by Terry Towers
I laughed softly. “We weren’t always friends. I wasn’t too happy with you guys through high school, when our parents first got together.”
He laughed with me. “No one really gets along in high school.”
I wanted to pull back and look into his eyes, but the warmth and strength of his arms around me felt too good for me to do anything but stay secure in his embrace. I needed his strength and the security he made me feel. “I’m scared that it’s just stress. That we’re behaving in ways we wouldn’t normally, because everything else in our lives is falling apart.”
“That’s hardly the case.” He pulled back from me, just slightly, and captured my chin in his hand. “If anything, the issues we’re having is just showing us what really matters and what we really want.”
“I don’t think you’ve thought this through.” This was one of my biggest fears verbalized—that when things began to smooth out in our lives, he’d realize this was all one big anxiety-driven mistake. I wasn’t so fully invested yet that I couldn’t still guard my heart, but if I were to give myself to one of the brothers now, or even both, I would be setting myself up for a soul-crushing pain in the future.
“It’s all I’ve thought about for the past twelve hours Andrea. Since last night, my God. I can’t deny what I’ve been feeling for you any longer. I won’t. Not now when I know it’s real.”
“Last night messed with you, making you think you want this.” I started to pull away, but he only let me get just far enough away that he could lower his head and kiss me.
“That’s bullshit, and you know it,” he whispered as he lowered his lips to mine.
I shuddered as his lips came down onto mine with passion and purpose. Unlike last night, his kiss was sure and demanding.
God, oh god! The words went spinning through my mind. But despite my apprehension and fear, I couldn’t help but let myself go with him. It felt so good to give up all control to him.
My lips parted, inviting him in. He look the invitation, his tongue slipping between my lips, searching out mine. As our tongues touched, a bolt of desire rushed down my spine and ignited a fire between my legs. Slipping my arms around his neck, I pressed myself flush against his hard frame.
All thought slipped away from me, and my mind went blank, and all concerns drained from my consciousness. All that mattered at that moment was the feel of him and the adrenaline rushing through my being with him.
My hands grasped his cotton shirt at the shoulders as our tongues danced. As I pressed against him, my pelvis beginning to rock against him, the feel of his hardening shaft sent another rush through me, and my hands tightened on his shirt.
His lips left mine and began to work their way along my jawline. Lifting my chin, I closed my eyes and let my head fall back, giving him access to my neck as his lips reached my earlobe. I giggled, the warmth of his breath tickling my ear, but I didn’t pull away. The feeling changed from a slight tickle to pleasure as he used his teeth and tongue to tease his way down the side of my neck.
“Oh, Eric,” I gasped.
“Andrea.” As he said my name, he spun me around and back me against the bar, pinning me between the bar and his hard body. My hands slid from his shoulder, downwards over his chest. Damn, all that time in the gym had paid off. Even through a layer of cotton, I could feel the hard lines of muscle. My hands reached the bottom of his shirt, and they snaked their way underneath.
Eric inhaled sharply, his lips now at the crook of my neck and shoulder, his body tensing under my fingertips.
“Dammit Andrea, I’ve wanted you for so long,” he groaned, his lips coming back up to mine again.
“I-” I didn’t have a chance to finish what I was about to say. His lips came crashing down on mine again, forceful and demanding. I gave in to him, my hands slipping to his back and fingernails digging into his flesh.
He growled against my lips, his left hand coming up my back and slipping into my hair. He fisted my hair, the strands tightening against my scalp. My fingernails dug deeper into his solid flesh. Eric’s hands lowered to my hips, and grabbing onto my waist, he lifted me up and onto the bar.
I whimpered softly from the loss of his lips and feel of his body. What in the hell was he doing? Things were just getting hot. I looked down at him, the questions I was thinking in my eyes, silent. His gaze locked with mine, and there was a hunger so intense in his eyes it made my entire body tremble.
He stepped forward, closing the distance between us, and he kissed the front of my neck, just under my chin. My head fell back, and I exposed my neck to him. As his lips worked their way down my neck, his fingers went to work with the buttons on my blouse. I froze a moment as the reality of the situation we were in hit me. But I didn’t have long to ponder it, because within the matter of seconds, my form-fitting white blouse was unbuttoned, and his lips were working their way across my collarbone.
Gripping the edge of the bar, I shuddered as his fingers made short work of the front clasp on my bra. My bra sprang open, exposing my breasts to him. That’s when I began to panic, despite the need that was so strong within me that I could barely think.
“Eric, maybe,” I muttered, looking down at him as he dipped his head and his mouth caught my left nipple. His teeth gently nipped at my nipple and I groaned. “My god!”
“What was that?” he teased, his tongue swirling around the hardening nub as his hand cupped the other breast, his thumb brushing against the nipple.
My panties were getting moist and uncomfortable, so I spread my legs a little wider, trying to relieve some of the pressure building between them. Arching my back, I thrust my nipple deeper into his mouth, my hands slipping down his body to his lower back.
Fuck! I wanted him, I wanted him so badly that every inch of my body ached for him. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I pulled him tighter to me. If I didn’t stop this soon, I wouldn’t be able to stop it. It would become a runaway train that wouldn’t stop until it reached its destination. And my god, I wanted to take that trip with him.
Eric tugged at my hair, pulling me backwards laying me across the bar. As I lay back, his lips left my breast and started moving south, down my body. My pulse accelerated as his lips moved down the valley of my breasts and slowly down my torso. As he kissed his way down body, the warmth of his breath on the newly moist skin sent shivers down my spine. I lifted my head and watched his progression, the sight of him moving closer and closer to the ache between my legs almost as arousing as the feel of him— almost.
As his lips and tongue reached my stomach, I froze for just a millisecond. Was I wearing nice lace or sheer panties or grannies? As he pushed the black skirt I was wearing up, I noticed a flash of pink and breathed a sigh of relief. The pink lace ones were sexy—thank goodness. Though if I were to give it any thought, Eric had unloaded my laundry on many occasions and seen my unmentionables, including my grannie and period panties, many times over the years. But that was in my laundry basket, not covering my pussy.
His lips moved to my inner thigh, and damn, he was going to torture me. My body trembled as the need intensified. The anticipation was killing me.
His mouth was moving slow, too slow, excruciatingly slow. How could he be so cruel? He must know this was sheer torture.
“Please!” I begged. I couldn’t stop myself, the word spilling out of my mouth before I even knew it.
He stopped about two inches away from the apex between my legs and lifted his head to look up at me. “Please?” He cocked up a brow, and a grin slowly spread across his lips. “Please what?”
“Umm.” My mouth dropped open and I didn’t know how to reply. Please what? Surely he knew what? Wasn’t it obvious?
“Tell me what you’re begging for. Say it.”
“Begging? I wouldn’t say-” before I could finish what I was about to say, he stuck a finger under the sheer material covering my mound and slipped it between my wet folds. But he wouldn’t enter me, he just slid his finger back and forth between my folds
.
“Oh god, god, god! Eric, please!”
He kissed a little further up my leg until his breath teased my already throbbing core. “Tell. Me. What. You. Want.”
“I… Mmmm.” I squirmed against his finger hoping to impale myself on his digit. He wouldn’t allow me.
Removing his finger, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of my panties and paused. Again, he looked up and his gaze locked onto mine. “Tell me, or this ends now.”
For a brief second, I thought of telling him to stop the madness before it was too late. But that was a fleeting thought at best. I wanted, needed the pleasure, and I’d deal with the fallout later. “I want you. I want your tongue on me. And in me.”
The cocky grin that I both loved and hated spread across his lips again as he began to pull my panties down over my hips and legs. Pulling my panties off completely, he balled them up in his hand and stuffed them into the back pocket of his jeans.
As he spread my legs and placed a kiss on my shaved mound, I felt another surge of need. Keeping my elbows behind me, bracing myself up, I watched as his head dipped, and he kissed my mound again. His fingers parted my moist folds, and his tongue lashed out and swept across the length of my slit.
“Oh! Oh god!” He did it again, and my stomach clenched, my hands fisting the edge of the bar.
His finger returned, but this time, it slipped into me, and I cried out, bucking against his hand. As his finger began to stroke my inner wall, his tongue moved to my clit, flicking against the swollen nub. The sight of him between my legs took me to new heights of arousal. Closing my eyes, I let my head fall back again and indulged as his finger and tongue flicked and stroked me into a frenzy.
The intensity of the pleasure pushed me higher and higher, and just when I thought I couldn’t take another moment, it all stopped. “Wha -”
“You’re going to come in my mouth.”
I didn’t have a chance to ask my question, because his tongue replaced his finger, thrusting into my core. Grabbing my legs, he positioned them over his shoulders, angling me so each time, his tongue thrust into me at just the right spot to make me cry out with each thrust.
And each one pushed me closer to the edge, making me thrust up into his mouth in time with his movements. Closer. So much closer. My body trembled, my stomach tightened like it was in knots, and I knew I was moments from the explosion.
“Close. Oh god. Eric!” Just as I said his name, my insides tightened, and then I screamed out his name as a wave of relief washed over me so intense it brought tears to my eyes. He didn’t stop, didn’t even slow down as the juices from my relief greeted his probing tongue. He lapped up my orgasm as if it were the greatest thing he’d ever tasted. But he didn’t stop, and instead, his finger began to work with his tongue.
“Eric, I don’t know if I can-” I tried to move away, not sure if I could take another orgasm like that one so soon, but he held me in place, and this time my orgasm was came fast. So fast and hard that I feared I would pass out of the pleasure. But of course, I didn’t. Instead, I flopped back fully onto the bar, panting hard. I couldn’t even whimper a protest when he removed his mouth from my pussy.
After a moment, I felt him lean over me, and his lips ghosted mine. Moaning softly, I reached out to him, holding on as he deepened the kiss. His tongue and mouth tasted of me, and dammit, tasting myself on his lips was so arousing that if it weren't for the fact I’d come hard twice already, I would have been ready to go again. But I was spent. So spent that all I wanted to go was go home, lie next to him, and go to sleep. Tomorrow, we’d deal with the repercussions of what we'd just done.
But I couldn’t. We had a bar to open.
He pulled away from me, but not fully. “Open your eyes, Andrea.”
I obeyed, slowly opening my eyes and looking up at him. “This wasn’t a mistake, and it wasn't any other silly idea you might get in that beautiful head of yours.” Taking my hands in his, he straightened up, pulling me up and into a sitting position on the bar.
“I wasn’t-”
“I know you. And yes, it wouldn’t take much time for you to convince yourself this is wrong, or bad, or god-only-knows. But I’m telling you now, it isn’t.”
“It isn’t,” I repeated.
“Do you believe that?” He looked concerned, really concerned.
I nodded. “Yes.”
The concerned expression slowly left his face, and a smile replaced it. God, I loved his smile, his entire face seemed to light up, carrying through to his dark eyes. “Good.” He leaned over and nipped my chin, then placed a light kiss on my lips. “Because tonight, after we close, we’re going to finish what we don’t have time to finish now.”
Sliding off of the bar, I wrapped my arms around his waist and pressed myself against him, nestling my face against his neck. “I need you to hold me.”
He didn’t hesitate. He held me tight while stroking my hair, and amazingly, all anxiety I’d been feeling for what felt like forever evaporated. I felt taken care of and loved. In his arms, it felt like nothing could ever hurt me, and I never wanted that feeling to go away.
“It’s all going to be okay, Andrea. You’ll see.”
I nodded against his neck. “Thank you.”
“There’s only one thing.”
One thing? Confused, my brow furrowed as I pulled back just far enough to be able to look up and into his eyes. “What?”
He pulled my panties from his back pocket and dangled them before my eyes. “I’m keeping these.”
I reached out to snatch them from his fingertips, but he was too quick, shoving them into the front pocket of his jeans. “I need those!”
“You do not.” He grinned and took a step back.
“I do, I’m wearing a skirt!” I straightened my mid-thigh length skirt as I spoke.
“I know,” he winked at me, “it made what we just did so much easier. I do love you in that skirt, by the way.”
I scowled at him. “You just love how easy it makes this for you.”
“I won’t deny that.”
“Eric, please!” I lunged at him, trying to grab the panties from his back pocket. He was way too fast for me, not that I expected to get them from him anyhow. When Eric got his mind set on something, it was next to impossible to sway him, and in this instance, what he had his mind set on was keeping my panties.
“Ohhh, I do love it when you beg.”
I huffed. He was enjoying this way too much. Not wanting him to get the better of me, I planted my hands on my hips and shrugged, fully aware that my short and bra was still undone and that his eyes were now fixated on my breasts. “Fine. I don’t need them anyhow.”
“Good-” His eyes lingered another moment on my breasts, and then he looked down at his watch. “-because we open in a little over an hour, and we have prep to do. Trying to get them back from me would only put us behind on work.”
Laughing, I shook my head at him. “You’re such an ass.”
“I know.”
Chapter 12
Eric
That was… unexpected.
My mind was racing a mile a minute as I served customers at the bar while Andrea went from table to table, taking orders and delivering drinks. It was busier than expected, and we were working full out. I’d been tempted to call Sam a number of times, but Andrea assured me it would be fine and we could handle it. She mentioned that she didn’t want to interrupt his date.
Normally, Andrea wouldn’t be too concerned over Sam’s social life. She had one priority in her life at the moment—the bar. This change in attitude was bewildering.
But then again, maybe it was because of me. I didn’t know how I felt about that. I didn’t want things to get weird between the three of us, but I feared that it was inevitable. If we were to pursue this…
Fuck!
I gave my head a shake, I needed to reel it in a bit and give this situation some serious thought.
“Is Sam supposed to be out all night?” Andrea
asked, coming around the bar and grabbing three bottles of beer from the cooler.
“I’d assume so,” I said with a shrug, “That’s usually what happens on his dates.”
“Hmmm.”
“We can call in one of the weekend staff.”
Andrea shot me a look that said ‘are you a complete idiot?’
I threw my hands out to either side of me. “Just a thought.”
“We’re fine,” she answered, her tone curt as she came closer to me, and I got a whiff of her perfume. My dick stirred in my pants. Her perfume had always attracted me, but after what had happened earlier between us, it gave me an almost instant hard-on.
“Are we?” I grabbed her arm and stopped her, my gaze burning into hers. She’d been pretty hot and cold with me all evening. It was throwing my mind into a whirlwind. I ran my tongue along my lower lip. It had been hours since I had been in her, but for some reason, I could still taste her. Or maybe that was just my imagination—who knew?
She stared back at me a moment, and we just stood there, gazing deep into each other’s eyes. “Are we what?”
“You know what. After earlier, are we okay? You’re not spooked or anything?”
Slowly, a little too slowly for my liking, she shook her head. “No. No, I’m not spooked. Everything is fine, Eric.” She pulled her arm from my grasp, and I let her. “Seriously, it’s okay.”
“Hey buddy, how about that drink?” A voice called from behind me.
“One second,” I yelled back, my gaze not leaving hers.
“I need to get these beers to the table. We don’t have time for this right now, Eric.” Andrea glanced over at the table that was waiting for their drinks, then back to me.
“Then just answer the question.”
She visibly sighed. “We’re cool. Let’s just get this night in and worry about everything else in-” she looked down at her watch. It was 11pm. “-two hours, okay?”
“Hey, bartender!”
Well, shit. “Okay, fine.” It seemed okay, but I just didn’t trust it, maybe because so few things went right lately. “But we’re taking time after work to talk.”