Knocked Up by Brother's Best Friend

by Amy Brent

  I was shaking as I crouched down on top of the toilet. Thomas had hung up on me, and I didn’t know what was going on. I had decided to come out to the club to get my mind off things, my secret, Thomas, and everything else that had spiraled so dangerously out of control. I wanted to forget what was happening, forget the mistake I’d made with Thomas, and just start with a clean slate.

  But this guy kept coming up behind me aggressively and asking me to dance.

  “Bridget. You in there?”

  I heard Thomas’s voice and instantly jumped from the toilet. I crashed the door open and stumbled into his arms. My nose was running, and my eyes were puffy from crying. It felt so good to hear his voice and to feel his strong arms around me. I was finally all right. Still, I was petrified of the man coming back, and I wasn’t convinced he wouldn’t, even with Thomas here.

  “I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I’m so sorry.”

  “It’s all right,” Thomas said. “I’ve got you. You’re safe now.”

  He held me close to his body, and I just kept repeating myself. I was shaking violently, and my tears soaked into his clothes. His strong arms comforted me, and my racing thoughts began to slow. As soon as I could think somewhat clearly, another alarming thought flashed in my head.

  Had I just pulled him away from Lacey with my panicked phone call? Fear clenched my heart, and I tried to back away from him. I wanted him to go back to his daughter and not worry about me any longer. I wanted him to go live his life and be happy and find someone who was worthy of him.

  Someone who didn’t have the type of secrets I did.

  “No,” he said. “Stop. Come here.”

  I wrapped my arms around him and laid my head against his chest. His voice rumbled my cheek, and his heart was beating soothingly against my ear. His body was so warm, and I was suddenly so cold. His hands began to rub up and down my back before my mouth started to run away from me.

  “I kept telling him ‘no.’ I don’t know why he didn’t listen. Thomas, why didn’t he listen? I just wanted to dance.”

  I felt his body tense before he started running his fingers through my hair.

  “What did he do?” he asked.

  “He was so aggressive. Grinding into me and trying to touch me. I kept telling him I didn’t want to dance with him. That I was just out to have a good time. And he kept telling me he was my good time.”

  “Did he hurt you?” he asked.

  “He kept telling me he’d be waiting for me. And that he knew where I lived.”

  I suddenly felt sick and pushed away from Thomas before I rushed to the toilet. I threw up the alcohol I’d had earlier while he pulled my hair back away from my face. All of a sudden, I felt embarrassed. Embarrassed to be in this situation and embarrassed he had to see me like this. I could take care of myself. I’d done it for years. But right now, in this very moment, I looked helpless and clueless.

  And I hated that.

  “Is he still out there?” I asked between heaves.

  “No one’s outside,” Thomas said. “How long have you been in here?”

  I swallowed deeply and sat back into his body before he helped me to my feet. I felt like I couldn’t stand, and my throat was burning from the alcohol. All I wanted to do was go home and get into bed and never come back out.

  “A half… half an hour?”

  Thomas helped me to the sink before he steered away a few women who were trying to get into the bathroom. He locked the door as I turned on the water, and when I went to gargle my mouth clean, he took a palmful of cold water and slowly sprinkled it onto my neck.

  “How does that feel?” he asked.

  “Good,” I said. “It feels good.”

  “So, here’s what’s gonna happen,” he said. “We’re gonna wipe you off, get you out to my car, and I’m going to take you home. I’ll get you laid down into bed and stay there until you go to sleep. Then, if you need me in the morning, you just call. All right?”

  “You’re not—”

  “No, I’m not quitting,” he said. “And I’m sorry for how I acted.”

  I felt one last drizzle of cool water hit my neck before my body finally relaxed. He was staying. Thomas was staying on as my bodyguard, even though he knew my secret. I heard the rolling of paper towels before I leaned up slowly, and Thomas began to wipe off my face and neck as he cradled my head in the palm of his hand.

  “How are you feeling?” he asked.

  “Tired,” I admitted.

  “Then let’s get you home.”

  He escorted me out of the club, and I saw him shoot the bouncer a nasty look. I’d never be back to this club so long as I lived, and the owner was getting a call from me, telling him he needed another bouncer. Even though Thomas hadn’t been there, he shouldn’t have had to come get me. That bouncer should have done his job, and I would’ve been just fine before that man ever chased me into the restroom in the first place.

  The car ride was silent as we pulled up to my house, and suddenly, panic began to grip my body. I thought back to the threat the man made. He said he knew where I lived and that he would be waiting for me. I shuddered, and Thomas must’ve seen the panic roll through me.

  “Wait here,” he said. “I’m gonna go check things out.”

  For the first time since I’d hired him, I saw him pull his gun. Something deep within my body pulled toward him as I watched him slowly approach the house with that piece of metal raised in the air, and I saw Thomas in a gravely different light. I saw the professional side of him that cared about the job he had, and I watched him creep around the front of my house before he slowly made his way back.

  “Get out of the car and stay behind me,” he said.

  I grabbed onto the back of his jacket, and we slowly went inside. His gun was still trained in front of him, and my ears were listening to every sound that creeped through my home. When we got up to my room, Thomas sat me down on the bed. He cupped my face and pulled my gaze up to him, and the words flew from my mouth before I could stop them.

  “I’m sorry, Mr. Jeffries,” I said.

  “And I’m sorry, too. Also, it’s ‘Thomas.’”

  “Thomas,” I said with a whisper. I didn’t know if I’d ever call him that again. Not after what happened and not after how both of us reacted.

  “I should’ve never gone out without you tonight, Thomas. Please forgive me.”

  “And I shouldn’t have taken a day off and made you feel like you couldn’t call me. I’m still your bodyguard, and it’s still my job to keep you safe. I’m sorry for the way I acted, and I’m sorry that it put you in this position.”

  “You don’t have a reason to be sorry,” I said.

  “I’ve got plenty to be sorry for.”

  I looked into his eyes, and suddenly, all the confused pieces shifted back into place. I cursed myself for still feeling this way, for feeling home and complete while I swam in his eyes. His thumbs caressed the apples of my cheeks while his face slowly got closer to mine, then his lips ghosted over my own when he admitted the fault he was apologizing for.

  “I never stopped to think about how you might have felt, carrying around that secret for this long,” he said.

  “It’s okay,” I said breathlessly.

  Then, just before his lips touched mine, a crash rang out downstairs.

  “Get in the tub, and stay there. Lock the door, grab something you can defend yourself with, and stay silent.”

  He took my hand and dragged me toward the tub while I grabbed my lamp off the edge of my dresser. He put me in the tub, and I hunkered down before he locked the door behind him. The tears began to flow once more. He was in my house. That crazy ass man from the club was in my fucking house, and he was going to find me, and I was going to die.

  I heard Thomas run downstairs while his footsteps echoed across the floor. I trembled as tears streamed down my face, and the only thing I could think about was how I’d never get a chance to kiss him again. I’d never get to tell him how t
hankful I was that he came to the club tonight or how much I missed his body. I’d never get to tell him how I had longed to wake up to him by my side that night or how much he had forever skewed the standard men now had to hold in my life.

  I would never get to tell him that I cared for him deeply, both him and his daughter.

  Oh, god. Lacey. If he got hurt, what would happen to Lacey?

  I heard a pair of feet slowly come up the stairs, and I stood poised, ready to strike. I heard them slowly get closer before the steps hit my carpet, and I could feel my heart pounding in my ears. He was coming for me. I knew he was. He would bust down this door and pin me to the wall before I’d have a chance to bash his skull in. Oh, god. What had he done to Thomas?

  Lacey would never forgive me if something happened to her father.

  “Bridget?”

  A knock came at the door, and I jumped from the tub. Tears of relief flowed down my face as I ripped the door open. Thomas was standing on the other side with his gun holstered and his brow lightly shining with sweat. Before I could catch myself, I threw myself into his arms.

  “You didn’t quite close the front door behind you,” he said. “The wind blew it open and that mirror hanging on the wall crashed to the ground.”

  “Oh my god, you’re all right,” I said.

  “I’m fine,” he said comfortingly. “I’m just fine. I cleared the entire downstairs. No one’s here.”

  “Please don’t leave me,” I begged.

  “I’m not going anywhere. I promise.”

  I looked up into his eyes, and the entire world stopped moving. His hand raised to cup the back of my head while his other pressed into the small of my back. Soon, I felt myself gravitating toward him. His lips got closer, and his body got hotter, and soon, I was breathing the same air he was just before his lips descended onto mine.

  And my hands rushed to his beautiful thin, short hair as I pressed my lips deeper into his.

  Chapter 22

  Thomas

  Her tight body was pressed against mine as I yanked her off her feet. Her tongue tasted so sweet, like honey and melon, and I strode over to her bed before I tossed her onto it. Her body bounced for me, her tits coming to life with every shake of the bed, and I quickly stripped my clothes off while my cock bounced against my body.

  I watched her scramble while she rid herself of her layers. That sexy fucking body I’d imagined in my dreams revealed itself in front of me, her nipples puckered and her pussy already glistening. I was going to take my time with her. I was going to make her come until she begged for mercy. This woman had captivated every single part of me, and I wasn’t going to let her go.

  Not this time.

  I backed her down onto the bed before I sank to my knees. Her thighs were glistening with her juices as she wound her legs behind my head, pulling my face toward that beautiful pussy while her legs spread for me on the edge of the bed. I threw her thighs over my shoulders, allowing her skin to rub against the stubble of my cheeks as she groaned out into the room. Her body was shaking with anticipation, and I was going to give her everything she wanted.

  My tongue parted her pussy lips and headed straight for her swollen clit. It peeked out from underneath its hood while her juices started to coat my lips. I could smell all of her, every single part of her, and I drank her in while my tongue sucked down the sweet juices her pussy was making for me.

  I pressed my tongue deep into her clit, and she shook for me. Her voice caught in her throat while her fingers dug into my head. I sucked her clit into my mouth and flicked my tongue over the tip, humming and moaning into her body and singing her praises. She shook so wonderfully for me as she planted her hands behind her, giving her body more leverage to roll into me, but she came before her back hit the bed.

  “God, Thomas. Yes.”

  I ran my hand up her leg while she came all over my face. I laid her down before my hand cupped her tit. I massaged her puckered nipple as she sighed out into the room. Her legs shook around me while my tongue continued working on her sensitive clit. I tweaked her beautiful nipple, and I took my other hand and lightly slapped the inside of her thigh.

  She jumped at the sensation. I felt something leak out of her, and I moved my tongue to lap it up and swallow her down. I slapped her thigh again, feeling her walls clamp down around my tongue. The feeling of my tongue thrusting into her throbbed my cock, causing it to leak out and spill a stream of precome to the floor.

  I needed her desperately, but I wanted one more orgasm right on my face.

  I slipped my tongue back up to her clit and replaced my tongue with a finger. I slipped a finger into her, and she bucked down onto my hand, moaning and writhing like the good little girl she was. I crooked it within her body and felt her begin to tremble again. This time, I buried my face into her body. My stubble raked against her pussy lips, and my tongue covered the whole of her clit. I felt her back arch off the bed, and a lustful moan peeled from between her lips. Then, her pussy coated my hand in its juices. Her come sprayed all along my chest, squirting onto me as she clamped down onto my fingers inside of her.

  She was perfect in every way, and I cleaned her pussy with my tongue before I slowly kissed up her body.

  Bridget was panting in the moonlight of her bedroom. I made my way back up to her lips, and I kissed her slowly, giving her body time to recuperate. But the moment didn’t last. I felt her take a deep breath against my body before she rolled me over onto my back. Then she dragged her lips down my neck until she reached my chest.

  She moaned and slurped, licking her sprayed juices off my chest. When she was done cleaning me up, I watched her hover that thick, swollen pussy above my raging cock. Her eyes were glazed over with passion, and her body was flushed with the heat of her orgasms. As she sunk down onto my cock, I could feel how much she wanted me.

  How much she needed me.

  “Do we need any sort of protection?” I asked.

  “I just figured you liked coming on my body,” she said, smirking. “But I’ve been on the pill this whole time.”

  She planted her hands onto my chest and set her own pace. Her pussy walls sucked me down, slobbering its juices onto my dick while they dripped down my balls. My hands flew to her hips, sinking into her skin while they guided her along my dick, but I couldn’t tolerate that for long. Her pussy was too good, and her strokes were too deep. If she did this for too long, I’d meet my end before I made her beg.

  Beg for absolute mercy.

  I reared up and wrapped my arms around her before I stood to my feet. I sat her on the edge of her dresser and began slamming into her, covering the beautiful mahogany wood with our fluids. Her brow began to sweat, and her chest began to pant. She clung onto my back while my body slammed into hers. The sound of our hips snapping together filled her room, and when her pussy began to milk my dick, her name fell from my lips just as easily as her orgasms fell from my tongue.

  “Holy fuck, Bridget. You feel so fucking good.”

  She whimpered into the crook of my neck while she hung on for the ride. My balls clapped against the dresser, but I didn’t fucking care. My hands sank to her hips and pulled her even closer to me, savoring the moment while her back involuntarily began to arch. I wrapped my lips around her nipples that were exposed to me, and when her jaw unhinged and her chest began to pant, I felt her pussy finally pulsate around my cock.

  “Oh fuck, Tho—”

  She couldn’t even get my name out. I continued to pound into her body through her orgasm while she shook and dug her fingernails into my arms. She felt so good fluttering around my dick while I ripped all control from her. As she was finishing, I cupped my hands around her perfect ass and laid her back down onto the bed.

  “Thomas, please,” she whispered.

  “Please what?” I asked.

  She opened her eyes and connected them to mine for the first time since she had started coming, and I saw all the beauty of the world swimming around behind them. She raised h
er lips to kiss mine, and I knew she could still taste herself on me. Her tongue ran around my lips before she sucked my bottom lip between her teeth, and my dick throbbed with joy inside of her, causing her to moan out.

  I started my thrusts slowly, feeling her juices dripping off my balls and onto the bed. She was so wet for me, her pussy showing me just how much it wanted to gobble me down, and her head laid back onto the bed with a heavy sigh while my lips attached to her neck. Her body was shaking with exhaustion. Her legs were lifeless against the bed while she ran her fingers through her hair, and I smirked against the skin on her neck while I felt her battle between stopping this assault and wanting more.

  I reared back and threw her legs over my shoulders before I leaned back down. I folded her in half and rested my body weight onto the backs of her thighs, her eyes wide while my dick slowly raked against that perfect part of her pussy. Tears of pleasure rose to her eyes, and she panted with desperation, my dick pumping in and out of her at a torturously slow pace. The smell of her body filled every inch of the room, and I wanted my body covered in as much of it as I could get.

  “You got one more for me, Bridget?” I asked.

  “Thomas. I don’t know.”

  I slowly picked up my pace and felt her pussy spring to life. My balls began to curl up into my body, begging for release, but I gritted my teeth and staved it off while Bridget slowly began to climb her pleasure mountain again. She tried to buck into me while her fingernails dug into my forearms, but all she could do was relinquish her body over to mine and trust me with its pleasure.