Mistake

by K. Webster

  My breaths are coming out ragged now. Especially when he steps closer to me, which makes me back up until my ass hits the counter. Shit, I’ve got nowhere else to run. But do I want to run? I think he and I both know the answer to that one. His advances don’t stop until he’s pressed his body flush against mine and I am trapped. Now, I officially cannot breath. Time could freeze in this moment or the world could end, but there’s no place I would rather be than feeling him against me, so manly and solid. His smell alone has seeped its way into my lungs and I’m one hundred percent enraptured. And, I can feel his very obvious erection pressing into my belly, which causes my mind to drift to how big it must be based on how it’s poking into me. I’m in fucking trouble—and for once, I don’t care.

  “Thad,” I exhale heavily and blink my eyes as to clear the fog I’m in. A normal person would push away the advances of the brother of the man she thinks she is in love with. Apparently, I’m far from normal because I feel spellbound in his presence and I’m not making any moves to escape him.

  A small gasp rushes out of me when his large, powerful hands slide to my neck and he rubs his thumbs along my jawline. The way he touches me is so reverent. It’s like I’m an exquisite piece of art simply here for his personal viewing. I can’t say that I don’t like it—because I do. A lot.

  “I’m going to kiss you now, O,” he informs me as his mouth slowly descends upon mine.

  Every hair on my body prickles with anticipation. I don’t answer him one way or another whether the kiss is okay. Instead, I close my eyes and part my lips for him. My heart thumps in my chest as I secretly enjoy the nickname he just gave me. Seconds later, his warm lips meet mine and he lazily tastes me.

  And a tasting is what I would classify this kiss as. His lips softly suck my bottom one into his mouth before he samples my tongue as well. I’m completely wrapped up in the deliciousness that’s him.

  When a quiet moan escapes me, he kisses me harder—more hungrily and less hesitantly. I whimper again, but this time, I take my turn to explore him with my tongue. He tastes like toothpaste, and I can’t help but wonder if he had intentions of kissing me before he came in here. My thoughts are dragged back to the present as one of his hands slides around from my neck down to the curve of my ass. With a squeeze, he pulls me closer to him.

  “He doesn’t deserve you,” he groans in between kisses.

  I start to protest, but when one of his hands finds my breast through my blouse, I sigh in defeat. My hands, which I’ve tried desperately to keep firmly planted on the counter behind me, take on life as they travel up his solid biceps and over his shoulders.

  “You like that, don’t you, sweet girl?” he growls and nips my bottom lip.

  I can feel my pelvis physically aching. I want more—need more—from him. I don’t know what’s gotten into me, but in this moment, I crave the man who’s kissing me. When his fingers set to undoing the buttons on my blouse, I don’t stop him. I can’t stop him when he’s expertly kissing me like he owns my mouth. Within seconds, he’s pulling my shirt down my arms and tossing it to the floor.

  Breaking our kiss, he leans back to appreciate my breasts, which are spilling over my black lace bra. “Holy shit, you’re a damn knockout,” he praises.

  I eat up all of his words. Every single one of them.

  He cups my breasts through my bra and intensely studies my face. My chest rises up and down with each needy, ragged breath I take. I can’t believe I’m allowing this to progress. Clearly, I am after his brother, but something about the way he looks at me changes the whole game. He makes me only have eyes for him. At least in this moment. In this moment, I want him and him only. And I need him now.

  An hour ago, I was heading to the dining room to have dinner with my family when I saw the most beautiful woman standing in the parlor, looking very intimidated by my mother. My brother always seems to get hottest chicks, but this woman was stunning. Tall, probably nearing six feet, she still only came to Trent’s shoulders. Her smart pencil skirt hugged her curvaceous ass, and I wanted nothing more than to squeeze it with both hands. I settled for just a swat to it instead.

  Her dark skin appeared to be silky smooth on her legs, and I could envision licking her from her ankles all the way to her sweet spot, which inevitably hid between her thighs. Her black shirt was unbuttoned just enough to reveal cleavage from her voluptuous breasts. But those lips. Her lips were my undoing. The moment I laid eyes on her plump pout, I knew I had to have her.

  My asshole brother introduced her as his “friend,” and while I inwardly celebrated at this revelation, I felt sick when she looked like she might cry. If I had seen her first, I would have claimed her as my woman on the spot.

  But now that we just shared an intense kiss and she’s staring up at me with hungry, questioning eyes, I’m ready to claim her now.

  “God, you are so gorgeous. I want you so fucking badly,” I reveal as I slide my hands to her back and unhook her bra. Gently, I pull it away from her body and drop it to the floor. Her fingers grip my hair the moment I suck one of her nipples into my mouth.

  “Thad,” she gasps and tugs at my hair.

  Hearing my name on her lips intensifies my need to be inside her. My cock wholeheartedly agrees as it pushes painfully against my denim jeans through my boxers. God, I need her so badly. I wrench myself away from her and yank off my shirt in an effort to get this party started. Her eyes widen as she admires my sculpted, tattooed chest and tentatively touches me. Goddammit, if she keeps looking at me that way, I’m going to blow my load before I even get my dick out of my pants.

  “I need to fuck you. Now,” I growl before I once again suck her bottom lip between my teeth.

  Screwing some woman in the bathroom of my parents’ house when I just met her tonight should seem like a bad idea, especially considering I’m fresh out of rehab and said woman arrived on the arm of my asshole brother, but right now, it seems like a fucking fantastic idea. I break away to look down at my very willing-looking partner in crime. Goddamn, she’s hot.

  “Do it,” she pleads, pinning me with needy, dark-colored eyes.

  Without waiting for her to change her mind, I jerk her tight skirt up to her hips. Fucking hell, she’s hot with her skirt bunched up at her waist. A tiny pair of black panties is all that is between me and her hot flesh. There’s some place I know she’ll be even hotter and probably soaked. I slip a hand down inside the scrap of panties and finally feel just how wet I somehow knew she’d be for me.

  “Baby, you’re dripping for me. Do you want me? I fucking need you,” I murmur as I push a finger between the lips of her pussy and into her very wet entrance.

  “Shit!” she hisses but spreads her legs open so I can gain further access.

  All sense of reason flies out the window as I finger-fuck her. Nothing matters but her hot, wet cunt and my fingers diving deeper thrust after thrust. With each caress, she whimpers louder and louder. Her eyes clamp shut and she drops her head back, revealing her sexy, long neck perfectly ripe for biting. I glance into the mirror and can’t help but notice the feral, possessive look in my eyes as I claim this part of her body. Gone is the hollow, empty person—fire now resides behind my green eyes.

  “Yes, please,” she begs as I bring her closer to the edge.

  I snap my attention back down to the woman writhing beneath me and rub my thumb across her clit as my fingers slide in and out of her wetness. Within moments, she’s moaning as her orgasm crashes over her. And fuck me, she’s hotter than hell as she shudders with each shockwave. Needing her in this moment, now more than ever, I quickly slip my fingers from her and yank a condom from my wallet. After I push my boxers and jeans down, I slide on the protection and tease her pubic bone with the tip of my cock. Her knees are shaking from her orgasm. Before she falls, I trail my palms down to grip her curvy ass and easily lift her slight frame up to set her on the edge of the counter.

  “Ready, O?” I ask softly. I don’t wait for an answer, though, a
nd slowly push myself into her hot body.

  Her nonverbal agreement is to dig her heels into my ass, bringing me closer. Her tight body grips my cock with such perfection that I fight the urge to come right away. My hands find her hips and claw at her as I pound into her hard and fast.

  “You feel so fucking good,” I groan. Going two months without pussy has left me feeling like a fucking teenager getting laid for the first time. I feel myself reaching closer to my orgasm with each pump into her.

  “Kiss me,” she begs.

  I dip my lips down to brush against hers, but we don’t kiss. With each thrust, we breathe our heated passion into each other’s mouths. It’s hot as hell, but eventually, I can’t refrain from her alluring heat and nip her lips with my teeth. Finally, I give in and kiss her hard.

  I’m completely fucking hypnotized by her.

  My thrusts become rough and uneven as I struggle not to come yet, but when I feel her unravel underneath me, I give in and release my climax. My cock throbs with each burst of my burning, long-overdue orgasm. Once my dick stills within her, I softly peck her warm, wet lips.

  “You’re amazing, O.” I grin down at her after we both stop panting so hard.

  She smiles shyly and looks absolutely gorgeous in her post-coitus glow.

  “Trent is a fucking idiot for calling you a friend. He’s missing out one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever encountered,” I chuckle. But sadly, my words break our spell.

  As if she’s been doused in ice-cold water, her smile falls and she looks horrified. You’d just think I had asked her if she wanted kill puppies with me or something. With a hiss, she pushes my chest so that we separate and slides off the counter.

  “Shit!” she exclaims and quickly sets to cleaning herself up with a hand towel.

  “O, listen—” I begin, but she cuts me off. Her eyes are wild as she pins me with her glare. Gone is her passionate gaze—instead, I’m met with a hostile yet contrite one. I feel like a goddamn idiot standing there naked, my pants around my ankles, feeling every bit a fucking fool.

  “Don’t, Thad. This was a mistake. A big fucking mistake. Dammit!” she snaps as she hurries to put her clothes back on.

  Following her lead, I dispose of the condom and yank my jeans and boxers back up.

  “I need to call a cab and go,” she mumbles, voice shaking.

  I want to hug her, tell her that what we just did was not a mistake, that it was fucking amazing. But somehow, I know I need to tread lightly with her. She’s freaking the hell out and I’m not ready for her to leave me yet.

  “The hell with that. I’m taking you home,” I grumble as I pull on my T-shirt.

  Tears well up in her eyes and she blinks them away as she exits the bathroom. Once in the hallway, I stalk past her toward the front door. Her heels clack on the hardwoods as she hurries to keep up with me, and she snatches up her purse along the way. On the way out the door, I unhook Dad’s keys and lead her out to his Harley. As we reach the bike, she comes screeching to a halt.

  “What the hell, Thad? I can’t ride on a motorcycle,” she whines. “Look at my skirt. There’s no way!”

  I turn to look at her and can’t help the grin that forms on my lips. She looks so fucking adorable all pissed with hands on her hips. If she’s pissed now, she’s about to become livid.

  “We’ll just have to fix that, now won’t we?” I chuckle as I drop to a knee in front of her.

  I hear her breath hitch when I place my palms on her knees and slide them up her thighs. Her body shakes, and no matter how hard I try, I can’t lose the stupid smile on my face. She may think this is a mistake, but she sure fucking likes it when I touch her. In a surprise move, I grab the bottom of her skirt with each hand and rip the fabric up nearly to her hip. If I knew it wouldn’t piss her off more, I’d run my tongue up her chocolate-colored thigh just to have another taste of her.

  “Motherfucker! You just ruined a hundred-dollar skirt!” she snarls furiously and shoves me hard on my shoulders.

  I fall on my ass with a thud, my laughter booming out into the evening air. When I look up, my cock thickens and all humor is gone as I stare up at the sexy-ass, angry-as-hell woman standing over me. After recovering from her immobilizing ethereal beauty, I stand up to tower over her and crowd her with my hulking presence. Her fury melts away and her shoulders slump, but she doesn’t take her eyes from mine. She wants me—even if she won’t admit it. I fucking affect her just like she affects me.

  “You can’t fight this. Hell, I can’t fight this,” I tell her softly.

  Her lips part, but when I dip to kiss her again, she steps away. “There is no ‘this,’ Thad.” Her comment stings and even she winces from saying it. Confusion is written all over her face.

  Fuck my brother—he doesn’t deserve her one bit.

  “Keep telling yourself that. Eventually, you won’t be able to resist me at all,” I growl deeply as I wrap an arm around behind her.

  She whimpers and her eyes flutter closed again as my face nears hers. I’m just inches from her lips, but instead of kissing her, I unsnap the side bag on the bike and yank out Dad’s helmet.

  “Put this on.”

  Her eyes fly open when she realizes I’m not going to kiss her. As I shove the helmet into her hands, I toss her a smug look and her jaw drops in shock. She exhales loudly in annoyance but complies. Once I’ve stepped around her, I throw my leg over the bike and fire up the loud engine. The explosion of noise echoing down the street causes her to jump, and I laugh, which earns me a glare.

  “Get on, O,” I instruct, smiling.

  When her eyes dart around, I can tell she’s nervous about riding. Finally, I see her take a deep breath before she attempts to straddle the bike in the most ladylike way. It’s hilarious, so I let out a thunderous laugh. As she positions herself behind me, she punches hard me in the ribs.

  “Don’t be an asshole,” she snaps. Then she rests her hands on the tops of her thighs.

  I can tell she doesn’t want to touch me. I think we both know that, if she touches me, the fire we shared in the bathroom with flare to life. She’ll have fun trying to stay on that way.

  “Where do you live?” I question over my shoulder. “And you’ll need to hold on unless you want to fall off.”

  She rattles off her address but doesn’t heed my warning about holding on. Shaking my head at her stubbornness, I put the bike in gear and peel out on purpose. Her hands slam around my middle lightning fast, and I chuckle at her obstinate ass. But when she hugs me tighter, pressing her body flush against my back, my humor is replaced by need. I want this woman more than any drug or drop of alcohol I’ve ever consumed. The desire to consume her is a drug in and of itself. I relax and enjoy the feeling of her tits against my back and her arms wrapped snug around me.

  As we drive through town, I feel her squirm several times, even lifting herself off the bike. What in the hell is she doing? I realize she tends to do it even more when I accelerate. It doesn’t take me long to understand that the vibrations between her legs are probably arousing as hell and she’s trying to stop the sensation every time she lifts herself up. A smile tugs at one corner of my lips because this girl, whether she likes it or not, is completely turned on right now.

  And what kind of guy would I be if I didn’t help a girl out?

  At the next stoplight, I reach behind me and grip her hip tight, to hold her where I want her. Her hands fist my shirt as she tries to pull away from me. With my other hand, I rev the engine over and over as we wait for the light to turn. Behind me, she goes batshit crazy and screams at me to let go over the roar of the engine. Her squirms eventually subside as she gives up. Not soon after, I feel her grinding against the seat behind me. It’s hot as fuck feeling her writhe in pleasure against me on the bike.

  When the light turns green, I accelerate quickly. She clenches my shirt in her fists again and bites my shoulder hard as she finds her release. I groan because now I have a big fucking hard-on and no way
of relieving it.

  Shit, woman. What in the hell are you doing to me?

  I’m not bothered by the fact I’ll be suffering from blue balls though. The woman behind me was so wound up from our unexpected union that she needed something to calm her ass down. I smile smugly, knowing I was just the man to do it for her. She appears to be more relaxed and presses her cheek into my back.

  There’s something about this woman. And holy fuck is she all woman.

  I came back home today from rehab with a chip on my shoulder. I was pissed at my parents, pissed at my brother, pissed at the whole damn world. But the moment I laid eyes on this dark-skinned beauty, something lit up inside me and flared to life—something deep inside me that I never knew existed. She started that fire, and I have no intentions of letting her put it out because she thinks we’re some sort of fucking mistake.

  Fuck that. It’s not a mistake. It’s fate.

  I turn into the parking garage at the building of the address she gave me earlier and park. After I kill the engine, we sit in silence for a brief moment as our ears adjust to the sudden absence of the roar. She’s slow to pull away from me but eventually does. Instantly, I miss her warmth.

  “I’ll walk you up,” I tell her after she climbs off and hands me the helmet.

  A tiny smile tugs at her lips, but I can tell she’s fighting it. I’ll bring more smiles to those lips—so many more. She just doesn’t know it yet.

  “Thad, it’s not necessary,” she finally responds, feigning assurance, and starts walking toward the elevators. Her hips sway as she attempts to leave me.

  Those hips. That ass. Fuck.

  I hop off the bike, ignoring her statement, and saunter after her. “Did you enjoy the ride?” I ask knowingly when I catch up to her.

  She presses the call button for the elevator and turns to look at me with wide eyes. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she lies.