Bad For You: (An Older Brother's Best Friend Romance)

by Ferrell, Charity

  “I knew you were the best person for the job,” she adds, rocking her hips against me.

  I suck in a breath, begging my cock not to get excited, but it’s not listening. I can feel the pressure building up between my legs as she rubs her warm pussy against me. Can I fuck her only hours after my dick was inside of Nautica?

  If it were any other chick, I wouldn’t give a shit, but it’s Nautica. She’s different, and I feel like a scumbag for even having Rachel in my bed.

  My hands plant on her hips to stop her. “I’m actually feeling pretty tired,” I say. “I was up late last night.”

  My lame-ass excuse doesn’t work. My head tilts back as she fights against my hold, sliding back and forth against my cock again. “You might be tired, but your cock doesn’t feel the same way,” she fires back.

  I stop her again. “I can’t.” The words peter out of my mouth.

  Her green eyes study me as she leans back. “Since when do you turn down sex?”

  “I fucked someone else last night.” The fact that I tell her this seems to shock the both of us. “I don’t think you’d be too happy getting another chick’s seconds.”

  She sluggishly slides off of my lap. “At least you’re honest. I don’t know whether I should be pissed off or grateful for that.” She starts to get dressed. “She must be pretty special if you’re turning down sex for her. Let me know if things change.”

  With that, she disappears from my room. I don’t bother chasing after her to apologize.

  chapter five

  nautica

  “When is Simon going to be here to pick you up?” Macy asks, zipping up her suitcase.

  Simon is coming home for the holidays, which is exciting to both my mom and me. I was only able to talk to him on the phone a few times while he’s been away at basic training.

  “He’s not picking me up,” I answer. She turns around to look at me in confusion. “Bracken is giving me a ride.”

  My plan had been to ride home with Macy, but she told me a few days ago that she’s going to Florida for the first few days of break to stay with her mom at her new beach house. Her parents had given her the gift of divorce as her graduation present. Apparently, they’d wanted it for years, but agreed to wait until after she finished high school to split up. They couldn’t hold back any longer and broke the news to her that night. Her mom’s bags were already packed and sitting by the front door. I spent that night by her side, taking turns drinking out of a cheap bottle of vodka, and holding her hair as she puked it out later.

  “Bracken is giving you a ride?” she asks. “Bracken, as in the off limits best friend of your brother that you bumped uglies with a few nights ago?”

  I set a stack of folded clothes in my suitcase. “Bracken isn’t a very popular name,” I reply, sarcastically, resulting in a pillow to the face.

  “Are you going to give him a ride in the backseat of that huge, sexy as fuck truck?”

  “Really, Macy? You yourself just said he was off limits to me.”

  She snorts. “Just because you’re not supposed to do it doesn’t mean you can’t indulge a little bit, break some rules. Let him eat your pussy or something.”

  I rub my thighs together, remembering how amazing his tongue felt between my legs and against my warmth. The man knows how to use his tongue.

  “Have you heard from him?” Her question breaks me away from my thoughts.

  “He called yesterday,” I answer.

  “And?”

  “He asked how I was doing, and if I wanted to talk about it. I obviously said no. Then he asked when I wanted to head home.” I shrug. “That’s about it.”

  She frowns. “You do know you two have to talk about it sooner or later? He’s too close with your family to avoid it. You keep delaying the inevitable, it’ll only get worse. Shit might blow up in your guy’s face. You have a six hour car ride home, do it then.” She smacks my side, her frown morphing into a grin. “And if you get a little booty after it, good for you, girl. Get yourself a nice little Christmas present.”

  chapter six

  bracken

  “Be careful, be very careful,” Jasper sings out. He slaps me on the back while I lock my bedroom door from the outside. He’s never fucked with my shit, but I don’t want any of his company to think my bed has open vacancy.

  “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” he goes on. He pauses for a moment before giving me a sly smile. “Actually, I’d probably fuck her again, so scratch that last statement. I’d never use me as a reference in that saying because there’s not much shit I wouldn’t do when it comes to getting some pussy.”

  “I’m well aware of that,” I mumble, heading towards the kitchen. I grab my mini-cooler from the pantry and start to pack it with ice. “And how about you not try to get your brain bashed in while I’m gone. I can’t afford rent here by myself, and it’s hell trying to find a new roommate in the middle of the year.”

  He scratches his head and joins me in the kitchen. “And how the hell would I manage to do that?”

  I pull out bottles of water from the fridge and pack them in the cooler. My dad taught me to always be prepared. “By sticking your cock into another guy’s girlfriend’s pussy.”

  “Oh yeah, sorry about that.” He’s still smiling, not even phased by the wake-up call we’d gotten this morning from some asshole screaming on our doorstep, adamant on kicking Jasper’s ass. “It’s not like she told me she had a boyfriend.”

  “Next time, start asking. He had forty pounds on you.” Jasper isn’t scrawny, but he isn’t built, either. He’s tall and lean. I had to jump in and stop the guy from smashing his head in with a baseball bat. “Make smarter decisions. I’ll see you in a few weeks.”

  “And you do the same. Keep your dick in your pants around any chicks named Nautica,” he calls out behind me as I walk out the door.

  A new kick of memories shoot through my mind every time she’s brought up. My cock instantly remembers how good she felt. My brain might be screaming that it’s not smart thinking about her like that, but my dick isn’t in agreement.

  I throw my bag and cooler into the backseat and head towards campus. It’s snowing hard, so I keep my speed down. Even though my truck does well in shitty weather, I’m still careful.

  I’ve been infatuated with trucks before I could even drive. My grandpa had one. My dad has one. Growing up, I knew it was the only thing I wanted to drive. I worked for my dad during my summer breaks in high school, saved up money, and bought my first truck from him when I turned sixteen. My parents surprised me with a brand new one on my graduation day. I’m now in my senior year of college working on my business degree so I can take over my dad’s car dealerships when he retires.

  I send Nautica a text letting her know I’m on my way. My apartment is a few miles away from campus housing. I prefer not to deal with undergrad, drunken bullshit. I spent my freshman year in the dorms and it was hell. I didn’t have the patience in dealing with disorderly drunken idiots, nor did I have a problem with telling them that. After getting into three fights with my roommate, I knew I wasn’t going through another year of it, and my parents let me move into my apartment.

  I pull into the first open parking spot and take the stairs up to Nautica’s floor. I’ve only been in her dorm once, when I helped her mom move her in because Simon was gone. I usually drop her off at the entrance in the mornings when she stays over.

  I ignore the smiles and whistles shooting my way as I head down the all-girls’ hallway. Her door flies open after my first knock. Macy is standing in front of me wearing a pair of tiny ass shorts and a tank top, sans bra. Her nipples are hard, and her lips form a smile when she sees me. I already know she’s going to be a pain in my ass.

  “Bracken.” She says my name with a purr and a bite of her lower lip. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” She rests her hands on her slim hips and kicks her right leg out.

  There’s no denying that Macy is attractive, but she’s not my type. It�
��s not that I don’t like her, or the fact that she explores her sexuality. Shit, I’ve probably fucked more people than she has. What pisses me off about her is that she’s a shitty ass friend to Nautica. She’s constantly ditching her, and has for years. Not to mention, she drags her to damn near every party on campus.

  “Nautica,” is my only response. She’s still on my shit list for leaving her at the bar. I should probably be thinking her for allowing me to get the best pussy of my life, but I don’t.

  She gives me a sideways look. “She already left.”

  I take a step back. “Wait, what?” Did she find another ride home? There’s no way she’d do that without telling me, right?

  “Macy, stop messing with him,” Nautica’s voice calls out, and she appears at her friend’s side. She opens up the door wider, grabbing Macy’s arm so I can slide into the room. “Let me grab my bag and I’ll be ready to go.”

  I nod. Her room looks the same as when I helped her unpack. Her side is organized to a tee, which doesn’t surprise me. Her bed is made, a yellow comforter spread across the twin mattress perfectly, and fuzzy pillows are lined up near the head of it. She’s a neat freak. She’s been that way for as long as I can remember.

  She says goodbye to Macy. I don’t. I grab her bag, and she follows me out to my truck. I crank up the heat as soon as we get in. I reach into the backseat and open up the cooler to grab her a water.

  “You ready for this long drive?” I ask, backing out of the parking spot. It’s a six-hour drive from here to Colorado.

  She groans. “It would be better if the weather wasn’t so disgusting out.” She signals out the window. “I only like this shit on Christmas.”

  “Babe, we live in Colorado. How are you not used to this weather yet?”

  “I’m used to it, but that doesn’t mean I like it.”

  “How does it feel to have your first semester of college over with?”

  “Relieving,” she says, twisting the cap open. “I mean, you hear rumors about finals being hell week, but it’s actually true. Luckily, I did pretty well, but I lost count of the number of hours I’ve spent studying.”

  “Do you think you did okay?”

  She nods. “Yep. And what about you? Are you ready to be done with it all and work for your dad? A lot of people don’t work well with their family.”

  “I look up to my dad. I enjoy hanging out with him, and I can’t wait to show him what I’m made of.” He might have some flaws, but we all do. He’s a good father, and an even better businessman. I can’t wait to have his role when I take over the dealership.

  “I’m sure you’ll do well. You’re a good sweet talker.”

  “Oh really?”

  She nods. “Yes, really. All you have to do is give that charming smile and say a few words to a woman and she’ll buy a car from you. Shit, she’ll buy anything from you. You’re a smooth talker.”

  “Does that work with you too? Will you do anything I ask?” I slam my mouth shut. I shouldn’t have asked that. I wish I could take back my words.

  She eyes the floor. “Obviously, look what happened the other night.”

  I open my mouth to answer, to fix this, but my phone ringing stops me. Saved by the damn ring tone.

  “It’s your dad,” she tells me, grabbing it from the cup holder.

  “Answer it,” I instruct. The weather is getting worse. My hands aren’t leaving the steering wheel.

  “Hi Randy, it’s Nautica,” she answers, casually. She’s tight with my family. My parents love her. “I’m going to put you on speaker.”

  She holds the phone up in the air as my dad’s voice shoots through my truck. “The roads are getting worse, and it looks like the storm is headed straight in your direction. If they get too bad, you need to stop. Rent a hotel room and wait until it clears up. You don’t need to be driving in this weather,” he tells me.

  “Got it,” I answer. “We’ll be careful and keep in touch.”

  Nautica talks to him for a few minutes about her finals before hanging up. Our conversation isn’t brought back up, and we spend the next two hours listening to the weather channel. My speed decreases with every mile as the roads grow slicker. The man on the radio confirms that a blizzard is headed our way. Just perfect.

  When we get to the interstate it’s an even bigger mess. Every car is going slow with their emergency lights on so the car behind them can see where they’re going. I keep my eyes on the road; scared we’ll hit black ice. I’m not sure if we are even staying in our lane. I grip the steering wheel so tight I’m waiting for it to break, but I’m terrified we’re going to start sliding.

  “I think we need to stop,” I tell her. “It’s getting too bad. I don’t want to risk it.”

  “I agree,” she says. “It looks like there’s an exit coming up in a few miles. I’m sure it’ll have somewhere we can wait until this thing blows over.”

  * * *

  “One or two rooms?” the guy behind the hotel’s front desk asks.

  His eyes transfer between Nautica and me curiously, which pisses me off. I’m sure we aren’t the first two people of the opposite sex to come in and request a place to lay their heads. I want to punch him in his crooked smile for the way he’s staring at Nautica.

  I look over at her in question. I never even thought about getting separate rooms.

  “One room. Two beds,” I answer him, but keep my eyes on her. “We’re only going to be here until the storm calms and the roads clear. It’s stupid to pay for two rooms.”

  And the thought of hanging out in a hotel room alone for hours sounds like a fucking bore. I need some damn company.

  She nods in agreement. “One room it is. Two beds.”

  I hand the guy my credit card while she sifts through her massive-sized purse. “Here, I’ll pay half,” she offers, pulling out her wallet.

  That isn’t fucking happening.

  I hold up my hand to stop her, resulting in a frown coming my way. “Don’t worry about it,” I say. She’s just as bad as her brother is about accepting handouts. “I would have to pay for a room whether you were here or not.”

  She tucks her wallet back in her bag at the same time the guy hands me our key card. “You’re in room two-twelve,” he tells us.

  I grab Nautica’s bag, along with mine, and follow her towards the elevator. I sit our bags down on each bed when we make it into the room and take a look around.

  Two full beds, a bathroom, a mini-fridge, and a TV. Not a dump, but nothing special. It’s a standard room. There weren’t very many hotel choices on the exit we took, so we settled for the nicest one we could find.

  “Might as well make ourselves comfortable,” I say, shrugging off my coat as she does the same thing. I snag the remote from the nightstand and collapse onto the bed.

  I keep my eyes on her as she slowly progresses across the room to the other bed. There were so many times I wanted to talk to her about our night together during the car ride, but I kept my mouth shut in fear she didn’t want it brought up.

  What is going through her mind about me? About us? Does she regret it? Is she going to tell Simon?

  “I guess so,” she replies, hesitation sliding along her words.

  This wouldn’t be so awkward if I hadn’t fucked her the other night. We would be joking around and completely comfortable around each other. Things are different now. I should’ve thought with my brain instead of my cock.

  She slides off her shoes and makes herself comfortable on the bed. I look around, suddenly becoming aware of the situation we’re in. I set myself up for disaster. We’re only a few feet away from each other in a hotel room alone.

  All I can think about is the multitude of dirty things I can do to her on that bed. How I can slowly undress and kiss every inch of her delicious body, and fuck her again like I’ve been fantasizing about non-stop. I can stand up, take one step, and touch her. And that’s exactly what my fingers are itching to do.

  I should be fighting, resisti
ng this urges, but I’m only feeding them with my imagination. Thoughts of how amazing it would feel to pass the time in-between her legs, and how badly I want to feel her suck my cock won’t leave me.

  I shake my head. I need to pull myself together. I lean back against the headboard and try to concentrate on the weatherman. Fuck, more snow, and it doesn’t look like it’s stopping anytime soon. We’re going to be here for a while.

  I’m going to be locked in a room with my temptation, no way to escape, for who knows how long. This is going to be a mother fucker.

  “Now that we know we’re stuck here let’s watch something decent,” she says.

  “Sounds good. What are you up for? We can rent a movie?” I suggest. I toss the remote over to her. “You pick.” She flips through the movies and stops on the one I definitely don’t want to watch. “Nu uh, anything but that. I’m not up for watching dudes strip down to that, “Ride My Pony,” song. I’d rather watch the damn weatherman.” Shit, I’d rather watch Dr. fucking Phil.

  “I love “Magic Mike,” she whines, pouting out her lip. “I haven’t had a chance to see the new one, either.”

  “That’s great. Love it when I’m not with you.”

  She snorts, giving me a dirty look. “Really? So much for you letting me pick. What do you want to watch then? Guys with guns shooting up shit and flipping off buildings.”

  “That actually sounds much better.”

  We go back and forth over potential movie options before I cave and let her watch the damn male stripper movie. There’s no saying no to her.

  chapter seven

  nautica

  I struggle to get comfortable as I try to keep my focus on the TV, but I can’t stop thinking about the man stretched out in the bed beside mine. Even with the sexy men ripping off their clothes and dry humping the air on the screen, my mind is on him.