Morgan Sisters Duo: Saving Stella & Sloan's Surrender (Attraction #0)

by J B Heller

  We kept making small talk for another hour or so, it was getting late, the city lights were shining brightly through my floor to ceiling windows that ran the length of my living room. It was why I had picked this apartment, not just for the security the complex provided but the amazing view of the city.

  Usually I could lose myself just looking out there, soaking it all in. But not tonight, my memories were too fresh. I was afraid that as soon as Brayden left they would come tumbling back in to haunt not just my sleep tonight but hours leading up to it.

  I decided that I had already shared so much of myself with Brayden tonight that I could ask him this one favour. “Will you stay with me tonight?”

  His jaw dropped open, then closed, then open again. Like a goldfish. He started stammering and I realized what he thought I meant.

  “Oh, no! I just meant, if you would maybe stay and sleep. Nothing else, just sleep. I’m afraid,” I admitted. “That when you leave, my memories will consume me. I’m used to them taking over when I fall asleep, but with them so fresh, I just don’t think—”

  He cut me off before I could finish explaining myself. “I’ll stay. I’ll stay with you all night Stella. I’ll sleep on the couch. Its comfy enough, I mean I’ve been sitting here with you on my lap for the last few hours, I’m sure I can manage one night out here.”

  “I was thinking, that maybe since I’ve been okay with all this…” I gestured between the two of us, still tangled in each other. “That maybe we could try, I don’t know, maybe you could just hold me…in my bed?”

  I felt like a school girl, getting giddy at the thought of spending time with a cute boy. But this was so much worse than that. I had never shared my bed with a man before either, in any sense of the words.

  It would seem that tonight was full of a lot of firsts for me. But I knew I definitely wasn’t ready to cross that one particular first just yet.

  Brayden

  Stella had fallen asleep about an hour after we went to bed. I couldn’t believe I was here. I didn’t sleep with women. I screwed them then bailed. I definitely didn’t cuddle. This was new to me, but I liked it.

  There was something comforting about being here in Stella’s bed holding her while she slept. She looked so peaceful. Her head lay on my chest one arm tucked up between us and the other across my stomach. Every now and then I would pull her just a little tighter to me, just to prove to myself she was real, this, us, was real.

  I don’t know how long I watched her sleeping for. She was just so beautiful. With her soft silky hair spread out over my shoulder, my hand twitched on her tiny waist, I wanted to run my fingers through it again, but I didn’t want to wake her. Instead I just took her in, the curve of her neck, her delicate shoulders, and then my eyes landed on her perfect breasts. My mouth watered. Just looking at them I could imagine sucking on them, showering them with kisses.

  My dick started to strain against my jeans. Shit. I tried to think of something else, anything else, but it didn’t work. I continued my perusal of her curvy little body. God she was perfect. She had a slender waist, but hips and an arse you could grab onto. Just the way I liked my women. I really had to shift my train of thought. My pants were becoming dangerously tight.

  I shifted my focus to the ceiling. She had it painted, it was amazing. Instead of flat white, she had painted huge metallic silver swirls. Twisting and curling in every direction. I hadn’t seen anything like it before. I never would have thought to paint the ceiling. Only thing I ever thought about putting above my bed was a mirror.

  Damn it, my thoughts were about to take a nose dive into the gutter again. Looking around her room I saw she had a photo blown up in black and white on her wall. It was a picture of Stella and Sloan with a woman I assumed was their mother. It looked like it had been taken just a couple of years ago. I didn’t know much about their mother, just that she had died three years ago in a car accident.

  Fixing my gaze on the girls I was amazed at how different they were, even though they are identical. Sloan had shorter hair that she was forever changing the colour of, and all her piercings and tattoos. It’s just who Sloan was. Even her clothes and make-up screamed ‘don’t fuck with me’. Her ‘no fucks given’ attitude was like second skin.

  But Stella, Stella was a whole different thing. With her silky smooth long black hair, lightly tanned skin, and minimal make-up she was innocent and pure. She was so timid, but now that I knew about her past I understood why she was like this. I wanted to help her. Sloan had told me Stella used to have spunk. I wanted to meet that girl.

  I closed my eyes contented with the knowledge that my presence here was bringing her peace.

  Sloan

  It was 9am and I was standing on Bray’s front porch with two cup of coffee I’d picked up on my way over. I had a feeling he’d want to talk about Stella’s panic attack the other night. I hoped she had told him our secret.

  My foot started tapping, what the hell was taking him so long to answer the door? I pulled my phone out of my pocked to call him. Waiting…waiting…waiting…and finally he answers!

  “What!” he whisper yelled into the receiver.

  “Geez its 9am Bray, get your fine arse out of bed and let me inside.” I said with another knock on his front door.

  “I’m not at home Sloan.”

  I furrowed my brows, “Where are you? I brought coffee.”

  “I’m still at Stella’s.”

  What did he just say? No freaking way! Stella still held her V-Card after what that arsehole had done to her she was too scared of men to go near them again. There’s no way she would have put out already. “You don’t have to tell me where you are Bray, but you don’t need to lie to me about being at Stella’s.”

  “I’m not lying, she was scared to be alone last night. She asked me to stay, so I did.”

  Realisation dawned, “She told you, didn’t she? She told you what happened to her when we were eighteen.”

  “Yeah, she did. I’m not going to lie Sloan, it freaked me the fuck out. I was seeing red the whole time she spoke. But then she told me that he’s dead. You did that, didn’t you?”

  I didn’t have many secrets. But the ones I had, I held tight. I’d been friends with Bray for almost six years, he was a good guy, and I knew I could trust him with this. “I’m not going to talk about it okay, all I’m going to say is I took care of it, I did what needed to be done and I don’t regret it.”

  I heard him let out a deep breath on the other end of the line. “Thank you.”

  That’s not what I was expecting to hear. “Why are you thanking me?”

  “Because if you hadn’t taken care of it, I would have. I think I’m falling in love with your sister and the thought of that fucker still being out there, I wouldn’t have been able to deal. I would have hunted him down and gone all Texas Chainsaw Massacre on his arse and ended up in jail for a real long time. So, thank you.”

  I had to stop myself from doing my happy dance on Bray’s porch for the whole street to see. He was falling in love with Stella. I couldn’t be happier. I wasn’t worried about the Texas Chainsaw Massacre thing because there was no need for him to go there, so it was a non-issue for me.

  “I didn’t do it for anyone but Stella. You don’t need to thank me. I’d do it again in a heartbeat. Remember that Bray, don’t fuck this up. Hurt her, and your arse is mine. Understand?”

  “I’d never hurt her, not intentionally. But Sloan, I haven’t done this before, relationships and me, we don’t mix. I’m willing to try for Stella though. I’ll do anything for that girl.”

  “I know you will. You wouldn’t want to have your arse kicked by a girl.”

  “Aw shit, I gotta go Sloan.” With that the line went dead.

  I didn’t care. I’d heard all I needed to. My baby sister was going to be okay.

  Brayden

  I hung up on Sloan and turned around slowly to see a stunned looking Stella standing in her bedroom doorway. I’d slipped out from under
her in my pocket as stealthily as I could when my phone started vibrating. Obviously I was not stealthy enough, because Stella was watching me with glassy eyes. I was pretty sure she had heard our whole conversation.

  “You okay baby?”

  Silence, but she tilted her head to the side.

  I began moving towards her slowly. When I was close enough I reached out to run my hand across her jaw. I hadn’t taken my eyes off hers until now, and hot damn. “Stella, baby, talk to me.”

  “You, you, you’re falling in love with me?” she whispered.

  She had heard our conversation. I was glad that’s the part she focused on, not the part about me going psycho and murdering the guy who attacked her. “Yeah, I think I am. Is that okay?”

  The tears that were gathering in her eyes spilled over, she threw her arms around my neck and her little body crashed into mine. And it felt good, real damn good. I squeezed her tight and lifted her off the ground.

  “I think, I already have.” She breathed against my neck.

  I gently placed her on her feet, letting her body slide down the length of mine. I grew hard at the intimate contact. “You already have what, Stella?”

  “Fallen in love with you.” She was nibbling on her bottom lip, damn if I didn’t want to be doing that right now, and looking at her feet.

  The hugest smile spread across my face. I had known she had strong feelings for me, for her to open up and trust me with her story. But love? I was one lucky bastard. I honestly don’t think I’d ever been happier.

  She was still looking down at her feet. I brought one of my arms around and lifted her chin. She was nervous. Her green eyes were filled with shadows. “What are you thinking Stella?”

  “Well, I umm, I wasn’t planning on saying that. Now I feel a bit awkward, and I don’t know where to go from here. I wasn’t even sure that’s how I felt until I said it. You’re too good to be true, I’m worried I’m going to wake up and this will all be a sick twisted dream of a life I wish I could have.”

  “I’m not going anywhere, Stella, ever. I'll never be further than a phone call away. You call and I’ll come running. Like the song,” I grinned and winked then continued, “Feel me now, feel the heat between our bodies. That’s real Stella. I was trying to convince myself of the same thing last night. But now I know I’ve never felt anything so real in my life. As for where we go from here, we go wherever you want baby. Fast, slow, I don’t care as long as it’s together.”

  I watched as the shadows cleared from her eyes just like rain clouds after a storm. Her beautiful eyes were greener today. Shining like emeralds. “Can I kiss you Stella?”

  I wanted to take her to bed and show her just how real we were together, but I didn’t think she was ready for that yet. Not after everything she’s been through. I was prepared to take it as slow as I had to. She was worth it. No doubt in my mind.

  She nodded eagerly. Her shiny dark hair fell across her face. Anticipation like I’d never known filled me. I reached up to cup her face, running my fingers into her silky locks I tilted her face up to meet mine. As my lips grew closer to hers I felt sparks of electricity jumping between us.

  As soon as my lips made contact I had to reign myself in. I wanted to devour her. She was so incredibly sweet. I swiped my tongue across her bottom lip, begging for entrance, I could have cried for joy when she opened up for me. My tongue slipped into her warm mouth, massaging hers in a slow torturous rhythm.

  My tongue rode hers the way I wanted to be riding her. My cock was so hard, the zipper of my jeans was making its mark. Unknowingly I’d backed her up against the wall. She was panting, I slid my hands down her curves and grabbed her arse, and she let out moan that nearly had me coming in my pants.

  I squeezed her arse harder, before moving my hands to her thighs and lifting her. She wrapped her legs around my waist. I nestled the hard ridge in my pants against her and started moving. I couldn’t help it, she felt so good.

  She was pulling at my hair and arching her back, bringing her warmth closer to my cock. I had to stop, I had to. Stella wasn’t ready for this yet. Telling myself I had to stop and actually stopping were two very different things.

  I forced my lips to leave hers, groaning at the loss, she startled me when she began licking and sucking at my neck. My cock was now painfully erect. I don’t think I’d ever been this hard.

  Fuck this.

  I pulled her body away from the wall and walked her back into the bedroom laying her on the bed I took a step back to calm myself. Running my hands through my hair just staring at her, I probably looked like a crazed stalker. But she was just so God damn beautiful. Watching her as she lay there panting, I knew this girl would bring me to my knees over and over again.

  Then she went and tilted her head to the side, I was done for.

  Regret began to show on her face, “What’s wrong Brayden? Did I do something wrong?”

  “Oh God no, baby.” I was on her in an instant. “I was just trying to slow my roll, you know. I don’t want you to feel pressured or anything. We’ll do this at your pace. You lead, and I’ll follow.”

  Her tiny hands were running up and down my back. She reached for the hem of my shirt and started to pull it up my body. I could feel her finger tips caressing my skin and my senses burst to life. I helped her pull my shirt right off and threw it on the floor.

  Her hot little gaze travelled slowly down my torso. She liked what she saw. I hadn’t met a woman who didn’t. I never gave a shit what they thought though, but Stella, the way she was eating me up with her eyes set my skin on fire.

  I dropped my head, finding her lips again, I devoured her. She wrapped her arms and legs around me and I let out an involuntary moan. My hips were moving of their own accord. I wanted in her so badly I was in physical pain. My lips travelled the line of her jaw, down her throat, back up to nibble on her ear.

  I was losing control of myself. Losing myself to Stella.

  Stella

  My body was filled with heat. I could feel moisture pooling between my legs. I’d never taken things this far when I was younger, this was my limit. But I’d never, not once been this turned on. My hips were undulating, grinding my pelvis against his. I wanted him inside me so badly.

  My body wasn’t my own. It was Brayden’s now. He bit down on my ear then laved the small hurt with his tongue, sucking my lobe into his mouth. I couldn’t help but wish his mouth was further south doing that very same thing.

  No man had ever had that part of me. But I wanted to give it to Brayden.

  “Brayden, please...” My voice was strange to my own ears, breathy. I was panting.

  “What do you need baby? Just tell me, I’ll give you whatever you want Stella. Just say the words.”

  Say the words! Out loud. I couldn’t do that. But my body was begging my mind to cave, to give into my desires. “I, I ah, I can’t. Just please Brayden, make me feel good.”

  “I won’t take it all today Stella, but I have to taste more of you.”

  His words sent a bolt of lightning straight to my core. I was pulsing with need. I was drenched, I could feel it in my panties. I couldn’t stay still as his heavy body lifted slightly from mine. He rained kisses down my neck, my collar bone then he came to my neglected breasts. My back arched pushing my boobs into his face.

  His mouth dropped to my taunt nipple that was trying to escape the confines of my bra and top. He bit down and my back lifted further off the bed. His hands were sliding my top up my stomach slowly, too slowly. I needed more, now. I let go of him and grabbed my top ripping it off, throwing it somewhere, I didn’t care where.

  His eyes widened in shock. I liked that I could do that to him. He licked his lips while he stared at my lace covered breasts. Pulling the soft cups down with his fingers his eyes widened even further when he saw that I had my nipples pierced. They had delicate little green gems in the bars. “Fuck me.” He breathed.

  His words came out in a moan as his mouth closed over my right
nipple. His hands were making quick work of the yoga pants I had worn to bed. Before I realised it they were gone, as were my panties. The combined sensation of his fingers delving into my wetness and his mouth pulling on my nipple sent me over the edge.

  My hips were moving in time with his fingers, I clutched his hair so tightly I thought I might pull it out, my head thrashing side to side until I finally began to come down from the ride he’d just sent me on.

  Panting and sated, I lay there in a bubble of bliss. I felt his eyes on me. I glanced down to see him staring at me in awe.

  One side of my lips lifted in a grin. “Best orgasm EVER.”

  “I aim to please. That was by far the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. Watching you come, there are no words. But I’m not done with you yet.”

  He was smiling and his eye brows were bouncing. I just wanted to lay there and soak it all in. My body was still singing with the after effects of my orgasm. My own hands have never brought me that much pleasure. “What pray tell do you plan to do with me now?” I said on a light laugh.

  “I’m hungry Stella. Real hungry.” He growled.

  Before I registered his words, his head was between my legs. It was amazing! My hands found his hair again. I tried not to push his face down, but my hands had a mind of their own. I wasn’t even embarrassed by the sounds I was making. I was so lost in all that was Brayden and his talented tongue.

  It wasn’t long before my body was coming off the bed, my head thrashing and a scream worked its way up my throat. I couldn’t move. I was exhausted. I closed my eyes in an attempt to ground myself.

  Brayden’s warm arms wrapped around me, pulling me into his side. “Sleep baby. I'll keep you safe.”

  And I did.

  Brayden

  There was no better feeling than holding a sated Stella in my arms. After her second orgasm her body went limp. I’m pretty sure she hasn’t been with a guy at all. She was so tight with just two of my fingers inside her, and then when her inner walls started clenching with her orgasm I thought she was going to break them.