In Love with My Brother's Best Friend: Complete Box Set

by Cummin, Sharon

  I still hadn't opened my eyes. I'd been able to avoid him on most of his trips home that year. There was no way I wanted to see him looking even cuter than the time before. It would just mess with my head. That was another good thing about going away to college. There wouldn't be a chance of running in Jackson anywhere. If I worked things right, I would be able to avoid coming home much and could avoid him all together.

  “I'm a big girl,” I said sarcastically. “I'll be just fine. I doubt anyone is going to come out here to mess with me. I can take care of myself.”

  He didn't say anything back for a minute, but I hadn't heard him get up and leave. Was he still there, I wondered? Slowly, I moved my head toward where he had been sitting and opened my eyes and jumped when his eyes connected with mine. Had he been watching me?

  “I thought you were gone,” I said.

  His dark eyes were looking straight into mine. I felt like he could see straight into heart and felt my body shiver. There was no way I wanted him to know what I really thought of him. That was too scary for me. The moon lit up spots of his dark hair that had grown a bit beyond his collar. He was seeing too much. I pulled my connection from him and let my eyes roam down his chest. He was wearing a tight white t-shirt. Even with barely enough light, I could see his muscles tug against his shirt. He'd always been fit, but he looked better than ever. My eyes continued down to see he was wearing a pair of basketball shorts and had nothing on his feet. When my eyes moved back up his body, he put his hand under my chin and lifted so my eyes were back on his. As soon as his skin touched mine, I felt something intense. Sparks flew through me and warmed my body. It was something I had never felt before. He had the biggest smirk on his face, and I quickly pulled my face from his fingers.

  “Nope,” he said in a whisper. “I'm still here. What are you doing out here by yourself, Tina?”

  It was the first time ever that he had spoken to me without using that stupid nickname he made up when I was a little girl. I was smaller than the rest of my class and the class below me. He said it once, and it stuck forever. I was only seven when it started, so of course the only thing I could think of calling him was Jackie. That stuck forever as well. I had never one time called him by his real name either. Not to his face anyway.

  I looked back at his face and noticed the scruff he had on his chin. He was usually clean shaven when I'd see him. That scruff definitely added a more manly touch to his perfectly sculpted jaw. Get it together, I thought to myself. If I let him see me even the slightest bit on edge, he would give me shit about and I knew it. I was waiting for him to say something stupid as it was.

  “I just wanted to be alone and enjoy the sounds of the water. I'm not one for tons of noise. Our room was getting pretty crazy. Some of the girls had some guys with them from the beach earlier. There were too many people, and I needed a break.”

  I knew he would understand that. He'd known from being around our family for years that I wasn't a fan of craziness. I was quiet and kept to myself.

  “Did you leave your man in there with the rest of them?” he asked with narrowed eyes.

  “No,” I said. “I didn't feel like dealing with all that today. I just want to enjoy the freedom of being able to be my own person now, without having someone always looking over my shoulder.”

  “You mean Tim?” he asked.

  “I don't want to talk about it,” I said. “He's probably looking for you already. You better go.”

  “He'd do anything for you,” Jackson said. “You know that right?”

  I leaned my head back and closed my eyes, but I felt his eyes on me and couldn't help the warm rush that ran through my body.

  “Quit looking at me,” I whispered.

  “How do you know I'm looking at you?” he asked. “Your eyes aren't even open.”

  “I can feel it,” I said.

  I heard him lean back against the sand.

  “It's so quiet out here,” he said.

  “That's the point,” I mumbled.

  “So, what are your plans for next year?” he asked. “It's going to be strange not knowing you'll be at home with Tim.”

  “What do you care if Tim has someone right there with him?” I asked with a laugh. “Are you worried about him?”

  “Not Tim,” he said.

  “What's that supposed to mean?” I asked.

  “Nothing,” he said.

  I went on to tell him that I was going to New York for school. He didn't have to know it was so that I was far away from everyone. That included him. My parents couldn't afford college, and I had gotten a scholarship to a school in New York, so it was going to work out great. I asked him how school was going for him, and he went on about what classes he had taken and what he was going to do the following year. We actually had a very nice conversation. It was the first time he actually treated me like an equal and not like someone's little sister. I have no idea how long we talked. He asked me questions about my senior year, and I asked more about his year. It had to have been a couple of hours when I felt him move and thought he was going to leave, but I didn't want him to.

  I shifted to my side, leaned up on my elbow, and opened my eyes to find he had moved much closer during our talk. He was already on his side and leaning on his elbow. My breath caught in my chest when I felt him let out a breath and felt the warmth of it cross my cheek. We were so close. Our mouths were inches apart. I sucked my bottom lip between my teeth without realizing it. He slowly leaned forward. I wasn't sure what to do. I was honestly so afraid that he was going to burst into laughter at any moment and was so shocked when his lips connected with mine. I pulled back for just a second with my eyes wide, but it didn't last long. His free hand wrapped around my neck, and he pulled me to him.

  His lips were softer than I thought they would be. There was something in his kiss. I couldn't tell you what it was, but it was different than any kiss I'd had before. It wasn't rushed or rough. He was sweet, slow, and loving when he kissed me. His hand held my neck and a shiver ran through my body. I was still waiting for him to pull away and was surprised when his tongue came out and moved between my lips. My gasp escaped me before I could stop it, and he took the opportunity to thrust his tongue into my mouth to find mine. I closed my eyes, too afraid that if I opened them I would wake from my dream. My tongue moved across his like it needed him more than anything.

  He had no idea how many times I'd thought about kissing him. When he moved me onto my back, keeping his hand behind my head, both of my hands went to his hair. It was soft, and I loved the length it had grown to. His kiss deepened and I grabbed hold of his hair. The moan that left him and vibrated on my lips sent a jolt of pleasure between my legs. I had no idea what had come over him and hoped, with every bit of my heart, that he wouldn't pull away from me. His free hand cupped my cheek. I wanted more than just a kiss from him. So much more.

  When he moved his hand to the hem of my shirt and began to slide up, I let out a moan of my own. He continued slowly moving it up, and there was no way I was going to stop him. When he reached my bra, I wasn't sure what he was going to do. I grabbed the back of his head and claimed his mouth hard.

  “Fuck,” he moaned.

  “Kiss me,” I whispered.

  “Are you saying you want my lips on you? You want me to kiss you? I'm not the last boy in the world, and I definitely don't have a million dollars,” he said with a smile.

  “Kiss me now,” I moaned. “Touch me.”

  He pulled my bra down to free my breasts and took one in his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. When he took my nipple between his fingers and began rolling it through them, my back arched into his touch and I cried out.

  “Jackson,” I whimpered.

  It was the first time I'd ever called him by his real name in front of him.

  “Shit,” he mumbled.

  He pulled my shirt higher and took my nipple into his mouth before I realized he had moved. When his tongue began circling it, I looked down to watch his perfe
ct mouth on me and felt his chin scruff rub against my skin. My body moved on its own against his mouth. I grabbed my shirt and pulled it over my head before removing my bra quickly. He leaned back and looked down at me with a smile. There was no way I was giving him time to back out of what had already started between us, so I leaned up, reached for the bottom of his shirt, and pulled it up. He lifted his arms so I could get it over his head and off of his arms. My eyes caught sight of a tattoo that went from his chest to his left arm, but there wasn't enough light to see what it was exactly. My fingers moved across his shoulders and up to his cheeks. Before I could get up on my knees, he had me on my back and was hovering over me.

  His mouth found mine while his hand found my breast and began moving from one to the other. When he pinched my nipple, I moaned his name into his mouth. His other hand was in the sand next to my head. My hands went to his muscular chest. I moved them down his abs to the waist of his jeans. He looked into my eyes as his mouth devoured mine. I watched his face, as I unbutton his jeans and then pushed his zipper down.

  My hand sat just above his boxers for a brief moment. Each time images of touching Jackson went through my mind in the previous years, I had always thought about how nervous I would be. It was nothing like that. I'd been more nervous when I'd had my first kiss than I was in that moment. Excitement and need ran through my entire body. I wanted to be with Jackson more than I had ever wanted anything leading up to that moment. My hand moved beneath his boxers. When I wrapped my hand around his hard cock, I thought I was going to lose it. His skin was so soft, but beneath it was pure steel. I began moving my hand up and down him. He grew even bigger under my grasp. I heard him growl out just as my fingers slid across the tip and collected the drop of liquid that had escaped him.

  He pulled back from my body, and I thought it was over. I thought my one chance of being with him was gone. He looked down at me, and all I could see was the sexiest man in the world. He was the only one I'd ever wanted. I wanted it to be him I was with my first time. When I reached down and undid the button and zipper on my shorts, he took a deep breath. I lifted my hips and pushed my shorts down my legs slowly but kept my eyes on his face the entire time. He reached down and slid them the rest of the way down and off of me. His eyes traveled the entire length of my body. I looked down to see the head of his cock peeking out of his jeans.

  His hands were at my ankles. He slid them slowly up my legs to my thighs. I watched him look down as he slid his fingers beneath my panties. My hips moved against his hand, as he moved his fingers over the spot I knew was so wet for him. He had no idea that he was the first man to ever touch me there, and I knew I would never forget what his fingers felt like on my skin.

  “Fuck,” he whispered, as he hit that spot. “You're so damn wet, Tina.”

  “Only for you,” I whispered.

  His eyes connected with mine. He was the one who was nervous. I couldn't believe it. He continued moving his fingers beneath my panties while he watched my eyes.

  “Jackson,” I moaned, as I moved against his touch. “Please.”

  That was all it took. He grabbed my panties and ripped them from me with one pull. I loved the way his arm tightened as he pulled and threw them to the side. His eyes pulled away from mine as he looked down my body. I heard the groan leave his lips. He was on his feet in seconds. I watched him shove his pants down with his boxers. His cock sprang free, and it was the first moment my nerves began to show themselves. In front of me was the perfect sight. Jackson stood above me, in the light of the moon, completely naked. Every ripple in his skin stood out. The tattoo on his chest was perfectly placed and made him ten times sexier. Seeing how hard he was made me want to taste him so badly, but I knew that would have to wait for another time. I wasn't sure how long it would be before someone came out looking for one or both of us, and I didn't want to lose the opportunity to have the only man I wanted inside of me. I looked up at him with a smile on my face.

  “You're so beautiful,” he said. “Seeing you naked on that sand, waiting for me, is the sexiest thing I have ever seen.”

  I motioned with my finger for him to come down to me. He dropped to his knees. I watched him turn around and grab something from his jeans before turning back to face me. He leaned down over me, and I grabbed his head to bring his mouth to mine. My tongue pushed into his mouth and fought his for control.

  “Damn,” he said, as he pulled back to catch his breath.

  “I need you, Jackson,” I whispered.

  I heard the rip of the package and felt his hands move between us. His knee pushed between my legs to nudge them apart. With one hand on each side of the ground beside my head, he lined himself up at my entrance. I wasn't sure how it was going to feel, but that didn't matter. All I knew was that I wanted him inside of me. I could feel him right there. He was so close. His eyes looked deep into mine, and I nodded. I felt him push in slightly and held my breath for what was to come. He moved in a little deeper.

  “Fuck,” he said. “You're so fucking tight.”

  I took his face in my hands and brought his lips to mine.

  “Please,” I whimpered.

  I crashed my lips to his and devoured his mouth. He lost all control and pushed inside of me fast and hard. I cried out as the initial pain shot through me, and he stilled. His entire body went stiff and his muscles tightened. The moment he realized I was a virgin, I thought it was over. My hands went to ass, as I continued kissing him. I dug my fingers into the tight flesh and pulled him against me.

  “Fuck me, Jackson,” I moaned into his mouth.

  He pulled back and thrust into me again. It was more than I had imagined. I could feel myself stretch around him to accept everything he was giving me. When he moved into me, I could feel him filling me completely. So many emotions ran through me all at once. I never thought he had any desire to be with me. I thought I was just his best friend's little sister. That moment gave me so much hope. Hope that I could be with the man I wanted. He wanted me. Jackson wanted me. I held tight to his ass as he fucked me hard and deep. It felt absolutely amazing after a few moments. My hips began moving up to meet his with each pump into me. He took my bottom lip between his teeth and pulled. I cried out his name over and over as he continued filling me. My legs went up around his waist, as I held onto him for dear life. I ran my hands up his back and squeezed his muscles between my fingers. He plunged in so deep, and I knew I was going to explode at any moment. My fingers dug into his back, he thrust into me so hard, and I screamed out his name as I came around him. I could feel my body tighten and release around his cock. He pulled back from our kiss, threw his head back, plunged into me again, and growled my name into the air around us. My name had never sounded so good in my entire life.

  When his body came down on top of mine, I wrapped my arms around his neck. His heart was beating hard against my chest. We were both fighting to catch our breath. After a few minutes, he pulled out of me and rolled onto his back on the sand. He stood up and I saw him move around. When he turned back to me, the condom was gone and he was pulling his boxers up. Once his jeans and shirt were on, he reached down and slipped my shorts up my legs. I put my bra back on before pulling my shirt over my head. He reached down, took my hand, and pulled me to my feet. He had my flip-flops in his hand with my panties. I took them from him and quickly shoved my panties deep into the pocket of my shorts. He wrapped his arm around my back and began walking back toward the hotel.

  When we got to my room, he kissed my forehead before walking away down the hallway. I let the door close behind me and went straight to the bathroom so I could shower. It was just after one o'clock in the morning. Some of the girls were already asleep and some were up with the guys. I didn't say a word on my way by. As soon as the bathroom door closed, I leaned back against it. He'd been the only guy I had ever liked. I remembered the times I'd seen him with girls and how sad it always made me. I wanted him to want me. My fingers went to my lips. He did want me, I thought. My dream
s had finally come true.

  I showered as fast as I could and went right to bed. The faster I fell asleep, the sooner I could see him again. That was what I thought anyway. I couldn't have been more wrong. My world came crashing down just as quickly as it had flourished.

  The following morning, we got our things together and walked down to my brother's room so we could all go to breakfast together. That was what we had planned the day before. When we walked into his room, I looked around, but Jackson wasn't there. All of the guys were there except for him.

  “Is this everyone?” I asked. “I thought you said Jackson was coming.”

  “I saw him last night,” one of my friends said.

  “He was here yesterday,” Tim said. “He went somewhere last night. I thought he was coming right back, but he was gone for hours. He came back at about two o'clock in the morning, grabbed his stuff, said he wasn't feeling well, and left. I sent him a text about an hour ago, and he said he was fine.”

  Tim grabbed the door and opened it so we could all head down to breakfast. I couldn't believe what was happening and felt like I was going to be sick to my stomach. What happened, I wondered? Maybe Jackson didn't really want me after all. Why would he do that? Why would he come looking for me, do what he did with me, and then leave like that? What an asshole, I thought. Was it his way of getting back at me for something? I couldn't imagine what. How could I have been so stupid? How could I let myself think that Jackson would have ever wanted me? I was the quiet, shy girl. That wasn't what he went for. I knew I wasn't good enough for him. I was so angry with myself for believing he liked me at all.

  We all went home, and it was as if it had never happened. If I couldn't feel for myself how sore I was, I would have thought it was a dream.

  He didn't come by the house much that summer. My brother seemed to always go to him to hang out. The very few times I did see Jackson, neither of us ever mentioned it. We were back to being Tiny and Jackie to each other. There was no joking or messing with the other. We only spoke if we had to. I couldn't tell you how many times I cried myself to sleep that summer. Tim asked me constantly if I was okay. He knew something was different with me, but I wasn't about to let him know what it was. I couldn't wait for the summer to end so I could go to school and leave Jackson and my brother's overprotective shit behind.