Taking Chances (Robson Brothers Book 1)

by A. T Brennan

  “Have you ever touched one?” she asked, dropping her hand.

  “A boob?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Sure, but I don’t get the appeal. They’re kind of weird.”

  “Have you ever messed around with a woman?”

  “A few. I was trying to figure shit out, see if I really was gay. After playing around with those and trying to figure out that thing down there I realized I was all gay all day.”

  Avery laughed and shook her head. “Thing down there?”

  “The cooch.” He waggled his eyebrows at her. “It’s all sorts of weird. Give me a cock and I know exactly what to do. That thing is like a Rubix cube. Am I right, Matt?”

  “I find them pretty easy to figure out. You just need the right touch.”

  Avery flushed at my words and I couldn’t help grinning at her. She was cute when she was uncomfortable.

  “So you’ve had sex with a girl?” Avery cleared her throat and looked back at Logan.

  “Never got that far. Little Logan just wouldn’t come out to play so I’ve never actually fucked a vag before.”

  “We should play a game.” Avery grinned and pulled out of Logan’s cuddle.

  “A game?” I raised my eyebrows at her and blinked a few times. I was definitely buzzed now.

  “Truth or dare, but without the dare.”

  “So truth?”

  “Yeah.” She giggled. “We ask a question and everyone has to answer.”

  “Why not.” I shrugged.

  “I’m in.” Logan grinned and sat up.

  “Awesome.” She paused and looked at Logan. “You first.”

  “How old were you the first time you got drunk?”

  “Fifteen.” I grinned. Logan knew that because he’d been with me.

  “Fourteen.” Logan chuckled. “That was quite the night.”

  “Nineteen.” Avery giggled. “Right now.”

  “My little straight edge.” Logan grinned and looked at me. “Matty, you’re up.”

  “Um.” My mind immediately went to all the dirty question I’d love to know about her but I shook them aside. “When was the first time you smoked pot?”

  “Sixteen.” Logan grinned and sighed. “I was at a party and this hottie offered me a toke. I took one hit, coughed a lung up and spent the rest of the night spooning said hottie while we philosophized.”

  “One hit got you high?” Avery asked.

  “No, but he’d had enough so he was. I was just happy for the spooning.” He laughed. “Matt?”

  “With some chick I was trying to bang when I was seventeen.” I grinned at Avery’s expression. “First time I used a bong too.”

  “Did you?” she asked in a small voice.

  “Get high? Oh yeah.”

  “No, bang her.”

  I laughed and shook my head. “No. Once the high set in I was too relaxed to bother.”

  “Oh.”

  “So, if you’ve never had a drink before tonight, have you ever smoked up?” Logan asked Avery as he turned to her.

  “Nope. I’ve never done anything bad.”

  “What do you consider bad?” I asked, leaning back as the room spun slightly.

  “Never had a drink, tried pot or anything else. Never had a cigarette, or had sex.” She giggled. “But not for lack of wanting.”

  “What do you mean, babycakes?”

  She laughed at Logan’s term of endearment. “I wanted to do all of that, except smoke. That’s gross. I wanted to get drunk and high and have sex but I didn’t have anyone to do it with.”

  “You can do all that alone,” I teased.

  “Drinking in my bedroom with my parents downstairs? Or in my dorm by myself? Not so fun.” She laughed and leaned back against Logan. “I had no idea where I’d even get pot or any other drugs, and the sex with myself...that I’m no stranger to.”

  My balls tightened at her words and I had to shift to try and cover the evidence of my boner.

  All I could picture was Avery spread out naked on my bed, one hand toying with her nipple while the other rubbed her clit. I imagined her face screwed up in pleasure, and in my mind, she was a screamer.

  “Um, your turn.” I nodded to her and shook my head, trying to shake away those thoughts.

  “What was it like, your first time?” She blushed and looked between us. “I don’t have a story to tell, unless you want to hear about the first time I masturbated.”

  “I’ve always been curious about how chicks do it.” Logan grinned. “You first.”

  “I was thirteen. I woke up with my pillow between my legs after a weird sexy dream. I was rubbing up against it and it felt so good I just kept going. A few minutes later, bang. I had my first orgasm.” She giggled and blushed. “I don’t use pillows anymore.”

  “So weird.” Logan laughed as I desperately tried to force my dick to calm the fuck down.

  “It works.” She shrugged and looked up at him. “What about you?”

  “I was seventeen the first time. It was with an older guy I’d met at a party. He was nice, really gentle with me.” He sighed and smiled at the memory. “It was probably the best first time I could have asked for.”

  “Wow.” Avery twirled a stand of hair around her finger and smiled. “What about you, Matt?”

  “I was a bit younger.” I shrugged and tried to ignore my pulsing cock. I was still picturing her spread out on my bed, only now my face was between her legs and I was licking her until she came against my mouth. “I was fifteen. It was a girl at school. She invited me over to her parent’s house when they were at work. We fucked, it was great in the moment but looking back I wasn’t so awesome. Then she never spoke to me again.”

  “Why not?”

  “I was the bad boy she wanted to conquer.” I shrugged and looked away. “I was the foster kid living with the Robson brothers. I guess she wanted to fuck me because of what I was and then when she was done that was it.”

  “Do you guys think I’m a freak?” she asked as she looked between us.

  “Not at all, sweetie.” Logan sleepily kissed her temple and let his head fall back on the couch. “You’re special.”

  “No, Avery. You’re not a freak.”

  She smiled at me and for a long moment our eyes locked. I couldn’t have looked away from her if I wanted to, and then a snore brought us both back to reality.

  “How much did he have to drink at the party?” I nodded to Logan’s sleeping form.

  “I saw him have four.”

  “Then the rum...yeah. He’s done for the night.”

  “Can I ask you a question?” Her voice was hesitant.

  “Sure.”

  “Have you ever been in love?”

  “I thought I was, once.” I said after a long pause.

  If I hadn’t been half sloshed I wouldn’t have answered her. I would have said no and moved on, but I wanted to tell her. I wanted her to know the real me and not the me I showed the world.

  “What happened?”

  “There was this girl in high school. I thought she was perfect. She was kind and smart and came from a good family. She had a good reputation and she was nice to me. We were friends and one day I told her that I liked her as more than a friend and asked her out. She said no. Said that a girl like her couldn’t date a guy like me but we could fool around. I couldn’t fuck her because she needed to save herself for someone better, but as long as I didn’t tell anyone then we could have something secret.”

  “Did you?”

  “No. I didn’t want to be someone’s dirty little secret. I’ve had enough of that in my life.”

  “Oh, Matt. I’m sorry.” Avery pulled away from Logan and scooted closer to me on the couch. “That’s not right.”

  “It was a long time ago.” I shrugged and looked down at her.

  “It still hurts to be rejected.” She bit her lip and I glanced at Logan. He was dead asleep.

  “It does.” I lifted my arm so she could cuddle up to me if she wanted.
I knew it was a stupid move but I really needed to feel her.

  She smiled and leaned right into me, pressing her body as close to mine as she could. “I don’t know what it’s like to be rejected, or even wanted.”

  “How much experience do you have?” I asked quietly, turning her to face me. “With guys?”

  “None.” She blushed bright red. “Logan was the first guy I ever even hugged. You and him are the only guys who’ve ever wanted to touch me.”

  “You’ve never had your first kiss?”

  “Not yet.” She shook her head and bit her lip again. “Would you...”

  “Would I what?”

  “Would you be my first kiss?” Her face was flaming but she was looking right into my eyes. “I want it to be with someone I trust. Someone I know is going to be nice to me after.”

  At that moment I wanted nothing more than to pull her close and kiss her perfect lips until her head was spinning, but I couldn’t. Not while she was drunk and could regret it.

  “Yes, but not tonight.”

  “Why not?” Her eyes dropped and her shoulder sagged.

  “Because I want you to be sober. I want you to experience every moment of it and to really want it. I’m not going to kiss you if there’s a chance you only asked me because you’re drunk and lonely. I’m not going to be that guy.”

  “That guy?”

  “Who takes advantage of a drunk girl. If you still want me to be your first kiss, we’ll do it when we’re both sober.”

  “Thank you, Matt. You’re a really good friend.” She sighed and leaned against me again.

  The word ‘friend’ echoed in my mind and I shoved my disappointment aside. It was better this way. She needed a friend and to find someone better than me.

  “I’d better get Logan to bed. Are you tired?”

  “I am now. I could fall asleep right here, you’re so comfy.”

  The thought of falling asleep with her in my arms made something inside me ache. I would have given anything to close my eyes and drift off with her, but it wasn’t right.

  “You wait here and I’ll get him in his room.” I gave her one final squeeze and let go. The moment I stood up my body was cold and my dreaded boner was back.

  Ignoring it I shook Logan awake and brought him to his room. I waited until he lay down on his bed and then went to the living room.

  “Come on, you can sleep in my bed.”

  She nodded sleepily and allowed me to pull her to her feet. She was a little unsteady but I got her into my room and lay her down on my bed. I had to stop myself from crawling in with her, and instead I pulled the covers up over her and smiled as her breathing immediately evened out and her eyes fluttered closed.

  Now that everyone was taken care of I needed a little ‘me’ time. I went into the bathroom and closed the door.

  Leaning against the counter I reached into my pants and pulled my cock free. The moment my hand grasped the base of my shaft I stifled a groan and slowly began sliding my hand up and down my dick, using my pre-cum as lube. I imagined Avery’s lips were wrapped around me and it was her hot, wet mouth running over my length and not my own hand. I could almost feel her tongue toying with the veins on my rock-hard shaft and hear her sigh as I imagined her pleasuring me.

  “Fuck.” I clenched my teeth and closed my eyes as my balls tightened and my orgasm crept up my cock. A moment later my body jerked and I bit my lip to keep from crying out as my hot seed spilled over my hand and onto the floor of my bathroom.

  Chapter Six

  AVERY

  I now knew what a hangover felt like and I was not a fan.

  I woke up in Matt’s bed wearing his clothes with a massive headache while my mouth felt like it had been glued shut.

  My stomach wasn’t upset at all and I was happy about that. I’d always heard that hangovers made people feel sick and was glad I seemed to have skipped that symptom.

  The smell of coffee, bacon and eggs wafted into the room and I perked up as I realized I was starving.

  When I left Matt’s room I found him in the kitchen.

  “Hey.” He grinned as he picked up two plates and brought them over to the table. “How are you feeling?”

  “Not as bad as I thought I would.” I paused. Now that I was sober my shyness was back and I didn’t know what to say.

  “Hungry?”

  “Yes. Thanks.”

  We sat at the table and he chuckled as I downed an entire glass of water.

  “Better?”

  “I never knew drinking caused dry mouth.”

  “That’s one thing it can do. If you have a headache I put those out for you.”

  I noticed a bottle of pain pills and gratefully picked it up.

  “So, are you a fan of drinking?” he asked as he dug into his food.

  “I think I am. Not such a fan of the morning after, but the drinking was fun.” I took two pills and then shoveled some eggs into my mouth.

  I blushed when he winked at me and I had a sudden rush of memories. I remembered talking to him about sex and how I was as experienced as a nun, and asking him to kiss me.

  “Avery?”

  “How much do you remember about last night?”

  “Everything.”

  “Oh.” My cheeks were so hot they hurt a bit.

  “Don’t worry. The number one rule of drinking is that anything said can be taken back.”

  “Oh, I guess that’s a good thing.”

  I saw something flash across his eyes and thought it might be disappointment, but that couldn’t be right.

  “Should we wake up Logan?”

  “Not a good idea.” He crammed some bacon in his mouth and grinned. “He’s not a morning person, and after a night of drinking it’s best to let him wake up on his own.”

  We finished eating in relative silence, and then I was at a loss of what to do.

  “Do you have any plans today?” Matt asked as we cleaned up the dishes.

  “Not really.”

  “Not really?” He grinned. “But sort of?”

  “I was going to sketch.”

  “Oh.”

  “You want to be my model?” I asked before I could stop myself.

  “Like Logan was your model?” He raised his eyebrow at me. “If you want to see me naked, all you have to do is ask.”

  My face flamed and I shook my head. “Not nude modelling. I have to work on my portraits.”

  “Sure. Give me a second to jump in the shower and change?”

  “Okay.”

  As I watched Matt head to his room I wondered how I was going to spend the day with him without making a fool out of myself.

  * * * * *

  When we got back to my room I took a lightning fast shower and changed into some fresh clothes. Logan had convinced me to buy some yoga pants and tanks with bras built into them to wear instead of the usual sweats and baggy shirts I usually hung around in, and as I came back to my room I was worried I looked ridiculous.

  By the way Matt’s eyes swept over me and the look of appreciation on his face I guessed I looked okay.

  “So, where do you want me?”

  “I’m sorry?”

  “For the portrait.”

  “Oh, right.” I looked around my small room and bit my lip. “How about the bed? You can get comfortable and I’ll draw you however you want to pose.

  He grinned as he climbed onto my bed and leaned against the wall. “So how long have you been drawing?” he asked as I picked up my sketch pad and a charcoal pencil.

  “For as long as I can remember. It’s always been my ‘thing’ I guess.”

  “Your thing?”

  “It was always what I fell back on. If I was stressed or upset or feeling creative I would draw.”

  “What about other things, painting and all that.”

  “I like painting, but I suck at sculpting.” I grinned and glanced up at him before continuing my work. “I like drawing best.”

  “Did you study it in high sc
hool or anything?”

  “My mom wanted me to focus on math and science, more useful subjects. I was okay at them but it wasn’t what I wanted to do.”

  “What did she want you to go into?”

  “Nursing. She said it was a safe and secure job and I’d most likely meet a doctor to marry.”

  “You want to marry a doctor?”

  “Right now I’d be happy with getting laid.” I chuckled. “I honestly don’t care about that kind of thing. If I like someone then their job or their hobbies don’t matter to me.”

  “That’s refreshing. Lots of chicks like money.”

  “Money isn’t everything. As long as I have what I need I don’t really care about the rest.”

  “After so long of having nothing I’m the same way.”

  “What are you studying? You know I’m in art, but you’ve never told me.”

  “Biology.”

  “Really?” I glanced up at him.

  “Don’t look so surprised.” He chuckled. “I can’t be good at science?”

  “Of course, sorry. Why biology?”

  “I like learning about the way things work. I want to be a science teacher,” he added shyly.

  “Really? I think that’s awesome.”

  “You do?”

  “Of course. Why wouldn’t I?” I looked up at him again.

  “Not a lot of people understand, or think I’d be a good at it.”

  “I think you’d be great.” I smiled and added a few lines to my sketch. “If it makes you happy I say go for it.”

  “So do you want to be an artist?”

  “I don’t ever want to stop making my own art, but I was thinking of going into art therapy. Heling seniors and people who’ve been in accidents or have disabilities, maybe kids who’ve been abused. I want to help people and I think art is the way I can do that.”

  “I think you’d be good at that.” He smiled and I blushed.

  I added the finishing touches to my sketch and looked at it for a moment.

  “You done already?”

  “It was a basic sketch.” I bit my lip and paused. “You want to see?”

  He nodded and sat up.

  I handed him the pad and he stared at it for a long time.

  “You like it?” I asked when he didn’t say anything.

  “I love it. You’re incredibly talented.” He looked up at me.