I swallow, hardly able to think straight with his hard body pressed against mine. How can any girl think in this situation? “Touch me again and I’ll let your brother rip your throat out like he’s been threatening for years. Now. Move.” I throw my shoulders back, giving me space to open the bedroom door and slip inside in a hurry.
I almost slam it behind me but stop myself before I can make that mistake and let everyone in the place know that Colson has already gotten to me. I figured he would at some point, but not on the first night.
Once back in bed, I fight with the blankets to get comfortable, but nothing seems to work. I can still feel Colson’s hand on my neck and his hard body pressed against mine, and it’s driving me insane with need. A need I know I shouldn’t be feeling. Especially after what he said earlier about why he’s back.
There’s an ache between my legs waiting to be taken care of, and it wasn’t my boyfriend who put it there. But it’s an ache that won’t be going away anytime soon and I know it. Colson made sure of it. He’s more than aware of what his body does to women and he’s using it as a weapon; one that will destroy me if I let it.
Feeling ashamed, I slide my hand under the blanket and into my panties, hating how wet Colson left me. I’m not sure I can ever think about him touching himself and not remember the night he did it right in front of me. He did that on purpose tonight. Probably waited for me to come out of my room just to make that lie up. Or… maybe it wasn’t a lie. Maybe he was stroking himself right outside this room on the couch.
Whatever it was, it has me orgasming within minutes, moaning softly into my arm so that I don’t wake Dax beside me.
Yup. Definitely going to Hell for this one…
I’m shocked awake by ice-cold water splashing against my face; the water so cold it almost fucking burns. At least, that’s what my mind registers from being woken up from a deep sleep.
I don’t even need to open my eyes first to know that my brother is standing right above me with an empty pitcher in his hand, most likely wearing his murderous expression. This isn’t the first time he’s done this shit when pissed at me.
“You might want to put some fucking clothes on to keep warm before you catch a cold or a fist to the face, little brother. It’s been a while since we played that game.” With his jaw flexed, he tosses the pitcher at my stomach and walks away. “Don’t let me catch you in your underwear again while you’re sleeping here. Enjoy the wet couch, asshole.”
I smirk as he walks to the door, waiting until he opens it to speak just to piss him off more. He hates for me to get the last word in when he doesn’t have time to stay and fight. It makes him murderous, and I get joy out of that; a whole fucking lot. “I’d be more than happy to lose the underwear too. Let Kennedy see what she’s been missing out on by being with you. Who do you think will be sleeping on the couch when this week is over?”
“I’ll fucking kill you.” He pauses in the door, just about to turn back around when his phone goes off in his pocket. “Dammit, Colson. This shit isn’t over. Don’t go near her. I mean it.” With that, he answers his phone, steps outside, and slams the door shut behind him.
Just pissing him off makes losing sleep worth it. I’ll take a whole pitcher of ice-water to my dick next time if it means I get to piss my brother off in the process.
Standing up, I shake my wet hair out and strip out of my wet boxer briefs, before grabbing a pair of dry ones out of my bag and slipping them on. My brother’s mistaken if he thinks I’m going to get back on the wet couch and struggle to fall back to sleep. He should know me better than that. But apparently, he’s ready to play a game he’s sure to lose in the end.
Without overthinking it, I quietly slip into Kennedy’s bedroom and into her bed. The blankets are kicked halfway off the edge, giving me a perfect view of her ass in her little sleep shorts. I growl and grip my hard dick, considering jerking off to her right here in her bed, but I’d rather her watch the next time I touch myself to her. I want her eyes on my hard body when she gets wet for me this time.
I release my dick and place my hands behind my head to get comfortable. It’s nearly impossible to relax when all I can think about are the ways I could pleasure Kennedy right now. I’m too sexually frustrated. I’ve wanted to make her scream since I was old enough to know what sex was. I’ve pictured me inside of her in many different ways; each of them hotter than the last. I plan to play out every single fantasy, just not tonight. But soon.
I don’t know how much time has passed before my eyes finally get heavy. I’m just about to fall asleep when the bed moving beside me to Kennedy turning over to her back has me opening my eyes to look at her.
I hold my breath, my eyes trailing over her sexy body as her chest rises and falls with each breath. I could easily lift the T-shirt she’s wearing and run my tongue all along her body right now if I thought she was ready to cave, but she’s not. I have a week to get her there, but I’m hoping it won’t take that long.
She’s always been a heavy sleeper—I know this from all the sleepovers with my sister growing up—so she’d probably just think I was my brother. That might be good enough for some, but not for me. I want her to know it’s me when I make her come.
I close my eyes, imagining what she’d taste like on my tongue—her breasts, her pussy and her ass. I want to taste it all. Every inch of what my brother thinks is his—I want to make it mine. She will be mine.
Fuck, I’m losing it right now.
I should just give her another show—right here and now—and force her to watch me as I touch myself for her. I bet my brother never lets her watch him.
“Holy fuck…” My heart skips a beat when Kennedy suddenly turns over, her arm landing across my hard dick as she swings it over, unaware of what she’s doing.
I consider moving it in case she wakes up embarrassed, but I’m not that nice of a guy; not when it comes to getting what I want, and what I want is for her to want me.
No matter the cost.
If anything, I want to lose these boxer briefs to give her easy access to what should’ve been hers all along. My body. Every inch of it. Every dip. Every hard muscle. Every scar. It’s hers for the taking.
I just have to wait for her to crave it.
* * *
Kennedy
I feel something hard beneath my arm, realizing that Dax hasn’t left for work yet. It feels much later than it must actually be.
After what happened last night with Colson, I’m just happy to wake up beside his brother. I need to feel him right now to erase Colson from my mind. He’s been on it too much since his arrival and I need to change that and fast.
Not wanting to open my eyes, nor ready to wake up just yet, I slide my hand across Dax’s briefs until his thick erection is under my palm. I lightly run my palm over it a few times, barely touching it, before gripping it with a moan.
It’s so thick and hard, seeming extra big under my palm this morning. It must be my tired mind, but it feels bigger than usual. Thicker. It turns me on even more, my body ready for him to sink between my thighs and take me. I don’t even care that I’m still mad at him from last night. Smiling, I trail my hand higher to trace my fingers along his abs, and that’s when I realize something is off. It’s not Dax’s body that I’m touching. It’s his brother’s. Only Colson has a body this hard and defined.
My eyes shoot open to find Colson’s gaze on me, a crooked smile taking over as I yank my hand back and practically jump off the bed. “Colson! What the hell are you doing in my bed?”
His abs flex as he sits up and runs both of his hands through his hair. It’s impossible to miss how hot he looks right now with his messy hair and scruff. He’s too sexy for his own good.
“You can thank my brother for getting the couch all wet this morning. I wasn’t about to crawl into bed with my fucking sister.” He stands up, closing the distance between us. “I’ll be sure to thank him later myself. I didn’t expect the handy, but I appreciate the bonus.”<
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“I didn’t know it was… no, just no. Get out of my room. Now.” I shake my head and take a step back, putting some space between us. I can’t handle him so close. Not after just touching his very hard dick. “And what are you talking about? What happened this morning?”
“You can ask my brother when you tell him I crawled into bed with you.” He smirks and steps around me, gripping his dick to adjust it. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go finish what you started.”
The moment he steps outside my door, I slam it shut behind him and lock it. I’m not sure if I should be more pissed at Colson for crawling into my bed or Dax for instigating it by dumping water on Colson this morning; what I’m assuming happened anyway. It wouldn’t be the first time he’s done it. If it weren’t for Dax, Colson never would’ve crawled into my bed, needing somewhere dry to sleep.
Exhaling my frustration, I fall onto my bed and reach for my phone on the bedside table. It’s just past eleven, which means there’s a possibility that Colson was in my bed for two, maybe even three hours. Who knows what he did in my bed while I was sleeping. He probably masturbated right beside me. I don’t know why, but that oddly turns me on and pisses me off at the same time.
Grunting, I toss my phone aside and cover my face, overwhelmed with frustration; sexual frustration to top it off. What the hell am I supposed to tell Dax? Oh, by the way, your brother crawled into bed with me and I felt him up…
I just need to make it through six more nights. As long as I can keep him on the couch and away from my bed, it shouldn’t be a problem. But I have a feeling it will be.
Maybe he wasn’t lying about coming back to steal me away from Dax. Or at least do enough damage to break us apart for good. That part scares me.
Without bothering to grab my clothes first, I walk straight to the bathroom and turn the shower water on extra-cold, stepping inside. I was halfway between asleep and awake when Kennedy surprised me by grabbing my dick. The little moan she released when she felt how big and hard I was beneath her fingers had me wanting to pin her to the mattress and hate-fuck her; my hand around her neck and her face against the mattress as my dick made her scream into it.
Fuck!
Closing my eyes, I fight to push thoughts of Kennedy from my mind. My dick was in her hand. Now that she knows what I feel like I’m only going to want her hand on me again.
My brother needs to stay the fuck gone. I don’t know how often he sleeps here, but I need it to be less than often. He really has no idea how much his girl needs me.
I won’t feel bad about taking her either. I’m the reason he got with her in the first place. The little prick never even gave her the time of day or showed her any attention when she came around until he discovered I had a crush on her. Then, suddenly he started watching her when she came around and finding little ways to flirt with her. He doesn’t deserve her if he needed me to see how great she was to begin with. If I’d been a little older I might’ve had a chance to win her over before he swooped in just to take what he knew I wanted. Our hatred for each other dates back far.
I growl out in anger and shut the water off, yanking the shower curtain open and stepping out. After drying off, I wrap the towel around me and grab my duffel bag in search of some clothes.
Kennedy’s bedroom door is closed and my sister already left for work, so I drop my towel and get dressed. This is my bedroom for the next week and I’m going to treat it that way. If Kennedy doesn’t like me being naked then she’ll just have to deal with it, because I’m sure she’ll catch me at some point. I don’t plan on hiding from her.
Since I don’t have to be at the bar until five, I grab my board out of my truck, needing to let out some pent-up frustration. As much as I’d love to stick around and give Kennedy more reasons to want me, I doubt she’ll be coming out of her room anytime soon; at least not with me here.
She’s only embarrassed that she groped me because she enjoyed it. Now she’s faced with the decision to either tell my brother and fuck things up more between us or keep it a secret and do her best to resist me the rest of my days on the couch. I’m guessing she’ll tell my brother, because resisting me is going to be harder than she expected. I’m not holding back anymore.
I don’t know how much time has passed, but I eventually ended up outside the skatepark, looking at the old building I spent most of my childhood in. This used to be our old hangout spot before I moved away, but it got a little too crazy with all the females following us around on the daily.
In all honesty, I do my best to avoid this place for that very reason. They all seem to want me in their bed, and unlike most of the guys they pursue, I won’t give in to them. Travis, on the other hand, has no problem fucking most of them.
In fact, the girl he kicked out of his apartment the other morning is a girl he met here last week. He took her home with him and she didn’t want to leave. He used her eyeing me over as an excuse to get her off his nuts and out of his apartment. It’s something he’s done many times in the past as a reason to push them away without making it seem like it’s his fault. A bit of an asshole move if you ask me.
“Hey, man. Long time, no see.” Jerome, the owner of the indoor skatepark, is the first person I see when entering the door. His long dreads are tied up, his light brown eyes flickering to me for just a brief moment before they go back to the kid he’s selling a deck to.
“Hey, Jerome.” I nod. “Things been good?”
He smiles as if pleased. “I can’t complain. Business is steady as usual. Got a band coming in this weekend. Just been living the good life. Good to see you’re back.”
“It’s good to be back.” I stand against the counter and eye the place over, taking in all the people on their boards and bikes. Most of them I know, but there are a lot of new faces here too. “Where’s Travis? He in today?”
“In the office.”
“Okay, cool. I’ll catch up with ya later.”
“You know where I’ll be.”
It’s true. Dude is here seven days a week. Even when he’s not running the place, he’s here skating. The guy is in his mid-thirties but young at heart. I doubt he’ll be giving up this life anytime soon. Probably helps that the females love him. Light-skinned with hazel eyes and covered in ink. He’s the reason any girl over thirty hangs around.
I walk past a small group of girls that I recognize from Travis’s parents’ house from back in the day when we used to skate in the pool. Just when I think I’ve made it past them unnoticed, one of them calls my name. “Colson, hey! We were hoping to see you around here.”
I stop walking and offer them a nod even though the last thing I want to do is talk to them when I already know what they want from me. “What’s up?”
They all smile, clearly happy I’m giving them my attention for even a moment. These are the type of girls who only learn how to skate to hook up with the guys who come here. Truthfully, I’ve only met a few that skate because they love it. Kennedy used to be one of them before she stopped coming around because of my brother.
It pissed me off to no end because Kennedy and I used to have fun together here. It was as if my brother didn’t exist when we were skating together and just chilling, and I loved it. It was Dax chasing her off that got me saying fuck my brother and flirting with her every chance I got. That’s when she started pushing me away and acting like she hated being around me. By that age I was old enough for her to be attracted to me. If she wasn’t, she wouldn’t have pushed me away as hard as she did.
“You working the food truck later?” Michelle asks. “We’re pretty hungry.”
“Yeah. I’ll be there at five.”
“Good. Then we’ll be there right after. We’ll bring some friends.”
I nod and walk away before I get caught up talking with them longer than I want. Dealing with them behind the food truck window where I have a whole line of people waiting to be served is one thing, but dealing with them one on one like this will only disappointment th
em. They won’t be getting what they want from me. That won’t change either.
I walk down the stairs that lead to the office and push the door open without knocking. I’m not surprised to find Travis on his knees, between some girl’s thighs.
“My bad. I’ll just wait out here.”
I step out and shut the door behind me, laughing that Travis still hasn’t learned his lesson about locking the door. I can’t count the amount of times I’ve walked in on him either fucking someone or eating someone out in the past. The guy is a huge fucking man-whore.
Minutes later, the door opens to Riley Parks stepping out. She runs a hand through her messy hair and offers me an embarrassed smile, before quickly walking past me.
I shake my head and push the office door open to find Travis sitting on the desk, shirtless with a joint between his lips. “What’s up, brother?” He offers me the joint, so I grab it and take a hit before passing it back. “How’d it go at your sister’s last night?”
“Nothing too exciting about sleeping on a couch, but it’s a hell of a lot more comfortable than yours.” I keep the part about Kennedy feeling me up to myself. It’s no one’s goddamn business except ours; at least until I want my brother to know.
“Well, what can I say? I’m not a chick. I picked that shit out on an app and had it delivered because I hate to shop. It looks cool though.” He shrugs and places the joint between his lips, shaking out his sweaty blond hair.
“How’d it go with Olivia? She show up last night after I left?”
He shakes his head and passes me the joint again. “Nah, she blew up my phone all night, though, apologizing for eye-fucking you. I told her the damage was already done.”
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