“Don’t fuck with me, Nautica.”
I toss my phone down next to me, fully prepared to ignore him for the rest of the night … or forever if I can help it. I need to move on from my Bracken obsession.
I jump at the sound of my ringtone.
Bracken again.
I focus on the screen and watch his name flash, contemplating whether or not to answer it.
“What?” I hiss, caving in.
“Are you ignoring me?” he asks.
“Sure am.”
“And why the fuck are you doing that?”
I scoff. “Why do you think?”
I can hear the sound of his truck running in the background. Then it goes silent. “Come over.”
“Come over?”
“Yes. Come over. I want to see you.”
“Have you been drinking? I can’t come over to your house.”
“Why not? I’m outside waiting in my truck. Come over. We’ll go inside, go for a ride, something. I want to see you.”
I look at my alarm clock. “It’s almost midnight.”
“And? Do you plan on turning into a pumpkin or some shit?”
“No, smart ass. What I’m saying is that I can’t go downstairs and tell Simon I’m going to your house to hang out.”
“Simon went to bed. Sneak out.”
“Goodnight.”
It takes every ounce of my willpower to hang up on him.
Games. The man always wants to play games.
I groan when my phone beeps with another message.
A picture message, actually.
A dick pic, specifically.
Holy fucking shit!
His pants are pulled down, and his hand is wrapped around the base of his cock. My mouth flies open, and my phone slips straight through my fingers, hitting me in the face.
I snatch my phone back up when another text comes.
Him again. “Come see it in person.”
I hit reply. “You’ve lost your damn mind. Go to sleep.”
“That’s not going to happen because I can’t stop thinking about you. Come over. I’ll make it worth your while. I promise.”
My nerves stir and my body grows hotter when I pull the picture back up on my phone. I gulp, but can’t break my eyes away from his cock. Anticipation and need begs at my core. I can’t believe I’m getting this excited from looking at a fucking dick selfie.
I slide out of bed and grab my coat and boots. I can hear Simon’s TV from his bedroom as I tiptoe down the stairs. I quietly slip out the front door and into the cold night.
Holy shit. I’m actually sneaking over to Bracken’s house for a booty call, or whatever it is that we’re going to be doing.
I walk down the sidewalk carefully so I don’t bust my ass on the ice. His truck is parked in the driveway, but isn’t running. I pull out my phone from my coat pocket.
“I’m outside,” I text.
Panic runs through me as I take a look around. What if he was only messing around with me? What if this is all a joke and he hadn’t actually expected me to show up?
I slowly start to back away when the driver’s side door of his truck flies open. I pull my coat tighter around my body and walk up the driveway to meet him.
“You actually came,” he says, his eyes wide in disbelief.
I’m standing only a few inches away from him as my heart races. “Yeah,” I mutter out. I take a nervous step back, but he grabs my arm to stop me before I make a run for it.
“Whoa, whoa. Where do you think you’re going?” I shiver as his finger runs up and down my hand.
“I’m not in the mood for your games tonight. It’s fucking freezing out here.”
He drops my hand and scrunches up his face. “Jokes? Do you think me inviting you over here is a fucking joke?” He steps underneath the floodlights and points in-between his legs. My hand goes to my mouth as I look down and eye the hard bulge underneath his jeans. “Nothing about the two of us is a joke, nor will it ever be. Is it confusing as fuck? Yes. Is it hard for me? Absolutely, and in more ways than one.” He grins, and I slap his shoulder. “But never a joke. I asked you to come here because I had to see you or I was going to go crazy all fucking night.”
I shiver and stare at him, speechless. I’m not exactly sure how to respond. His hand reaches out to brush away the snowflakes on my face. I gasp when his lips meet mine. Unlike our other forbidden kisses, this one is soft, slow, and sweet. It’s nice.
“Come inside,” he says, cocking his head towards his house.
“What about your parents?” I ask.
“They’re passed out. Plus, I doubt they’d care if you come in.”
I look from this house and then back to his truck. “What about your truck?” He gives me a sideways look when I take a step back and open up the backseat door.
“Are you serious? We’ll freeze our asses off.”
I smile. “Then let’s warm each other up, shall we?”
I slide into the backseat without giving him the chance to say anything back. How the hell is this happening? How have I gone from being a nervous wreck to being a seductress luring him into the backseat of his truck?
“Why can’t I stay away from you?” he asks, appearing in the doorway.
“The same reason I can’t stay the hell away from you. It’s stupid for us to keep denying what feels so right.”
He doesn’t move. “I don’t want to fuck you in the back of my truck.” He shakes his head, refusing to look at me. “It’s not right.”
“Why not?” Please don’t reject me.
“You’re better than that. You deserve more.”
I smack my hand against the seat. “Do you know how hot this big, badass machine is? I’ve been dreaming about you taking me in this backseat for years. On the night of your graduation party, I was silently praying for you to come to your senses, pull over, and have your way with me back here. If there’s anywhere I’d like for you to fuck me, it’s here.”
“Mother fucker, that’s the hottest thing anyone has ever said to me.” The door slams shut, taking away our source of light, but I can sense his body heat moving in close. “I want you to ride my cock again. Ride me as fucking hard as you wanted to fuck me that night.”
I can hear the jingle of his belt unbuckling, along with the faint sound of his zipper tearing down. I shiver as I do the same thing. I take a deep breath before climbing over to him as soon as my panties are off. I wrap my hand around his hard cock.
“Is this what you wanted me to come over and do?” I whisper against his lips. “Is this why you sent me that dick pic?” I’m not sure where this dirty talking girl is coming from, but I like it. My words are electrifying, exciting me as much as they are him. My head falls back when he snakes his hand into my hair and pulls it.
“Fuck yes,” he groans out. “Jack me off, but I want to get off inside of your pussy. Not on your hand.”
I casually stroke him a few times before positioning myself over his lap. I cry out in ecstasy when his cock fills me up. My entire body trembles as I slam all of my weight down on him. With each plunge, he grips my ass and slaps it, harder and rougher each time.
This is what I’ve wanted for years. My fantasies are finally coming alive. My only fear is what’s going to happen when I wake up.
* * *
“You can sleep here tonight if you want,” Bracken says, buckling his pants while I start to get dressed.
After we both got off, we grabbed our clothes and hopped into the front seat so Bracken could turn the heat on.
I throw my shirt on. “That won’t be obvious or anything,” I answer, around a laugh. He’s afraid of Simon finding out about us, so I don’t understand why he’d invite me to stay overnight.
“Tell them you stayed over at a friend’s house.”
“And left in the middle of the night?” I shake my head. “I wish I could, but I have to go.”
Nothing sounds better than climbing into his bed and feeling his a
rms wrap around me tight, but we can’t risk it. I’m not ready to lose him yet.
I jump out of his truck, and he joins me outside.
“I’ll walk you,” he says, grabbing my hand and leading me towards my house.
We stroll down the sidewalk, snow crunching underneath our feet, and hold hands in silence. He stops at the front door and turns me to face him. He draws back and becomes quiet.
“What?” I ask. Did I do something wrong?
“This is … it’s crazy,” he says, a small laugh escaping him.
“What is?”
“Our time together … every night … it’s like it’s competing for my favorite one.” My breath catches as he runs his fingers along my cheeks. That is the last thing I expected him to say. This Bracken, this sweet Bracken, is going to keep bringing me back for more, even though I’m fully aware it’s a bad idea. “Thank you for coming over.”
I grin. “Thank you for the orgasm.”
He chuckles. “Anytime, babe. Any-fucking-time.” His lips smack into my forehead. “Sweet dreams.”
chapter fourteen
nautica
“So what’s going on with you and asshole?” Macy asks me over the phone. “Any new updates I should know about?”
“I don’t even know,” I answer.
It’s the day after I snuck over to Bracken’s. I haven’t heard from him yet, and I’m not sure whether or not to text him. I don’t want to look too needy or desperate. I’m playing the torturing game of waiting until he texts me, but I hope he isn’t doing the same thing.
I sit down and think about last night. The way he held me, kissed me, walked me home, all of those sweet, little gestures are making me fall harder and harder for him. And he has no idea.
“Earth to Nautica,” Macy calls out. I give her my full attention. “What do you mean you don’t know?”
“We keep having sex – like way too much sex, and we can’t seem to stop doing it.”
She laughs. “There’s no such thing as too much sex.”
“You know what I mean. We’re having too much sex between people who shouldn’t be having sex. That’s a problem.” She’s the one to snort this time. “What?”
“I’m not sure why you’re both so caught up in the whole, “we shouldn’t be having sex,” thing. I mean, who made the rule that you can’t sleep together because he’s your brother’s best friend? It’s ridiculous. You’re both adults who like to screw each other, who cares? Stop letting other people get in your way.”
I smile in agreement. Macy is right. I’m a big girl. I’m old and smart enough to decide who I can screw – whether it’s a short-term thing or a relationship, nobody else should be deciding that for me.
chapter fifteen
bracken
“Hey there, son,” my dad greets when I walk into his office. He asked me to stop by the dealership and take a look at the renovations he’s been working on the last few months.
Casey Auto Sales is the largest car dealership in our county. My dad started it twenty years ago with only eight cars on the lot. Now, there’s around one hundred. He’s spent countless hours working his ass off to grow this company, and even managed to open up a few more locations in other towns. His plan, and mine, is for me to follow in his footsteps, possibly open a few more, and take over the reigns when he retires, which I have no problem doing. I’ve been working at the dealership since I was fifteen.
“The place looks good,” I tell him, signaling to the showroom behind us before shutting his office door. “I didn’t know Pamela was working here again.” I was surprised to walk in and see her sitting behind the front desk helping a customer.
“She started again around six months ago. With Simon and Nautica both gone, she gets lonely. Not to mention, she also has to pay what the scholarship doesn’t cover of Nautica’s tuition,” he explains.
I take my own seat in the uncomfortable customer chair. “That’s nice of you to help her out.”
I’ve always admired that my dad is willing to help people – whether it be my best friend’s family, one in need of food, or sponsoring families for the holidays. He’s a very charitable man.
“And don’t forget the company holiday party is tonight,” he reminds me.
I frown, letting out a long groan. “Come on, don’t make me go to that shit. You know I’m not a fan of those.”
I used to be, before I got caught banging one of his secretaries in the parking lot at one. My dad was pissed, and told me if I did it again he’d fire the chick. It’s difficult trying to concentrate on fucking a woman when you’re worried she might be unemployed tomorrow because she wanted your cock.
He points a pen my way. “You’re coming,” he insists. “It will look good. You’ll be here full time next year.” He waggles his eyebrows. “I’ll even let you bring a date … just please don’t let it be one of my employees. This town is full of women, and the whole fraternizing thing isn’t a good way to start off.”
I tap my foot. “Fine. I’ll be there.”
“Great, and don’t forget to make sure your suit still fits.” He stops me when I turn around to leave. “And please check on your mother for me, will you? She’s supposed to be here tonight.”
“Sure, no problem.”
I say hi to a few people before leaving. I pull out my phone to text Nautica as soon as I get back in my truck.
“You up for a party tonight?” I ask.
My phone beeps with her reply. “Elaborate.”
“The dealership Christmas party is tonight. Come with me?”
“Are you asking me out on a date?”
I hesitate, not sure how to answer that. “Yeah … something like that.”
A date.
I’ve never been on a real life date. I’m taking a huge risk and going against my better judgment, but I can’t stop myself. If I go to the party solo, I’ll be fighting off chicks because there’s no way anyone who’s not Nautica interests me, and there’s no way I can stomach having anyone else but her on my arm.
This girl, she’s getting the best of me. She’s consuming me, and I need to find a way to stop it before we get in too deep. But I’ll think about that later. I’m giving myself one more night of her. I’ll call shit off tomorrow.
* * *
“Shit man, I didn’t know we had plans tonight,” Simon says, in surprise, when he opens his front door. “And what’s with the fancy ass penguin suit? I’m honored you want to look nice for me and all, but this is a little too much. I prefer guys in leather jackets.”
I push him back and walk inside. “Don’t flatter yourself. I’m not hanging out with your ugly ass tonight. You’re not my type. Nautica is coming to the dealership’s holiday party with me,” I explain.
He edges in closer, making me nervous, and his brows furrow together. “Did you just tell me you’re taking my sister out on a date?”
“No, dumbass. Do I need to buy you a hearing aid for Christmas? It’s the dealership’s holiday party. You know we have one every year.” I slap his shoulder. “You’re more than welcome to tag along. I can always use more company. The more, the merrier, but you have to wear a tie. I like my squad to look good.”
My smart-ass comment hides the fact that I’m bluffing. I’m praying he doesn’t actually decide to come. Talk about a cock-block.
“Funny asshole, but I have plans.”
“Plans? What kind of plans?”
We live in a small town where not much shit happens. If there’s something going on tonight, I’d know about it.
He shrugs and turns his attention to the stairs. “I’m just hanging out with someone, it’s not a big deal.”
“Someone? And who is this secret someone?”
“You don’t know her.”
“I know everyone in this town. It’s so fucking small. I swear you can stretch my balls across the county lines.”
“She’s not from around here. She’s visiting her friend or some shit.” His face tightens, and he
can’t look me in the eyes.
“You’re hiding something.” I cock my head to the side, waiting for him to tell me what the hell it is.
“Dude, you’re being paranoid. Take my sister to the party. She needs to get out, but don’t let her drink and keep an eye on her, okay?”
I shut up. He isn’t the only one hiding something, so I’m apprehensive about pushing too much. I don’t want shit turning on me. As long as this mystery chick keeps him occupied enough to not realize who I’m sticking my dick into, I’m keeping my damn mouth shut.
“You know I got her. Always.”
He slaps me on the back. “That’s why you’re my best friend. You look out for her as much as I do.”
His words hit me with force, making me feel like an even bigger bastard.
“Is that Bracken?” Nautica calls from up the stairs.
My stomach jolts with nervousness. Act cool. Act fucking cool.
“Yes!” Simon yells to her. “So get your ass down here so I can lay down some ground rules.”
“What the hell do you mean lay down the rules?” I ask, with a snarl, looking at him. “You sound like a fucking idiot. You’re not her father in some Nicholas Sparks’ book.”
He throws his head back in laughter. “Screw you. I fucking love ‘The Notebook.’ My mom and Nautica has made me watch that movie so many damn times. I could probably recite it word for word.”
“Figures,” I mutter, but zone out from our conversation when I hear shuffling come from the top of the stairs. I remind myself to breathe when I see Nautica come down, step-by-step in what seems like slow motion. I move around, telling my cock to calm down, as she tortures me.
She looks breathtaking. Her black hair is down, parted in the middle, and flowing in loose curls. A sparkly red dress hugs every single curve of her delicious body and stops at her knees. Perfect black, fuck-me high heels make her seem inches taller. Her lips are bright red. I can’t wait to taste them.
I’m trying to hide how turned on I am from Simon, but he’s not an idiot. There’s no way he missed my jaw practically hitting the ground.
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