Forgotten Rules: A Brother's Best Friend Romance

by Eliah Greenwood

  I only realize what I’ve done when his mouth dips open.

  “The guy you like, huh?” he smirks.

  Shit, shit, shit.

  “Does that mean I still have a chance?” He chews on his bottom lip, his eyes gleaming with hope.

  Stop looking so damn cute.

  “Will.” I draw a breath. “We’ve been through this before. Sure, you may feel something for me, but… you don’t want a relationship. You made that more than clear last week. So, what do you want from me?”

  It isn’t lost on me that I asked him that exact question the first time we kissed. He pauses, and for a second there, I think he’s going to bail. He has that look in his eyes, the one that shows up whenever we get too close to something real.

  Only this time, he fights it.

  He stands his ground, refusing to let the fear win.

  “Everything,” he breathes.

  “What?”

  “Fucking everything, Kass. That’s what I want from you.”

  He steps closer.

  I let him.

  “I want your control freak tendencies. I want your OCD, your quirks and kinks, your sense of humor. I want your big heart, that infuriating habit you have of bending over backwards to please others.” His fingers graze the outline of my jaw. “I want you, Kass. All of you. No more, no less.”

  Sorry, Kass can’t reply at the moment.

  She’s busy melting into a puddle.

  “And just so you know,” he continues, “last week, when you didn’t answer my texts, I thought I was going to die. Breaking my own fucking leg would’ve been more fun than living without your snarky replies for this long.”

  I bite back a chuckle.

  “I never had to worry about feeling this way. I never had to worry about feeling anything, really. Because before you…” He’s at a loss for words. “Let’s just say I haven’t let myself care like this in a very long time.”

  I’m scared what he really means is…

  Not since Lyla.

  It bothers me that I still don’t know anything about her. Who is she? His ex? A casual hookup? Looking back, I realize I don’t know much about Will’s life either. I know about his past, his tumultuous, difficult childhood, but I’ve never seen his house, heard about his mom post-homelessness. But damn… it’s so easy to forget all this when he looks at me like that.

  His hand leaves my face, descending to my waist, and that simple touch is enough to make my thoughts blurry.

  “I want to be with you, Kassidy Kingston. It scares me shitless. But it’s true.”

  My brain rejects the information.

  Rebooting the computer.

  Please hold.

  Did he just say what I think he just said?

  He shakes his head. “Shit, why the hell do people put themselves through this? I can’t believe they haven’t banned feelings yet.”

  A laugh escapes me.

  I want to cry, kiss him, and punch him all at once. He’s put me through so much, but now that he’s pouring his heart out, I’m right back to square one.

  “Please say something.” I love how desperate he is.

  How the tables have turned.

  “Let me get this straight. You believe in relationships now?”

  He hesitates.

  “No.”

  Was he messing with me?

  “But I believe in being with you.”

  Pretty sure my smile takes up my whole face.

  “So… Does that mean you’re my boyfriend?”

  “You can call me whatever you want, as long as at the end of the day, you’re mine.”

  Cause of death: Will’s lines. I stretch my neck for a clear shot of his features. He’s tense, anxiously awaiting my answer.

  “Okay, boyfriend.”

  He smiles, angles my chin forward, and kisses me hard. Deep. Senseless. I reciprocate the kiss without thinking, an all-too-familiar rush bursting through my veins as I wind my arms around his neck and mash my chest against his.

  I can’t imagine how hard this confession must’ve been for him. That’s Will. The guy who makes everybody laugh but never truly laughs himself. He can barely get through one sentence without slipping a hundred jokes inside.

  So, a whole-ass declaration?

  Give this man a prize.

  I’ll give him a prize all right. Cupping my ass through my leggings, he grunts, gives my cheeks a squeeze, and hoists me up into his arms. My legs clamp around his waist as he carries me to the bed.

  Except he doesn’t carry me to the bed.

  He nails my body to the wall.

  Holy f… Against the wall?

  Yes, please.

  His fingers clutch at the hem of my shirt, jerking the fabric over my head in haste. If he spent half as much time obsessing over our almost-sex as I did, we’re not going to wait long. God, we were so stupid. He wasn’t even wearing protection.

  This would’ve been a terrible idea.

  But that’s what we are. What we’ve always been. We’re a terrible, stupid-as-fuck, earth-shattering idea. And here. Now. We’re going to do way more than break the rules.

  We’re going to completely forget them.

  Planting my feet to the ground, Will tugs my leggings down my legs, stretching hot, greedy kisses all over my stomach in passing. He’s stripped me down to my underwear before I can blink. It’s only fair that I return the favor. Hooking a hand at the back of his neck, I urge him upward, allowing our lips to reconnect as I fumble with his belt. Try as I may, I can’t seem to get his damn pants off. It’s like we can’t bear to let go of each other long enough for me to see what I’m doing.

  “Hold on.” He laughs against my mouth, shooing my hands away and unbuckling his belt himself.

  The second his jeans trickle to the floor, he snakes a hand around me to unclasp my silk bralette. I kept it on last time, but I’m fully exposed to him now. I can’t help feeling self-conscious. I don’t exactly have the biggest rack, and the first guy to ever see that rack ended up screwing everything with a heartbeat behind my back. Maybe it’s me.

  Maybe they’re… too small?

  As though he can see the self-doubt plaguing me, Will grips my face with both hands, his eyes boring into mine as he rasps, “Do you have any fucking idea how perfect you are?”

  Just like that, my insecurities go up in flames. He doesn’t miss a beat, cupping a handful of my breast as his mouth latches onto my painfully tight nipples one by one. Licking, biting, nibbling—he knows exactly what he’s doing. I feel electrified with each stroke of his tongue, slumping against the wall as he gives each tip his undivided attention.

  Then he drops to his knees.

  Right there.

  On my bedroom floor.

  All I have to do is take one look at him to know… He’s going to make me forget my own name, isn’t he?

  Spreading kisses all over the inside of my thighs, he lifts a hand to my underwear, moving his thumb up and down the fabric. He’s not gentle either. He wants me to feel it all.

  And I do.

  I squirm as he flicks my clit in slow circles through my panties, but nothing—absolutely nothing—compares to the desire I feel when he practically rips that last barrier off me, hitches my leg up, and starts tongue-fucking me.

  His available hand presses down onto my stomach, drilling my body against the wall as his mouth locks onto every sweet spot. I can’t defuse my moans, my head drawing back on its own. But it’s when he squeezes a finger inside me, curling in and out of my body restlessly, that I lose my mind.

  I want him.

  Right now.

  “Will,” I whine. “Please.”

  He smirks. “I know, baby. But I’m not done.”

  Bastard.

  I can’t cope with the sight of him on his knees, looking me dead in the eyes as he eats and fingers the life out of me. He twirls his tongue tentatively around my clit as I watch.

  “God, I hate you,” I whimper.

  I s
tart to tremble.

  “I’m sorry, what was that?” He jams another finger inside me, curling harder. Shit.

  He won’t back down until he gets me off, and somehow, that fact alone spurs me over the edge. The pressure builds up in my stomach, my orgasm rolling through me at full force. Hell-bent on making it unbearable, he grips my ass and sucks my clit firmly into his mouth. The sensation is so intense I have to bite my lip not to scream—not moan. Scream. Thank God we’re home alone.

  I was never the loud girl in bed.

  Until now.

  Until him.

  Slowly coming back to my senses, I shudder uncontrollably.

  Holy motherfucking fuck.

  I could get used to this.

  Wiping his mouth, he rises to his feet and withdraws his hand, but not without giving my body one last, unexpected pump.

  Cocky as ever, he places a light kiss on the corner of my mouth and whispers, “Now, I’m done.”

  I hope he’s going to give me a break. Allow me to catch my breath before we get down to business, but he clearly has other plans. Grasping the back of my thighs, he lifts me up into his arms and props me against the wall again.

  He smiles at how comatose my orgasm left me and folds my legs around his waist himself, so unbelievably hard I can feel him strain through the stretched fabric of his boxers. He smashes his mouth to mine, not giving a single shit that he was eating me out a few seconds ago. I see him reach for something on my desk. A condom.

  When did he even put that there?

  “Do you want t—”

  “Yes. Yes.” I pant. “Just stop torturing me.” I rock against the swelling in his briefs, and he gives a jerk forward, responding to my body without meaning to. A satisfied grin on his lips, he tugs his underwear—the last thing standing between us—down, tearing the condom packaging open.

  I watch as he rolls the latex down his length and guides himself closer, sliding between my lips and teasing my already sensitive clit. He moves back and forth, torturing me, shifting near my entrance without ever taking the last step.

  “Will, you’re killing me.” I squirm.

  “Not just yet,” he says, gaze locked onto where our bodies meet.

  Fuck this shit.

  Done with his games, I brace my hands onto his shoulders and give myself a push. In one move, I take him.

  All of him.

  We both gasp as I sink down onto him. Will because he wasn’t expecting this turn of events, and me because of how large he is. He stretches me painfully, an unwelcomed reminder of how long it’s been since the last time I had sex. His eyes flutter closed at the feeling. The look on his face makes the pain worth it.

  “Shit, Kass, you’re… you’re so fucking tight. How are you this goddamn tight?” He crashes his palm to the wall, inches away from my head, like he needs a breather.

  “It’s… been a while,” I admit, and his eyes snap open.

  “Am I hurting you?” The fear in his gaze liquifies my heart. I’m so glad I’m doing this with him.

  “No, it’s fine. Just go slow.”

  Nodding, he kisses me gently, inching himself deeper inside me. I wince at the sting in my stomach.

  He wasn’t all in?

  Squeezing my thigh with his hand, he nibbles at my bottom lip, thrusting in and out of me in a slow, uncertain place.

  “Will.” I tremble, and the rolling of his hips speeds up on cue. He goes faster and faster, checking on me regularly. I reassure him every step of the way. Ironically, when he stops holding back, the pain morphs into pleasure.

  “Talk to me, baby,” he orders as he picks up the pace. He almost seems annoyed with himself. Angry that he can’t be as gentle as he wanted to be. I can’t bring myself to answer, trapped in a daze.

  This feels… I have no words.

  “Kass?” He slows his rocking.

  “K-Keep going. It feels better this way.”

  In response, he pulls out completely, making me wait three never-ending seconds before filling me again with one powerful shove. For the love of all that is holy. I didn’t even know it was possible to feel this good.

  “Will!” I whimper, louder this time, and he grunts.

  His mouth comes flush with my ear. “You can’t fucking moan my name like that and expect me to go slow.”

  Time of death: right. fucking. now.

  Grabbing a fistful of my hair, he spreads my legs apart and starts pounding into me. And I mean pounding. My eyes roll back on their own. Now that I’m writhing in his arms, there isn’t a single part of me that cares about Kendrick. I don’t regret stripping Will down on my brother’s bed. I couldn’t care less that I’m breaking the sibling rule. Because it led me here.

  To this moment.

  To being with the guy I love.

  He grips my ass with both hands, making me hop up and down on him until my stomach contracts. Our connected, sweaty bodies noisily rattle my bedroom wall. Safe to say it would be more than obvious that we’re having mind-blowing sex to anyone in the house.

  “Still think I’m a good little girl?” I tease, bringing him back to what he told me the last time we were getting down and dirty.

  “Maybe… What are you going to do about it?” he says in a husky, challenging voice, his middle finger and thumb flicking my right nipple and sending a jolt of energy through me. Set on putting him in his place, I clench around him, bouncing faster. Harder.

  His mouth drops.

  “Kass, what are you—”

  I momentarily silence him with a hot, hasty kiss.

  “Stop fucking clenching, I won’t be able to—”

  I ignore him.

  He starts to shudder.

  I can’t help but smile at the fact that I, the girl Will once said controlled everything but probably had no idea what to do in the bedroom, seem to be holding my own just fine.

  “Kass, did you hear me?” he roars, his self-control thinning by the second. Consequently, I go twice as hard, jumping up and down his length until my thighs are on fire and I’ve got him right where I want him: inches away from the brink. “Jesus, woman, are you trying to kill me?” he hisses.

  A laugh dies in the back of my throat, quickly overridden by moans I can’t contain.

  “Fine,” he snaps at my stubbornness, the promise in his voice making me shiver.

  He’s going to give me what I want.

  He carries me to the bed, dropping on top of me and slinging my leg over his shoulder for a deeper, almost surreal connection. I cry out when he picks up where we let off, ramming himself inside me with such passion that my bedframe hammers against the wall.

  It barely takes a minute.

  The parting of his lips.

  The look on his face.

  They suggest victory is near.

  “Fuck,” he grits out, his teeth digging into my neck as he slams into me with rough, separate thrusts. One, two, three more pumps. Then he’s a goner. He plummets back down to earth in ripples, his shudders growing distant as he collapses on top of me, completely spent. I can feel his heart thundering like a machine gun. I give him a second before claiming my prize.

  “So much for not knowing what to do in bed, huh?”

  Still out of it, he pulls back, searching my eyes.

  “Is that what this was? You trying to prove a point?”

  “Yup,” I shamelessly admit.

  He laughs and cups my face to kiss me, his tongue sliding past the seam of my mouth and between my teeth.

  “Well, point made. Best fucking sex I’ve ever had. Hands down.” He nuzzles his face into the crook of my neck. No words can possibly explain how happy his compliment makes me. He’s still deep inside me, but I don’t risk moving, hanging on to this fragile moment for as long as I possibly can.

  “Willy?” I whisper, my heart in my throat.

  “Yeah, baby?”

  Milking every drop of courage in my body—that’s still trembling with aftershocks—I suck in a breath, squeeze my eyes shut,
and say them. The words I mean with all my being but have been terrified to say. The words that could change everything.

  “I-I love you.”

  His blue eyes grow in size, but he doesn’t reply. He simply scatters kisses across my collarbone, rolls off me, and tosses the condom. Then he slides back into bed to guide me into his opened arms.

  I wait for him to say it back.

  For him to say something.

  But he never does.

  Kassidy

  The sound of my mattress squeaking and a deep curse pry me out of slumber. My eyes sealed shut, I wince at the foreign sensation between my legs. I’m sore.

  Why on earth am I sor…

  Will!

  Peeling my eyes open a crack, I pat the right side of my bed, the tip of my fingers skimming across the empty space for a few seconds. Nothing—no one. He left? Anxiety slaps me awake, and I sit up straight, scanning my room through cloudy senses.

  My shoulders flop when I find Will sitting on the edge of my bed, his jaw tight and his eyes riveted to his phone. Finishing a text, he drags a frustrated sigh and lobs his phone onto the mattress, the lean, defined muscles of his back twitching.

  Only then do I become aware that I’m butt naked—duh, I had sex over and over again last night—and tug the blanket up my bare body. The motion catches Will’s eye.

  His head whips my way.

  And his features light up.

  “Hey, baby, you’re awake.”

  I’m overwhelmed with relief.

  He doesn’t look panicked, like he’s drowning in guilt. His cursing doesn’t seem to have been about us.

  “Did I wake you?” he asks.

  “Let’s see, did you cursing like a sailor wake me?” I crinkle my nose. “Nah. All good.”

  A small smile warps his lips.

  “Sorry.” He rubs at the back of his neck anxiously.

  Something’s up.

  “Everything okay?”

  “Yeah. It’s just… the fight with Haze is tomorrow. I kind of let myself forget with…” He pauses. “Everything going on.”

  He’s not alone. I’ve been so focused on him lately that the stupid fight Haze challenged my brother to ages ago completely slipped my mind. Part of me was hoping Haze would come to his senses and cancel it beforehand. He clearly doesn’t need a deal to spend time with my cousin.