One Night
By
K.L. Humphreys
&
Rachel M Storm
Copyright
First Edition published in 2018
Text Copyright © K.L. Humphreys and Rachel M Storm
All rights reserved.
The moral right of the author has been asserted.
Editing by Danni (Ellie) Williams
Cover Design by Lee Ching of Undercover Design
Formatter Obsessed by Books Designs
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All characters in this publication are fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Blurb
Brianne:
One night, that’s all it took for my life to change.
I didn’t expect to walk in on my boyfriend cheating on me.
I shouldn’t have slept with my brother’s best friend.
I shouldn’t have ran once it was over.
But I did, and now I’m back with a secret that will change all of our lives.
I want a happily ever after… But that may not happen.
Jaxon:
One night and she’s ruined me.
I slept with my best friends little sister, the one girl I’ve wanted for a long time.
It was the best night of my life.
She’s back with a bang and the whole town's talking.
I need her in my life, but the people trying to sabotage us are making it hard for me to get her.
She’s all I want and I won’t stop until I get her.
Prologue
Brianne
Walking up the drive of Ethan’s house, the cold Cali air is making my hair fly around my face and blowing my skirt up. I get the sense that something isn’t quite right. I can’t quite place a finger on what it can be, but all I know is alarms are ringing in my head. We’ve been together almost five years now; he was my first boyfriend, first kiss; come to think of it, he’s my first everything. We met back in high school; he was the star quarterback who every single girl wanted, I was one of those girls. I was a cheerleader, and for some reason unbeknown to me, he chose me over all those other girls.
I get to the front door and test the handle; sometimes when he knows that I’m coming over, he’ll leave it open.
It opens.
I walk into the house; those alarms are quieted as my ears are assaulted by the fakest, ugliest moans I have ever heard. Turning to the left where the sound is coming from,
I see my boyfriend bending some bitch over the sofa as he bangs her from behind.
What the fuck?
Tears spring to my eyes, but I don’t let them fall, hearing her cry out again makes me cringe.
“You do know she’s faking that right? You aren't that good, I should know.” I mock. I don’t know why the hell I just said that. I should have just turned around and left because the tears are about to fall, and I don’t want to let them see me break.
Ethan jumps back from her, looking shocked to see me.
“Brianne, what are you doing here? How did you get in?” He looks confused, but yet he was the one who texted me to be here.
Seeing him standing there, not even wearing a condom, everything I feel for him dissipates into thin air. The bitch he was just fucking has a face-splitting grin as she bats her long fake lashes, she wanted me to find out, hell I wouldn’t be surprised if she was the one who texted me.
“How long has this been going on?” I’m grateful that my voice is strong, even though my legs are wobbly. I wouldn’t be able to tell you how I’m managing to stand straight right now.
The laughter coming from the girl breaks my heart and gives me my answer, this wasn’t a one-time thing.
God, I’m so stupid.
I turn and leave, not giving either the satisfaction of watching me cry. Has this been going on the whole time we’ve been together? Him being at college, the big star on campus. He’s the star quarterback there too. I’m so naive, of course, he’s been doing it the whole time. I have heard the rumors, but I never listened, never believed. And now, I wish I had listened to all the warnings I was given by so many people.
I make it to the end of Ethan’s driveway before the tears start to flow.
God, how was I so stupid that I didn’t see this? How did I not know what a bastard Ethan is?
I walk towards the beach, needing the air, I just need to think.
I can’t believe I was so foolish; I honestly thought that he loved me.
I sit in the sand, bringing my knees up and hugging them as I cry.
What am I going to do? Shyanne’s never going to keep this quiet, and I never want to see Ethan again. Maybe I should go on holiday? Livie can look after the salon while I’m gone, and Jill has wanted to come back to work for us part-time we just don’t have the hours for her but with me gone for a week or two. Jill can get a few hours. Maybe, I don’t know; my head isn’t in the right place to be making any decisions right now.
I feel someone sit beside me; “Want to tell me why you’re crying Bri?” It’s Jaxon, my brother’s best friend. Jaxon puts his arms around me and pulls me closer to him, engulfing me. The feel of his strong arms against my body make me feel a bit better and safe. I should have realized he’d be around; sometimes if he’s working on a new game he’ll get frustrated and go for a run, it helps him clear his head.
I wipe my eyes and look up at him; the moonlight glowing on him allows me to see his face. His stormy blue eyes that match the color of the ocean full of concern.
“I just walked in on Ethan cheating on me.”
Thankfully, I’m not a complete blubbering mess. That would be even more mortifying.
“He’s an idiot; he never deserved you,” Jaxon tells me, and I look at him, I mean really look at him, he doesn’t seem shocked. Pissed? Yes, but not shocked.
“You knew?” I can’t keep the shock out of my voice; he’s my brother’s best friend, you’d think he’d tell either me or Carson.
“No, I didn’t. I had heard that he was fucking around, but I didn’t know for sure. Come on Bri, do you think that if I’d known, he’d still be walking? Both Carson and I would have broken his legs. Now dry those gorgeous eyes, you’re too beautiful to be crying over that asshole.” He says wiping the tears from my eyes with each of his thumbs.
“You think I’m beautiful?” He’s Carson’s best friend; I didn’t think he thought of me like that. He’s hot with muscles to freaking die for; he doesn’t miss a day in the gym. Every woman wants him; it’s not often you find a hot as hell geek.
Jaxon and my brother work with computers, they both code and hack everything and anything they can. They also Beta test video games and even make their own and Jaxon has the biggest comic book collection I’ve ever seen, he makes Carson look like an amateur collector, and I’ve seen Carson’s collection it takes up most of mom and dad’s basement.
“Bri, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” He says without hesitation. I blink, and then I lift my head up, so we’re almost touching, I lean in and kiss him. For a split second, his body stiffens before going rigid, but then he relaxes before taking over the kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth like it’s something he’s wanted to do for a long time.
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The kiss goes from gentle and sweet to rough, carnal and consuming within seconds.
“Bri, I’m not sure this is such a good idea,” he says hesitantly after breaking our kiss, but I don’t register much, all that’s running through my head is how amazing of a kisser he is.
“Come home with me?” I ask, ignoring whatever he just said. I don’t know where the hell that came from, but it feels right. I want this; I just hope he does too.
“Bri…” He’s hesitant, but I press another kiss to his lips. He smiles at me and stands up bringing me with him; I can’t believe this is going to happen.
It doesn’t take us long to get to my house, as I have my dream home on the beachfront. My Grandad left me and Carson money when he died, and I bought my house and I co-own my salon with Olivia, who is also my best friend.
We make it inside, and I barely close the door, when he’s on me; kissing me, and God, this man’s kisses make me feel wanton and heats my whole body in a way that feels foreign but absolutely perfect. I swear I feel it all the way to my toes. He really knows what he’s doing.
Jaxon starts to pull down my panties, once they’re off, he lifts me up, and I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist, I can feel the outline of his cock pushing against me.
God, so close yet so far, I don’t think I’ve ever been this fevered, I want this more than I have ever wanted sex with Ethan.
“You sure about this Bri?” He asks, breathing hard, those stormy blue eyes, so full of lust. I nod, giving him my consent, I don’t think that I can verbally say anything at this moment. I’m so consumed by him, that I can’t speak.
Hell, I wish he would just fuck me already.
Jaxon moves with me wrapped around him, pushing me against the wall, I don’t know when, but he’s taken his pants off, and he grabs my hands with one of his and holds them above my head while his other arm wraps around my middle in the way of support.
God this feels so damn good!
With one quick thrust, he’s buried deep inside me. Oh, my… I feel so full, so freaking good. I lean my head back, bouncing it off the wall as I do. I’ve never felt so wanted as he kisses my neck, sucking and biting as he does. He’s thrusting so hard, that it hurts, but hurts in a good way and I’m crying out in immense pleasure.
He pulls out of me, and I feel empty until he lifts me, and I release my legs, as soon as my feet touch the ground, he’s bending me over, thank fuck I was a cheerleader and am flexible. Otherwise, I’d be in serious pain in the morning.
Jaxon pushes inside me once again, and this is the best I’ve ever had, “Harder. Please, Jax.” I’m actually begging him.
“Fuck Bri, if I go harder, I’m gonna cum, I want you to cum first.” He grits out, and he brings his hand down, and his fingers start playing with my clit. He’s like a talented pianist, he really knows what he’s doing, and I’m so close right now.
I start to fuck him back, forcing him to go harder and... there, right there, that’s what I want. I cum on a cry; his name leaves my lips in a strangled moan. He grips my hips harder, and I think I may have bruises in the morning. Jaxon pumps into me harder and faster, chasing his own orgasm. He’s breathing heavy before finally unloading inside of me while groaning my name.
As soon as he pulls out of me, I go to the bathroom to clean up and realize that I’ve just had sex with my brother’s best friend. What the hell was I thinking? This is not good. Hopefully, he will realize that this was a mistake. I mean, it’s not like we’re going to have a relationship, he’s the biggest man-whore in Santa Monica, if not the whole of Cali. He doesn’t do relationships.
When I come out of the bathroom, he’s fully dressed waiting for me. “Look Jax…” I start, and he cuts me off. He looks distant, whatever he’s thinking about can’t be good, “You’ve just got out of a relationship. Bri, you need to sort your head out. I understand.” He walks over to me and kisses my cheek.
“I’ll see you soon, okay. Hopefully, you’ll have a clear head by then.”
Jaxon turns and leaves, leaving me wondering what the hell I’m going to do. I do need to clear my head, get away from Ethan and Jaxon, they’ve both messed with my head. There’s no way I can stay here.
I pack my bags and put them into the trunk of my car. I get into the car and start the engine, I send a text to Olivia and tell her to call me first thing. I don’t know where I’m heading, all I know is, anywhere but here.
Chapter One
Six Months Later
Jaxon
“So, should I pick you up or will you meet me there?” Carson asks as I grab my gym bag from the backseat of his car. We’ve made plans to go to the local bar tonight to just relax. God knows we need it. We’ve both been crazy busy with work these last three weeks, and we haven’t had any time to actually chill and let loose. We both work for GCC, short for Globe Computer Corporation but in different departments, I’m a software developer, and Carson is a software tester. We actually make a mean team when we work on the same projects.
“Nah, I’ll meet you there, man.” I answer, climbing out of his big ass Jeep and slinging the bag over my shoulder. I don’t want him picking me up because I’d rather hop on my bike and feel the wind in my hair tonight.
“Okay then, later alligator!” He says before I close the car door. I shake my head at his farewell; he’s never going to change. He’s still a geeky kid at heart; it’s one of the many reasons he’s my best friend.
I start making my way up my driveway, fishing out my keys from my sweatpants pocket as I go. I unlock the door but come to a complete halt when I step inside to find a woman clad in nothing but one of my shirts. And not just any shirt, my fucking favorite shirt that Bri bought me for my birthday a couple of years ago. Now, this… woman... is freaking tainting it!
“Sabrina?” I tilt my head in confusion as a shit ton of question marks form in my head. Like, what the hell does she want? Why is she wearing my clothes? And most important; “How did you get in here, and why the hell were you in my damn bedroom?” I voice the last questions out loud as irritation starts gnawing at me. My bedroom is off limits to any and all women. She knows this because I’ve always fucked her in my spare room. And I actually told her that my room is a no-go zone.
“I took one of your spare keys the last time I was here,” she answers like that’s the most normal thing a person can do. Well, it’s not normal. Its fucking creepy!
I might have slept with Sabrina a couple of times, but that doesn’t mean she can come and go as she freaking pleases. I thought she understood that she’s just a booty call, not a girlfriend. I don’t do girlfriends, and I made this clear to her the first night I met her.
“I thought I would surprise you, baby,” she says in what she must think is a seductive voice. Instead of answering her, I roll my eyes and make my way to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water because if actual words come out of my mouth right now, she would run out of here crying and I’m not in the mood for that shit right now. I hear her light footsteps following me.
“Sabrina,” I start to speak after grabbing the water bottle from the fridge and twisting the cap off. “I don’t appreciate you coming into my house while I’m not here. I thought I explained what this was,” I have to make her aware that this is unacceptable and remind her that we are nothing more than two people who fuck each other on occasion.
“Is this because of her?” she asks, scowling at me.
Shit, did she have to bring Brianne up? She doesn’t know that ‘her’ is actually Bri. All she knows is that there is a woman I can’t get out of my mind because I let that titbit of information slip through my drunk lips a short while after Brianne just up and left without saying a word to anyone, not even her brother or her parents.
Sometimes, I think I’m the one who drove her to leave like that. I mean I knew I shouldn’t have fucked her that night because she was emotional and was probably doing it to get back at that fucking idiot Ethan.
But I just couldn’t help myself. When her soft lips touched mine, all sense and control flew out the window because I’ve wanted her for so damn long. When I told her that she needed to sort her head out, I never in a million years thought that she would actually pack her stuff and leave. I thought I would give her a month or so before telling her how I feel- how I’ve felt about her all these years.
“Jaxon, it’s obvious this woman doesn’t want you,” Sabrina says when I just stay silent, not answering her question. “Just let her go and let me in baby,” she continues, pissing me off in the process.
“Sabrina, I think maybe it’s time for you to get out of my clothes, into your own and then leave,” I tell her through gritted teeth. Who the hell does she think she is to spew shit like that to me?
“Fine, your loss!” she says as she turns on her heel towards the bedroom - my fucking bedroom! A few minutes later Sabrina comes out fully dressed in her own damn clothes, thank God, and clutching a purse under her arm.
“Wait,” I stop her when she makes her way to the door.
“Yeah?” she turns with a smile on her heart-shaped face.
“Leave the keys,” her smile instantly transforms into a scowl. She rummages in her purse then throws the keys at my head. I catch them mid-air then place them on the counter and watch as she stomps out the door and slams it behind her.
Well, I guess that was the end of that little adventure. Like I fucking care, there is only one woman for me and Sabrina is most definitely not that woman.
I take a long sip of my water before casually placing the bottle on the counter next to the keys and then make my way to the bathroom for a shower. Images of Bri’s legs wrapped around my waist flash through my mind as soon I step into the hot water. I curse and look down at my hardening appendage. I close my eyes, grasp my dick firmly in my hand and start pumping as my mind takes me back to that night, reminding me how tight and good she felt. It doesn’t take long for me to cum all over the tile floor of the shower.
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