The Secret to Dating Your Best Friend’s Sister

by Quinn, Meghan

  They stand there, embracing each other, saying little praises of love to one another under their breath.

  And here I thought Rath was my family.

  With a huge roll to my eyes, annoyance hitting me hard, I grab the door and push them both out of the apartment, throwing them off.

  Idiots.

  I’m about to take a step to my bathroom when my door swings open again and Bram snags me by the wrist. He twirls me into his arms and places a kiss on my lips. Deep, wet, and hot. When he pulls away, he keeps his forehead pressed against mine when he says, “I’ll call you later. Your brother is taking me out to breakfast.” He squeezes my ass and then adds, “Last night meant so much to me, Jules. Thank you. I’ll talk to you later.”

  With that, he places a chaste kiss on my lips and then heads out the door, leaving me in a less annoyed state . . . actually, not annoyed at all. To be honest, I’m swooning a bit as I touch my lips, shocked, happy, and impatient as I start counting down the minutes until I get to see Bram again. And that is after only one night.

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  BRAM

  “Cheers?” I hold up my mimosa—I like champagne and orange juice, so sue me—and wait for Rath to clink his coffee cup with mine.

  He hesitates for a brief second before giving me a full smile and clinking his mug with my petite champagne flute. “Cheers.”

  We both take a sip of our drinks and then lean back in our chairs, a casual air between us. I don’t know why I was nervous about telling Rath. I should have known he’d be happy about this coupling.

  “So you like my sister, huh?” He props one leg up on his knee, holding his ankle and examining me.

  I decide to be completely transparent. It’s the only way I’ve always been with him—well, besides the whole throwing-the-bet thing, but that was for a good reason.

  “I do. I like her a lot.”

  “How much?”

  “She’s the one, man.” I sip my mimosa.

  “The one?” Rath asks incredulously.

  “Easily.”

  “How long have you been dating?”

  “One day.” I smile.

  He gives me the side-eye. “You’ve been dating for one day, and you think she’s the one already?”

  “We might have been dating for one day, but she’s owned my heart for a lot longer than that. She’s intrigued me ever since I met her. After she turned me down the first time, I knew being with her wasn’t about instant gratification. About simple infatuation. It’s when I knew I felt something different for her. Something I’ve never felt for anyone else. I knew she needed time to reach her goals. I knew I’d have to work hard for her affection, and then when the time was right, go after her with everything I had.”

  “And the time was right?”

  I wink at him. “The time was perfect.”

  I don’t mention that the last week was torture, trying to woo her after getting a brief taste of her, because if anything, I do have some pride and don’t want my friend to know about my momentary struggle.

  “And you’re happy?”

  “Happier than I think I’ve ever been.” And that’s the honest truth. I’m a happy guy, don’t get me wrong. I’m not brooding in my office all day waiting to snap at someone. Linus can attest to that. But there are levels of happy, and to me the highest amount of happy is happy living. I wasn’t happy living until Julia pressed her lips to mine. It’s like the moment our mouths connected, everything seemed brighter, like I could breathe lighter, as if everything in my entire life had been on pause leading to that moment.

  I’m happy living, and it’s all because of my best friend’s sister. “It feels right, Rath.”

  “I trust you more than anyone else I know, Bram, and that’s why I can accept this. You’re not a liar, or we wouldn’t be friends. She’s been my world for twenty-eight years, and her happiness is all I want, and seeing her with you earlier? Fuck, yeah, I was shocked at first, because I had no clue. But I saw the look in her eyes. She looked happy. Apart from the eye-roll when you were an arrogant ass.” I chuckled. He took a deep breath and looked away momentarily. His expression was contained as he looked back at me, though.

  “And you’re not going to be a dick to her?”

  I give him a get real look. “Do you even have to ask?”

  “No, because if you fuck with her, you know I’ll kill you.”

  “Trust me, you don’t have to worry.”

  “Didn’t think so.”

  * * *

  “Hey.”

  “Hey,” she answers. I can hear the smile in her voice without even having to see her. I know this woman well enough to know when she’s happy, and that right there is her happy voice.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Making dinner.”

  “Oh yeah?” I pace the hallway. “What are you making?”

  “A pasta dish.”

  “Is there enough for two?” I zone in on her apartment door and knock twice.

  She chuckles lightly. “If I open my door, will I find you on the other side?”

  “You can bet your pretty little ass you will. Now open up, woman.”

  The phone goes silent as she unlocks the door, the anticipation of seeing her just about killing me. The minute the door opens, I fly inside and scoop her into my arms, kicking the door shut with my foot.

  Before she can say a word, I plant my lips on hers and spin her against the wall where I carefully cup her cheek and tilt her jaw up, granting myself better access to that luscious mouth of hers. With my other hand, I prop it against the wall and lean in, locking her hips in place.

  She responds with hasty hands, caressing my chest before moving up to my face where her thumbs rub against the scruff of my jaw.

  She groans.

  I moan.

  She rotates her hips.

  I thrust mine.

  She grips the back of my neck.

  I push my tongue into her mouth.

  “Bedroom,” she says between kisses.

  “Pasta?” I ask, pulling her shirt over her head.

  “Casserole. In the oven. Thirty minutes.”

  “Hell, that’s plenty of time.” I scoop her into my arms and practically sprint to her bedroom where I toss her on the bed and pull my sweater over my head, dropping it to the side. Her eyes fixate on my chest, and because I’m the type of man who wants to give my girl all the good stuff, I casually flex my pecs as I lean down to remove her pants.

  Her hands run over my shoulders, the softness of her palms gliding over my skin feels like an erotic bolt of lightning straight to my crotch. In seconds I’m hard as stone, ready to take her in any way she’ll let me.

  “Stomach, now,” I order, loving how her eyes light up with desire right before she rolls over, exposing her thong-clad ass. Fucking gorgeous.

  Hungry for this woman, I start at her calves and bring my hands up her legs, right to her ass where I massage her two round globes under my palms. Her head falls to the side, her hands grip the sheets, and I can tell she’s already wet from the way her mouth falls open.

  In one swift move, I remove her thong and then unclasp her bra. “Lose it,” I say, watching her quickly chuck the bra to the side.

  Completely naked, she lies in front of me, on her stomach, waiting for my next command. She submits so easily, so willingly, that it has my mind whirling with possibilities. What could we do? What could we play with? I already know vibrators are on the table after last night’s adventure. Would she be open to other things?

  Hell, I don’t need to worry about it now. I have forever to figure it out.

  With one hand on her ass, I slip the other one underneath her hips to her smooth pussy where I slip a finger inside her. Wet, so goddamn wet. I knew it.

  “Do I turn you on, Jules?”

  She nods her head, her hands gripping the sheets even harder, her hips moving ever so slightly.

  “I want to hear it from those fuckable lips. Do I turn you on
?”

  She lets out a long sigh, followed by a short intake of breath when I play with her clit. Her hips rise in the air, her ass so tempting to smack. “Yes, God, you turn me on, Bram.”

  “Mmm, that’s what I like to hear.” I kneel on the bed, getting in a better position where I have a better angle. “Has anyone ever spanked you, Julia?”

  “N-no,” she says, her breath becoming labored.

  “Never? Not when this ass begs for it?” She silently shakes her head. “Well, we’re going to have to change that.”

  Effortlessly I slide two fingers inside her, soft and wet, tight and warm, my dick thrums against the zipper of my jeans, wanting to be where my fingers are. She lifts her hips even higher and starts to move my fingers in and out. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, Julia Westin riding my fingers, fucking my fingers, the look of pure ecstasy etching her beautiful face.

  I let her do the work, swiveling her hips, letting her take the lead, and just when she gets into a fine rhythm, I smack her on the ass. Her immediate response is a groan as she becomes instantly wetter around me. Fuck, that is so hot.

  “Yes.” She moves her hips a little faster. Keeping her elbows and forearms planted on the bed, she angles her ass in the air, almost as if she’s begging for more. My fingers slip in and out and there is only so much I can take before I’m about to lose it.

  Needing to be inside her, I remove my fingers, erupting a giant protest from her, but I have my pants unzipped and pushed down far enough so I can spring my dick from his confines and quickly insert myself into her warm heat.

  “Fucking hell.” I grip her ass and let her take control once again. She shifts my long, hard cock in and out of her, the rhythm easily making me feel dizzy with lust.

  I smack her again, this time just a little harder. She contracts around me, sucking me in as she pushes her hips against mine.

  “Jesus Christ,” I mutter, leaning over and gripping one of her boobs. With zero finesse, I pinch her nipple, hard, and feel the wave of pleasure I receive from the intense squeeze of her inner walls. Her breathing is erratic, almost as if she can’t figure out how to get air into her lungs. Her moans echo through the small space of her bedroom, and her bed creaks beneath us, but neither of us stop.

  “Oh fuck, oh God,” she cries out as her inner walls contract around me. I quickly reach around and play with her clit. She screams out my name, then she stills on the bed and shakes uncontrollably.

  Holy shit. My cock swells inside her right before I spill everything I have inside me. Thrust after thrust, cum pours out of me until I’m absolutely spent and even when I think I’m done, my dick spasms as Julia continues to lightly spasm around me. Holy. Fucking. Shit.

  She’s hot.

  She’s mine.

  We both collapse on the bed, me on top of her. Still inside her, I kiss her neck, her shoulders, and push aside her hair so I can kiss her cheek and the side of her mouth.

  “Fuck, Jules, I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard.”

  She chuckles. “That’s what you said about the vibrator blow job.”

  “This beat it. Having you fuck my fingers and cock like that, it was so goddamn sexy.”

  “You liked that?” She smiles lazily at me.

  “I loved it.”

  * * *

  “Why didn’t you ever cook for us in college?” I ask, patting my stomach, which is currently full of Julia’s casserole.

  She licks her fork, right in front of me. Right there. As if watching her lick a fork isn’t going to stiffen my dick in seconds. “I lived in the dorms and you lived in a house where pots and pans went missing on a nightly basis.” She eyes me over the fork with a smile, knowing exactly what she’s doing.

  I tear the fork away from her grasp and set it on my empty plate. “I think that’s an excuse. You didn’t want us all to know how good you were at cooking, or else we would have had you making family dinner every Sunday night.”

  “That was a fear of mine. I didn’t want to cook for you fools constantly.”

  “If you had made family dinner, what would you have made?”

  She drums her fingers on the table, her eyes cast toward the ceiling of her apartment, pondering her answer. “Hmm, I probably would have made something really disgusting so I wouldn’t have to cook again.”

  “Come on, if you didn’t think you were going to be conned into making us dinner every Sunday night, what would you have cooked?”

  She lets out a long sigh. “Easy, I would have made homemade mac and cheese. I would have served it with a dress-up bar. You could choose from different options like more cheese, bacon, chives, broccoli, chicken, BBQ, things like that. And for dessert, probably my butterscotch bars.”

  I blink a few times. “You act like you’ve thought about this.”

  “I did. Many times. I always thought Rath would ask one day, and if he did, I wanted to come in prepared, so I really thought about what I would make. I wanted to make sure every guy in that fraternity knew I could feed them properly and to not mess with me.”

  “Yeah, no one would have messed with you.”

  “Because I was Rath’s sister, I know.”

  “No.” I shake my head. “Because once I met you, every single guy in that house knew to never fuck with you, or else they’d answer to me.”

  She sits there, stunned for a few seconds before her eyes go soft. “You really did that?”

  I nod. “Yup, I didn’t want anyone else near those tube socks of yours. I laid down claim, in a weird kind of way, but I still laid it down.”

  “You peed around me?”

  A laugh bubbles up from the pit of my stomach as I pull her onto my lap and stick my hand up the back of her shirt, rubbing her soft skin. “Yup, treated you like my own personal fire hydrant and peed all around you. I’m not ashamed about it.”

  “Oddly, I find that endearing.” This girl. Never ceases to surprise me.

  * * *

  “Julia Ann Westin, get me out of these cuffs, right,” I suck in a deep breath and moan out, “noooow.”

  Fucking hell.

  I twist to the side, hoping these handcuffs are cheap and will snap with a good tug. But they don’t let up.

  “You said you wanted this.”

  “No, I didn’t,” I hiss between my teeth—fuck. “I said . . . oh God, do that again.”

  Her perfect tongue licks the underside of my cock, right at the tip, right at the good spot. She flicks her tongue a few times until I can feel my balls tighten.

  “Okay, stop. Just. Stop,” I grind out as she flicks me one more time, causing my eyes to bulge. “Julia. Stop.”

  Her wicked smile peeks up past my massive erection. “You want me to stop everything?” She lifts from her position and drags her puckered nipples over my dick as she kisses her way up my stomach. When she reaches my mouth, she gives my lips a little nibble. “I thought you wanted to come.”

  “I do,” I answer breathlessly, my need for friction overwhelming. “But this was a bad idea. I need control. I need to be inside of you.”

  She wiggles her eyebrows. “This was a great idea. I love having free rein over your body. And weren’t you the one who said forty-five minutes of foreplay? We’re only at ten minutes, Bram. We have a long way to go.” With that, she makes her way back down to my chest and pulls on my nipple with her teeth. My cock jumps.

  “Fuck. Okay, okay, I was wrong. Forty-five minutes is too long.” For me, anyway. I pull on the handcuffs but nothing happens. “Five minutes is all that’s needed, and we’ve exceeded that. So go on, hop on me.” I nod my head at her, trying to encourage her to straddle me.

  “Mmm, that’s okay. I’m good where I am.” Her tits scrape my skin as she slides back to my cock. She takes my balls in her hand, rolls them a few times before pressing the flat of her tongue along the root of my cock and licking all the way up. Pre-cum shoots out of me as my eyes squeeze shut, and my breathing becomes even more labored than before.

>   “Babe, please . . . uh, fuck.” I clench my teeth when she pulls away completely. Exhausted and so goddamn hard, I tilt my head to the side and beg. “Julia, I want to come inside you, please . . . I can’t take anymore.” Yup, I fucking beg.

  “Are you throbbing, Bram?” Her fingers lightly graze my leg, right near the juncture between my thighs.

  “I’m on the verge of coming all over my stomach. Please,” I grit out. “End my misery.”

  Her fingers dance over my cock, edging me to almost a painful throb. “So you’re telling me if I don’t fuck you, and let you rest here, you might come without me touching you?”

  “No.” I shake my head vehemently. “Nope, my dick will just fall off.” I give the handcuffs a tug and feel them loosen.

  She eyes my hands. “Don’t you dare break—”

  I yank again and they snap off the headboard. Yes. A free motherfucker, I reach down, grab Julia by the waist, and plant her on my lap. I lift her up and sink her down on my cock.

  “Fuck, yes,” I groan.

  “Hey,” she pouts. “That’s not fair.”

  I thrust into her, causing her to gasp and fall forward, her hands to my chest. “Doesn’t look like you’re complaining all too much, beautiful, not with how wet you are.”

  “I . . . wanted to be”—she takes a deep breath and starts to move her hips up and down, grinding down on me—“the one who took charge.”

  “Then take charge now, baby.” I put my hands behind my head. “Now I’m inside of you, you can take the reins again, but I’ll warn you, if you hop off me, you’re not going to like what happens.”

  Instead of answering, she moves her hands up my chest and then drags them back down, raking her fingernails over my chest.

  Jesus, this woman.

  She grips my sides and rotates her hips expertly. Her mouth falls open, and she gasps. “You’re so big, Bram, you feel so good.”

  A guy can’t hear that enough.

  I thrust my hips into her and unexpectedly she tightens around me. With her tits bouncing, her fingers piercing my sides, she lets out a feral cry and comes, squeezing me so damn hard that my balls tighten so I’m spilling inside her, my vision going black, and every sense around me fading as my orgasm hits me dead in the stomach.