Best Friend's Sister (Slade Brothers Book 5)

by Alexis Winter

  I pull into Drake’s drive and she looks surprised. “Oh, we’re really doing this?”

  “Yes, that’s what we agreed to, isn’t it?” I shift into park and turn off the truck.

  “I thought we were just talking code in front of my stupid brother, but okay. Let’s go.”

  Drake already has the horse saddled and ready to go. With his permission, we hop on and take off at full speed.

  “When can I drive?” she asks from behind me.

  “You want to drive?” I ask, slowing the horse to a stop. She jumps down, and I slide back as far as I can. Then, she climbs back up in front of me. The saddle isn’t big enough for two to sit comfortably, so she ends up sitting more on my lap than anything else. As the horse gallops, she moves back and forth in my lap. I know I can’t avoid what’s coming.

  After a few minutes, she says, “Oh.” She looks back at me. She clearly felt the erection I’m now sporting.

  “Shut up,” I tell her, refusing to give into my body’s wants.

  She lets out a long, drawn out breath and stops the horse before climbing down. She starts pacing back and forth until finally, I climb down and step in front of her to stop her in her tracks.

  “This is bullshit, Hudson. You want me and I want you. Isn’t that all that matters?”

  “Normally, yes,” I admit, but before I can say anything else, she launches herself at me. Her arms wrap around my neck and her legs around my hips. Her lips are on mine, her tongue prodding its way into my mouth.

  For a second, I hold back, wanting to stand firm and hold my ground, but she feels too good pressed against me, kissing me. All I can think about is how sweet she tasted on my hand last night, the way her lips parted with her heavy breathing, the sweet sounds of her whimpering my name and begging me to fuck her. I’m harder than I’ve ever been before, but I’m not ready to give in yet. In my eyes, the sooner I give in, the sooner we get caught fucking around and the sooner we’re over.

  I break our kiss and push her away. I turn my back to her in an attempt at getting myself under control. Fuck. How can she do this to me? I’m a strong man. I’ve been through shit, seen shit. And yet, this is all it takes is her to have me falling to my knees, waving the white flag? No, I’m stronger than this.

  I climb back up on the horse. “Come on,” I demand, pissed off at myself for ever laying eyes on her. Pissed off at her for being so goddamn irresistible. Pissed at Brad for butting his nose into my business. I should be able to fuck any woman I want. I’m an adult. I run my own life and have for many years.

  “Where we going?” she asks, crossing her arms over her chest and digging in her heels.

  “Get the fuck on. I’m not going to ask you again.” I use the deepest voice I can muster, and she comes directly to me like I knew she would, and that only makes me want to dominate her more.

  I hold out my hand and she takes it, pulling herself back onto the horse behind me. We’re back at the house ten minutes after we left, and I’m putting the horse away. As I get her settled, I tell Deven to wait in the truck for me. She doesn’t argue. She goes like a good little girl. Maybe all she needed with someone to be stern with her. Then, she wouldn’t have gotten in all that trouble.

  Once I have the horse settled in and locked up tight, I climb behind the wheel. Deven is sitting in the passenger seat, feet on the dash and her arms crossed over her chest, silently stewing.

  “I’m not a child, you know?”

  “I know.” Boy, do I know.

  “You don’t have to treat me like one.”

  “Then listen when I tell you something. I’m not the kind of guy you can push around, Deven. If you want this to work between us, then you need to respect my wishes like I respect yours.”

  She laughs. “You respect my wishes?”

  “Yeah, I respect your wishes. If you would’ve told me to stop at any point, I would have.”

  We’re driving down the road now, completely ignoring one another. The ride is silent the whole way home. When we get back to the apartment, it’s empty. Brad left a note on the kitchen: Got a hot date. Be back late. Don’t wait up.

  I roll my eyes when I see that, immediately pissed because I was hoping to use him as a buffer.

  But I think I’ve angered Deven enough for her to leave me alone for a little while. She hasn’t spoken to me since the truck.

  She walks into the kitchen, dressed in a skintight, black minidress and sky-high heels.

  “Where are you going dressed like that?” I ask, suddenly amused.

  “I’m going out. If you don’t want to be with me, I’ll find someone who does. Maybe he’ll fuck me in a dark parking lot too,” she shoots back, grabbing her purse off the table.

  I reach down and catch her arm, holding it tight so she can’t pull it away. Using my other hand, I take the purse from her hand and drop it onto the top of the table. She looks at me with curious eyes, but she doesn’t open her mouth to protest.

  “You’re not going anywhere,” I tell her, stepping closer and causing her to step back. “You’re acting like a spoiled fucking brat right now. You’re not going to go out and do something you’ll regret later. Haven’t you learned your lesson already?”

  I have her backed against the counter, her eyes locked on mine. I have a newsflash for her. I don’t do this give-me-attention bullshit. What we had, it was amazing and great, but things change. We have to be better. Doesn’t she see that? Can’t she see that I’m trying to be better, do right by her?

  6

  Deven

  I know he’s right. This has been my thing for entirely way too long now. Don’t get your way, just act out. That’ll teach them. But it never does. It only ever teaches me. But I can’t say how much I learn from it. I keep repeating the same mistakes over and over. This time, I’m not fighting to go to a party or to drink or do drugs. This time, I’m fighting for a man, a good man, the best man. He’s not like the useless thugs I’ve dated in the past. When you find something good, do you roll over and let it go, or do you fight for it?

  I jerk my arm out of his grasp, but I can’t go anywhere. He has me backed up into the corner of the counter. I take a deep, calming breath.

  “I’m not acting like a spoiled brat because I’m not getting my way,” I tell him. “I’m pissed because for once in my life, I made the right decision. Can’t you see that? I fell for a guy who’s good, who works hard, and would never treat me badly. For once, I’m not chasing after a loser who will cheat on me or hit me or verbally abuse me. The one time in my life I make the right decision, I’m still stuck with disappointment because the right choice is too afraid to take things further with me. You don’t want me. If you did, nothing would be able to stop you.” I take a step forward, my anger propelling me. He steps back but keeps his eyes on mine. “You’ll never understand how it feels to finally, for once in your whole existence, make the best choice possible, only to be pushed aside like every other guy has done.”

  “I’m not pushing you aside. I didn’t use you and throw you away. I’m respecting your brother’s wishes.”

  I shrug. “We’re in different seats, but the view is still the same.”

  He clamps his mouth shut, grinding his teeth together, making his angular jaw flex. “Goddamn it,” he breathes out, hanging his head and pinching his nose between his eyes. When he looks back up at me, I see a fire raging in his eyes that I haven’t ever seen. Without warning, he pulls me against him, his lips crushing mine. My heart begins to pound loudly in my ears. The sound of blood rushing through my body is the only sound I can hear.

  My arms move up, wrapping around his neck as I double the speed of our kiss. I kiss him hard, full of passion and purpose. I want to work myself beneath the surface of his facade. I want to plant myself in his heart. I don’t want him to push me away ever again. I want him unable to turn away. I want him to fight. Fight for me, for us. Fight everyone who tries to come between us, whether that’s my brother or our friends and family. I wa
nt to be his number one, the one he can’t walk away from.

  His hands find my ass, and he picks me up against him, where my legs wrap around his hips as he carries me through the apartment and into his bedroom. Pressing my back against the door, he locks it, our lips never breaking apart. My hands move up, fingers threading through his short stands of dark hair. I pull slightly, but he likes the pain because he does the same to me. His hand latches onto a big wad of my hair as he jerks my head back, exposing my throat to him. He smiles greedily as his mouth moves to my neck, kissing, sucking, nibbling.

  When a whimper escapes my lips, he growls as he pulls me away from the door, moving us over to the bed. He drops me on top and stays on his knees between my parted legs, looking down on me. His hands grab my ankle, and he starts to work my shoe off my foot. “You asked for this,” he tells me as he drops one shoe into the floor and moves to the other.

  I nod. I know I asked for this. Something tells me that our night at the bar was only the tip of the iceberg. I have a feeling that when it comes to having sex in a bed, Hudson is a monster that cannot be stopped.

  When he has my shoes off, his mouth moves to my ankle. He presses hot kisses up my calf, to the inside of my knee, up my thigh. Shivers break out across my skin as his hands move up under my dress. He yanks them down forcefully, and I hear them tear at the seams. But something about the hunger in his eyes has me panting, needing more, and not caring about the twenty-five-dollar underwear he just ruined.

  He tosses them over his shoulder, then picks up my left knee and presses a kiss to it. “I had a small taste of you,” he says, moving his lips upward. “It wasn’t nearly enough.” His hands move up my dress to my ass, squeezing it firmly as my dress rolls up to my hips, exposing only my lower half to him.

  There’s no warning before he dives between my legs. His tongue runs between my slick folds, causing me to jump, my hips bucking upward with the sensation. As his tongue works me over, his hands squeeze and massage, pushing me closer to the edge I so desperately want to be on. There’s never been a man in my life that I couldn’t turn down or walk away from, until Hudson. I don’t want to walk away from him. I can’t. He planted something inside me that first night, and the urge has only grown. As he laps me, tongue flicking against my clit, one hand moves around, sliding two fingers deep within me. My back arches and a gasp escapes. My hands fist at the bed, tangling into the sheets.

  “Fuck, Deven. You taste so sweet, baby,” he breathes out, his hot breath blowing over my sensitive bundle of nerves, making me shiver. His face dips again, his tongue double its work. He curls his finger inside of me, making me see stars. My breathing picks up and my moans grow louder. A tingle forms in my tummy that grows like a wildfire, spreading hot and fast throughout my body. My release explodes, consuming all of me. I can’t breathe. I can’t think. I can’t do anything but hold myself down to the bed and enjoy the pleasure coursing through me.

  When my release ends, I beg him to slide inside me, but he refuses to pull away. “I’m not done with you yet.”

  After my recent release, everything down there feels much more tender and sensitive. The slightest flick of his tongue has tremors wracking my body. His mouth feels amazing, but it’s also torturous.

  “Hudson, please. I want you inside me.”

  “I told you, Deven, I want you fucking begging me.” He flicks his tongue against me again, circles my bundle of nerves, then sucks it into his mouth. I can’t do anything but shiver and shake and wither away in uncontrollable pleasure. I always thought being denied was torture, but being given too much is just as bad.

  “Hudson, please. I need more. I need you inside me,” I beg.

  He pulls away, getting back up onto his knees as he looks down at me. His lips are glistening with my arousal as he smirks. “That’s all you can take?” He reaches for the hem of his shirt, pulling it off quickly and revealing those rock-hard abs that I’ve longed to run my tongue over.

  I nod my head, watching as he starts to unfasten his jeans, my knees shaking on either side of him. He lets out a chuckle as he pushes them down over his hips.

  “I want this dress off of you. I want you completely naked beneath me,” he orders, reaching over me and snagging a condom out of the top drawer of the nightstand.

  He watches me as I pull my dress and bra off, and I watch him as he slides the condom on and kicks off his jeans. This way, I get to see more of his hard body than I did the first time. His thighs are just as toned as the rest of him, and that makes my stomach muscles tighten. He really is sexy as fuck.

  I sit up and capture his mouth with mine as he works the condom over his length. When he has it on, his hand moves up to cup my jaw as he lays me back. With him on top of me, between my spread legs, his hardness presses at my entrance like it knows where it belongs. But he doesn’t push into me. Not yet. For the time being, he just kisses me hard and fast. His hips move back and forth, so his cock slides between my folds, making me want more.

  I dig my nails into his back, and he lets out a painful gasp that turns into a hardened growl. He breaks our kiss and arches his back, the head of his dick slipping inside of me. Without warning, he thrusts deep into me, making me let out a relieved moan of acceptance. When he pulls back, he only slams into me harder the next time. The bed is creaking and squeaking with our movements, his skin slapping off mine as we both let out a moan of pleasure.

  As he lowers his mouth back to mine, his hips work harder, faster. My inner muscles tighten around him, preparing for the release that’s about to flood over my body. It only takes seconds before I’m drowning, lost to the feeling of passion. It’s all consuming. It’s intoxicating. It’s him. He’s always had this effect on me, long before I even know what it was. Maybe that was the universe’s way of telling me he’s my other half. He may have been made first, but he was made with me in mind.

  After my release ends, he rolls us over. “I want to watch you ride me. Show me what you got, Deven.” His voice is deep and husky, filled with lust and passion. His hands rest on my hips as I sit up straight, giving him the view of my bouncing tits as I move myself up and down his length, then back and forth, grinding my clit against his pubic bone.

  My head falls back as my lips part and a gasp escapes. When I look down at his face, my breath stops. His eyes are closed, brows drawn together, his lips slightly parted. His eyes suddenly open and lock on mine. I can see the flames of desire burning in them. They’re no longer that sweet, friendly blue I’m so used to. Now they’re darker, the color of the sky on a stormy day, a hint of blue buried under the cloudy gray. They hold promise, promise to love and destroy, of danger and adventure. He pulls his bottom lip into his mouth and bites down on it. His jaw ticks, and I watch as his eyes roll back into his head as he lift his hips, meeting my thrusts.

  It doesn’t take long in this position before I’m shivering and shaking with my release, but he doesn’t give me time to come down this time. Without warning, he pulls out of me and flips us over, pushing into me from behind. His hands grab my hips, pulling me back into his thrusts as he hammers into me forcefully, unabashedly. One hand comes up to my neck where he gathers my hair in his fist. He twists it and pulls my head back as his hips continue their thrusting. I never liked being held down before. I always felt trapped, like I didn’t have a say. But it’s different with Hudson. I don’t mind being held down by his hands. I don’t feel trapped or stuck. I feel loved, needed. It’s like his hands can’t release me, like they always need to be on my body. I love the pleasure and the tinge of pain he causes me to feel. I’ve felt pleasure during sex before, and I’ve felt pain, but it takes someone truly talented to mix them both together.

  I let out a loud moan and call out his name as another release leaves my body, leaving me feeling weak and tired, like I’m floating away. He lets out a growl as his hips work faster, suddenly losing their pace. They’re erratic now, pumping fast and forceful.

  “Fuck, Deven,” he calls out. As his
hips slow, he empties himself into the condom.

  He pulls out of me and I fall to the mattress, rolling onto my side in exhaustion. He slings off the condom and falls beside me. He slides one arm up under my pillow and the other he wraps around my waist. He pulls me against his chest, so my skin is flush with his. He’s damp with sweat and burning up. Still, I find it relaxing. His heart is pounding in his chest, beating so hard I can feel it against my back.

  “I don’t know about you, but it never feels this way with anyone else,” I say, enjoying the way he holds me against him.

  He squeezes me lightly. “That’s because it’s wrong,” he says, sounding annoyed.

  I roll over to face him. His jaw is cocked, so I place my hand on it, trying to get him to relax. “Do you really believe that?”

  He doesn’t answer.

  “And who is my brother to say what we’re allowed to do anyway? We’re both adults. We know what we’re doing. Just enjoy being here with me.” I rest my head against his chest and close my eyes.

  He lets out a long breath. “I do enjoy it. I love the way your soft skin brushes against mine. I love the way you taste. I love the way you moan my name. But it’s all overshadowed by this promise I made to your brother that is now a lie. How can you feel good about something when you’re lying to the one person who’s there for you?”

  “Some things are so good, it’s worth lying sometimes,” I respond.

  I feel him shake his head. “I don’t know if I can see it that way.”

  “You mean if we ended up together, like got married, had kids, and all of that, that you still couldn’t be happy because you and my brother would no longer be friends?”

  He shrugs. “I wouldn’t say that. But even in my happiest moments, I’m afraid that I would still think of him and the betrayal and feel guilty. Like it would always be there, just below the surface, ready to strike during my happiest moments. And because of that, we need to keep our distance.” He tries to sit up, but I don’t let him.