Wet: A Brother’s Best Friend Romance

by Aria Ford

  When he moved us toward the bed, I was ready for anything. He threw me backward, making me bounce slightly. I grinned at him while his eyes traveled over my body. He looked hungry, and I loved that look in his eyes. He unbuttoned his pants and slid them off, pulling his boxers down with them. The sight of his huge cock bursting free was enough to make me moan.

  He growled again and crawled over me. His hands moved first to my jeans. He looked at me questioningly as his fingers stopped over the button. I nodded, and he ripped them from my body, throwing them and my panties to the floor. Lifting me easily, he removed my shirt, sliding his hands around my back to unhook my bra. When he let me fall back against the bed, I was fully naked and ready for him.

  His eyes raked over me and then his lips were on mine, kissing me like he’d never stop. I wrapped one leg around him and pulled his cock right against me, grinding my hips against his. He groaned and threw my leg off, his hand searching for my pussy.

  When he slid his fingers over my clit, I cried out and arched my back. Our lips fell away from each other while he slid down to attach to my nipples. He bit and licked me, rubbing my clit with fury. I felt like my body was on fire as he took control of my pleasure. I’d never been with a man who was as strong and intense as Brad. He didn’t wait for my blessing. He didn’t move slowly, he just took me, overwhelming me with a blind pleasure I’d never felt before.

  “Oh my God,” I moaned softly. Brad shoved one finger inside me, and I cried out again, gasping and breathing heavily.

  He fucked me with his finger, moving hard and fast. I’d only slept with a few men, but none like Brad. I knew he would take me for the ride of my life.

  I felt myself growing closer and closer, my body writhing and shaking. He pulled back to watch me, our eyes locking together. His darkened as he watched me shake.

  “Come for me,” he demanded. “Come for me, Olivia.”

  The order was enough to send my body flying over the edge, but the command in his voice was more than I could take. He fucked me so hard and so fast that my eyes rolled back in my head, and I grabbed on to the bed spread for stability.

  “Yes…” I moaned. “Oh God, yes. Oh! Fuck!”

  I came hard and fast, shooting upward, my hips slamming against his hand. Pleasure rocked through me, making my head spin and my body shake. Brad didn’t wait for me to finish. He pulled his hand away from my pussy and dove for his jeans. Grabbing a condom out of his pocket, his tore the wrapper off and threw it to the ground. While waves of pleasure were still cascading through me, Brad threw my legs apart and yanked me toward him.

  He was rough with me, but I never once felt threatened. This was everything I’d always wanted—a man to take control and fuck me into oblivion.

  When he was poised at my entrance, our eyes met again, and he waited a fraction of a second. When he knew I was ready, he slammed into me with force. I arched my back and gasped with renewed desire, my hips lifting to meet his.

  He rammed himself into me, his cock filling me completely. I could still feel the after effects of my orgasm, and with each thrust, he threw me closer to the edge all over again. While he took me, his reached down to pinch my nipples in between his fingers. His eyes ravished my body, taking in the sight of my tits bouncing and my hips thrusting against his.

  In one motion, he lifted me up and pulled my body against his. I was sitting on his dick. He was perched on his heels. I couldn’t believe his strength. He continued to thrust upward while I rode him. Our rhythm was instant and perfect, our bodies perfectly in sync.

  I threw my head back and let the sensation take me over. His teeth attacked my skin, biting my neck and my tits, sucking my nipples between his lips while I held on to his shoulders for dear life. My eyes rolled, and I dug my nails into his skin hard enough to draw blood. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, he threw my back down on the bed. This time, his body pressed against mine.

  He grabbed my leg, hiking it up and pounding into me. I felt sweat pouring over my body and I shaking beneath him. I couldn’t think. I could barely breathe. Pleasure and desire ran through me, and when I came again, it was so intense I felt tears form behind my eyes.

  “Fuck,” he growled, feeling my pussy collapse around his cock.

  “Holy shit,” I moaned. “God yes…”

  He came right after me, thrusting forward and grunting loudly. His dick throbbed and jerked inside me, dragging out my own pleasure. His body trembled above mine, his hands digging into my sides. We held on to each other for what felt like hours, just feeling every single wave of ecstasy that rocked through us.

  Chapter 6

  Olivia

  I woke the next morning with a soreness between my legs and a smile on my face. As I rolled over, my eyes slowly opened. Sunlight was streaming in through the curtains, and I squinted against its brightness. When I could finally look around, I saw that Brad was nowhere in sight. After we had sex the night before, I passed out almost immediately. He took me in a way that left me trembling and exhausted. It was amazing, incredible, and earth-shattering.

  Part of me was disappointed to find him gone that next morning but I wasn’t surprised. He didn’t so much as leave a note but really, what did I expect? Hadn’t I already thought of this as a one-night stand even before we slept together? It wasn’t a bad thing that he was gone. Besides, I knew I would see him again on Monday morning when I went back to the shop to find out the prognosis on my Jeep.

  Instead of dwelling on his absence, I decided to spend the day exploring. Even without a car, I could find something to do. Pushing myself out of bed, I grabbed a quick shower and then dressed in a pair of yoga pants and a comfortable T-shirt. I tied my wet hair back in a braid and slid on my tennis shoes. Once I was ready, I left my hotel room in search of something to see.

  I found a little diner just down the road. There, I ate a quick and cheap breakfast before I continued my walk. Along the road, there wasn’t anything special, so I decided to venture out further. I wandered through a line of trees until I found a large clearing filled with dry dirt and cacti. I looked around with a smile on my face. Here in New Mexico, I knew I was surrounded by desert, but the trees had thrown me. I didn’t expect to see anything so barren so soon.

  I smiled and took in the sights, taking a sip of the water bottle I’d bought at the diner. This was exactly the sort of thing I wanted to discover. Living in New York City prevented me from exploring the world. Sure, Central Park was great, but it wasn’t exactly nature. Surrounded by skyscrapers and city life, I never truly felt like I was part of the real world. In New Mexico, it was different.

  I walked slowly, taking care not to wander too far from the road. My eyes roamed freely, taking in the cacti and different creatures. I saw a few snakes and steered clear of them. I made mental notes, promising myself I would paint this scene the second I returned to my hotel. My chest swelled as I sat down to take a rest, still smiling and feeling happier than I’d felt in years.

  Despite my Jeep’s demise, this road trip had been everything I wanted. I’d stopped at various places, making sure to take a few hikes and see some nature. The interstates weren’t exotic or exciting, but sometimes, if I searched, I could find a stretch of land that took my breath away. It was sights like this desert plain that inspired me to keep going. I left New York hoping to see the world, and now that I had, I had no regrets.

  It was hard to tell my parents I was leaving. They weren’t supportive or encouraging. To them, I’d already thrown my life away by pursuing a liberal arts degree. It was their hope that I would go back to school and study something practical: business or law. Neither of those sparked my interest, but because it was important to my parents, I considered it. I thought about what they wanted for me, and I weighed my options.

  I told them I’d think about it, but first, I wanted to explore the world. My wanderlust was out of control, and I was desperate to see the world. When I pitched my idea for this road trip, they said no. They wer
e determined to keep me in the city, to forbid me from leaving. I didn’t listen. I left anyway, and their anger was swift and intense. We hadn’t spoken much since I left but they called every few days to check on me.

  It wasn’t much, but at least they cared enough to do that. Still, each time we spoke, my mother found a way to express her disgust for my life choices. She stressed that painting was a hobby and nothing more. She insisted my wanderlust was simply immaturity, and she berated me about coming home to start my “real life.”

  It was frustrating, but this trip was worth it. Seeing the things I’d seen, painting the things I’d painted, it was enough to make my parents anger worthwhile.

  As I sat in that clearing, sweating bullets and running through my water, I wondered what my mom would say if she saw me now. Would she yell at me for being so impractical or would she enjoy this view as much as I did? Deep down, I knew the answer, but I still hoped that one day, she would come around.

  I made my way back to my hotel room, eager to paint the scene that was still fresh in my mind’s eyes. As I walked, I heard a sharp buzzing coming from my back. I dug out my phone and saw my mother’s face flashing across the screen. With a deep breath, I pressed accept and held the phone to my ear.

  “Hi, Mom,” I said.

  “Olivia, where are you now?” she said.

  “Just outside of Santa Fe, New Mexico,” I told her.

  “You haven’t much progress since we last spoke,” she said, disapproval in her voice.

  “Well, I stopped to paint a few things,” I said.

  “Of course,” she sighed. “When are you going to abandon that ridiculous hobby, Olivia?”

  “Mom, it’s my passion.”

  “Passions come and go,” she said. “You can’t build your life around them.”

  “Some people do,” I argued.

  “Some people,” she said. “Not us.”

  “Listen,” I said, wanting to change the subject. “I’ll be stuck here for a few days. My Jeep broke down, and the auto shop can’t look at it until Monday morning.”

  “What?” she asked. “What happened?!”

  “I don’t know yet,” I said, keeping my voice level. “The mechanic said he’d look at it first thing Monday morning. Then we’ll go from there.”

  “We aren’t paying for that, Olivia.” Her voice was cold and harsh. “You chose to disobey us by embarking on this little adventure of yours. Don’t think for one second that we’re going to bail you out of this mess.”

  “I didn't think you would,” I said, though I had intended on putting the repairs on my emergency credit card.

  “Then how exactly were you planning to pay for it?” she demanded. “Last I checked, you barely had enough money for gas and food.”

  “I’ll figure something out,” I said softly.

  “What, Olivia?” she said. “What are you going to figure out? How to grow money?”

  “Mom, I can handle it,” I said. My voice was louder than I intended but I didn’t care. She was starting to piss me off.

  “This is exactly why we didn’t want you to go,” she said. “You aren’t mature enough to handle this. You aren’t responsible. You’re just a spoiled little girl who doesn’t know the first thing about making it on her own. If you had listened to us, you wouldn’t be in this situation.”

  “I’ll be fine.” I snapped. “I don’t need your money or anything else.”

  “Your naïveté is going to be the death of you,” she said.

  “Look,” I said. “I have to go. I’ll talk to you another time, Mom.”

  “Olivia—” she began.

  “Bye.”

  I hung up the phone, feeling anger welling inside my chest. Talking to my mom was never a pleasant experience, but her insults were unforgivable. Not only was she leaving me stranded in a strange place, she was berating me for being a spoiled little idiot, which I was not.

  I sighed and threw my phone in my bag, stomping toward my hotel. When I made it back to my room, I tossed my bag to the ground and fell back on the bed. I was hot and sweaty from my walk, and my anger didn’t help things.

  My mother’s voice was still echoing in my head, “You aren’t mature enough. You aren’t responsible. You’re a spoiled little girl…”

  These words and more ran through my mind, making my head spin and my stomach churned. I hated her for saying them, but I mostly hated myself for believing them. Until our conversation, I had planned on using my parent's credit card to pay for my Jeep’s repairs. Now I knew that wasn’t an option. That only problem, I didn’t have enough money to pay for it myself.

  As I stared up at the ceiling, I knew I was fucked.

  Chapter 7

  Brad

  Monday morning arrived, and I flew out of bed before my alarm even sounded. I hadn’t been able to get Olivia out of my head since Friday night. She was by far the best fuck I’d had in a long time. I spent the entire weekend replaying that night in my mind, remembering every detail of her sexy body. She was intoxicating, and I was desperate to see her again, to be with her one more time before she left town.

  When I made it to the shop that morning, Rex was already there. He’d come in early and was tucked beneath Olivia’s Jeep. I kicked his foot to get his attention. He slid out to look up at me, wiping his greasy hands on his rag and sitting up with a groan.

  “You’re here early,” he said. “Bad weekend?”

  “Just eager to get to work,” I said. “You?”

  Rex shrugged and rolled his eyes. “The wife was a terror. She handed me a list of chores on Saturday morning and didn’t let me sit down until they were done. I swear, sometimes I think she’s trying to kill me.”

  “Or she’s just trying to get some help,” I said with a grin. “Maybe if you got off your lazy ass from time to time, she wouldn’t have to.”

  “Fuck off,” Rex said. “Talk to me when you’re married.”

  “Never happening,” I said simply. “We both know I’m not the type.”

  “Maybe one day,” Rex said with another shrug.

  We both knew that wouldn’t happen. Ever since I got out of prison, my life had been all about me. I found a way to open this shop and threw myself into work. I barely had time to find the occasion release, let alone a lasting relationship. Still, as Rex spoke, my mind turned to thoughts of Olivia again. I knew she wouldn’t turn into a lasting relationship, but maybe I’d get a few more nights of fun from her.

  Rex hopped to his feet and slapped my shoulder knowingly. He walked over to the hood of the Jeep and waved me over. I followed and looked down where he was pointing.

  “See that?” he asked.

  “Yup,” I said with a soft groan. Olivia’s Jeep was new, but she’d already worn it down. It wouldn’t be easy to get it up and running again.

  “It’s a pretty difficult fix,” he said. “We can do it, obviously, but it’ll take a few days. Whose is this anyway?”

  “Girl from out of town,” I said. “She broke down two miles down the road on Friday night. Someone gave her a lift here, and I towed the Jeep.”

  “Yeah, I saw the New York plates,” Rex said, rolling his eyes.

  I smiled and shook my head. Rex’s first impression of Olivia was the same as mine, and he hadn’t yet met her. He and I were a lot alike. We both escaped a life of crime, and we both had shitty childhoods. I hired him because I knew how hard it was to start a new life once you’d been in prison. We’d been friends ever since.

  “She’s not as bad as you think,” I said, shrugging. “She’s not a rich New Yorker.”

  “No?” Rex raised his eyebrows. “That her?”

  He pointed behind me, and I spun around. Olivia was walking toward me with a frown on her face. She was wearing a tight little sundress that highlighted her tits and showed off her legs. I swallowed hard and cleared my throat, quickly looking away.

  “Serious?” Rex asked. “You hit that?”

  “Shut the fuck up,” I said, shooti
ng him a warning look.

  “Man,” Rex said, laughing lightly. “Never would have guessed that one.”

  “Are you trying to get yourself fired?” I asked.

  “Like you’d ever fire me,” Rex said, clearly unconcerned. He was right, of course, I would never fire him, but still…

  “Hey there,” Olivia said as she stepped into the garage. Her voice was light, and the sound of it sent waves of desire cascading through my body. When I turned to face her, my eyes traveled down her body. She blushed slightly, and I quickly got myself in check.

  “Hey Olivia,” I said. “This is Rex.”

  “Hello,” Rex said, waving politely.

  “Hi.” Olivia smiled. “Am I too early?”

  “No, not at all,” I said. “Rex has already been taking a look at your Jeep. He can walk you through everything that needs to be done.”

  “Actually,” Olivia said. “I’m sorry, but I don’t think that will be necessary.”

  I frowned. “Why not?”

  Olivia shot Rex a nervous glance, then dropped her eyes to her feet. She was obviously embarrassed and didn’t want to talk about it in front of Rex. I cleared my throat and shot Rex a look.

  “Um,” he said. “I’m going to grab some coffee. Anyone want any?”

  “No,” I said.

  “No, thank you.” Olivia smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes.

  Rex hurried inside the lobby, letting the door swing shut behind him. I waited until he was gone before I turned back to Olivia, a silent question in my eyes.

  She cleared her throat and locked eyes with me. Her expression was full of embarrassment, but there was a steely glint in her eyes that I recognized. Whatever was wrong, she was determined to get through it.

  “I’m sorry,” Olivia said. “I thought I would have the money to fix whatever is wrong with my Jeep, but I don’t. At least, not yet. Of course, I’ll pay you for the tow and the inspection but… I won’t be able to pay for the repairs.”

  My frown deepened as she spoke. I wondered why she was suddenly unable to afford the repairs. I knew she didn’t have a lot of money, she made that clear on Friday night, but this felt totally out of the blue.