by Emma Salah
He touched her chin and turned her face. Her mouth met his. His tongue thrusting into her mouth. Her pussy tightened around him. Fuck, fuck. This was going to end quickly. But, by the way she was moaning nonstop into his mouth and the wetness coating his cock, she was going to climax just as fast as him. He squeezed her hip as he thrust into her harder. Her body jerked.
“Zac. Zac,” she panted into his mouth.
He lurched inside of her, her pussy rippling around his cock. Oh yeah, she was going to come.
“Come, Ree. Come all over me.” He brought her down faster.
He kissed her deeper to stifle her scream as she did exactly what he asked her to do. She came. Not bothering with finesse, he fucked her until the pressure built and he felt that familiar stirring in his balls. And then he came. Harder than he had ever come before. She was still coming around him. Their voices echoing in the coatroom. He was blind and deaf as he kept thrusting even as he finished coming.
Their mouths pulled apart and he dropped his head onto her shoulder. Together they collapsed against the wall. Holy fuck. That was amazing. The best sex of his life. And he’d just had it with his best friend’s little sister.
Chapter Four
We’ve never had sex before. That was Reagan’s first thought when she could think again. She blinked. And then blinked again. The yellow wall did not disappear. Then again, they had never gone this long without seeing each other, without some kind of physical contact between them. I feel like I’ve been waiting for this moment forever. As if every moment between them had been leading up to here. And now that it had finally happened, all she could think about was how right it felt.
Zac breathed hard against her neck. She shuddered.
“Are you okay?” he murmured, words muffled.
She couldn’t speak so she just nodded. She felt surrounded by him. His hand still around her hip and the other on her throat, lightly caressing her skin.
“Are you sure?”
More nodding. Oh yeah, she was okay. Damn near perfect in fact. The only thing that would have made this better is if they had been pressed skin to skin.
“I am going to let you go. Just give me a minute.”
Reagan was in no rush to have him let go of her. She was going to have to peel herself off the wall anyway.
She cleared her throat. “Take all the time you need. No hurry.”
Zac began to kiss her shoulder again. She sighed quietly in pleasure. His mouth moved across her collarbone, up her neck and then finally he turned her face to kiss her softly on the mouth.
He pulled away, letting go of her wrists so she could bring down her arms. She felt the loss of his heat immediately. She rubbed her arms as she heard him move around behind her. And then she looked down and felt the sting of embarrassment when she realized she was half-naked. She groaned in her mind. Dress raised up over her hips. Dress pulled down to expose her breasts. How classy of me to have sex without even taking off my clothes. She ran a shaking hand over her face, realizing: I’ve just been fucked exactly as Letty described.
With a few quick tugs, she righted her clothes and then quickly turned around. Zac’s blue eyes met hers. He stood in front of her, looking for all the world exactly like the way he had before. His suit and hair weren’t even ruffled. But she could still feel Zac’s fingers digging into her thighs, the clenching of her pussy and the remnants of the aftershocks of her orgasm.
“Maybe we should rejoin the party,” Zac suggested.
The party. His date. Her brother.
“Oh.” She groaned. “Did we really just have sex with all those people out there?”
His lips curved into a half smile. “Yeah. Yeah, we did.”
“You don’t seem all that bothered,” she said, curious. She thought he’d be freaking out.
He shrugged. “I am honestly not that surprised. Are you?”
Shocked, a little weirded out, yes. Surprised, no. They had been moving towards this moment since the first time they had kissed. They probably would have had sex three months ago if her brothers hadn’t nearly walked in on them.
“Come on, we should go. People have probably already noticed us missing.”
“You’re right.” She nodded.
And then he said the words she had been dreading.
“You should leave first,” he said, straightening his jacket. “I’ll come out five minutes later.”
This was the way she expected him to react. Reagan snorted as she walked by him, pushing through the racks of coats to the door. She nearly tripped in her haste to get away, but caught herself before she went down. God, I’m such an idiot. Her neck was hot as she refused to look at him as he followed her.
“Don’t worry, Zac. I’ll make sure no one suspects you actually lowered yourself to be seen with me.”
“Hey.” He touched her arm just before she opened the door.
“I didn’t mean it like that,” he said quietly, letting go and taking a step back. “You know I didn’t mean it like that, Ree.”
“No, Zac. I don’t know what you mean. I never know what you mean and you know why? Because you never fucking tell me anything.” She swallowed.
Just one more man in her life who couldn’t or wouldn’t talk to her. She’d spent her entire life trying to guess what her father was feeling, an impossible feat she’d yet to accomplish. And Zac is just as hard to reach. She felt laid open, bare to him, and he was still pretending everything between them hadn’t just changed completely, standing there with all this space between them.
“Stop. Don’t you see that I’m trying not to hurt you, Ree? What we did—I shouldn’t have touched you. I don’t... Your brothers...”
“I get it, but guess what, Zac? You hurt me anyway.”
“Ree.”
She heard the regret in his voice and it honestly killed her that what felt so right to her was nothing but wrong to him. He fell silent behind her and Reagan didn’t wait any longer for him to come up with an answer. She left quickly, trying to stop her tears from falling.
Chapter Five
Reagan was crazy. She knew she was crazy. She had spent all night reliving every single delicious moment with Zac. And then spent all morning with her head under her pillow reliving every embarrassing moment that had come after. She had completely blown Zac’s comment out of proportion. She knew that they couldn’t have walked out of that closest hand in hand, announcing to the world they were a couple when her brother and his date had been in the audience.
Reagan groaned, slamming the pillow repeatedly over her head. She was glad she was wearing her silk head scarf or her hair would be a ball of fuzz. Not that it would stop her from trying to knock a few brain cells into her head. Or would she lose more? You know what, it doesn’t matter. She was a wreck. She was still in bed even though the clock told her it was well past one o’clock on Sunday. If it was up to her she wouldn’t ever get up.
Her phone rang.
She didn’t want to answer it, but she knew who was calling. Without looking, she reached out for it, tipping her Black Panther alarm clock in the process. It crashed to the ground, glass splintering everywhere on her wooden floor. She winced as she crawled out of her safe cocoon and answered the phone. It was going to be a bitch to replace it, since Callum had given it to her last month with the express instruction of not breaking it. For some reason, clocks did not last long in her house.
“Hey, Dad.”
“Baby girl.” Lincoln’s voice rumbled through loud and clear. “How are you doing?”
Well, I can’t tell you this but, since the last time we talked, which was yesterday morning, I fucked Zac, who’s basically your surrogate son. I guess you know now that I definitely don’t think of him as a brother.
“I’m fine,” she said.
“Good. Good. You coming to dinner next week?”
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nbsp; “Have I missed a single one?”
“You’re being careful, right?”
He always said the same thing every day without fail. Just once Reagan wanted her dad not to call out of obligation. Would it kill him to ask me about my work or my latest addiction to Pokémon Go? She’d take him asking about anything not related to being a woman alone in the city as if she was the very first to do so, especially since she wasn’t even the first in this family. Mom had done it. It would have been so nice to be able to talk to her about it.
“Dad—”
“The city can be a dangerous place. Keep your doors locked. Don’t ever forget your phone,” he warned.
She sighed. “I know, Dad. I promise I’m being safe. What brought this on?”
“Dean sent me an article on the latest crime rate. Apparently, your neighborhood is pretty dangerous.”
She ground her teeth. I’m going to kill Dean. Kill him dead.
“I promise, Dad, everything is fine. I know how to take care of myself. You made sure of that.”
“If you need anything, baby girl. Call me, okay?”
“Sure thing, Dad.” The dial tone clicked in her ear.
She had no idea how to make him see that she wasn’t a little girl. But he worried about her and what else could she do but grin and bear it?
She was about to throw her phone onto her bedside table when it rang in her grasp. Groaning, she dived her head back under her pillow as she answered.
“What?”
“Reagan?” Letty’s voice asked. “Is that you? Girl, why do you sound like you’ve contracted some nasty venereal disease.”
Reagan sat up, depositing the pillow onto the floor. “No, no, I’m fine. I was just...doing something.”
“Okay. As long as I didn’t interrupt you while you were stroking the bean. Anyway, what happened to you last night?”
“Eww, I was not ‘stroking the bean’ in the middle of the afternoon.”
“There is no time restriction when it comes to sex. And stop trying to distract me by acting like a prudish virgin. What. Happened. Last. Night?”
Reagan wondered how much she should really tell her best friend. “I don’t know. I don’t think it’s a good idea for me to tell you.”
“Ooh,” Letty said. “Now you have to tell me. You can’t say something like that and not tell me. Besides, you left me to get a ride by myself.”
“I told Aidan to drive you home if you needed it.”
“And for that I will be forever grateful,” Letty purred. “Still doesn’t change the fact that you left your wing bitch, your BFF, behind.”
“Letty, this thing with my brother...” Reagan hesitated. “Is this just some harmless flirting or is there something more I need to know?”
“Relax. It is nothing more than me yanking his chain. Could you really see someone like him going for someone like me?”
Reagan sat up straighter. “What the hell does that mean?”
Letty sighed. “Look, forget I said anything—Hey! Nice try. You tried to do it again. Tell me what happened to you last night.”
Well, shit. Reagan leaned back against her headboard, stretching out her legs before her. She thought she was in the clear. Oh, what the hell.
She took a deep breath.
“I had sex with Zac last night.”
Silence met her words. It stretched on for so long Reagan checked that the call was still in progress. And then she thought maybe Letty had passed out from shock.
“Letty? Are you still there?”
“How?” she finally croaked out. “Where? When? How?”
“In the coatroom at the back of the hotel. Sometime around 10:00 pm, I think. We did it up against the wall. And why? I guess because we’ve both been fighting this sexual tension between us for a really long time.”
“I know you guys have been fighting since that kiss when you were teens, but this feels like it literally came out of nowhere, unless I’m missing something...”
“Um, maybe.”
“Are you telling me you’ve been holding back on me, Reagan? How many times?”
“Once. Okay, shit, maybe twice.”
“Twice! What the hell?”
“I know, I know!” Reagan groaned.
“We’ll come back to this betrayal of our friendship later, but you can start making it up to me by telling me everything. And I mean everything.”
“What do you want me to say? We’ve kissed a few times. I guess the worst was last year when I just broke up with Brody and Zac just broke up with that girl Jessica, remember?”
“Yeah, I remember.”
“We ran into each other at the grocery store one night and somehow we both ended up in his car making out.”
She remembered that night vividly. Remembered how it all began with a stupid bag of fruits.
* * *
“Bananas? Really?” Reagan wrinkled her nose.
He threw a bag of the loose fruits into his basket. “Just because you have an aversion to them, doesn’t mean we all do. And what do you have against bananas anyway?”
They strolled down the fruit aisle, side by side. Zac was wearing his usual black jeans, tight blue shirt that was hidden beneath his gray hoodie and a black cap pulled low over his face. He referred to it as his “inconspicuous” look, hiding from all his fans and puck bunnies, but he still looked fucking gorgeous.
Reagan held up her hand and ticked it off.
“Firstly, they’re yellow—a bright, in your face, offensive yellow. Secondly, they’re a really weird shape. Thirdly, guys stare when girls eat them, because of their weird shape. Fourthly, they taste like baby food and there is a reason why we no longer eat baby food. And finally, hello! They’re yellow.”
He flashed his dimples at her as they stopped to look at the mangoes.
“A weird shape, huh? I wonder what kind of dicks you’ve been looking at, because I promise there is nothing weird about my shape.”
She choked. Plain and simple. On air. “Umm, no thanks. I’ve seen one already. Once you’ve seen one, you’ve kind of seen them all.”
She picked up a random mango and put it in her basket, hoping he couldn’t feel the heat of embarrassment coming from her. Or the heat of desire.
“Mm, I suppose it’s like breasts, then,” he said, as he picked up two mangoes and squeezed. “I mean once I’ve seen a pair of breasts they must be exactly like another pair of breasts. They probably feel the same, smell the same, taste the same. No difference in size, whether the nipples taste smooth or rough, whether when I suck or lick she goes from wet to crying my name.”
Breathless, Reagan watched. Watched as his finger caressed the mangoes, as if they were actually breasts. Her breasts. When her eyes eventually left his hands and met his, she could see the wicked amusement in them. The jerk. He was fucking with her. She never could back down from a challenge.
“Maybe you’re right. Of course, you’re right. If breasts are different then cocks must be different. Some must be long and thin. Some must be short and thin. Or some might be long, thick dicks.” She stepped closer towards him, gratified when his eyes turned cloudy with lust. His mouth tight. His body rigid. “There must be a difference between size and whether when I suck or lick he goes from being hard to saying my name.”
In the middle of the grocery store, in the fruit aisle, surrounded by people, they stared at each other and she had never been so turned on in her life.
“Come with me,” he said in a deep, husky voice. “Before I bend you over and fuck you in front of all these people.”
* * *
Reagan didn’t remember how or when they had dropped their baskets and hightailed it to his car. All she remembered was sliding into the back seat of his Lexus before he had hauled her into his lap and kissed her.
* * *
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p; She knocked off his cap when her hands trailed into his hair and clung, not wanting to separate from his hard mouth. He shifted her over his erection until they lined up perfectly, grinding down as he thrust up. Mouth against mouth, they gasped, the ache between her thighs growing with each thrust, those big hands of his curled around her ass, kneading gently until she felt like she was going up in flames.
* * *
“Reagan. Reagan.”
“What?” she said stupidly as the images of her and Zac finally subsided.
“I’ve been calling your name for the past five minutes,” Letty said in her ear. From her phone. Right, she was in the middle of a conversation. “Damn, he must be really good to get you to join the space cadets.”
“Sorry,” she said, sincerely. “What did you say?”
“I said, why haven’t you guys gotten together already?”
“Why else?”
“Your brother.”
“Yes.” She nodded, wrapping an arm around her bare legs. She was still in her girl boxers and blue tank top and it was creeping towards two o’clock.
“But it is not just about Aidan, it’s about all of my brothers and even my dad. They all love him and consider him one of the family. One summer when I was sixteen, Aidan flat out told me to not even think about entertaining any feelings for Zac, because Zac was like a brother to me and nothing more.”
“But, he was already too late,” Letty whispered.
“Yeah,” Reagan sighed. “I fell in love with him at fifteen and I’ve never managed to get over him.”
“Then what’s the problem? If you love him and can’t stay away from him to hell with your brothers and your dad. They will come around when they see how in love with each other you are.”