Seducing The Innocent (A Forbidden Best Friend’s Little Sister Romance) (Forbidden Confessions Book 1)

by Shayla Black

  He picks up the pace, and lightning sparks inside me. My pussy starts to pulse as he fucks me faster, deeper, as if need is overcoming his self-control. My orgasm creeps up as desire pools and coils between my legs. He twists my nipples again. They’re so chafed, and the pain hits me before mellowing into a warm burn that seeps right down to my clit.

  “Oliver…” I gasp out, blinking at him.

  How does he already understand my body so well?

  He smiles. “You like that?”

  “Yes,” I pant.

  When my body tenses and my pussy begins to flutter around him, he reaches between us and works my clit in slow, devastating strokes. “Come for me.”

  As if his permission frees all the sensations tightening and growing deep inside me, it explodes in a bright flare of ecstasy. He continues to work at my nub and grinds relentlessly into my pussy again and again. A moment later, his body shudders. “That’s it. Take me. Take. Every. Drop. I. Give. You.”

  He drills into me harder with every stroke, hot jets of his seed spilling so deep in my unprotected depths. Oliver is right; if we keep this up, I’ll soon be pregnant. The thought only brings me peace. I smile as the haze and glow of orgasm overtake me.

  Yes, I originally planned to finish college before getting serious about a guy or starting a family. But Oliver will take care of me. I’ll never love any man more. I know that deep in my heart.

  Slowly, he withdraws and crouches over me. As the midmorning sun streams through the windows, I see blood. My virgin blood. Then he drops his gaze to my pussy. As hot semen oozes out, he gathers it with his finger and pushes it back inside me as deep as he can. He props a couple of pillows under my hips, tilting them up.

  “Lie there for a bit, just like that, love. I’ll be back.”

  “Will that help me get pregnant faster?”

  “It can’t hurt. Besides, you look beyond sexy that way.” He winks.

  I laugh and close my eyes. I can’t remember the last time I was this sublimely happy.

  He lies beside me, cuddling me against him and kissing my ear. “I love you.”

  “And I love you, Oliver.”

  Chapter Four

  Oliver

  Twenty minutes later, I hear a phone ding somewhere in the house. It doesn’t take long to realize it’s Kayla’s phone. I wander from room to room until I find the device in her bathroom. Another message from Justin is waiting.

  Come on, baby. You have the prettiest tits. I want to nibble them. And if you let me pop your cherry, I’ll make you feel good.

  I see a hundred shades of red. I want to reach through the phone and beat the piss out of him for daring to treat Kayla like an object and wanting the woman who’s mine. But I could get angry…or I could get even.

  Gnashing my teeth, I quickly type. Why don’t you come over now?

  He sends an emoji with a shocked face. Seriously?

  Yes. I’m waiting. With a fist for him.

  On my way. You won’t regret it.

  “No, I won’t,” I drawl as I set the device aside. “But you will.”

  Ten minutes later, he screeches into the drive with his ridiculously souped-up truck, pale hair spiked and bleached, muscle shirt showing off swanky new ink, and a smirk I want to smack off his mouth. I’m not letting him into the house with Kayla, not while she’s naked in our bed, sated and smiling. That’s for me alone.

  I intend to make that clear to Justin.

  With a shove of the front door, I slam my way out and glare him down as he exits his truck. He freezes when he sees me barreling toward him.

  “Hey. Is, um…Kayla here?”

  “Yes, my girlfriend is inside, and we both found the message that popped up on her phone a few hours ago quite disturbing. Out of respect for her, I suggest you delete the photo from your phone and ask anyone you sent it to to do the same.”

  He scowls. “I didn’t send it to anyone. Look, I don’t know who you are—”

  “Oliver.”

  Recognition lights his eyes. Justin may not have met me, but he’s clearly heard of me. “Yeah, well, she invited me over to”—he shrugs like he’s the shit—“you know, fuck her. So maybe she’s not your girlfriend anymore.”

  “She is. Delete the photo.”

  “I don’t have to do shit.”

  “You do if you want to keep your face intact.”

  “Nah, man. That goes in my spank bank.”

  That’s all I can tolerate. I grab Justin by the throat and shove him against his truck. “You will never again look at my girlfriend’s breasts while you wank yourself. Delete the fucking photo.”

  “I want to talk to her first.”

  “She’s asleep right now. In my bed, and she won’t be leaving it.”

  “Did you fuck—”

  I tighten my fingers around his neck until he chokes. “I don’t recommend that you finish your sentence. Delete the photo, get in your truck, drive away, and never contact Kayla again. Or you will answer to me. Am I clear?”

  When he pushes me away, I let him. Then he shrugs and acts like it’s no big deal. “Whatever. Here.” He reaches for his phone and deletes Kayla’s topless picture from his camera roll. “It’s gone. Now get out of my face. If she wants to fuck some older, uptight dude, there’s plenty of pussy out there, happy to put out. I got no problems moving on.”

  He’s a prick and a misogynist. How did Kayla ever meet him? “Excellent. Now get the fuck off her property.”

  With a scowl, he hops back in his truck and screeches his way out of the drive, turning toward me as he reverses out, middle finger extended.

  If he thinks that bothers me, he’s sorely mistaken. I got what I wanted; that photo should never trouble Kayla again. She’s mine to protect, and I’ll do it every day for the rest of our lives.

  Pushing my way back into the house, I cock my head and listen, but it’s still quiet. I delete Justin’s contact from her device as I head toward the back of the house to check on Kayla.

  She’s sprawled across our bed, sleeping peacefully, hips still propped up on the soft mound of pillows I placed under them, legs gracefully spread.

  The sight only makes me want her more.

  I set her phone on her nightstand, then bend to leave a lingering kiss on her forehead before turning to the shower. Her body may not be ready for more sex yet, but I am. I’ll give her a few more minutes to rest…and maybe let my seed take root.

  In thirty minutes, I’ll be waking her again to splash her unprotected womb with more.

  Kayla

  I hear the water running. Oliver? There’s no one else in the house, so it makes sense, but how am I hearing him shower from my bedroom?

  With a frown, I shift to get comfortable and wince. I’m sore—right between the legs. My pussy feels like it’s been battered. And why am I propped up on pillows?

  Everything comes rushing back to me. Justin’s photo. My tank top. Oliver’s insistence that he examine my breasts. Oh, my god. He kissed me. And he fucked me without any shred of protection.

  I could be pregnant even now.

  And that’s what he wants.

  The memories are delicious, and I smile, stretch, and sigh. I never expected the rest of my life to start today. I’m so incredibly happy.

  Nearby, my phone dings. It’s the sound I’ve assigned to Perrie. She’s one of my best friends. I’m going to miss her after graduation…

  I crane my head around and see my phone on the nightstand, then grab it with an outstretched hand. She texted something, but I don’t bother to read it, just dial her. Perrie and I have long shared a very similar secret. I have to tell her my amazing news.

  I’m praying it will give her hope.

  “Hey, girlie,” she answers. “Did you get my messages about Justin? He’s such a douche. I wanted to give you a heads-up—”

  “Forget him. You’re never going to guess what happened to me this morning.”

  “What?”

  I fill her in, gener
ally speaking. She doesn’t need all the details. What she needs to know is that my secret crush finally gave in to me and we’re going to live happily ever after.

  When I finish my explanation, Perrie all but squees for me. “That’s incredible.”

  “It was amazing. I’m so glad I waited for him.”

  “I’m thrilled for you, doll. And after everything you’ve been through, losing your brother and all, you deserve nothing but bliss.”

  “Thanks. But you deserve that, too.”

  “You’re sweet.” She speaks the words like someone who’s sure she’ll never have who she truly wants.

  “Have you given any thought about what you’re going to say to Hayden when you get back to Phoenix?”

  “Of course.”

  “Let me rephrase that. I know you think about him all the time. Have you decided what you’re going to do?”

  “No,” she admits with a glum sigh. “It’s not like I can blurt out how I feel about him. I did that once. Disaster.”

  “Years have passed. You’ve both changed.”

  “Probably not enough for it to make a difference. He’s my dad’s best friend and business partner. There are so many obstacles between us…”

  “Challenges,” I correct. “And you excel at those. Use that crafty mind. Get creative.”

  “And embarrass myself again?” She sighs. “Maybe I should try dating someone else.”

  “Don’t settle. Try Hayden one more time. Please. You deserve to be happy, too.”

  “I don’t know how my dad would take it, anyway. I doubt he’d approve.”

  “There’s a chance my brother wouldn’t have approved of Oliver and me, but it’s our lives. And we’ve decided to be happy together.” I drop my voice as the shower cuts off. “He’s trying to get me pregnant.”

  “Already?”

  “Why wait? I’m about to graduate. We both know what we want. Neither of us has any interest in waiting for a tomorrow that may never come. We’re grabbing the happiness we can now and making our own new family.”

  “You know, you’re right. I’m so thrilled for you.” She groans. “But I’ve got to go. Study group before a presentation on Monday. What kind of horrible professor makes students present a case study at nine a.m. after spring break?”

  “An asshole.” I laugh.

  “Exactly. You going to spend the weekend in bed with Oliver?”

  Just then, the bathroom door opens in a cloud of steam and he steps out wearing nothing but a towel and a smile. “Absolutely. Bye.”

  “Bye!” She ends the call with a giggle.

  I laugh and set the phone aside. “Just Perrie.”

  He sends me an indulgent grin, then reaches onto the counter for a cold water bottle and hands it to me. “Feeling all right, love?”

  I stretch like a happy cat, then gulp some of the cool liquid down. “Great.”

  Oliver watches, eyes darkening with hunger when I start to rise. He helps me to my feet.

  Immediately, seed runs down my thighs. I look around helplessly for a tissue or towel, but he shakes his head, then shoves a pair of panties on me. It only takes a few seconds before I realize that his sperm is oozing onto the fabric covering my pussy, keeping it damp and absorbing his scent.

  “Get used to this.” He rubs a pair of fingers over my cunt, working the wet cotton between my labia, onto my clit. “Now I’ll be with you for the rest of the day.”

  My flesh leaps to life. I love that idea.

  I wind my arms around him. “Oliver…”

  “Let’s get you moved into the master bedroom now. I’ve already brought my suitcases in.”

  “Later.” I rub against him and whisper a soft little “Fuck me again” in his ear.

  He smiles, and it looks suspiciously like gloating. “I’m trying to be thoughtful and let your body recover. You’re tempting me like a naughty girl.”

  “I’d rather have you naked than thoughtful.” I bat my lashes.

  Oliver laughs. “God, you were made for me.”

  “Is that a yes?”

  He sends me a stare full of mock censure. “Behave. I’m trying to tell you something important.”

  My smile freezes. Please tell me he hasn’t changed his mind… “What?”

  “I’ve called my parents and let them know I’m not returning to London after all. They’re disappointed but they know how I feel about you. They’ve known for quite some time.”

  “Are you sorry you’re not going home?”

  “Are you mad? Home is here with you. I was dreading leaving you, Kayla. I’ve been in love with you for so long that I wasn’t sure how I was going to live without you.” He sighs in regret. “I wish now that I’d confessed ages ago. I worried Shane wouldn’t approve. I worried I’d be too demanding and rough. I worried you’d resent me someday.”

  “Impossible. I’ll only love you more.”

  He pulls at the back of his neck nervously. “I hope you still think that when I tell you I made Justin go away for good.”

  “You did?” I jump into his arms. “He’s been a thorn in my side since one of my sorority sisters introduced him to me. If I never talk to him again, that would be great.”

  My acceptance makes him smile. “Done. Did you have any idea when you woke up this morning how this day would unfold?”

  “None.” I smile, even as he pulls at my sore nipples again. “I’m just bummed that I have to go back to school on Monday. Are you going back to work then?”

  “I rang my boss while you napped. He’s glad I’ve decided to stay. Apparently, he wasn’t looking forward to replacing me…”

  That doesn’t surprise me. “You’re smart. And a hard worker.”

  “Maybe you can skip a day or two of class? I can finagle a few days away from my desk. What do you say?”

  I love the idea and wriggle against him. When he gets hard once more, I giggle.

  He moans. “Are you trying to lead me around by my cock or kill me with sex?”

  “Both,” I venture.

  “We’ll see who’s laughing in an hour,” he warns with a sensual growl.

  I giggle again.

  “You think that’s funny?”

  “No. I’m just happy. I never expected you to make my dreams come true. I love you.”

  He strokes my pussy again and groans when he finds it even wetter than before. He tears off my panties, tosses me on my back, then sinks his entire length into me in one savage stroke. “We’ll move your things into the bedroom later. Right now, I want to show you how much I love you, too.”

  Epilogue

  Seven weeks later

  Graduation day dawns like all the others recently. I wake to the feel of Oliver sucking my nipples and toying with my pussy. He wants inside me—again. Our bed smells like sex since he awakened me twice during the night. I’m deliciously sore all over, but my pussy still cramps with sharp need whenever he touches me. I spread my legs for him.

  I’m surprised when he doesn’t sink between them right away.

  Eyeing him, half-dressed and rumpled and still so, so sexy to me, I lift onto my elbows. “Oliver?”

  “Yes, I’m going to fuck you, love. But I’ve got two presents for you first.” He prods me out of bed naked—I’m never allowed to wear anything to sleep except the wedding ring he slipped on my finger two weekends ago in Vegas—then hustles me to the garage. Inside sits a sleek new white convertible sedan with a big red bow. After I squeal and throw my arms around his neck, I slide in and rub my bare ass on the gorgeous leather seats.

  Oliver promises I can test drive the car soon, so I kiss him, letting my hands roam his now familiar body as he leads me to the master bathroom. On the counter sits a bag from the local drugstore. I know what’s inside before I even look at it.

  “You think…” I turn to him, biting my lip. We’ve been hoping and trying, but I had a period last month, although abbreviated, so I’m not sure.

  Oliver just smiles. “I’m almost certain. Go
on.”

  I rifle through the sack and find a home pregnancy test. I tear into the box, follow the instructions, and what do you know? I’m pregnant!

  He slides his arms around me, and I caress my flat stomach, amazed to think that we’ve already created life.

  “It’s happening. We’re starting our new family, Oliver.”

  “I’m so proud of you. You graduated near the top of your class, got multiple job offers, and now you’re going to make your devoted husband a father. I love you.”

  “I love you, too,” I sigh.

  “Yeah? Want to come back to bed and show me how much?”

  I eagerly comply, crying out when he sinks his hard cock deep into me. I moan as he caresses my belly and pumps into me slowly, kissing my neck.

  “You’ve made me so happy, Kayla.”

  Me, too. “I have you, so I have everything I could ever want.”

  He thrusts in again, giving me the most delicious friction. “Everything? Didn’t you say you fancied a bit of bondage? I’ve got some restraints and a pair of nipple clamps with your name on them...”

  I moan. Oliver always loves me well and thoroughly. “Please. I can’t wait.”

  Blazing need—for her father’s business partner. Forbidden lust—for his best friend’s daughter. Perrie is finally back. How far will Hayden go to claim her?

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  How far will I go to claim my best friend’s daughter?

  I’m Hayden.

  I’m old enough to know better.

  I can have any woman I want—except Perrie Atkins.

  She’s too young. Off limits. Innocent. Forbidden.