So hard.
So long.
So thick.
So perfect.
His cock works inside me, twisting and slamming, hitting me in all the right spots. He tilts my hips up for a deeper thrust, stroking me in that unmistakable spot.
“Bram, oh, right there. Yes,” I cry out. “God, yes.”
He groans out something and starts to move faster, his hips like a piston working in and out of me, lighting me on fire, every bone in my body turning into a limp noodle, my impending orgasm rocketing to the pit of my stomach before shooting off like a firework.
I clench around him, I bite my lip, and I thrust my hips upward as I fall over the precipice of pleasure.
“Yes,” he groans with me, his hand falling to my breast where he squeezes and then stills. His face contorts into a sexy expression of lust as he spills inside me, my name falling off his tongue in a guttural sound that spurs me on even more.
We move our hips through our orgasms, drawing out every last inch of pleasure before collapsing into a heap on my bed. Bram wastes no time in pulling me into his embrace and laying a kiss across my forehead.
“Christ, Jules, that was . . . fuck, that was so much more than I’d ever envisioned in my head.”
“You thought about that?”
“Often”—he chuckles, slightly out of breath—“but I never expected you to be so vocal.”
A blush creeps up my cheek. “I never have been vocal, until you.”
“Hell,” he huffs. “That does a whole bunch of shit to my ego.”
I chuckle. “I wouldn’t expect anything less from you.” And that’s the whole truth. Of course he is the man who would get me to orgasm two times during sex. Of course he would be the man who can play my body as if it’s made for him.
* * *
“What are you doing?” Bram’s groggy voice calls out in the dark.
I tiptoe across my cold hardwood floor, naked as the day I was born, and slip back into the warm sheets. “Had to go to the bathroom.”
“Mmm, you’re so soft.” Bram snuggles into my back, very happy I’ve returned.
I wiggle against him. “And you’re very hard.”
“You do that to me. Three times apparently wasn’t enough.”
Tell me about it. After three rounds of the best sex I’ve ever had, I still don’t feel like I’ve filled my appetite for this man. How is that possible?
“This is going to be embarrassing, but I figured you’d want to know.”
“What?” he asks, kissing along my shoulder.
“I’ve never had sex more than once in a night.”
The light scrape of his early morning whiskers rub against my skin. “Just goes to show you were never with the right guy.”
My hand goes to the back of his neck as his lips travel up my jaw. “No, I never was.” But something tells me I’m with the right one now.
He growls in my ear, and with his knee he nudges my leg. “Spread for me, Jules.”
“Hold on.”
I reach into my nightstand and pull out my vibrator. We established I was on birth control last time we went for it, and once I said that, Bram threw his condoms out of the bedroom. I don’t think I’ll ever forget the look of pure lust on his face when he entered me completely bare. He threw his head back on a groan, as if he’d never felt anything so good in his life. His breathing was ragged momentarily, and then when he opened his eyes and looked at me . . . God, I almost orgasmed right then and there. I felt powerful. That this incredible man, who I know has been with many woman, looked as though he was in nirvana. And I gave that to him? It was intoxicating. His look gave me courage, and it’s the reason why I switch the on button to my vibrator letting the sound ring through the air.
Immediately Bram perks his head up. “What’ve you got there?”
Smiling, I turn in his embrace and hold out my pink vibrator. I press it against his nipple and then run it down the column of his well-defined abs.
“Oh hell, woman.” He shifts on the bed but doesn’t move where I want him, so I push his shoulder down so he’s lying flat on the mattress, his erection tenting the sheet.
Satisfied with how much he wants me, I bring the sheet down exposing him completely. With a smile on my face, I lower the vibrator down his stomach, mouthwatering, while his muscles twitch under the light hum of the battery-operated tool. To think that this gave me pleasure. It is nothing compared to Bram. He wiggles beneath me and props his hands behind his head, giving me full access to his sexy body.
When I bring the vibrator to the tip of his cock, it twitches beautifully under the sensation, making my nipples hard. I rub my legs together, my body heating in seconds from his reaction. Sitting a little taller, I bring the vibrator down his shaft to his balls where I let it hum a few seconds. His growl echoes through the room, spurring me on even more, and that’s when I press the tip of the vibrator to his perineum. His bottom half shoots off the bed and his hand falls to my backside where he grips me as if he’s dependent on my support. His cock grows even harder, and a small drop of pre-cum at his tip glimmers under the moonlight.
“Fuck . . . fu—ck.” His hands grip the sheets as his cock jumps off his stomach, aching for touch. “Babe, gahhh fuck, Julia . . . Christ.” He goes to touch his dick but I swat him away, loving how I’m making him sweat.
He swallows hard, his hand growing tighter on my ass. “Julia, please . . . uhhh, fuck. Julia, stroke me, damn it.”
“Mmm, like this?” I ask, leaning my head down and swirling my tongue around the head of his cock.
“Jesus. Fuck.” Bram drags his hand over his face.
Loving how turned on he is, how hard he is in my mouth, I bring my other hand to the root of his cock and start pulsing my hand up and down, holding him in a viselike grip while continuing to swirl my tongue over the head and playing with the vibrator.
Beneath me his legs quake, his chest rumbles with groans, and the hand that’s gripping my ass squeezes even tighter as I feel the first shot of cum in my mouth.
He groans even louder, a slew of curses exiting his mouth as his orgasm takes over. I let him ride it out until I feel him go completely slack.
I switch off the vibrator and work my way to his mouth where I press a light kiss across his lips. “Did you like that?”
He doesn’t answer right away, as he tries to catch his breath. It takes him a few seconds, but when he opens his mouth, his voice comes out rough. “I can’t feel my fucking legs. Shit, Julia, I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard in my life.”
“So, I take that as a yes?”
He nods and drapes his arm over his eyes. “Fuck . . . I think my cock is floating in heaven right now.”
I chuckle and move to the nightstand where I put the vibrator back, and just as I’m about to snuggle into Bram again, he lifts my hips and has me straddle his body. “Need you. Have to taste you.” He pushes my body forward so my pussy is in his face, and without another moment’s delay, he thrusts his tongue inside me and takes me. Oh God. This man.
Now it’s my turn to moan.
* * *
“Why am I leaving again?” Bram asks, pulling me into his arms where he grips my lower back.
“Because we both need showers.”
“And what did I tell you? I’m more than happy to soap you up.” He leans down and presses a hard kiss on my mouth, the kind of kiss that makes me rethink everything.
I push on his chest, unsealing our lips. “Remember, we’re taking it slow?”
The throaty chuckle that comes from his chest does nothing to cool my libido. “Pretty sure taking it slow has been thrown out the window at this point. You sat on my face last night.”
A relentless blush stains my cheeks as I think about the way he kept pulling me over him. “That was your doing.”
“And yet”—he looks to the sky, as if remembering the entire night—“you kept saying, yes, yes, yes. More, Bram, give it to me more. Right there, big daddy.”
I swat at his chest, causing him to laugh. “I did not call you big daddy.”
“In my head you did.”
“You’re absurd.” I reach behind him and open the door.
He doesn’t budge. “I have a feeling you’re trying to get rid of me. What’s that about?” He bends forward and starts laying kisses along my neck.
This man. Why is it so impossibly easy for him to make me melt into a giant puddle of lust? Every time he touched me last night, even if by accident, my body reacted. It’s as if it’s trying to catch up for the last ten years, and it’s one of the biggest reasons why I think he should go home, so I don’t fall hopelessly for this man the first weekend I’m in his arms.
“I just want to, you know, make sure you know what you’re getting yourself into.”
“You’re joking, right?” He lifts his head to stare at me. “Jules, I’ve known you for years. I wouldn’t have pursued you if I didn’t want the whole package.”
He tilts my chin up and presses a deep kiss against my lips. I can’t help but sigh into his arms, wrapping my hands around his neck and pulling him in even closer.
Maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad idea if he stayed a little longer. Maybe it would be okay if we had brunch, or even dinner together, if anything we would be—
“Ahem.”
The distinct sound of someone clearing their throat comes from the hallway, pausing my lips from diving any deeper.
Slowly, hands still gripping each other, our mouths connected, we turn toward the open door to find Rath looking intense with his arms crossed and his eyes focused on Bram.
Oh crap.
I push Bram away and wipe my mouth as if to get rid of the evidence. As if my brother won’t believe what he just saw. Because that would be bad, wouldn’t it? Would it?
“Oh hey . . . bro.” I wave, as casually as possible. “Uh, what brings you to the neighborhood?”
He eyes Bram, never letting him out of his sight. I'm not entirely sure if he's angry or simply shocked. To Bram’s credit, he stands there, chest puffed, stance confident, ready to take on whatever my brother throws at him. For me.
It’s sweet.
Sexy.
God, he’s so attractive, standing there, ready to defend my honor.
“Julia,” Rath says sternly, “stop looking at Bram like that.”
Shocked and embarrassed, I blush a feverish shade of red and turn my gaze back to my brother. “I was, uh looking to see if he had something in his teeth.”
“Is that what you were doing with your mouth on his as well?”
I nervously laugh. “Well, you know how it is, no better way to clean a friend’s mouth than with your tongue . . .” My words fade, my common sense apparently nowhere to be found.
Maybe because Bram is a glutton for punishment, he steps up next to me and wraps his arm around my shoulder, smiling brightly.
“And you know what, Rath? She’s the best mouth cleaner there is.”
Why? Why did he have to say that?
Rath stands there, fuming, his shoulders inching close to his ears with the tension rolling through him. He looks like he’s about to lunge forward and take Bram out with one punch.
Bram is unfazed, as if it’s an everyday occurrence to be caught kissing his best friend’s sister. No. It’s as if he’s been waiting for this day to tell the truth to his best friend. That it’s me he wants in his life.
Time stands still as they stare at each other, neither one of them giving in, neither one of them making the first move.
My eyes bounce back and force between the two, a nervous ache creeping up my stomach. I should say something, do something, but I feel paralyzed, unsure of what to do.
This is Bram, Rath’s best friend, the only guy he would lay down his life for, and I might have just complicated things terribly.
Oh God, what if they’re not friends after this?
What if I just ruined everything?
I think there comes a time in a girl’s life when she’s immersed into a situation that is so awkward, so uncomfortable, so nerve-racking that the only reaction she can have is to stand there stunned while her nipples invert themselves back into her body.
That’s where I am right now.
Nipples inverted, mouth dry, and an itching sensation to bury my head in my own bosom.
“How long?” Rath asks, now speaking directly to Bram.
“Dude, you know that, like nine . . . ten inches. Isn’t that right, Jules?”
I’m going to throw up. Right here, on Rath’s freshly polished shoes.
Rath takes a step forward, and I try to retreat, but Bram holds me close, never giving in an inch.
Pointing at his friend, but laser-like eyes in on me, Rath asks, “Did you have sex with him?”
“Umm . . .” I fidget in place, my gaze anywhere but on my brother’s searing eyes. “Funny thing, you know.” I clear my throat. “It’s rather hilarious.” I cough. “Is it dry in here? I think I need some water. Are you guys parched? Let me just go get some—”
“Yes, we had sex,” Bram says, announcing it with pride in every word that comes from his mouth.
Men! Why are they so . . . so . . . annoying?
I’m about to whack the man in the stomach when he says, “But I don’t see how that’s any of your business.”
“She’s my sister.”
“Well aware,” Bram says. “I’ve known she’s your sister since I met her and have desperately wanted to ask her out.”
Oh God, is Bram . . . is he about to lay out his feelings for me in front of my brother? I don’t think my emotions can take this.
“What?” Rath asks, the tension in his shoulders starting to ease. “You wanted to ask Julia out in college?”
“Yup,” Bram answers so casually, rocking on his heels as I stand there a ball of nerves, unsure if I’m going to pass out or pee my pants. Please, God, don’t let them both happen at the same time. “It didn’t take me very long to know I wanted more with her than friendship. When I asked her out one night at a party and she turned me down, I knew it was only the beginning of our untold story. I waited.” He squeezes me tight. “I waited a long time, and when the bet for the fantasy football game came about, I knew I had my opportunity to grow closer, for her to see the kind of man I grew into, and I took full advantage of it.”
“Wait . . . did you lose the bet on purpose?”
“I know this is going to bruise your ego, pal, but yeah, I lost on purpose. Do you really think I would bench Russell Wilson?”
“Son of a bitch.” Rath rakes his hand through his hair, almost seeming more distraught about the bet than seeing his best friend kiss his sister. “I should have known. Winning was way too easy.”
“Sorry, but it was all planned from the beginning, and I wouldn’t change a second of it because it gave me a plausible reason for your sister to have to spend time with me. I’ve wanted her to see me as more than your friend, man. Needed her to know I am serious. About her.”
Rath scratches the side of his jaw and looks at the both of us, observing the way Bram holds me close to his side, never easing up. I have to hand it to the man. It’s sexy that he’s ready to take the fall for all of this.
“And you like each other?” Rath motions between the two of us.
“I sure as fuck like her,” Bram answers without giving me a chance. “I’ve liked her for a really long fucking time. It took some coaxing, but she finally let me take her out on a date.”
“A date?” Rath raises a questioning eyebrow in my direction. “So you want to see where this goes?”
Knowing I’m going to have to speak up at some point, I put on my big girl pants and nod my head. “Yes, I do. I like him a lot as well and . . . and”—I swallow hard—“we’re dating.”
Bram kisses the side of my head. “We are.”
Silence falls between us as Rath pauses his interrogation. “And when I came to your office the other day and you were crying—”
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“You were crying?” Bram turns completely toward me.
“I, uh, was caught off guard by your feelings for me. I had a very heavy heart because I know . . .” Christ, why do I have to say this right now to Bram in front of my brother? “I feel that you could easily steal my heart.”
Bram’s eyes soften as he takes me into his arms and kisses the top of my head. “Jules, you know I would protect your heart from anything, especially me.”
And that’s the truth. If anything, Bram is a protector, and he would do just about anything to make sure I would never get hurt. I should know that by now, even though the thought of fully giving in to my feelings scares the crap out of me.
“So this is the guy you were talking about?” Rath interrupts. “You were talking about Bram?”
I reluctantly tear myself away from Bram’s embrace and nod. “Yes.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” I detect hurt in his voice. “I could have helped you sort out your feelings.”
I scoff. “Please, there is no way I could have told you I had feelings for your best friend.”
“Why not?” Rath looks confused. “He’s the best guy I know, so why wouldn’t I be happy about you and Bram getting together?” A small smirk spreads across his lips.
I feel my mouth hit the floor. “Are you serious right now?”
“Yeah. I couldn’t be happier.” Rath steps forward and pulls Bram into a hug. They embrace for a few seconds, giving each other both manly pats on the back, and when they pull away, Rath keeps his arm firmly around Bram when he talks to me. “But I’m going to warn you, Julia. If you hurt this man’s heart, you’re going to have hell to pay.”
“Uh, excuse me?”
“Sorry, was I not clear?” Rath tugs on a strand of my hair and sweetly says, “Don’t fuck this up. Bram is the best thing to ever happen to you.”
“Thanks, man.” Bram turns to Rath, sincerity in his features.
“I mean it,” Rath says, right before pulling Bram into another hug.
You’ve got to be kidding me.
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