by JA Low
“You’re my little sis. I’ll keeping fighting for you till you’re old and gray.” Damn my brother for being sweet when I’m upset with him. “David won’t be bothering you again, okay?”
“What did you do?” I ask him.
“Paid him off.”
“You did what?” Surprised by his comment.
“It’s all sorted now. Please don’t worry anymore.” Rhys kisses my forehead. “I’m off to bed. I’ve had enough excitement for one night.” He extracts himself from my embrace and walks out of the room with Stirling.
“David’s out of your life now.” Nell shrugs.
“Still don’t like that Rhys paid him off. He doesn’t deserve to prosper for what he’s done,” I tell them.
“I know it feels like David’s gaining from all this. Now that he’s gone there’s no chance of him popping up anywhere, he shouldn’t be,” Rainn explains. Maybe she’s right. Maybe it’s for the best.
“Do you think our lives are that different?” I ask, looking between the two of them hoping they will have something enlightened to say about the situation as they both have grown up the exact same way as I.
“I’ve found men can be intimidated by money if they aren’t on the same level as you. But it’s not my fault you can’t handle my life,” Nell muses. “I usually kick them to the curb. Because I’m not here to babysit fragile male egos.”
“Tell them sister.” Rainn high fives Nell.
“Guess I need to stop dating men for their looks then?” The girls all burst out laughing at me.
15
Stirling
I’ve been tossing and turning in my bed unable to sleep. Tonight, was intense and scary for Audrey. Rhys explained how he paid the punk off with a million dollars to never speak or contact Audrey ever again. He said David took the money and ran. Why does she keep picking these idiots? The guy before was some struggling artist and she introduced him to all her rich friends and next thing she knows he dumps her and runs off with one of her friend’s single moms. The guy before was an actor and he got busted cheating with his male co-star. The guy before that was a model and moved to Milan. The list goes on and on. How do any of these men not realize the prize they have with Audrey Davenport in their life? The more time I spend with her one on one the harder it’s getting for me to keep my hands to myself.
Case in point tonight, before the bullshit happened and she pulled me into a secluded corner and kissed me. I was moments away from sinking either a finger or a dick inside of her I was so lost. I’m becoming more and more reckless with the lines I’m crossing with Audrey, and I think it’s going to have to stop soon before we take things too far and we can’t go back across those lines. I’m not the man for her. No matter what I tell myself I can’t change the circumstances of who she is and who I am to her.
The sound of the knob to my bedroom door turning stills me. My heart begins to race wondering who the hell is on the other side. I grab my mobile phone and turn the torch app. Then I see the blonde hair shimmer in the ambient light of the bedroom and relax for a moment knowing it’s only Audrey.
Audrey!
What the hell is she doing in my bedroom at… looking over at the bedside table two twenty-three in the morning. No. Nothing good can come of this.
“You’re awake.” She gasps.
My eyes are drawn to where she is standing in front of the bedroom door and I let out an audible groan when I see what she has on.
Black silk slip. What the hell?
Nope this isn’t good at all.
“What are you doing?” Wondering if she’s sleep walking.
“I couldn’t sleep,” she explains. “And looks like you couldn’t either.”
“Do you mind if I come in and talk for a little bit?” she asks.
“Of course.” I watch as she strides toward me. I try and not take in berrylicious smell or the way her nipples press against the silky fabric or the way the short hem rides up her thighs. Nope. She’s a friend and friends don’t kiss in dark alleys. Friends don’t have dirty thoughts about each other. Friends do not get hard when their friend jumps into bed with them.
“It’s been an interesting night that’s for sure,” I answer, sitting up in my bed. I push my pillow behind my back, watching closely as Audrey jumps into bed and does the same.
“Sure was.” She lays back against the headboard and looks out into the darkness of my room. I’m a little anxious over this whole situation because we’re in Rhys’s home and even if we are friends what we are doing is crossing a line with my best friend. He would kill me. He wouldn’t even ask questions. I would be dead. “Was no one else up?”
“Nope. You were the only one.” She grins.
“What can I help you with then?” Asking her hoping to get whatever she needs to talk about dealt with so that she can go back to her room and sleep in her own bed and I will have my life still in tack in the morning.
“I’ve been thinking about a lot about things,” she muses while playing with the edge of the blanket. “Firstly, I’m pissed off with Rhys.” She turns and looks over at me. Yeah, I didn’t think she was going to be happy about him paying off David.
“He was only trying to protect you,” I explain her brother’s reasoning.
“Protect my reputation,” she answers sarcastically.
“I guess in a sense.”
“This isn’t the 1850’s. My reputation won’t be ruined. I mean what David did is already out there it can’t get any worse,” she explains.
“David seems rather unstable. I mean he flew to London to get you back. So, I think Rhys was making sure that he disappeared from your life for good. You don’t want him popping up at your mom’s events or at a party you are attending or even worse stalk you while you’re on a date.” Audrey nods her head at my suggestions.
“I get it,” she says sadly. “It just proved to him that we live in different worlds by paying off inconveniences.”
“Aud, you do though. You and your friends live a completely different life to everyone else. That’s why your social blows up, that’s why you turned what you and your friends do on the weekends into a job. People aspire to live the life you live.” It’s the only life she knows, so I understand how she doesn’t see it as different but to the millions of people that follow her it’s the complete opposite to their lives.
“So, you’re saying I’m out of touch.” Audrey looks over at me with a frown on her face.
“You know I’m not saying that at all.” Raising a brow at her. “You have a good life and there will be a lot of envious people out there that wish they could have what you have. There will be hangers on like Dior who didn’t grow up with much and then gets accepted by the popular girls and lets the wealth and fame go to her head.”
“I don’t see myself as popular,” she mumbles.
“But you are, Aud.”
“Because of my family’s money and connections?” She answers sarcastically.
“Hey.” Turning around to face her. “It’s because you are awesome. Smart. Beautiful. Funny. A good friend.”
“You think I’m all those things?” She looks up at me through long dark lashes, those doe eyes wide as they stare at me.
“Of course, and so much more, Aud,” I tell her honestly. She rests her cheek against the headboard as we stare at each other in silence for a couple of moments. The air between us shifts. Electricity shoots up my spine and I can feel the magnetic pull between us again.
“Do you think we need to talk about what happened earlier tonight?” Audrey’s eyes fall to my lips before looking back up at me and I can see that hunger again swirling behind those baby blues. We are walking back into the danger zone again but neither one of us can stop it. It’s as if someone else is pulling our strings and commanding us to move closer to each other.
“You know that can’t happen again,” I tell her trying to be strong.
“I know but…” Audrey bites her bottom lip while her eyes hungrily eat me
up. She needs to stop that because I’m not as strong as she thinks I am.
“There can’t be any but’s, Aud.” Be strong man. My eyes notice the strap to her silky nightie has slipped down her creamy shoulder and the slightest of movements could expose her breast. Stop it. Your best friend is on the next level. He probably has a sixth sense about these things and will know you are doing dirty things to his sister. Audrey notices my attention has been pulled by her near nipple slip and as she looks up at me, I can see the devilish grin on her face.
“Oops.” She shrugs her shoulder, and the strap falls all the way down exposing her tit. No. God dammit, Audrey. My hands grip the bed tightly as my dick stands to full attention. Why is she torturing me like this?
“Audrey,” I growl her name through strained teeth.
“We don’t have to anything more than touch.” Her voice purrs. I suck in a deep breath to try and stick to my resolve but instead all I get is a long whiff of her perfume which almost breaks me. “I could feel how much you liked touching me at the club.” Who the hell is this girl?
“You know why I can’t,” I explain through gritted teeth.
“As long as we have our clothes on I don’t think it’s crossing the line, do you?” My brain can’t compute her logic because it’s telling me it sounds like a good plan. “Nothing bad can happen with our clothes on, can it?” Audrey’s being a real temptress and she’s beginning to sway me to the dark side. “I mean we’ve kind of already crossed the line this trip, what’s a little more?” First time could have been played off as a mistake, second time was too much to drink but this third time… there is no excuse for us crossing this line now. “We only go as far as we have before. Then we aren’t crossing any lines we haven’t before.” Is she trying to kill me? That is torture, having a hot and heavy Audrey underneath me in my bed but unable to move past first base, maybe a little of second. She must see me waiver in my resolve because the next thing I know she is straddling me. I can feel the heat radiating from her pussy and my dick has gone and lost his mind as he involuntarily pushes against her. Audrey smiles seductively down at me, knowing she has me hook, line, and sinker.
“I promise, Stirling, I won’t cross over that line with you.”
“I’m not sure if I’m going to be able to stop,” I confess to her.
“Let me take control. I promise I won’t push it further.” Her hands rest against my shoulders as she slowly moves herself against my dick. My hands grip her peachy ass, and my fingers sink into her skin, holding her against me.
“Not sure if I will be able to stop my dick from sinking inside of you.” The words come out harshly and make her grin.
“You’ll regret it the moment you sink inside of me because of where we are.” Reminding me I’m staying at my best friend’s home. “I don’t want you to regret me, Stirling.” Audrey bites her bottom lip.
“Hey,” I say, reaching up and tangling my fingers in her hair. “As much as I curse, moan, and fight about the situation. I can never regret any of the moments with you.” I need her to understand that. “No matter how much I try to forget, you’re always there in my mind.”
“I can’t stop thinking about you either,” she confesses. “I don’t know when things changed between us, but it feels like we have opened Pandora’s box and now we can’t stuff it all back in.” That’s exactly how I’m feeling too.
“Maybe it’s a holiday thing,” I tell her.
“Maybe.” She shrugs not looking convinced. “Or I just like kissing you kind of thing.” She grins down at me.
“It could be that. I’m a very good kisser.” Wiggling my brows in her direction which makes her giggle.
“Not sure if I remember or not,” she playfully teases me.
“Oh, Miss Davenport, let me show you all the ways my lips can move.” Grabbing her face and pulling it to my own. She hungrily opens for me and as soon as our lips met it’s like someone’s thrown a match onto a powder keg.
16
Audrey
Stirling’s lips crashed down on mine, and we consume each other. Teeth clash. Tongues duel. Hands grope. Lips suck. Every nerve ending explodes with each sensation, especially when his lips find my nipple that has escaped my nightie. Teeth teasing the sensitive bud, before lips suck on the overly sensitive skin making me see stars. Stirling is an equal opportunity nipple sucker as he moves from one to the other. Large hands groping my breasts, holding them in place, as he makes me almost come on the spot from his nipple teasing. I rub myself unashamedly against his pajama clothed dick like a cat in heat. Who knew second base could be so erotic? I’ve never had a man devote so much time to my breasts before, but Stirling is going to town and honestly, it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.
“More, I need more.” The words tumble from my lips as the sensations have driven me mad. I’m almost ready to crawl out of my skin and fuck myself I’m so turned on right now.
“Remember we agreed clothes on and nothing more than second base,” Stirling reminds me through gritted teeth as he kisses up my neck sending goosebumps over my body. I curse myself for saying that as I want nothing more than for Stirling to flip me over and screw my brains out. He chuckles at my frustrated groan. “I’ll make second base worthwhile, Aud. Don’t you worry.” As Stirling grabs me and flips me over with force which makes me let out a squeal.
“Sshh,” Stirling hushes me, before clamping a hand over my mouth. “Do you want to get me killed?” I shake my head indicating no because I want him to finish whatever he has planned for me. “Remind me what second base is again?” His green eyes flare with need as he slowly lowers his hand from my mouth for me to answer.
“Urban Dictionary states second base is anything below the belt but hands only,” I explain to him biting my lip. Maybe I should have pushed for third base because I wouldn’t mind his mouth below the belt.
“So, if I did this?” His hand slips between my thighs and runs along the outside of my underwear. A hum falls from my lips as his knuckle runs along my slit, causing friction of my underwear against my clit. If he keeps going like that, I’m going to explode I’m so worked up. “Or is it more like this?” His hand pushes aside the flimsy fabric and he sinks a finger into me. I arch my back as a moan falls from my mouth. “I think I’m going to have to gag you otherwise you are going to be screaming this house down in a moment.” His other hand comes back over my mouth. “Is that okay?” he asks. I nod my head because I am so very okay with his. I didn’t realize Stirling had a kinky side, now I want more. Wonder if he’ll spank me? Biting my bottom lip thinking about that. Stirling raises a brow at me.
“You were thinking of something just then that made your pussy wet?” Oh, my goodness, Stirling does good dirty talk too. This man is going to ruin me for all men, and we are only going to second base. Maybe that’s a good thing because I think he’s going to dickmatize me if we go to far. “Care to share?” I shake my head because it’s one thing to think what I want Stirling to do to me it’s another asking him in such an intimate moment. “My thumb’s rubbing your clit, Audrey. We’re past playing coy.” He has a point. Stirling moves his hand down a little for me to speak. “I’m waiting, little one.” Urgh. He is truly killing me with his words.
“I like having your hand over my mouth,” I hesitantly tell him; my confession making him smirk. “And I was wondering what it would be like if you spanked me.” There I said it. It’s out there into the universe I can’t take it back like Pandora’s box you can’t close it back up again. Stirling raises an inquisitive brow at me.
“I can’t wait until my dick is pressed deep inside of you and feel your pussy tighten at the force of my hand coming down against your ass as I begin to fuck you. It will be glorious.” My eyes widen at his deliciously dirty words, as his fingers go deeper inside of me hitting some long-lost nerve endings that has sparks of electricity shooting up all over my body. His hand covers my mouth again as his fingers begin to play with me. My eyes flutter shut as I
lose myself to the sensations taking over my body. “You feel like perfection,” Stirling whispers into my ear as his fingers bring me close and closer to the edge. He slowly inserts a second finger filling me, stretching me and it’s what I need to bring me higher. His hand begins to quicken the pace and I can hear how wet he is making me until I can’t take it anymore and he pushes me right over the edge and thank goodness his hand was covering my mouth otherwise the house would be awake from that explosive orgasm. Stirling’s fingers don’t let up, he pushes through my orgasm and tries to pull more from me. Oh, my goodness, no. I can’t have another, not so soon. Mind you the guys never try to make me come again so who knows if I could … oh my yes, yes, yes. I can. I can come a second time and quickly and as earth shattering as the first. I’m a liquid mess of happiness now as Stirling slowly brings me back down to earth. My eyes begin to flutter shut as I feel all warm and relaxed and…
“Wake up Audrey.”
Huh. What. Who’s that calling me? Sitting up quickly in my bed trying to work out where the hell I am.
“You were talking in your sleep.” Rainn frowns at me, as she places a cup of coffee on the bedside table. It takes me a couple of moments to get my bearings. Am I in Stirling’s room? Panic hits the pit of my stomach as I look around at the room and try and piece together where the hell I am. Because last night I remember falling asleep in Stirling’s room, but this looks very much like my own.
“You’re acting weird this morning. Are you okay?” Rainn looks down at me as if I’ve lost my mind.
“Yeah, of course. Was a weird night last night and I haven’t had my coffee yet.” Chuckling, hoping my joke will put her off the trail of my weirdness.