Best Friend's Little Sister

by Riley Rollins

  A knock at the door brought her to her feet. I sat where I was, sobered by everything she’d been willing to share. Her calm had surprised me. But not what she’d told me about Chase. It confirmed everything my heart had told me all along. My pulse began to beat faster as I heard his voice, his deep, beautiful voice in the foyer.

  “Is Emily here? We need to talk, Amelia,” he said. “All of us. And there are things you should know. Things you should hear from me first…”

  I saw his face when he came around the corner. “Emi,” he said. His hair was rumpled, his face lined with worry. He looked like he hadn’t slept either. “You are here…,” he said. “I went back to your apartment…”

  “I’ll just go get some more hot water,” Amelia said, picking up the teapot. She gave me an encouraging smile as she headed for the kitchen. “I might be a while… I’ve got a few calls to make.”

  Chase had me in his arms the second she was gone. Heat radiated off his chest, his hard muscled arms held me like he had no intention of letting go. I tipped my head back, limp as relief flooded through me. I realized, somewhere deep inside, I’d been terrified of never having this feeling again…

  “I spoke with your grandmother,” he said, searching my face. “She said you might be here. I needed to find you, Emi. I couldn’t leave things the way they were between us.”

  “You met Gran?” I asked, absently. “She answered the door?”

  “Reese let me in,” he said, running his thumb over my chin. He caught the edge of my lip and pulled it down, exposing a hint of wetness. “But Justine agreed to see me. The woman is a force all her own.” His eyes dropped to my mouth. “Much like her granddaughter…”

  He dropped his mouth to mine, not slowly, but like a starving man. He crushed me to his body, shaping me to him, molding my body to his strength. He kissed me, finding my tongue with his. I could taste his hunger and deny him nothing. My hands found his shoulders… his neck… I tangled my hands in his hair and pulled him breathlessly closer. I heard his sigh and felt the tension in his body ease into an aching, liquid desire. His hands spanned my waist and he pulled back, only far enough to look down into my eyes.

  “I came for you,” he said. “But I also came to tell my sister the truth.” His eyes were dark, serious, in spite of the heat of his passion. “It means war with Sutton… probably the end of Envisager, but I’ve got my lawyers working on a statement. An apology I intend to issue publicly. I can do anything with you. But I’m not sure I can do this alone.”

  I brushed the hair back from his eyes, feeling a flooding warmth in my chest. Tears pricked at my eyes and the back of my throat tightened. “You’re not alone,” I said, my voice breaking with emotion. “Not if I have anything to say. You don’t ever have to feel alone again.”

  He kissed me again, deeply, sweetly and I felt my heart expand with warmth and lightness. I kissed him back, giving in completely to the demands of my heart. He took my hand and led me outside. I wondered briefly if Amelia would wonder why we’d left without a word. But then I realized she would understand. For she had been right about forgiveness… and right about Chase.

  It was easy to forgive a good man…

  36

  Chase

  My heart was pounding like it was my first time.

  The drive back to the cabin had gone by in an instant. I didn’t remember heading for the car. I didn’t remember starting the engine. My apartment in the city was closer, but I’d headed for the cabin without a second thought. It was the right place, the only place, for us. I knew.

  I put her back into my bed where she belonged, picking her up and settling her against the pillows. Her hair had come loose and flowed softly around her face, the warmth of its color setting off the brightness of her eyes. She was still dressed. So was I. There wasn’t any rush now… and I wanted this to be perfect…

  I took the time to build a fire in the corner fireplace. The sun was just beginning to set outside, and the sky was turning pink and orange. When the wood had caught, I turned to her, feeling my heart racing. She smiled, looking almost shy and I took my first full breath. I could see for myself, that she felt it too. That sweet excitement of anticipation…

  I sat down on the bed and traced the line of her face with my fingertips. “I have something to tell you,” I began. “Before we go any further.

  I know I’m not the man you thought I was. I’m not the man I want to be… Not yet. But I’ve imagined this moment since the first time I saw you. I need you to know that, Emi. This is about you… and me. Nothing else… no one else. I didn’t believe I could feel this way again… but I do…”

  She reached out, touching the hollow of my throat. Then she leaned forward and pressed the spot with her lips. “You are everything I want,” she said, her lips moving warmly on my skin, “just as you are. And I want this… with all my heart.” She looked up into my eyes. “A kind man wouldn’t make me beg,” she said, her voice deep with long-held desire. “But I will, if you make me…”

  “God, Emi…,” the words came out rough and broken. “I need to see you… all of you… Christ, sweetheart, I need you…”

  I slipped my hands under the edge of her sweater and eased it up slowly, allowing us both to savor the moment. She raised her arms to let it slip off and I exhaled hard at the sight of her beauty. She wasn’t wearing a bra, her breasts were free… pale and gently sloping, full with rosy nipples that thrust boldly forward. Her skin was smooth, perfect… narrowing down to the curve of her waist. This was hardly our first time together, and yet I’d never really seen her. She held so much beauty… beauty that I hadn’t ever allowed myself to experience… until now.

  I caught her up in my hands, lifting her softness. She had the same, familiar scent of vanilla and cinnamon I loved. I buried my face in her sweetness, inhaling deeply. Only when she shifted, did I take one delicious nipple into my mouth. Then I sucked her, using my lips and my tongue to turn her bud hard in my mouth. She drew a hard, sharp breath and arched when I finally let go. But I needed to explore all of her, tasting as I slipped her waistband down, pulling her tiny lace panties along with them. “Christ, Emi…,” I breathed at the sight of her. She was delicate, smooth… all gentle curves and swells. Hips widened out from an impossibly small waist, her tummy led down to soft brown curls. I dipped my head and kissed her there…

  “You’re so fucking beautiful… I never imagined… I never dreamed…”

  I took her face in my hands, trying to drink in her eyes, her lips, her utter loveliness. She was breathing hard… like she was drowning in the depths of feeling and sensations. She lifted heavy lids, looking at me as I touched her. I was taking my time, exploring every sweet, tender fold…

  “Please…,” she begged softly. “Dear god… please…”

  I stepped back only long enough to shed my own clothes. Every inch of me was hard, ready… Every nerve anticipated the single moment, the very first moment, our bodies would touch. I shuddered, willing myself to take her as gently as I could. But my body was making demands of its own. My cock was enormous and throbbing, a long, thick rope of moisture swinging from its dark head. I saw her eyes drop to look and it bobbed with brutal urgency. “I need you, Emi,” I said through my teeth. “I want you so badly, I can’t think… I can’t breathe...” She was naked on her back with her thighs barely parted, her breasts mounded and curving gently out to the side. I moved over her, opening her legs with my hands, running my fingers up to touch her. The anticipation, the sweet tension between us was almost unbearable…

  “But we have the entire night. I won’t let this be over too soon,” I promised her. “I want to make you feel as beautiful as you are. There’s so much time now…

  And so much pleasure ahead of us…”

  37

  Emily

  But I had none of Chase’s patience.

  I took him in my hands, guiding his body to mine. His hard, wet cock slid up against my belly, hot between our bodies, as his hips
met my hips… his chest met my chest. We were both damp with sweat, in spite of the cool air. His whole body trembled in my arms as our naked flesh finally met. I wrapped my legs around him, joining with him… my heart pounding, my breath coming shallow and fast. “Just fuck me,” I begged softly in his ear. I tilted my hips, gathering him into my hands, and slipped his heavy head between my slick and ready lips. “Don’t make us wait anymore.. I can’t, Chase… I won’t…

  please…”

  His thrust cut me off. Hard, powerful... Utterly complete. One minute I had been empty, the next he was fully inside me, cradling my head as I cried out, both in pleasure and sweet, sweet pain. When he’d taken me before, he’d taken me from behind… and we’d both still been clothed. He had only been able to thrust in so far…

  But now he was buried deep… hilted inside me. I spread myself wider, aching with his depth, but greedy for still more. He lifted my knees with his hands, pushing my legs high and further apart… understanding by instinct and driving himself even deeper. His growl was guttural, primal and my body responded . No two people had ever been closer, and yet we both ached for more.

  He pulled back, only to drive in again. He took my face in his hands, kissing me with passionate desperation. My nails cut into his back and it drove him faster. I could feel the climax building in us both. His cock set a pace that pushed me on… up, higher and closer to something only barely out of my reach. His hands stroked and explored, touching every inch he could reach. His lips caught my lips… my breasts… He sucked and kissed, licked and tasted. He found the soft spot under my ear, sinking his teeth into the lobe. I held my breath, right on the very edge, and felt his cock thicken inside me. I could feel his shape, his weight… every pulsing vein along his shaft. We were there, together, hovering right on the brink of sweet ecstasy.

  “Emily…” he said, with all the air left in his lungs. “My sweet…”

  And together we dove, plunging into the depths of an orgasm that shattered us both. His body was mine and mine was his… we moved like a single being, both giving and taking completely. He flooded my depths with hot jets of seed and I swallowed him into my core, taking everything he gave and demanding even more. My walls clenched against his thickness, squeezing in timed and powerful pulses that left us both spent, replete… He collapsed in my shaking arms as I held him to my breast. And trickles of sweat ran between us as we fought to catch our breath, struggled to slow our single frantic heartbeat…

  The last thing I remembered before I fell asleep in his arms was his face in the curve of my neck…. the sound of his sigh, as his huge body finally relaxed against mine…

  and his sweet and beautiful words against my breast…

  “I love you, my Emi…

  I love you…”

  And he was a man of his word. He loved me again and again that night. In the darkness he woke and took me with his tongue, licking the sweetness of our love from my thighs. Jealous, I had taken him in my mouth. And together we’d discovered a whole new world of pleasure and delight. But no matter how we touched, it was his chest against mine, his belly brushing mine that seemed the most intimate of all. I was as hungry for his skin, I discovered, as he was for mine, And we’d slept many times in the night, only to awaken hungry and eager to satisfy one another yet again.

  When I finally opened my eyes, blinking away the early morning light, Chase still slept easily beside me and for a long while I simply watched him. For the first time in my life, I felt sure of who I was… and of what I wanted. I was simply and purely myself. And I was completely happy…

  “Penny for your thoughts…,” Chase said, stirring and bringing me back to the moment. He wrapped his arms around me, using one strong thigh to pull me closer. His stormy grey eyes hovered above me, his smile wide and temptingly sensuous. “You looked far away…”

  “I’m right here,” I said, curving my body to fit against his. “I should probably call and have someone check on Gran though. I’ve never been out all night before… not without a cover story, at least.” It struck me funny, that after everything we’d shared last night, that I should be blushing now.

  “I can take you home, if you need…,” he said, starting to rise from the bed. I pulled him back against me, this time wrapping my legs around him.

  “I can text the next door neighbor,” I said, firmly. “Gran’s probably already called her over by now anyway.” I pressed my face into the curve of his shoulder, inhaling the woodsy scent he always seemed to carry. “They could be talking about what a bad girl I am, at this very minute,” I said softly, wrapping my hands around his ready cock. I slipped down lower in the bed, biting my lip and smiling at the thought. “Gran doesn’t approve of gossiping,” I said, licking him, and reveling in the taste of myself on his flesh.

  “But it can’t be gossip… if it’s true…”

  38

  Chase

  The sun was high in the sky before we were finally dressed and I had a pot of coffee brewing on the wood stove. Even after our bodies were spent, we had shared the huge, old claw foot tub. She had rested in my arms, soft and satisfied, as I’d bathed her body and washed her hair. I’d dried her gently, as content to touch her with simple tenderness as with passion. What we’d shared in the night had redefined the limits of desire and connection. But caring for her so sweetly had been the most intimate experience of my entire life.

  We took our steaming mugs outside. In spite of the lateness of the day, the breeze was cool. I sat down in one of the wide, wooden chairs and drew her into my lap, wrapping her against me. She fit into the shelter of my body and nothing had ever felt so safe… so perfect. She sighed, and turned her face up to mine. “I love you, Chase,” she whispered. “I wish we could stay here… just like this, forever…”

  “I know,” I said, taking her fingertips into my mouth, “and I love you, Emi. No matter where we go from here… know that. You’ve given me back something I thought was gone forever. Something inside me that I didn’t even believe in anymore.

  But we need to talk. You have a right to know what you’re getting into, about the things that could come out when I go public. There’ll be consequences, Emi, of being linked to someone like me. Details from the past… about the women.” I frowned, sick at the thought. “I need to talk to Amelia, too. And my father. They have to hear it from me.”

  “The way I need to talk to Gran,” she said, turning in my arms to face me. “We both have truths to tell, Chase. I haven’t been really honest with her in my whole life. Or with myself.

  I don’t mind taking care of her. And I’m grateful she was there when my mom and dad died. But I’m a grown woman now, and I have the right to live my life by my rules, not hers… Even if she doesn’t see me as her good girl anymore. She used love to control me,” she said. “And she took it away when I didn’t obey.”

  I nodded, quiet and thoughtful, thinking of every time my father had withdrawn his love… every fucking time I’d failed to meet his standards. I took Emi’s face in my hands and kissed her, slowly… kindly.

  “Tell me anything you need to,” she said, brushing her nose against mine. “But the past is the past, and I believe in your heart, Chase. Whatever happened, I can’t believe you ever hurt any woman intentionally. No matter how you’ve been blaming yourself… it just isn’t in you. You’ve been Amelia’s rock all her life, and you’re here for me now.” She reached up and smoothed my hair and a wave of love and need washed over me. “Tell me if you want, but nothing can change how I feel now.”

  It was well into evening by the time I was finally done. I’d spilled out the entire truth, my whole past, from Anna to the moment I’d laid my eyes on her. I left nothing out, and for the first time in forever, I felt completely unburdened.

  We sat in front of the stone fireplace, watching the fire burn. The logs crackled and shifted… sending out a burst of sparks and thin trails of lifting smoke. She had moved against me, sliding down until her head rested in my lap as she l
istened. She looked up at me as I continued to stare into the fire.

  “I think you’re wrong,” she said, twining her fingers with mine. “I think you’ve felt so guilty for so long that you may be jumping the gun by going to the press.”

  “But it was wrong. I was wrong. And I have to make this right somehow. Not just for me… but for us.”

  She sat up, facing me. “You had a lot of money, a lot of power at a very early age, Chase. And you reacted to having your heart broken. But you weren’t cruel. And you weren’t as selfish as you think.” She made me meet her eyes. “In the year since you stopped being part of the game, has one single woman come forward to complain about how you treated her?”

  “No…”

  “And in all those years, there were only five?”

  “Yes, but…”

  “And they liked the excitement just as much as you did?”

  “It never would have happened if they hadn’t,” I said. “But I didn’t love a single one of them.”

  “And, god help them, they didn’t love you either,” she said, laughing softly. “Lucky for me…”

  She put her hands on my shoulders, smiling. “Did you ever stop to think that they might have enjoyed the fun of it too, Chase? All this time you’ve been seeing yourself like you were no different from Sutton, but you are,” she said. “He preys on women to exploit them, but you said yourself, you already knew the women you were with… you’d already been friendly with them. They weren’t strangers you seduced. They were just looking for fun, for an exciting hook-up…