“I think he snapped out of it. He’s afraid of my brother finding out because I guess he was specifically told not to touch me. It seems like every day, we’re getting a little bit closer though. We’ll push past that imaginary line we’re not supposed to cross.”
She smiles. “I’m sure you will. Just give it time.”
Destiny ends up leaving me alone in the store for the rest of the day. It’s mostly dead. I fold and put away clothes, sort through jewelry, and restock the shelves of shoes and handbags we’ve sold. I make little notes to let her know what I’m not seeing in the storage room in case we need to put in an order, and I clean up the store some by sweeping the floors, wiping down surfaces, and facing the shelves. Before I know it, it’s going on five. I lock the door while I count down my drawer and drop the money in the safe.
I get home around five-thirty and find Brad and Hudson sitting on the couch, drinking beer and watching an MMA fight on TV. I had forgotten that it was Friday and that Brad didn’t have to work tonight. It really dampens my mood. I was hoping for a little alone time with Hudson again tonight, but there’s nothing I can do but grab a beer and sit between them on the couch.
When a commercial comes on, I get up and change into a pair of cotton shorts and pull on a hoodie before refilling everyone up on snacks. I take my place back between them and prop my feet up on the table. I can’t help but to feel like I’m being watched. I glance at Brad, whose eyes are on the TV, and then at Hudson, who’s dazing off as he stares at my legs. I wiggle my toes, getting his attention. His eyes jump up to mine, and his face flushes before he forces them back to the TV.
As we watch, Hudson makes sure to keep his eyes locked on the TV, not even looking at the bowl of popcorn on the table as he grabs a handful. Brad and Hudson talk like old friends, taking bets on the fights and rubbing it in the other’s face when they win. They’re like a bunch of children, but it makes me happy seeing them like this. It takes me back to those days so long ago where we were all just a bunch of kids with our whole lives ahead of us. It makes a warmth break out in my chest that takes over my whole body, making me feel safe and protected.
5
Hudson
Those long legs. Those pink painted toes. It’s all I can stare at. Her short-ass shorts are teasing me. Hell, I bet she doesn’t even have any panties on under them. If she did, I’d had noticed the line on her ass beneath them, but it’s as smooth as can be. I’m not even watching the fight anymore. All I can think about is how those long, tanned legs felt wrapped around my hips. Her legs look so damn soft, I just want to reach out and run my hand up one. But Brad sitting right next to us makes that idea stop before I act on them. I wish there was some way around his rule. I wish he would see the type of guy I am and know that she’s safe and protected when it comes to me. There’s no need to protect her from me. On second thought, all I want is to fuck her over and over and over again. Maybe she does need to be protected.
I shake my head at myself and take another drink of my beer. I watch her out of the corner of my eye. She rolls her head to the side and cracks her neck. Every so often, she stretches or readjusts the way she’s sitting. It’s easy to see how wound up she is. She’s been working from sunup to sundown in hopes of saving up the money she needs to get her own place. She needs to take it easy, enjoy being young.
“I have to use the bathroom,” Deven says, placing her beer on the coffee table and heading toward the bathroom.
Brad’s phone rings from his pocket and he answers it. “Hello?” There’s a long pause before he says, “Damn it, Kevin. Can’t you ever do anything right?”
I look over at him, wondering who in the hell he’s talking to.
“I’ll swing by and pick it up, but I better not miss any of this fight because your dumbass employees can’t remember to fill their car with gas.” He hangs up and looks at me. “Can you believe this? I have to go pick up the pizza because Kevin can’t hire anyone but teenagers to deliver pizzas. And guess who’s the most irresponsible people on the planet? That’s right, teenagers. Dumbass forgot that the car runs on gas. No gas, no go,” he says, shaking his head as he sits on the edge of the couch and pulls on his shoes.
“Just pause it, man. I can wait,” I offer.
“Really? You sure?”
“Yeah, it’s fine.”
“Okay, thanks bro. I’ll only be about ten minutes.” He picks up the remote, hits the pause button, then sets it back down as he stands and leaves the apartment.
Sitting alone with no distractions, I feel a familiar pull in my chest. I stand up and walk to the bathroom door. She opens it and comes to a dead stop when she sees me standing right in front of her.
“What are you—” she starts, but I silence her when I press my mouth to hers. Immediately, she kisses me back, blindly, full of passion. Her arms wrap around my neck as my hands find her ass, picking her up against me. I walk us into the bathroom and sit her on the edge of the sink. I kick the door closed behind us and lock it quickly.
“What are you doing? Where’s Brad?” she asks against my lips.
“I can’t get you off my fucking mind,” I say, kissing her hard while my hand works its way up her shorts. When my finger brushes against her bare core, she lets out a moan. Just as I thought, no panties. I circle her clit with my fingers a couple of times, and it’s like the floodgates have been opened. She’s instantly wet for me. I slide two fingers deep inside her sheath. “You’ve been a bad girl, marching around in these little outfits, not wearing a bra or panties. Bad girls get punished,” I grind out between my teeth as I watch her. Her eyes flutter closed, and her mouth falls open with her heavy gasps.
Using my other hand, I push up her sweatshirt, finding her bare breast. I pinch her nipple as my fingers work her over the edge. She lets out a moan and begs for more like the dirty girl she is. While my fingers move inside her, I lower my mouth to her nipple and softly bite down. Her fingers lace into my hair, pulling me closer.
“Hudson, fuck, don’t stop. Please, don’t stop,” she breathes out, tugging my hair.
“This isn’t for you, Deven,” I say, pulling my mouth away from her breast and watching the expressions on her face change as I push her closer and closer. “This is for me. I can’t fuck you, but I’m sure as fuck going to have this image in my head later.” I kiss her hard, biting her bottom lip as I pull away. “Come for me, Deven, before we get caught.” As my fingers slide in and out of her, my thumb applies pressure to her bundle of nerves. Her breathing picks up and her moans grow louder. “Now, Deven,” I demand. “Fucking come on my hand. Show me how badly you want me inside you.” I nip her lip again.
“Please, fuck me,” she begs.
“Oh, I’m going to fuck you alright…but not until I’m good and fucking ready. You want me, you gotta work for it. Now come for me.” One final demand, and her inner muscles squeeze around my fingers and her moans are so loud, I have to use my free hand to cover her mouth. She bites my palm, making my dick ache to be inside her again. I don’t stop or slow down until I feel her loosen around me and her moans have quieted.
I withdraw my hand from her, and her eyes find mine. They’re glassy, her skin flushed. I suck her juices off one of my fingers and want to fucking come from her sweetness on my tongue. Without a word, I exit the bathroom and take my place back on the couch. I lean forward and grab my beer, finishing it off. I stand and walk to the kitchen for another. Just as I’m walking back into the living room, Brad comes in with a pizza in his hand.
“Alright, let’s get this fight going again.” He sets the box on the coffee table and takes his seat, hitting play on the remote. “Dev, pizza’s here,” he shouts. He looks at me. “She still in the bathroom?”
I shrug. “I guess.”
He shakes his head. “Women…who knows what she’s doing in there.”
Deven comes out and takes her place between us. Her skin is still slightly flushed, and her eyes are still glassy.
Brad glances
over at her. “You been crying in there?” he asks, scrunching up his nose and drawing his brows together.
“No, why?”
“Your face is a little red, and your eyes, they look funny.”
She snorts. “Probably just the beer.”
“You’ve only had one. You’re cut off. Now shut up and eat your pizza.” He ruffles her hair, and she smacks his shoulder but leans forward and steals a slice. She glances at me quickly, the corner of her mouth turning up into a small grin. I want to return her smile, but I can’t. I grind my teeth together and wonder how long I’ll be able to hold myself back. I’m slipping more and more each day. Yesterday, a kiss, and today, I slide my hand up her shorts. What the fuck am I going to do tomorrow?
Nothing, because as soon as this fight is over, you’re going to take a shower and jerk off, getting rid of every drop that’s been backed up for her. Once I get everything cleared out of my head, there won’t be a problem. I just can’t allow myself to get horny around her. Everything will be fine.
When the fight ends, Deven decides she’s ready for bed, and Brad is already drunk and starting to pass out. He heads for his room and I go for a shower. I turn the water on and step beneath the flow. I wash my hair and body quickly. Then, as planned, I take myself in hand, pumping up and down while thinking about how I had her on that sink, legs spread and begging me to fuck her. It only takes minutes before I’m spilling every last drop onto the shower floor. As I dry off, I think about how getting off alone is nothing like getting off with her. It’ll never be the same. It’ll never hold me over. All I did was delay the inevitable. Sooner or later, I will fuck up and throw caution to the wind. Sooner or later, I will own her again. I just need to figure out how to hold it off and how to get away with it without risking Brad’s and my friendship. I don’t know any other way to go about it. He’s made the rules clear. I agreed. I can’t go back, but I can’t stop either.
I shake my head as I wrap my towel around my waist. Opening the door, I step out into the dark hallway. The apartment is deathly quiet as I enter my room and close the door behind me. I pull on a pair of basketball shorts and slide into bed. My eyes close, and the only thing I see is her, her parted lips, and her dark eyes. I can hear her begging me, making me hard all over again. I’m fighting an endless battle here, one I know I’m destined to lose. It’s a horrible thing to only want the one thing that you know you can’t have. I could have any other woman, so why do I want her?
I force my eyes to stay closed and push her from my mind, instead focusing on my interview at the fire department tomorrow. I need rest if I’m going to pull this off. I’ll need hours and hours of training. I need to bring my A-game, not my sorry I didn’t get enough sleep because I’m mentally torturing myself by imagining my best friend’s sister beneath me game. My body finally gives in, and sleep takes me. Yet, even in sleep, I can’t escape her. I dream of her. I smell her on my fucking pillow and on my sheets. I feel her warmth. I can still taste her.
In the morning, I wake and feel like I haven’t gotten any sleep at all. My body is stiff and tired, and I feel like I didn’t move all night long. With a groan, I sit up and push the blankets back. I roll my neck and listen as it pops a dozen times before I push myself out of bed to use the bathroom and grab a drink. When I exit the bathroom, I find her sound asleep on the couch in the living room. I gaze down at her beautiful face as she sleeps. Her long, dark lashes are fanned out across her cheeks, and her lips slightly parted. She looks completely at ease, which is a nice change. She’s beautiful, but she always looks like she’s stressed or annoyed. Hell, living with me, she probably is.
“What are you doing?” Brad asks, stepping out of the kitchen to find me standing and watching her sleep.
I wave him off. “I was just thinking about drawing something on her face to see how long it would take her to notice,” I lie, walking past him to grab a glass of water.
He chuckles as he follows me back into the kitchen. “That would be some funny shit. What were you thinking about drawing? I got some markers in my room.”
I laugh. “I don’t know. I don’t want to be an ass. I was just about to forget about it when you walked in.”
“Nah, this is great. It’s something a big brother would do. I’m glad you’re treating her like she’s your own sister. Makes me proud to call you my friend.” He walks up and hugs me quickly, making me feel as low as dirt. Fuck. I’m really fucking this up. I can’t trade Brad over for a good time with his sister, no matter how life changing, earth shatteringly perfect it would be. I have to put a stop to these thoughts I’m having about her. I have to keep my eyes and hands to myself for that matter. It’s not hard. I’ve been in the army, fought wars, grew up with four older brothers. I can handle one tiny woman.
I quickly drink down my water and then head back to my bedroom to get dressed. When I walk out, Deven and Brad are both in the kitchen arguing over breakfast.
She looks at me. “Hudson, what do you want? Eggs or French toast?”
“Sorry, I can’t be your tie breaker today, guys. I have an interview at the fire department.”
“What? That’s great, buddy,” Brad says.
Deven smiles, but her eyes glaze over. “Yeah, good luck. Firemen are hot!”
I snort and Brad smacks her on the arm. “He’s my friend. Mine. You stay away,” he teases, but there’s truth to it.
She shrugs her shoulders. “I just meant that maybe he could hook me up with some of his hot firemen buddies after he gets the job.”
“Not any better,” I tell her, grabbing my keys off the kitchen table.
“What are you even doing with your life?” he asks Deven as I’m walking out.
“What do you mean? A girl’s gotta get laid once in a while.”
“Ewwww. I don’t want to hear anything about your sex life. Keep it to yourself,” he says as I’m walking out and shutting the door behind me.
I laugh and shake my head as I’m heading down the stairs. I hate that they’re so close, but I love it at the same time. I have a feeling they need one another more than either of them lets on. That’s another reason why I can’t fuck this up. Brad only has Deven, and Deven only has Brad now that their father’s passed away and they’re no longer speaking with their mother after Deven was kicked out for whatever reason. It still drives me crazy that I don’t know the full story there, but I intend on finding out. Maybe I can refuse to fuck her again until she tells me. No! I can’t do that! Have I even been listening to myself?
Fuck. I’m going crazy.
I walk back into the apartment a couple hours later, and Brad and Deven are both sitting on the couch. “I got the job!” I cheer and they both stand up, cheering with me. “My training starts first thing Monday morning.
“That’s awesome, Hudson. Congrats,” Deven says, hugging me.
I hug her quickly but push her away before Brad can think anything of it.
“So, did you meet any firefighters that may have a thing for me?” She smiles wide.
I laugh it off but head to the kitchen for a drink. Deven follows me in. I open the fridge, grab a soda, and then stand up, leaning against the counter.
“What’s up?” I ask, taking a sip.
She shrugs. “Last night?” she whispers.
I shrug. “What about it?” I act like I have no idea what she’s talking about.
She rolls her dark eyes. “The bathroom. Did you mean what you said?”
“What’d I say?”
“You said that you—”
Brad walks in and she quickly changes her sentence. “We’re going to go horseback riding. Are you still going to do that?”
“Oh,” I say, glancing back and forth between her and Brad. “I’m not sure. I have to call my brother.”
“Well, if you go, can I go with you? I love horses and haven’t ridden one since I was a kid. It’d really mean the world to me.” She bats her lashes and smiles wide.
Brad looks over at me. “She
really does love horses. Come on, make her day,” he insists.
I scoff. “Fine. But I get the good horse.”
She squeals and jumps up and down, clapping her hands. “Thank you, thank you, thank you. I’m going to change.” She rushes out of the room, leaving me alone with Brad.
“Guess I’m going horseback riding,” I mumble.
He laughs. “Welcome to getting guilt tripped by your sister,” he teases, now that he sees me as her big brother too.
“Thanks for the help.” I act annoyed by having her tag along, but truth is, it excites me.
“Sorry, bro. Gotta learn sooner or later how to dodge them sister eyes.” He walks out of the kitchen, leaving me alone.
I call Drake and he says it’s cool if we come out. We load up in the truck, and as soon as we’re out of the parking lot, she’s sliding into the middle, placing her hand on my thigh, so close to my aching dick.
“Deven,” I grind out.
“Yes?” she asks, looking at me all sweetly, like she doesn’t know what she’s doing, but she knows exactly what she’s doing.
“I’ve been thinking about everything. You, Brad, me. And I really think it’s in everyone’s best interest if we just stay friends, keep things G-rated.”
She scoffs and rolls her eyes as her head lulls back against the seat. “Again with this shit? Hudson, I’m a grown woman. I can make my own decisions.”
“I know,” I say. “It’s just that Brad’s my friend. I don’t like lying to him or all this sneaking around.”
“Really? I think the sneaking around is kind of hot.”
I can’t lie. I do too. It’s really fucking hot. Something is always more fun where you have to sneak to do it. Stolen food tastes the best, forbidden fruit is the sweetest. “I just…I don’t know.”
“Don’t you want me?”
“You have no fucking idea how many times I’ve daydreamed of fucking you until you beg me to stop.”
“Then do it, and don’t think about anything else. Fuck the consequences.”
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