Her eyes widen. “Yes, but you’re wrapping it.” I’ll let her have this play. I won’t be wearing them in the future, but I won’t push it tonight.
I push myself between her legs, taking her mouth and sucking her tongue. Her hips press up against mine, and I rub the head of my cock along her wet pussy. “Tease.” She wraps her legs around my waist, pushing into my ass— trying to bring me where she needs me. “Please fuck me.”
I roll the condom down and sink into her tight heat. “Feel so good gripping my cock.” She bucks up, meeting me thrust for thrust, as I start moving. Grabbing her ass, I tilt her up so I can go deeper, and I’m met with her teeth sinking into my shoulder. I snap, pounding into her until I’m drenched in sweat. Snaking my hand down, I rub her clit, applying more pressure the longer she holds out. “Fucking come.” She screams and clamps down as I slow. I work her through that orgasm and withdraw, flipping her over. “Ass in the air.”
She lifts her sweet ass to me, and I can’t resist smacking it and sinking my fingers into her at the same time. I finger fuck her until she’s withering and slam back into her. Rising to my knees, I grip the headboard to gain leverage and power into her. Over and over. As I feel her grip my cock and release, I push in a few times and let go. My vision blurs, and I hold the bed tighter so I don’t collapse and crush her.
“What the fuck was that?” She pants.
I pull out and kiss the back of her neck. “Me owning you.” Her body shudders, and I want to pound my chest. I stand and get my balance so I can dispose of the condom and clean her up. She’s fussing when I return, and I climb over her. “Stay.” Just tonight I don’t want her running.
“I shouldn’t.” She’s hesitant.
“Stay.” I run the washcloth along her pussy, and she flinches. “Did I hurt you?”
“Not at all, but I’ll know you were there.” She grins at me, and I want to fuck her all over again. I toss the rag to the floor and gather her in my arms.
Grazing my lips over her head, “Sleep.” I tighten my hold, letting her know she doesn’t have a choice to leave me, and within moments she’s sleeping in my arms.
I wake still holding her, and my heart swells. Along with my dick. She snuggles tighter to my side, and I rub my hand down her hip. “Five minutes.” She grumbles.
“Morning, Sleeping Beauty.” She huffs. “Not a morning person.”
“Nope. But you seem to be.” Her tone is indignant, and I laugh at her. It’s cute.
“Kind of had to be, babe.”
She flutters her hands. “Can’t you go run PT or something? Let me sleep.”
“I’ll go for a run and come back and fix you breakfast.”
“Make it a few miles.” She puts the pillow over her head.
“I run a five minute mile.” I laugh as I pull up my gym shorts.
“Make it a few hundred.” She rolls over and closes her eyes. “And for God’s sake, we won’t be doing sleepovers if you wake me up in a good mood. That’s wrong. I don’t trust morning people.”
“You can trust me.” I kiss her cheek and leave grumpbutt alone. I still find it adorable.
She’s still snoozing when I get back, so I grab a quick shower and start the coffee. She stumbles into my living room, wearing her clothes and bed head. I smile as she sees me. “No. Still too early to be chipper.” I push a mug and coffee in front of her. She pours a cup, hands it to me, and chugs from the pot.
I stare in a stupor. I’ve got it bad for this girl because I can’t wait to see this every morning. “I can refill your cup.” I state the obvious.
“Time I don’t have.” The pot rises to her mouth again, and I shake my head and make us eggs and bacon. She’s somewhat coherent when I put her plate in front of her. Handing me back the pot, “Refill please.” I push my mug to her, and she sips it daintily. Fucking girl owns me.
“Better?” She nods her head. “I aim to please.”
“If you hadn’t fucked me stupid last night I wouldn’t be all outta sorts.”
“If that’s the reason, I’ll purchase an industrial coffee maker and problem solved.”
“Hardy-har.” She throws a piece of bacon at me, and I catch it, popping it into my mouth. “But we aren’t having any more sleep overs.” She turns, looking at me seriously. “I loved last night. This morning was a delight.” She pauses and fidgets. “I’m trying to fix me and you cloud my judgment. It’d be so easy to get wrapped up in you and forget it all, but that isn’t healthy.”
I argue back. “I wouldn’t let you.”
“You couldn’t stop me. This pull with us is severe. I can’t fight it, and I want to remain friends, but I need to be stronger for me, so one day I can be with you.”
I sigh, resigned she’s doing what’s best for her, and I’ll be here when she’s ready. “What about dinner with Brecklynn?”
“I’ll make an exception because we’ll be chaperoned.” She is sassy. “We can meet up. In public places and when my chastity belt arrives.”
“Order one for your mouth,” I quip.
“How would it fit around your cock then?” She smiles sweetly, and I growl. “Don’t be obtuse.” She stands and comes to me. Wrapping her arms around my waist, she kisses my chest. “I hope you’ll be here when I get my shit sorted, but I won’t ask you to wait.”
“Right here, baby. Open arms,” I promise.
She tilts her head back. Tears forming. “Don’t put your life on hold. If you want to date. Fuck. Whatever. I can’t ask you to postpone life because of me.”
“You can. I’m asking you to do the same.”
“That’s the farthest thing from my mind, I swear.” Her admission makes me feel better. “Seriously, Brody. If you meet someone.” Her voice breaks, and I pull her close.
“Stop, Embe. If you want me and come back, I’ll be here. Until that happens, one day at a time.” She nods. “I’m rooting for you.”
“Thank you.” She steps from my arms, and I watch her walk out the door. Fuck me, this doesn’t get easier.
I keep myself busy with the team and classes. A few random texts with her but neither of us has been able to meet up.
ME: Brecklynn arrives tonight. Dinner tomorrow?
EMBE: YES. Bella Vita’s.
ME: Sounds good. Don’t forget your chastity belt.
EMBE: It’s a snug fit. Like your dick in me.
ME: Play fair.
EMBE: Gotta go. Julie’s birthday party.
I smile knowing she’s spending this time with friends. I adjust myself thinking of her. Damn girl has me like a teenager getting his first piece of ass. And that thought leaves a sour taste in my mouth, as my sister is a teenager. Eighteen, as she likes to remind me. An adult. She’ll always be a baby to me.
I busy myself picking up the apartment and making sure I have Brecklynn’s favorite snacks on hand so I don’t have to stop at the store with her. She’s rabid in the store . . . and she gets hangry. Don’t tease her with food or all hell will break loose.
“Hey, bro.” Brecklynn hugs me as I pick her up at the airport.
“Hey, little sis.” Her eye roll makes me laugh.
“What have you planned?” I shake my head.
“I figured we’d play it by ear. We’re having dinner with Emberlee tomorrow.” Her smile is contagious. The dancing jig and clapping hands that follows— that’s all Breck.
“Missed you.” She hugs me again.
“You okay?”
“Yeah. It’s just weird that in a little over six weeks I’ll be here.” She seems happy. But something grabs me with her tone.
“You still want this? There are other schools.” I want her to be happy.
“No. I do. Just a lot happening the last few weeks of school. Leaving Mom.” Ah, my little sister is feeling nostalgic.
“Still can’t talk her into moving?” I know the answer.
“Nope. I’ve let it go. She’s happy with Richard.” I pull her hair and make her look at me. The tears swimming in
her eyes slay me.
“Hey. Where’s this coming from?” Brecklynn isn’t an emotional girl. She’s a straight shooter and doesn’t battle with her emotions.
“I don’t know.” She drops her head. “Probably PMS. Or pregnancy hormones.” She bites her lip, refusing to meet my gaze.
I drop her bag. “What the fuck did you just say?” I roar. She giggles.
“Kidding. My virginity boat’s still docked. Calm down.” That isn’t cool. She can see I’m not feeling her. “I hate you.”
“Yeah. Hate you.” I tug her hair once more and lead her to my car.
“I have that orientation tour thing in the morning. You cool by yourself?”
I stare at her. “Breck— I don’t have a constant companion all the time. I’m good by myself for a bit.” I sigh in relief, knowing I’ll need it after a few hours with her.
“That’s gonna change. We’ll be able to do everything together. Bosom buddies. Twinsies. Joined at the hip.” Kill me— pronto.
I’m trying to find an elaborate, gentle, way to tell her no fucking way. Her snort draws my attention to her. “Kidding. Sheesh, old man. Lighten up. Like I want to spend my formative college years with you instead of the debauchery of underage drinking, wild parties, and orgies.” I rub my chest. This girl is going to be the death of me.
Brecklynn’s been quiet since she got home from her tour. “You up for tonight? I can cancel.” It’ll kill me, but my sister is important.
“I’m good. I didn’t sleep well, strange bed and all.” I know she’s avoiding something.
“Use that as a point of reference. Don’t sleep in strange beds, and you’ll be rested,” I throw back dead seriously.
“Oh, Brody, if I’m in a strange bed, I won’t be sleeping.” She chuckles and puts her shoes on. “Let’s go. I need to meet Emberlee.”
“Don’t give her a hard time.” I remind her to mind her manners. I don’t need Emberlee feeling overwhelmed or Brecklynn getting attached when I have no idea what’s happening.
“Seriously? I didn’t know I was a degenerate. Maybe you should stay home. I’ll get Emberlee to spill the fun spots to party on campus.” She waggles her eyebrows at me.
“Get in the car, brat.” I playfully shove her. I rub my sternum thinking I should have grabbed some antacids because those two together will form an ulcer.
I lead my sister in and see Emberlee in a back booth. She sees us and smiles and waves us over. “She’s gorgeous,” Brecklynn whispers. Yeah, I know.
“Hey, I’m Brecklynn.” My sister reaches over and gives her a quick hug.
“I’m Emberlee. My friends call me Lee Lee.” She scoots over, and Brecklynn sits next to her. I don’t feel needed and it bothers me.
“Hey guys. Remember me?” Both their eyes snap to me and the cackles start.
“So sensitive. Sit down.” Brecklynn ribs me.
“Big baby. You have to be the center of attention.” Emberlee chucks a breadstick at me while giggling. Yep, gonna need back up when Brecklynn is here full-time.
“How was the birthday party?” I ask Emberlee, trying to take the focus off me.
“What party?” Brecklynn asks. Emberlee goes into the explanation of all her friends and who Julie is.
“It was adorable. Mason is so whipped with her. I thought Saylor was going to kill him. They bought the girl an X-box. She’s one. Ridiculous.” Brecklynn is smiling watching how animated Emberlee is.
“And let me guess. You and Avery didn’t go overboard?” She blushes and ducks her head.
“Well, it was just a few outfits and toys.” She lies. Not well, but I’ll give her an A for effort.
“How many bags?” I drill her with my look.
Unfazed, she murmurs. “Ten . . . ish,” I calculate and stun her.
“Medium or large bags?” She narrows her eyes at me.
“Large and extra large.” She’s squirming.
“Give or take, that’s roughly eighty presents. But it isn’t overboard at all.” Her flush tells me she’s guilty.
“It wasn’t an X-box. The girl just started walking.” Her rebuttal is weak.
“Geez, big bro. Maybe you should be an attorney with all your cross-examination tactics. We’re girls. We can spoil a baby. Men who do it— pussies.” Brecklynn shoots Emberlee a wink.
I choke trying to drink my water. “Don’t say that word. It’s wrong coming from your mouth.” Her devious smile lets me know I just gave her ammunition for additional torment. I sit back and listen to them go back and forth . . . lost in conversation. Emberlee invites her over when she moves here to photograph their basement and the mural Avery painted.
Brecklynn loves photography, and it’s not often you see her without a camera. “Hey.” She stands. “Brody, move over here. I want to get a few shots.” She’s sly. I see through her, and I’ll reward her with some new photography stuff. I cuddle up to Emberlee, holding her tight, and let Brecklynn snap whatever she wants. I nuzzle my face in her neck, eliciting giggles and happiness from my girl, and I know my sister caught those moments. Hopefully, I won’t have to stare at pictures and get the real thing.
I’ve been crazy with end of semester stuff; studying, and keeping up with therapy. I’m on the cusp of telling my dad the secret I found, but I’m still stalling. With baseball in full swing, my time with Brody is limited, but that’s a blessing. If I don’t spend time with him, I don’t get as attached. I’m lying to myself, but since I can admit it, I don’t live in total denial.
I’m still working things on the home front with my friends, and while it isn’t one hundred percent fixed— it’s getting there. Which makes this activity perfect. We’ve slung enough mud at each other in anger— we can do it in fun this time. It was Avery’s idea; she’s all engrossed in ‘team building.’
“Look.” Avery throws a flyer at Saylor and me. It’s an advertisement for the Mud Run that I noticed last week. I’m doing a happy dance thinking of the fun we can have.
“Nope.” Saylor disagrees. She isn’t what I’d call an exercise type of girl. None of us are, but we aren’t out of shape, either.
“We’ve been vetoing things for a week. We are doing this.” Avery’s hair bounces as she taps her foot, trying her hardest to look stern.
“I think it would be fun.” I bat my lashes and smile demure at Saylor. Opening my lids wide, appearing innocent to coax Saylor.
“What would be fun?” Mace, Caden, and Deacon walk in all sweaty from their workout. Deacon beelines for Saylor, and their tonsil hockey session begins while we wait and see if they’ll disappear or join our discussion.
“We’re going to do a mud run,” I announce— that grabbed Saylor’s attention from Deacon’s lips.
All three guys bust a gut laughing, and that riles Saylor. “What’s so funny?” She purses her lips and stares at them.
“I remember your workouts. Shortstop, this isn’t for you.” Mason gives it to her without an ounce of finesse.
“The hike we took so we could release your aggression . . . you didn’t stop complaining until you screamed loud enough to bust an eardrum.”
“I’ll have you know I could do this and kick ass,” she challenges them, and I know we have her.
“Want to wager?” Mason taunts. Oh, she won’t back down with that incentive. I look at Avery and fist bump.
“This isn’t a competition.” Avery is glaring. “It was supposed to be just us girls. School’s done in a week, and our summer is unknown.” That makes my heart heavy. Our first summer we aren’t planning a trip or getting together. Avery has some painting classes she wants to take. Deacon and Saylor will be together, but Julie keeps them together. Mason and Caden will do some baseball camps— me, I don’t know yet.
“It won’t be because y’all will suck so bad you won’t see us. You’ll be eating our dirt . . . literally.” Shit, Mason doesn’t stop— Saylor is gonna junk punch him. “Besides, it isn’t like any of us are going backpacking through Europe. We live w
ithin minutes of each other.” His acknowledgment that we’ll spend time together makes me feel better.
“Bullshit. We won’t lose.” Saylor locks eyes with each of them. Deacon has the decency to try and hide his smile, but Saylor caught it. She’s getting us into a mess, but I won’t stop her. It feels good all teasing and laughing with each other.
“Babe, you don’t have to prove anything to me. I know you have endurance.” Deacon better watch it.
An idea hits me. I clap and get everyone’s attention. “I have the perfect bet.” Avery smiles, succumbing to my plot.
“Name your terms,” Caden challenges.
“We win, the entire baseball team, including you three, gives us a private rendition of your version of Magic Mike. The first one because the second one sucked. Except the welding scene. That was hot.” I lose my train of thought replaying that scene in my mind. Hell, all the girls have shut up and are wiping drool from our chins.
“Deal,” Mason is the first to agree. He’d show his dick to a convent, so I can’t pretend to be shocked.
“We’re safe,” Deacon busts, avoiding Saylor’s swing.
“If y’all win,” Caden starts laughing, “you three and your hot friends around campus do a rendition of Trickery Tara for us.”
“What the fuck is Trickery Tara?” Mason shouts. It isn’t often he doesn’t catch an innuendo.
“The female version of Magic Mike.” Caden has us all laughing.
“Minus Saylor,” Deacon warns.
“Nope, that’s cheating,” I taunt. All for one and one for all.
“Fuck,” he whispers.
“Saylor, can you give him back his balls for a bit?”
“Mace, I can’t wait for a girl to grab yours,” Saylor challenges him. He looks horrified at the thought, which will make it all the sweeter when he falls. I’m holding in my laughter because I know Avery is scheming, and it will be epic. Saylor looks sick because she is a bit territorial over Deacon and with good reason. These girls traipsing around campus don’t care that he isn’t single.
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