Begging for Bad Boys

by Willow Winters

  Can I handle that?

  Emma squeals with delight as she shakes her hips. She's a few drinks ahead of me, but that's not it. She's trying to show me a good time. She always does. She's always been the life of the party whereas I'm the more bookish, reserved one.

  She's the bad girl.

  I'm the good girl.

  The one who doesn't get the bad boy.

  Only Brendon does want me.

  Fuck, no more thinking.

  I throw my arms over my head and dance with Emma. It takes a few tries to get moving in time with the music but it feels good shifting my hips and shaking my ass. It's fun.

  We pour another five into the jukebox and dance our way through another round of girl power pop songs. We're about ready to collapse when two of the tourists cut in.

  "Mind if I pick the next one?" A tall blond tourist smiles at me.

  "Go ahead," I say.

  He puts on a country song I've never heard before. "You want to dance?"

  Emma motions go for it. Then she's nudging me towards the guy.

  Okay, fine, I'll dance. I slide my arms around his shoulders. He takes my hips. We move like we're at a high school dance. The song isn't bad. It has a nice beat and the singer does sound really miserable about the bitch of an ex who ran off with his best friend.

  The tourist smiles a sweet, sincere smile. He's a nice guy. I'm sure he'd show me a nice time if I asked. I'm sure he'd take me back to his hotel room.

  He's attractive—tall, tan, and handsome in an all-American kind of way.

  When I close my eyes and think about pressing my lips to his, I feel nothing.

  When I think about moving his hands under my dress, I feel cold instead of hot.

  But when I think about Brendon… fuck, I'm already on fire. I think about his strong hands on my hips. I think about his steady voice in my ears. I think about his promise to get my eyes rolling back in my head.

  His name would sound good on my lips.

  Already, my heart is beating faster. Already, I'm flushed and wanting.

  When the song breaks, I pull back. "Thank you." I nod goodbye to the all-American tourist and slide my arm around Emma. "No more boys tonight." No more boys, period.

  I need a man.

  I'm not sure about Brendon's offer, but I am sure that I'm not going to sleep with any random guys I meet tonight.

  "You want to talk?" she asks.

  "No, I want to dance."

  She smiles. "I can work with that."

  Around midnight, I help Emma out of our Uber and walk her to the door. She's sloppy about pulling her keys out of her purse and handing them to me.

  Brendon is standing in the kitchen, in that same jeans and a t-shirt combo, stirring something on the stove.

  He gives us a paternal once-over. "You want to get her to bed, or should I?"

  "Depends on what you're cooking." I slide my arm around Emma's waist and kick the door closed. "I haven't eaten anything except chips and salsa all night."

  "Shrimp stir-fry," he says.

  "I'll help her." My mouth is already watering. But I'm more concerned with what happens after dinner than about eating.

  I try to put it out of mind as I help Emma into bed.

  She doesn't fight me about brushing her teeth, drinking a glass of water, and stripping to her underwear.

  I pull her pajamas from her dresser and hand them over.

  She tosses them aside. "It's too hot."

  "I'm sleeping in the guest room if you don't put something on." It's not that I'm uptight. I just… Okay, I'm a little uptight. But my family isn't the hang out in your underwear type.

  "You didn't threaten to go back to your apartment." She smiles.

  She's got me there. At the moment, I very much want to be where Brendon is. "I don't have air conditioning."

  "Or you love me that much." She blows me a kiss. "The guest room is comfy. Enjoy. I'll see you in the morning." She pulls me into a tight hug. "Or, I have my internship. So maybe I'll see you after that. Don't let Brendon give you shit, okay? He can get bossy and annoying but he means well. And he's always asking about you. He likes you."

  "He likes me?"

  "As a friend." Emma mumbles something incomprehensible then collapses in her bed, rolls over, and falls right to sleep.

  I don't mind taking care of Emma, but it gets tiring being the responsible one. It gets tiring doing everything without help.

  Sometimes, I want to throw my responsibilities away.

  But every time I try to let something go, I get anxious. Nervous. I hold on tighter. Whether it's at the restaurant, at the school paper, or in my dorm, things don't get done unless I do them.

  Okay, I like to be in control.

  But the thought of losing control with Brendon…

  Fuck, it's hot in here.

  I try to stay calm as I make my way downstairs. He's standing in the kitchen all tall and broad and confident.

  His dark eyes fix on mine. He motions to two plates on the counter. "Ready when you are."

  I'm not sure if I'm ready for that. But I am ready to eat. "Sure." I take a seat at the table.

  Brendon fills two glasses of water and sets them next to our plates. "How much did you have to drink?"

  I shrug, playing coy.

  "Bullshit."

  "Four rum and diet cokes."

  "Then you've had enough." He pushes my water glass closer.

  "And you?" I nod to his water glass. At the moment, water is the only beverage on the table.

  "I don't need to drink."

  "I didn't mean that."

  "I know." His gaze meets mine. "How was the date with Daniel?" His voice drops from that even tone.

  Is he jealous?

  The thought fills me with feminine power.

  I can't help but smile.

  He cocks a brow. "Yes?"

  "Nothing." I take a bite of the stir-fry. It's perfect. The vegetables are crisp, the shrimp is tender, the rice is fluffy. "Thank you for cooking."

  "Don't get all polite now."

  "I'm always polite." I take another bite, chew, swallow. "If you know me, you know that."

  His voice gets low. Frustrated, even. "Don't bullshit me now."

  "I'm not following."

  He stares back at me. "You're giving me a look."

  "When you said Daniel." My tongue slides over my lips. His dark eyes are flaring with that same protective fire. "You're jealous."

  "You didn't fuck him."

  "Says who."

  "Me."

  "But why…" I take another bite. The food is great, but it doesn't help me figure out my response. "How do you know?"

  "You don't look like a woman who's been properly fucked."

  "And you know?"

  "I know what satisfaction looks like."

  I swallow hard. "I didn't. I… didn't like him at all. Then we went to a bar—"

  His eyes flare. "I'll kill Em."

  "She was trying to cheer me up. I've been… I've been a bummer, I know."

  "You're allowed to have feelings, Kaylee. You're allowed to be mad your parents abandoned you."

  "It's not like that."

  "I know. But you're allowed to feel like that."

  "They're doing a good thing, moving closer to Grandma. She needs their help. She… I should be there too."

  He shakes his head. "You leave school over my dead body."

  "You'd die to keep me in school?"

  "If that's what it took." He shoots me a look. "Don't you get tired taking care of the whole world?"

  "Maybe. Don't you?"

  "I only take care of you and Em."

  "And the tattoo shop."

  He nods. Silence passes. We work through our dinners. The food really is amazing, but it doesn't satisfy me the way I need to be satisfied.

  It only makes me hungrier.

  Needier.

  His eyes fix on mine. His voice drops to something low and demanding. "Have you thought about wha
t I said?"

  "About… sex?"

  "No, about Die Hard," he teases.

  "I still think the first one is the best."

  He holds my gaze. "About sex."

  I nod. "I saw those pictures. Was that me in your bed?"

  "Yes."

  "Tied up?"

  "Yes."

  "I want that." I swallow hard. "Will you teach me?"

  Chapter 4

  He stares back at me. "Are you sure you're ready to learn?"

  I try to look at Brendon, but I can't manage to hold his gaze. It's too intense.

  I've fantasized about this a million times. It doesn't feel possible that it's really happening. Could my best friend's smoking hot older brother really want me?

  Brendon sets his fork down on the table. He's done with his dinner.

  He stares into my eyes. "You're nervous."

  I can admit that. I nod.

  "I don't bite."

  "Never?"

  His lips curl into a smile. "Maybe if you beg."

  Ahem. I suck in a deep breath in the hopes of fighting the blush forming over my cheeks. It doesn't help. I'm already hot.

  I take another bite of my stir-fry, but food is no longer appealing. I have a different need I want satisfied.

  I push my plate away. I force myself to look Brendon in the eyes. "What do you mean by beg?"

  His eyes are on fire. "You know exactly what I mean."

  "I've never done anything before. No sex. Nothing."

  "Not even vanilla?"

  I nod.

  He stares back at me. "It's simple. You submit to my demands."

  "Like what?"

  His voice drops to something deep. "Come here and sit in my lap."

  The hard tone of his voice sends shivers down my spine. I'm familiar with dominance and submission—I certainly read enough romance novels to have come across those themes—but I've never actually considered it.

  I move out of my seat and I sit in his lap.

  I take a deep breath. "Should we really do this? You're my best friend's brother."

  "I know."

  "Isn't that wrong?"

  "I don't care. Do you?"

  "I do… but why me?"

  "You're gorgeous, and smart, and you look fucking adorable when your cheeks are flushed with desire." He leans in close enough to whisper. "I want to see how deeply you blush when I order you to strip naked for my viewing pleasure."

  Damn, my cheeks are already burning.

  Brendon runs his fingers through my hair. "This is why." He runs his fingertips down my chest. "This adorable blush." He looks down at me. "I want to see what those green eyes of yours look like filled with pleasure."

  I nod.

  "I want to see you out of those good girl clothes." His voice gets low, deep. "I want you to be bad for me."

  I want that too. I look up at him. "I've never done anything before. No sex. Nothing."

  "Not even vanilla?"

  I nod.

  "I'll start slow. Walk you through it. Trust me, Kaylee. I've got you."

  "For how long?"

  "Until you say when."

  "So it's casual?"

  He nods.

  "Okay. Casual. I can do casual. But Emma's asleep right now."

  He nods. "Can you stay quiet?"

  "Maybe."

  "I need a yes, angel."

  The old nickname shouldn't set me on fire, but it does.

  I nod. "Do we need a safeword?"

  "If you'd like."

  "Tattoo."

  He chuckles. "Tattoo?"

  "Is that a problem?"

  "No." He takes my hand. "You being this fucking adorable is a problem if I want to stay quiet enough we don't wake Emma."

  "Oh."

  "Is that a yes?"

  "Yes, I can stay quiet."

  "I'm going to test you on that."

  My chest flushes. "Here?"

  He nods. "Here." He pulls me to my feet. Then he's taking a seat on the armchair in the corner. "Now, angel, take off your dress."

  Fuck, I'm hot.

  His voice gets rough. "Don't make me ask twice."

  Chapter 5

  My skin flushes. First, it's my cheeks. Then my chest. The heat spreads down my torso and across my limbs.

  I'm hot everywhere.

  Brendon's eyes are different. They're intense. Demanding. If this were any other guy, I'd be terrified. But I trust him.

  I reach around to unzip my dress. Slowly, I push my straps off my shoulders. First, the right. Then, the left. The dress falls to my waist, exposing my breasts.

  I'm not wearing a bra. Emma was right—that was the only way I could squeeze into her dress.

  Brendon gives me a long once over. His eyes are wide with desire. But there's something else too—this look that orders me to obey.

  Technically, I'm still wearing this dress.

  I push it off my hips then step out of it.

  My cheeks flush. I've never been naked with a man before. And now I'm practically on display.

  Brendon's voice is deep and demanding. "Turn around, angel."

  Fuck, I'm hot everywhere. I trip over my heels as I turn.

  I can't see him, but I can feel his gaze. I can hear his low grunt of approval.

  Is it really possible for a single sound to inspire that much need?

  Right now, the only thing I want in the world is Brendon. His hands, his lips, his cock.

  Fuck, Kaylee, since when do you even think cock much less crave it?

  "Take off your panties," he says.

  I swallow hard as I slide my panties to my knees. I'm in Brendon's living room, in the living room where I stayed up late with Emma at a hundred sleepovers.

  And now I'm stripping for him.

  This is dirty, bad, wrong.

  But it feels so fucking right.

  "Spread your legs then bend over and touch your ankles," he says.

  "I…" My cheeks flush. It's one thing being naked. Doing that is another entirely.

  But there isn't a single part of me that objects.

  I want to bend over for his viewing pleasure.

  Thank goodness for yoga classes. I hinge at my hips and roll my body towards the floor. My fingertips skim the hardwood floor then they're on my shins.

  I grab onto my ankles.

  He lets out a sigh of pleasure. "Fucking beautiful."

  He pushes off his seat and moves towards me. His fingers trail over my thighs. He presses his hands against my hips.

  He presses his crotch against mine. The rough fabric of his jeans brushes against my sensitive skin. I can feel him under those jeans.

  He's hard.

  He's hard just from the sight of me.

  "I'm tempted to fuck you right here." He drags his fingertips up my back, along my spine. "Just to see if you can keep your balance."

  "I can't."

  He wraps one hand around my shoulder. Then the other. Slowly, he pulls me upright.

  He holds my body against his. "I know." He drags his lips over my neck. "I'm not going to fuck you tonight."

  That shouldn't upset me, but it does. My sex feels achy and empty.

  I want Brendon making me full.

  "Why?" I breathe.

  "I won't be able to keep from screaming your name loud enough to wake everyone in Venice Beach." He sucks on my neck, gently, then harder. "Turn around."

  I do.

  He slides his hands around me, lifts me, and places me on the dining room table behind us.

  I spread my legs.

  He positions himself between them.

  His eyes lock on mine. "I want to see those gorgeous green eyes filled with pleasure as you come." He drags his fingertips over my inner thigh. "Don't even think about closing your eyes."

  "But-"

  "Or I stop."

  I nod, understanding. My body is utterly compliant. When he spreads my knees, my legs shift of their own accord.

  "Hands on my shoulders."<
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  I do as I'm told.

  He leans in close enough to kiss me. My eyes stay open until the last possible minute. They flutter closed as his lips crash into mine. It's a deep, slow kiss.

  I feel it in my core.

  I feel it all the way in my fingers and toes.

  God, I want him. And not just because he's sexy in control. Not just because his sculpted body is adorned with beautiful ink. It's because he's Brendon, because he's the man who has protected me for the last fifteen years.

  It's obvious now.

  I've wanted him for a long time.

  I've cared about him for a long time.

  Kissing him blows kissing other guys out of the water. It's hard to believe I thought I knew what a kiss could be.

  I had no fucking idea.

  When our kiss breaks, I suck in a deep breath. This is casual. I can't get the wrong idea.

  Brendon's eyes fix on mine as his hand brushes against my sex. He teases me with light touches again and again.

  Then it's one finger, teasing me, again and again. Then two.

  I've touched myself, filled myself, but it's different when it's him.

  It's a lot of pressure.

  Fuck, I want him filling me, even if it's his fingers and not his cock. Desire has my nipples tight and my lids heavy. But I can't close my eyes. I have to look at him.

  He slides two fingers inside me.

  Then three.

  Fuck, that's intense.

  "Eyes on me." He drags his free hand up and over my breast. Then he's toying with my nipple.

  It's a lot of sensation. It's hard keeping my eyes on him, but I manage. He moves his fingers deeper. It's slow at first, then it's harder, faster. Then it's so hard and fast I can barely take it.

  The way he looks at me like I'm the best thing he's ever seen… damn, that's intense.

  I stare into Brendon's eyes as he fucks me with his fingers. Even as his thumb brushes against my clit. As his movements get harder.

  Damn, I'm close.

  I'm not sure I've ever come with my eyes open before.

  The desire in his dark eyes has me on fire. My sex clenches. I feel good everywhere.

  Almost…

  With the next stroke of his fingers, I go over the edge. My sex pulses with an orgasm. Pleasure spreads out to my fingers and toes. My lips part.

  His free hand goes to my mouth just in time to muffle my groan.

  I need it. With my eyes open, I can't help but groan his name again and again. I'm already helpless to do anything but take his pleasure and I've got full use of my arms and legs.