Brother’s Best Friend

by Kaylee, Katy

  She laughed. “The world already knows you can do that.”

  She was teasing, but I felt the comment as a barb. All I was good at, in her mind, was throwing the ball and fucking. She might be right, and I had to admit that it was partly my fault since I didn’t let the world see other parts of me. But she should have known there was more to me. Pushing away the disappointment that she didn’t see more in me, I headed to the kitchen.

  I whipped up veggie omelets and found a nice white wine from the Napa Valley and served her on the terrace. The sun was finally setting over the water. The atmosphere was romantic, but Katie was all business. There was no talking about what happened four years ago or if we might have a repeat of the bedroom games we just played, which I suppose was an answer. Katie regretted sleeping with me and was moving past it.

  A week later, when she had a writer and a photographer from a men’s health magazine at my home to interview me and watch me workout, it was almost like that night never happened. We were getting along better, most of the time, but there was no talk about our personal lives past or present.

  The interview seemed to go well. The writer focused on my eating habits and exercise regime and the rehab of my shoulder. I’d taken them down to the beach, and while I didn’t run or swim, they asked for photos of me emerging from the water as if I’d been for a swim. Indulging them, I waded out, dove under a wave and then walked back out, running my fingers through my hair to push it out of my face.

  “That’s great, Ryder. That pic will adorn the walls of women nationwide,” said the photographer, a young slight man, he looked like he’d blow away if the ocean breeze picked up.

  I’d always known I was good looking, but I didn’t go into football to be a sex symbol. Then again, if women were getting off to my pictures, at least someone was getting some.

  I looked at Katie, wondering if she got off to me in the darkness of her room. Her gray eyes were watching me, and there was a flicker in them that told me she liked what she was seeing. Too bad she was stubborn and good at sticking to her no-touch rule.

  “How’s the shoulder?” the writer asked as I picked up a towel. “Does swimming help with that?”

  “The shoulder is one-hundred percent.” I was no doctor and on occasion my shoulder was stiff, but I figured this was about improving my image, part of which was letting the world know I was ready to lead the Orcas to a winning season.

  “I understand you have a gym in your home. Can we see you there?” The writer looked like he worked out and I figured he’d appreciate the set up I had.

  “Sure.” I led them up to the house. My gym was on the lower level and had big windows with a view of the ocean. All the rooms on that side of the house did.

  “Wow, this is amazing,” the writer said, looking over the large room. “I don’t see a lot of traditional machines and weights.”

  “I don’t like weights. I prefer to use my own body weight.” I pointed toward one apparatus. “I do pullups on that. There’s a rope there and a rock-climbing wall.”

  “Does that impact you when you go to training camp? Don’t they have more traditional strength training?”

  “I keep up.” I went over to the rope and started to climb. When I’d gone up a few feet, I extended my legs out in front of me, engaging my core and using only my arms to climb up.

  The photographer snapped pictures. I glanced down wondering if Katie was bored. How many of her clients had she endured this type of situation with? But bored wasn’t what I saw on her face. Her teeth were biting into her bottom lip, and her eyes held a gleam. She liked what she was seeing. And being a man, I had to show off. I climbed to the top.

  After showing off on the rope, I did bench jumps, showing off my leg strength, and then went through a regular routine that included exercises for all the major muscle groups. The magazine people were with me another thirty minutes before Katie showed them out. I stayed in the gym, finishing my circuit.

  I was doing wide armed pull-ups when I heard her re-enter the gym. My back was to her as I lifted myself until my chin was over the bar and then lowered down.

  She walked around until she was in front of me. Perhaps it was immature, but I wanted to impress her, so I picked up the pace. She watched me, her gaze moving from my shoulders down my chest and lower, where another muscle decided it wanted to work as well.

  “I can do it naked it you want.” I lifted again, feeling the burn in my shoulders, but not wanting to stop while she was looking at me with hunger in her eyes.

  “I was expecting naked yoga.”

  “You told me I shouldn’t do that anymore.”

  “In the privacy of your gym, it would be okay.”

  I quirked a brow. Was she showing me a sign that she might be willing to indulge her interest in me?

  She stepped closer, running her hand over my abs. The feel of her fingers on my skin sent a shiver through me, and my dick, which already was perking up, began to swell.

  “I never knew there were so many muscles in the abs.”

  “The first time you work out, you’ll discover muscles you never knew existed.” I was reminded of this after restarting my regular workout after my injury.

  She looked up at me. “It’s very impressive how strong you are.”

  “And sexy?” I lifted again, wanting to keep moving to avoid the temptation to take her on the floor of the gym.

  “Yes. Do you ever do this naked?”

  My throat went dry. “No. But I’m willing to try.” I didn’t know why she was having a change of heart about her no-touch rule, but I didn’t care. If this followed the logical course, I’d have her and a spectacular orgasm again. She’d likely regret it, but I was learning to live with that.

  As I hung on the bar, she brought her hands to the waistband of my shorts, and pulled them down. My dick popped out, achingly hard.

  “Well, hello. Is he working out too?”

  “He’d like too.”

  She tugged my shorts off and tossed them aside. Her gaze took another slow ride over my body, bottom to top. I did another pull up, wanting her to see every one of the muscles I’d worked so hard to develop. They were designed to help me on the football field, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t also work out because women liked muscular men.

  “You’re like an Adonis.”

  “Do you like that, Katie?” I wanted her to like me, as a person, but for now, at this moment, I’d settle for her just liking my body.

  “Yes.” Her hand caressed across my abs again. She looked up at me with a coy smile, and then she did the unexpected. She leaned closer and wrapped those sweet pink lips around the tip of my cock, blowing my mind. A shock of pleasure blasted through me and I let out a groan. I gripped the bar, holding on like my life depended on it as her tongue laved around my tip.

  “Fuck.” My arms shook from the tension. She released me from her mouth, tilting her head, she licked my ball sack and I saw stars. “You’re killing me.”

  “I can put you out of your misery.” Her hand stroked over my dick making him twitch.

  “I’m sweaty.”

  “I know.” She waggled her brows, as she took my cock in her mouth again. “Mmm.”

  “Ah, Katie.” It felt so good to have her hot mouth sliding over my dick. I wanted to fuck her mouth and come until it was dripping from her lips, but my arms were shaking, my abs trembled, and couldn’t hold on much longer.

  I growled in a mixture of pleasure and frustration. I released the grip of one hand and used it to cup her face. “Katie.”

  She looked up at me, and unable to hold on any longer, I released the bar and dropped down. I took her in my arms, pushing her back against the wall, and crushed my lips to hers., I’d have liked to have gotten us to a bed, but I was so crazed with need, I knew I was going to take her right here.

  “Let me see you. I need to see you.” I helped her take her clothes off, savoring every inch of her creamy skin as she revealed it to me.

  “I
don’t look quite as good in a gym setting. I don’t have a gym body.” She ran a hand over her belly.

  “You have a body made for a man.” Curves everywhere and magnificent tits that made my mouth water. I sucked a nipple into my mouth. “You have fantastic tits. ”

  She gasped as I sucked one and then the other. Then I took her in a hard kiss, pressing my cock against her. “I want you right here.”

  “Yes.” She gripped my shoulders, as I lifted her leg around my hip, opening her to me. I sucked on her tits again, as my fingers found her pussy, hot and wet and ready for me. I wondered how long it had been like that. Had she gotten wet watching me on the rope? Maybe even when I was walking out of the ocean.

  “I want you in me, Ryder.” Her voice was strained with desperation. Well good, because I was feeling pretty desperate myself.

  I pressed the head of my dick to her opening giving her just the tip.

  “Don’t tease me.” Her body hunched down and her hips tilted, forcing me in deeper. “All of it. I want all of it.”

  She and I wanted the same thing so there was no sense in delaying. I gripped her hips, and thrust inside her until I couldn’t go any further.

  She cried out, “Yes!” and I felt like a victor. I withdrew and plunged in again, repeating it, loving her moans and gasps as her body accepted mine. She was still so tight. Each thrust sent electric currents through my dick.

  “I love your pussy,” I groaned.

  “I’m going to come... oh... now Ryder....”

  “Yes, baby, come on my cock.” My hips pistoned, my balls slapping against her body each time I drove into her.

  She let out a long keening sound and her pussy clamped down on my dick so hard, it stole my breath.

  “Fuck.” White hot sparks blasted through me as she pulled me over into oblivion with her. I pounded away at her, driving us up higher and higher into ecstasy. Each time I thought I might be done, her pussy would contract around me again, and I’d pump more into her until my cum was dripping from her.

  Finally she sagged against me, and I managed to get an arm around her back, but the rest of me was completely spent. My legs gave way, and I pulled us both down to the mat. I don’t think I could have moved even if the house was on fire.

  “You’re too sexy to resist,” she murmured.

  “Remind me to work out with you here more often.” I closed my eyes, willing my heart rate and breathing back to normal. I was a fit guy, being so out of breath was unusual.

  “You made a mess.”

  It took me a minute to register what she was saying. “Oh fuck, Katie. I’m sor—” I started to move away as if that would somehow negate the fact that I’d pumped a ton of cum into her.

  She lifted her head. “I’m still on the pill.”

  I made sure she was looking in my eyes when I said, “I’m clean.” Considering my reputation, I figured my sexual history had to be a concern of hers. “I always use a condom.”

  She lifted a brow.

  I smiled sheepishly. “Well, except with you. I seem to lose my mind around you.” I kissed her. “But if it will make you feel better, I’ll use condoms in the future.”

  “Expecting more sex?”

  I’d never had a problem getting women into bed. Katie was the first who’d ever offered resistance. Yes, we had sex before, but then, she’d put on the breaks, until today. It was completely possible that she’d regret this and resist me again.

  “Hoping.” I ran a hand down her body, loving the way it curved. “I haven’t had nearly enough of you.”

  She pulled away, and disappointment took root until she slid down my body. “I want to suck your dick.”

  Who was I to complain about that? My cock was wet with my cum and her juices, but that didn’t seem to bother her as it had four years ago when I introduced her to oral sex. She held my soft dick in her hand and ran her tongue up the length of him, waking him up.

  “It’s amazing how he can go from soft to hard like this.” She stroked my dick, watching as it thickened and lengthened in her grip. Then she wrapped her lips around the tip and sucked.

  “So good, Katie.” I closed my eyes, enjoying the sweet sensations of her hot mouth fucking my cock. “Take it all, baby.”

  Her lips slid along my length until my dick hit the back of her throat.

  I let out a long groan, running my fingers through her dark hair to hold her to me. “Yes... you’re going to make me come…”

  But I didn’t want to come yet. I maneuvered our bodies until we were on our sides with my dick pointed at her mouth, and her pussy ready for me to consume with mine. She seemed a little surprised to be in the 69 position, but I distracted her by flicking my tongue over her pussy. She let out a gasp, opening her legs, giving me easier access to her hot, wet pussy.

  I took advantage of it, diving in with my tongue and lips to slurp up my cum and her pussy juice. She finally took my dick back in her mouth, and we feasted on each other. It was so awesome, even though it was difficult to not be distracted by the feel of her mouth and tongue doing delicious things to my cock.

  She groaned and moved away. I started to protest because I was so close to coming down her throat. She pushed me on my back and straddled me. Before I had a moment to get resettled, she impaled herself on my cock and nearly blew my brain.

  “Ah fuck, Katie.” I bit my lip to keep from coming right then and there. I focused on her as she started to ride me, slow at first and then faster. Her tits bounced as she picked up speed.

  “Oh God.” Her head dropped back and her breath coming in harsh gasps. She was beautiful as she sought pleasure.

  I reached up and pinched her nipples. “Come on my cock.”

  “Yes… I’m coming… Oh God….”

  I moved my hips in time with her, pushing in deeper and deeper. It was almost impossible for me to focus on her as tension started to coil in my balls. I was going to come any minute.

  “I need to come, baby…”

  And then she was there. Her mouth formed that perfect O shape and her pussy clamped down on my cock. Sensation blasted from my dick in a white hot rush as she pulled me over with her. On the mat of my gym, our hips slapped together as we rode out our orgasms.

  Again, she made me completely boneless as I lay on the mat of my gym. “You’re amazing. My dick has never had it so good,” I said as I worked to get my breath back under control.

  Her lovely mouth spread into a wide grin that made her look so stunning it made my heart turn in my chest. “You’re so beautiful, Katie.”

  She bit her lip and doubt shadowed her eyes. “I want to believe you.”

  I wasn’t sure if she was talking about my comment about her beauty or about the situation with Danny. “I have many faults, but lying isn’t one of them.” Then because I didn’t want to get into a deep conversation about anything that might be weighing on her mind, I pulled her head down and kissed her hard, pressing my tongue in to dance with hers. Then I rolled her under me and began to move within her. We had a hard time communicating with our words, but our bodies were in perfect sync.

  9

  Katie

  There was no way I wasn’t going to fuck him. Resisting Ryder was like trying not to breathe; it simply wasn’t possible. Especially as he walked out of the ocean, water dripping from his bronze skin, his hair slicked back, his eyes a piercing blue. I was certain that millions of women would buy this magazine issue and use it to masturbate to, that’s how hot Ryder looked.

  Then in the gym, holy hell was he strong. The way his muscles moved as he climbed the rope made my mouth water. I had two choices: find a bathroom and rub my clit to orgasm, or experience the real deal. I chose the real deal because my body overrode my brain’s concern about having a relationship with him. I still wasn’t sure what to think about the issue with Danny. I believed Ryder, and yet the story didn’t add up. To believe him meant I couldn’t believe my brother, and I couldn’t quite do that either.

  My pussy di
dn’t care about any of that. All it wanted was Ryder’s thick hot cock driving into it. And I indulged it because the alternative was to spontaneously combust.

  But like the last time, when it was done, I questioned my actions. This was a bad idea for several reasons. I just couldn’t seem to help myself. Especially when he looked at me with such sincerity when he said I was beautiful. Was Ryder good at making women feel like they were the center of the world, or did he really mean it?

  We lay, completely boneless on his gym floor.

  His stomach growled. “You made me work up an appetite. Hungry?”

  “I could eat.” It was mid-afternoon, I missed lunch because of the photo shoot, and the spectacular sex.

  “Come on.” He levered up and held out a hand to help me up. We got dressed and then I excused myself to go to the bathroom to clean up.

  Fifteen minutes later, we were on Ryder’s terrace with a feast of sandwiches, fruit, and white wine.

  I looked out over the ocean as I popped a grape in my mouth. “I can’t imagine this will ever get old.”

  “No.”

  There was something in his voice that made me look at him.

  His blue gaze held mine. “I can’t imagine it getting old.”

  Was he talking about me? Was the view of me something that wouldn’t get old? My heart longed to believe that, but my head told me fairy tales weren’t true. And it was dangerous to trust Ryder with my heart.

  So, I pushed that idea aside. Ryder was a ladies’ man, and I had to accept that I was just his current lady. In fact, because I prohibited him from seeing other women, I was his only option. Was that all this was? An affair of convenience?

  I turned away, not liking the feeling that I was just an accessible lay.

  He sighed. “The interview seemed to go well.”

  I nodded. “Very well. The pictures alone will sell millions.”

  “That doesn’t really change my image though, does it?”

  I studied him, wondering about the melancholy in his voice. “Well, we can’t really change how you look, and how you look is a draw for many people. Hopefully they’ll read the article and discover that you don’t have a one-track mind.”