Rebellious: A Best Friends-To-Lovers Romance

by Kristy Marie

  Without another word, I drop my hands. This time, he doesn’t go to my shoulders, he goes to my chest. His palms grazing the edges of my breasts, circling and cupping as the sand falls through his fingers. I throw my head back, my hands finding his shoulders as I brace myself, holding us together.

  “Every part of you is exquisite,” he whispers in the sacred space between us. “Look at me, Aspen.”

  My eyes fly open and meet his. “Watch me touch you.”

  He grabs me around the waist as my knees give out at his words. “You’re going to need to stand.” He smiles. “I need both my hands.”

  Gah, I want to kiss that smile off his face. Honestly, I wouldn’t mind just chaining him to the headboard. I want to be greedy. No one should get to see him smile. No one but me.

  Bennett’s smiles are mine. No, fuck that. Bennett—all of him—is mine.

  I nod weakly, straightening to my full height. “I’m okay now.”

  He holds me for another moment, making sure I won’t drop again, but then he releases, pausing only to brush away the hair that had fallen onto my shoulder. “I want nothing blocking my view,” he notes.

  “I’m not objecting.” I smile, gripping his shoulders as he picks up where he left off. His hands palm the underside of my breasts, squeezing gently but firm. Sand falls down my stomach as his finger slips between the fabric and my breasts, moving side to side as the sand continues to fall between us.

  “So perfect,” he mutters.

  He doesn’t have time to comment because a shot of pleasure consumes my entire body. His fingers roll my nipples into hardened balls of pure pleasure. “Please don’t stop,” I beg, my head leaning forward onto his hard chest.

  “For years I’ve waited…” Inhaling, he sinks to his knees, his mouth replacing his fingers. His tongue swirls around my nipple and I cry out.

  “This is what you thought the picture said, yes? That my tongue could do so much better than my hand?” he asks, referring to the selfies I took of the boob grab a few days ago.

  I tangle his hair in my hands and pull his head forward and back to my nipple. “Shh…” I chide. “You can rub it in later.” No one needs him wasting mouth and nipple time with snide comments.

  He chuckles but his hands go back to work, kneading and squeezing as his mouth nips and sucks me into complete oblivion. My breath is coming fast and my center aches for pressure.

  “Oh my gosh,” I cry out, my legs restless.

  “You need pressure?”

  I nod, nearly in tears, bowing my head over his. “Yes.”

  One of his hands drifts down over my hip, his fingers skimming the edge of my bikini, never slipping under where I want him. “Bennett.” It’s possible I might actually cry.

  Lazily, he continues circling every part of me but my center. “Please,” I beg again as he takes a long pull on my breast, sending my knees buckling. I catch myself until two fingers press against my clit. “Holy shit.” I pant, folding over and using him as support as he presses through the thin material of my swimsuit. It’s torture when he doesn’t move his hand.

  “Bennett,” I cry out. “Are you fucking serious?” I grip his hair and give it a little tug. “Move your fingers.”

  He pulls back and swipes my nipple with his tongue. “Move your body.” Normally, I would argue, but my body is literally a ticking time bomb and if I don’t find relief soon, I am going to explode and not in a good way.

  With his skilled tongue back to torturing my nipple, I move my hips, hiking one leg up and onto his hip. He grunts and moves his arm around my waist, allowing just his mouth to work me into a frenzy.

  I grind against his hand as he switches his fingers to cupping my entire center. My heart pounds as I work the tortured bundle of nerves out on his hand. I’m sweating, groaning, and probably looking like a mess as I find the tingling deep inside me. I tug his hair again, fighting the urge to pull away against the sensation. “Oh shit,” I pant, my release finally washing over me as I crumble against him.

  We stay that way, his face in my chest and me half-draped over his back. “That’s the best dust off I’ve ever received,” I joke.

  Bennett laughs, his rumbling sound bringing a smile to my face right before he swats my ass and pulls back. “Now let me really get you cleaned up.”

  He pulls his hand from between my legs and rubs his fingers together, showing me how wet they are.

  I shrug. “I’m not embarrassed.”

  “I didn’t say you should be.”

  His face is smug. “If you didn’t have all those damn rules, you’d know that you can get me wet just by grumbling in the morning.”

  I stand up straighter and grasp his cheeks in my hands. “Everything you do gets me wet, Jameson. The only person shocked by this is you.”

  A hint of a smile graces his face before he shakes his head and stands. Sand falls from his knees and I stare on in awe while he focuses, reaching around me and unknotting my top, leaving only the top knot secured. The breeze skims against me while he pulls the fabric from my skin, carefully dusting it out so it doesn’t blow back into our eyes.

  Seconds, minutes, neither of us really counting, go by as he works, removing all the sand. When he’s finished, he takes the strings in each hand, wrapping his arms around me. The heat of his body sticks to mine as he holds us there in a warm embrace.

  Eventually, he pulls his arms up, places a kiss to my neck, and secures another knot at my back. “All done,” he says gruffly. “No more football for today.”

  I bust out a laugh. “No, you can’t do that. The guys will want to play.” I rake a hand through his hair. “I’ll just stick to being the cheerleader.”

  This time, it’s him who chuckles. “You’ve never been a cheerleader.”

  I kiss his cheek. “You’re right—I’m just your biggest fan.”

  Mud baths must be enjoyed together

  Bennett

  She doesn’t stick with being a cheerleader.

  Instead, we move from football to frisbee. Neither were good for the raging boner I was constantly tucking away. But we had fun. Aspen and Fenn eventually teamed up, though they still lost. Drew and I may not play the same sports, but our competitive nature is unrivaled.

  However, when dark clouds rolled in, we cut the evening short, agreeing to go back tomorrow. Unlike before, Aspen didn’t argue when I took the keys and drove back. I think she knew I couldn’t handle another trip with her ass in my lap.

  She took mercy on me and for that, she’s getting dinner. Now that I’m showered and a lot less tense, I bang on her bedroom door—the one she’s not sleeping in tonight.

  “Hey,” I say through the crack. “You hungry?”

  I hear rustling and then the lock flips and the door is opened just a crack. Pushing it open, I take in the scene before me. Aspen is at her mirror, her arms covering her breasts as she looks over her shoulder at the angry, reddened skin.

  My chest tightens. “Are you in pain?”

  The silky strands of hair slide over her shoulder while her head turns, the blue of her eyes seemingly the same color of the darkened sky outside. “No, I’m fine. It’s just a little sunburn.”

  She’s lying.

  My eyes narrow at the half-smile she’s giving me. “Don’t lie. I’m not in the mood.”

  Her half-smile widens into a genuine one, the one she lets loose when she knows she’s being annoyingly frustrating. “So what if it hurts? What are you planning to do about it, Bennett Jameson?”

  See? Using my first and last name like she knows it slices through my patience. Flashing her a bored look, I eat up the space between us in a few long strides. Giving her a gentle push toward the bathroom, I say, “Take your pants off. I’ll be back.”

  I know the minute her eyes widen, and her smile reaches her eyes, she’s going to give me hell. “I’m liking where this is going, BJ.” She walks farther into the bathroom. “Go, do what you need to do. I’ll be in here, naked, and waiting for furthe
r instructions.”

  Heaven help me.

  I shake my head and close the door as I make my way to the kitchen. As a kid, I didn’t get sunburned often, but I did once when I fell asleep by the pool. My mom made me sit in an oatmeal bath that I bitched about the entire time. But in all honesty, I felt much better afterwards.

  Rooting around in the pantry, I find what I need: green tea bags and whole oats. I grab a pot to boil water for the tea and the grinder for the oats. When the tea boils, I take the tea bags and put them in a cup full of cool water. It takes me less than fifteen minutes, but knowing Aspen, she’s already showered and crawled into bed.

  “Asp?” I say, knocking on the door one-handed. “You ready?”

  “Are you ready, Bennett?” Her tone is teasing and immediately puts me at ease. It’s not like I was coming in here to see her naked, but my body reacted like that’s exactly what we wanted to see.

  I push open the door and take a breath before I look up and see Aspen sitting on the counter, wrapped in a towel. “I gave it some thought, and the tomato tan takes away from the appeal.”

  I arch my brows and set the ingredients on the counter. “Is this you being insecure?” I ask, confused.

  I don’t think I’ve seen Aspen nervous or insecure, ever.

  She shrugs. “I mean, maybe if we were like eighty and you’d seen the same pair of tits for fifty years, I wouldn’t give a crap but seeing how this is the first time you’re seeing all of me without the glass…”

  I stare at her honest eyes, the color of a stormy day, and move closer, invading her space. “I think if I saw this body every day for fifty years, I’d still be in awe of its beauty.”

  She swallows and smiles. “Whew, BJ. You better keep those little sentiments to yourself or you’ll find a wife with that mouth.”

  She’s awkward and trying to force the reality of our relationship in my face. “Rule Number Whatever: you will never be more beautiful than you are right now, being honest and vulnerable.”

  She rolls her eyes. “That’s not a rule.”

  “Sure it is.”

  “You know,” she sighs, “I think you just like making shit up and calling it a rule.”

  “Maybe, but you listen, so…” I arch my brows.

  “So you’re saying I’m the fool for indulging you.”

  I grab the oatmeal off the counter. “Not at all.” I head to the tub, turning the water to a lukewarm temperature.

  “What are you doing?” she finally says as I pour the grounded oats into the water. “I hope you don’t think I’m going to sit in that muddy water. I’d rather burn.”

  “It’s not dirt I’m pouring in the water,” I correct.

  She comes closer, sitting on the edge of the tub. “Sure looks like dirt to me.”

  I stir the water with my hand. “It’s oatmeal.”

  “Ha!” She scoffs. “That’s even worse. I’m not sitting in a tub of breakfast food.”

  I wipe my hands on my pants. “You can do it willingly or I can help you.”

  She stands, placing her hands on her hips. “I wish you would force me into that tub,” she dares.

  “Asp.” I huff, tossing my head back. “Why must you be so fucking difficult?”

  “Uh, because it’s food and we have aloe in the medicine cabinet.”

  I rake a hand through my hair. “I plan to use that too. Can you just trust me this once?”

  That seems to settle her for a moment. “I always trust you.”

  I nod. “Then let me help you. Let me make sure you aren’t in pain tonight.”

  I can see my words settling around her. “I could take an aspirin and promise you the same thing without sitting in mud.”

  “Aspen!” My patience is thin. I don’t like her being in pain. Especially when I didn’t think about bringing sunscreen to keep her shoulders from burning.

  “Okay.” She holds her hands up. “I’ll get into your mud bath if…”

  I groan dramatically. I knew she would negotiate. “If what?”

  A smile, slow and seductive, tugs along her mouth, flashing her white teeth. “You get in with me.”

  “Fine,” I agree quickly. I’d do anything to soothe her burns, regardless of how awkward it might be for me.

  “Fine?” She rears back. “No argument? No rules about how I can’t check if you’re hard?”

  “I’m pretty sure I’ll be hard,” I answer flatly.

  She moves forward, sliding her hands up my chest. “How do you know? What if this apple-hued skin turns you off?”

  I swallow, focusing on the pressure her hand is putting on my chest. “Because I’m already hard,” I admit. “And you haven’t even removed the towel.”

  The smile on her face has completely obliterated her earlier insecurity. “Can I check then? You know, since there’re no rules and all?”

  My heart speeds up. This is not how this is supposed to go. “I think maybe we should get you in the tub.”

  Her hands drift to my waistband. “I think maybe I want to take care of you instead.”

  I’m going to come before she gets my pants down.

  “Tell me what you want to do to me, Bennett. There’s no rule stopping you.” She gets in my face, nose to nose. “Take what you want.”

  This behavior is why I can’t ever let her go. One minute she’s vulnerable and worried I won’t find her attractive and the next minute she’s in my face challenging me to take what I want.

  She’s always what I want.

  And right now, all I want is—“Let me take care of your burns.”

  One shoulder lifts. “Okay, after I take care of you.” She nudges her face into my neck, her breath tickling my skin. “What do you want, Bennett?”

  This is the moment you never come back from.

  This is the moment that broke me.

  I swallow, pushing my fingers through her hair and pulling her mouth to mine. I kiss her hard, my tongue tangling with hers. “I want you to feel how hard I am for you,” I breathe.

  I take the hand at my waist and push it onto my cock so she can confirm I wasn’t lying. “I want you to take care of me,” I damn near beg.

  A slight moan floats between us. I doubt either of us knows who it was. But when Aspen Von Bremen pulls back and sinks to her knees in just a towel, I’m pretty sure it’s me.

  Her hands gently work down my sweats as she holds my gaze. I’m captivated watching her push my pants to my ankles, my cock hard and throbbing as it bobs at her face as if it cannot wait to push through her lips.

  “Keep your eyes on me,” she says, taking one hand and interlacing it with hers. With her free hand she fists the base of my cock, holding my eyes the whole time as she slips the swollen head past her lips.

  “Oh fuck.” My head falls back, breaking our eye contact as her lips close around me. She hasn’t even started sucking and I’m already falling apart. Granted, no one has ever seen my dick, but the images I conjured as I laid awake at night, dreaming of seeing her on her knees with her eyes wide and mouth full of my cock were enough to have me using all the hot water in the shower to relieve myself.

  Regaining composure, I find those eyes again and squeeze her hand as she takes a long pull, covering as much of my length as she can.

  “You’re so beautiful,” I tell her. I can’t think of anything else poetic since, currently, all the blood has left my brain.

  “I’ve dreamt about—oh shit.”

  I give up trying to tell her how magnificent she is and squeeze her hand instead. Every pull and tug send shots of pleasure throughout my body, and when she speeds up, I fold over, my hips moving to the rhythm of her pulls.

  “I’m going to come,” I warn. I’m pretty sure this the first time she’s ever done this and the last thing I want to do is shoot a built-up load into the back of her throat and choke her.

  She moans out something I don’t understand from around my cock. My head is swimming and clouding with nothing but desire, so it’s only when
she squeezes my hand do I realize she’s not stopping. And that thought alone has me pulling her to me, my hand squeezing hers as I empty my climax down her throat.

  When my vision clears and I can breathe, I pull her up and swipe my thumb across her cheek. “Are you okay?”

  She grins. “Are you okay?”

  “I’m more than okay,” I laugh. “I’m—” I shake my head. What the fuck do you say after someone had your dick in their mouth?

  “Relaxed?” she offers, heading to the sink and picking up her toothbrush. “Amazing? Way less tense?”

  I fight off a smile, watching as she brushes her teeth, my pants still pooled at my ankles.

  “Get in the mud bath, Bennett. I’ll join you in a second.”

  Giving in, I slip off my pants, already around my ankles, and discard my shirt on the floor. Her gaze tracks me in the mirror as I stride up to the counter, and place a kiss on her cheek before grabbing the cup of tea bags.

  “What’s that?” she mumbles around the toothbrush.

  I waggle my eyebrows. “Hurry and you’ll see.” I smack her ass over the towel before turning and lowering myself into the tub that’s been using the overflow drain for the past several minutes. My added mass sends the water cascading over the edge, onto the floor.

  “It looks like you’ve made a mess.” A voice light and full of humor says.

  I look up and meet Aspen’s gaze. “And it looks like you’re avoiding dropping that tow—”

  The white towel drops to the floor and the words leave me. She was wrong—so fucking wrong. The angry, pink skin is not a turn off. If perfection had a picture, it would be her body. Lean and toned from all the running and extreme sports, Aspen’s body is tight with subtle curves. Her tits I’ve seen, but not like this. Not free and unfiltered. No sand or bathing suit hides any part of her from me. Her breasts sit perky, supple, and just the right size for my hands.

  She smiles. “You were saying?”

  Stepping into the water, she stands between my legs. “Where do you want me?”