I've been pretending I'm not worried about his reaction, but I'm fucking anxious. I think if we'd come clean right away, it would have gone better than it's going to tomorrow. Not only am I fucking his baby sister, I've also been hiding the fact that I'm doing it. He's going to think I'm using her, or that I don't want anyone to know, which couldn't be further from the truth.
Focusing on last night's events is much more pleasant than worrying about how her brother is going to react to our announcement, especially when SarahBeth's naked body is moving against me, trying to get closer to me even in sleep. Smiling gently, I trail my hand down her body, from her throat to her hip, watching the trail of goosebumps that rise following my fingers.
I drag my hand across from one hip to the other, loving the feel of her soft skin, before running it down her thigh, pushing her legs open as I go. Then, I trail my fingertips back up her thigh, listening as her breathing changes, becoming faster and shallower as I repay the favor she thinks she gave me last night. I run my fingertip from the top of clit down to her tiny, puckered, untouched hole, laughing lightly when her entire body stiffens at the touch. Moving my hand back up to to her clit, I press on it with my thumb as I insert one finger inside her, going still when I realize that there's something different.
Mother. Fucker. I run back through the events of last night and realize that we made a serious mistake. I was so intent on what she was doing and how fucking good it felt, that I didn't even notice we didn't use a goddamn condom.
After the... fuck yes, I was in her bare... fist pump moment, I try to figure out how the fuck I'm going to tell her. Happy Birthday, baby! Guess what? I forgot to use protection last night, hope you don't wind up knocked up! That is NOT the way I want to begin her birthday.
Deciding to wait until later to say something, because that's not at all how I want to wake her, I continue stimulating her, because let's face it, knowing I fucked her bareback doesn't lessen my erection at all. Hell, if anything, I'm harder now than I've ever been, more than ready for a repeat even though I know it's a bad idea. Thinking about SarahBeth pregnant with my baby should have me running for the hills. But instead, imagining her with her stomach swollen with a child, my child, makes me even more turned on.
Those kinds of thoughts have to go. She's barely twenty one, and not at all ready to be a mom. She still has a little over a year left of college, career plans, and fuck...her brother doesn't even know about us yet.
"Hey," SarahBeth says sleepily, drawing my attention up to her face and away from her flat stomach.
Moving up the bed so I can kiss her, I whisper, "Hi birthday girl," before I give her a soft kiss. She grins up at me, completely oblivious to my inner turmoil and I know without a doubt that I don't want to be responsible for making that smile leave her beautiful face.
"Are you ready to get up? Or are you planning on sleeping all day?" I tease her, and she rolls her eyes at my antics.
Her smile widens when I crawl between her legs, making sure to grab a condom out of my nightstand this time. "Mmm," she murmurs, closing her eyes and lifting her hips. "I would pick sleep, but it feels like you're definitely ready to get up." She giggles and my heart swells with emotion.
Trying to keep things light, I bend over, taking her nipple into my mouth and biting down gently. She gasps, and I grin around it, holding her nipple between my teeth and pulling back until it pops out. "Cheeky girl."
She laughs at me until I flip her over, pulling her up on her knees so that her ass is rubbing against my cock. When she feels me against her this way, her breath catches in her throat as she starts to rotate her hips against me. Gritting my teeth I quickly roll the condom down my length before lining it up against her slit. She whimpers when I don't immediately enter her, but the sight of her tiny, tight little ass undulating in front of me gives me an idea. One she seemed to like when I mentioned it once before. Just before I slam inside her, I pull my hand back before smacking her right ass cheek just hard enough to leave a light pink mark.
SarahBeth gasps as I push deep inside, her walls tightening around me as I smack the other cheek and she moans loudly. I sit back on my knees, pulling her up so she's basically sitting in my lap, wrapping my hand around her throat and holding her tightly against me, making it almost impossible for her to move. She's gasping with each thrust and I can feel the head of my cock scraping against her g-spot. I pull her head back a little more so I can whisper in her ear, "I think you liked me spanking your ass, Little Bit. You did, didn't you?" My voice is gravelly with my arousal and she squeezes her eyes shut, shuddering against me but not answering my question.
Using the hand that isn't holding her throat, I pinch her nipple between two fingers, causing her to moan once more. "Don't you?" I question again, but it's more a demand for an answer.
"Yes," she says breathily, her entire body vibrates against me. I can feel her walls pulsing around me, as she gets closer to her orgasm so I let go of her nipple to run my hand from her breast to her clit, circling it gently before pinching it hard. I have to cover her mouth as she comes loudly, and wetly on my cock. Gritting my teeth I try to keep my own orgasm at bay, but it's a lost cause as she continues to convulse around me. I can feel the start of my orgasm at the base of my spine as it travels up my cock. I explode inside her, wearing a fucking condom this time, and thrust against her, riding out my orgasm and drawing out her own.
When it's over, we both collapse on the bed, breathing heavily. SarahBeth's body is trembling against mine and I murmur soothing words into her hair as I hold her close to me, letting her calm down before picking her up and carrying her into my bathroom so we can both clean up and she can get upstairs before her brother wakes up.
SarahBeth
It's finally time for my "party" which amounts to Jeremy, David, Lyric and a few of my friends at Karma, a well known club here in Nashville. When we arrive, we're given the VIP treatment, bypassing lines and going straight up to the VIP section. Livvie and I are both as excited as can be, and I'm ecstatic that everyone is here for my birthday. As soon as we get to the VIP section, Livvie pulls me onto the dance floor, along with Lyric's friend Anna who is a complete trip. The entire time the three of us are dancing I can feel Jeremy's eyes on me and I dance as provocatively as I can, doing my best to drive him crazy.
I've had just enough alcohol that I'm not being as careful as I usually am, but I'm still shocked when Anna leans close to me as we're dancing to whisper-shout in my ear, "For someone who threatened my friend into keeping her secret, you're doing a shit job tonight of fooling anyone. If you keep looking at him like that, the whole club is going to know there's something going on with the two of you."
She moves away from me, still close enough to hear me speak, and I turn to glare at her. "You don't know anything about my life, so don't try to give me advice." She smirks at me, fully aware that I'm all talk and zero action.
Pissed off at her for calling me out, I tell Livvie that I'm going back to get Jeremy to dance with me. Having him pressed up against me will definitely make me feel better. Livvie doesn't agree though, and raises questions that should make me think twice, "Are you sure you want to do that? Coming on to him here, in front of David? Won't that make your brother crazy? What will you do if he says no to you on your birthday?" Her questions are fast, but unlike Anna, she doesn't know about our relationship, and I can't tell her until I tell my brother. I can't control who Lyric tells, unfortunately, I know I shouldn't be stupid, not this close to telling him, but I have liquid courage coursing through my veins.
I pull her with me through the crowd and back to the VIP section. David, Jeremy, Lyric and a bunch of other people are sitting there and as soon as Livvie lays eyes on Tyler, she starts to look worried. Making a mental note to ask her about that later, I grab Jeremy's hands, trying to pull him out of his seat. He narrows his eyes at me, shaking his head "no" and refusing to move. Sticking my lower lip out in a pout, I lean forward to whisper, "If you won't dance with me
, I'll find someone else who will."
Jeremy's body stiffens, but he nods, getting up to follow me back to the dance floor. I pay no attention to my brother who's sitting next to him, with Lyric on his other side, because I know if I do, I'll worry about what he thinks about us dancing, and I'll let Jeremy off the hook. I really want to dance with him on my birthday.
I pull him to the middle of the dance floor, far enough away that hopefully my brother won't be able to see us and turn so that my back is facing him. I'm still holding both his hands and I put them on my hips, leaning back against him and moving my hips in a way that I hope looks as sexy on me as it does on some of the other girls who are out here dancing. The song has a heavy bass beat, and it's so loud that I can't really figure out what song it is. Soon, I really don't even care because it's my birthday, I've been drinking, and Jeremy's pressed up against me, moving his hips with mine.
The alcohol running through my veins has me feeling bold, and I turn around to face him, running my hands up his chest and around his neck, pressing close enough that I can feel his erection against my belly. I pull him down close to me so I can whisper, well, whisper as much as I can in a loud, crowded club, "I wish we were anywhere but here. I want you to fuck me Jeremy." I don't know that I've ever used that word around him, and I've certainly never used it in this context.
Jeremy's reaction is immediate, his eyes darken, his nostrils flare and his hands on my hips tighten almost hard enough to bruise. He looks down at me for just a second before he grabs my hand, pulling me through all the bodies on a dance floor, past one of the bar areas and then finally down a hallway and out a door into the alley. Reminded of what happened the last time we were in a back alley, my thighs clench as he moves us down and around the building before sinking down to sit on the ground and pulling me dow to straddle him. My dress tonight is long enough to cover anything we might do out here.
His lips are on mine in a heartbeat, his tongue pushing inside my mouth and his hands holding my waist tightly. I feel like my skin is too tight for my body, I'm so turned on and my head is spinning. It's all too good to be true though. I hear a familiar voice shout my brother's name and both Jeremy and my eyes fly open in shock. Oh no! David is out here?
Jeremy
Fuck! This is the last way I wanted David to find out about us. My hands are still around SarahBeth's waist, so I lift her off of me and stand her up before getting up myself. Knowing he's going to go fucking ballistic, I try to push her behind me where she's safe. She pushes against my hands, trying to stand in front of me instead, and as much as I appreciate the thought, I don't want flying fists to hit her instead of me. No matter how pissed off he is, he wouldn't want her hurt.
I barely get her behind me before David's fist hits me, knocking my head to the side and making me stumble back into her. I spin around quickly, not caring about any injury to myself, but wanting to make sure she doesn't fall. Her eyes are wide and scared, and I hate knowing I've caused this. I should have been more careful; I should have stayed away from her tonight at all costs. But, I didn't, so I deserve whatever he's going to do to me.
"Okay, I probably deserved that one," I say, wiping the blood from the corner of my mouth. I'm glad I haven't been on the receiving end of his fists before, because that hurt like a motherfucker. It's obviously the wrong thing to say though, because his eyes narrow further and he goes to hit me again, stopping when Lyric grabs his arm to stop him.
He growls at her, "Get the fuck off me." Her eyes widen with both surprise and pain at the way he talks to her, and I feel even worse because as bad as this is going to be for us, SarahBeth and I deserve it. Lyric only kept quiet because of the things Sarah threatened her with. He turns back to me, his eyes flashing with anger as he asks, "How long?"
I run a hand through my hair, ashamed of the secrets I've been keeping and the lies I've told. When I don't immediately answer him, he asks again, "Damn it Jeremy, how long have you been fucking around with my sister?"
I'm pissed though, because I wouldn't call what we've been doing fucking around. My back stiffens at his tone and before I can think about it, I'm up in his face. "I haven't been fucking around with her at all. We've been seeing each other for about three weeks."
He's shouting at me now. "Seeing each other? Is that what you call it now? What the fuck Jer! We've been friends our entire lives, and you're going to fuck me over like this? Do you get how messed up that is?" We're almost nose-to-nose and I can tell he's angling for a fight.
"Back off D," I warn. Yes, we've gone behind his back, but not because either of us wants to fuck him over. We may have been friends our entire lives, but I fucking love her. I love her more than I've ever loved anyone. "You don't know what the fuck you're talking about."
David's eyes widen. "Yeah? And why's that friend? Why don't I know what I'm talking about? Oh yeah, that's right! Because you chose to keep this shit a secret. Did you think you were just going to be able to fuck my sister like you do every other girl you take to dinner?" He looks over at SarahBeth, causing me to look over too, her face goes pale at his words as she lifts a hand to her mouth, giving me a look that shows how terrified she is right now. I know it probably looks like she's terrified that's what this is to me, at least it looks like that to David because he's not thinking clearly, he's too pissed off, but I know that she's silently begging me to fix this.
Knowing she's scared right now makes me want to protect her at all costs. I clench my fists at my sides because hitting her brother right now would be the worst thing I can do. "I said back off David! I'm not going to tell you again."
He starts to taunt me, and I lose it. "I won't back off you sorry ass bastard. You're going to break her mother fucking heart and for what? So you can get a piece of ass? That's low Jeremy, fucking low, even for you." He barely gets the words out before I'm on him. He can talk all the shit he wants about me, but I'll be damned if he's going to tell me that I don't give a shit about his sister. She's never been just a piece of ass to me.
We go at each other, throwing punches and insults, neither of us paying any attention to SarahBeth. I can hear her crying in the background, but I'm too focused on making David pay for the things he said about her, about me, and about our relationship.
Olivia's brother Chris and our friend Tyler are suddenly next to us, trying to pull us apart and I have no idea how long we've been fighting. Their attempts at separating us quickly turn into them trying to avoid getting hit in the crossfire. We continue to beat the shit out of each other until more people are around us, pulling us apart.
It takes six fucking people to break up what has become a bare-knuckles brawl, and we're glaring at each other as we spit blood out of our mouths, both of us in obvious physical and emotional pain. Tyler's standing between us, and throwing his hands in the air to draw our attention to him, he asks, "What in the mother fucking hell is going on?"
David wipes his bloody mouth with the back of his hand, saying, "Ask that asshole what the fuck is going on. I'll bet you'll be just as thrilled as I am." David keeps his eyes on Tyler, avoiding looking at me, SarahBeth or Lyric.
Tyler raises an eyebrow at David's words before shrugging and looking over at me. "Well, mate, do you want to tell me what's going on? Or are we just going to go back and forth all night?"
I glare at him; it's really none of his business. "He's pissed because I'm seeing his sister..."
"No, I'm pissed because you're fucking my sister!" David interrupts.
That's it. "I'm not just fucking your sister you ignorant mother fucker! I'm in love with your sister! Get that through your thick fucking head!" I shout at him, tired of his bullshit. He's supposed to be my best friend, yet he thinks the absolute worst of me. He has no fucking idea how I feel about her, or how she feels about me. Yes we were wrong for keeping it from him, we should have told him as soon as we decided we were going to do this, and I'll forever regret that we didn't, but that's all we did wrong. SarahBeth and I have every right to be
together and us not telling him doesn't give him the right to stand there and judge how I feel about his sister.
David doesn't even register what I've said; he's too pissed off. Soon, we're doing nothing but shouting insults back and forth, the situation rapidly deteriorating until Tyler finally yells, "Shut the fuck up you arseholes!" causing us both to stop and glare at him. "Right," he says, "you both need a breather. Jeremy, you can sleep on my couch tonight and the two of you can pick this up tomorrow."
"You can take Jeremy back to yours, but he's not coming back tomorrow unless it's to pick up his shit. I'll make sure it's in the mother fucking yard and he can drive by for it." My heart clenches at his words as I realize he's not going to get over this. He won't forgive me for going behind his back with his sister, and that means that this thing between SarahBeth and me... it's over. I won't put her in the position to choose between me, and the only family she really has left.
"David..." Chris starts to say something, but David cuts him off.
"No, fuck that Chris. What if it was Olivia? Would you want to be around him if you found out he was fucking your sister?" Chris doesn't say anything, obviously seeing his point. He turns to me a final time to say, "Don't fucking call me and don't come to the bar. Just stay the fuck away from me and my sister. Got it?" I want to argue with him, but what can I say? He's her brother, and I just; I can't be the one to tear them apart.
I follow Tyler to his car, neither of us saying anything at first. When we're on the road, and there's no way for me to get away, Tyler shakes his head and sighs. "Seriously mate? You were messing around with his sister for three weeks and didn't have the decency to tell him? That's cold, really cold."
"You don't know anything about it. We were planning to tell him tomorrow." My voice is resigned, numb. I've lost the only two people in the world I consider my family, and he's talking to me about how cold it was?
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