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

by Cummin, Sharon

  “Stop,” she said. “I'm a grown woman. Do not for one second feed me a line of shit. I have a life, and it's really good. Just be honest with me. That's all I want right now. You will never see me again after tonight. Cut the shit. Tim told me. He told me you made a promise to him that you would never be with me. All these years I thought I wasn't good enough. I thought there was something I didn't have that all those other girls did. I thought I wasn't memorable. I thought you were embarrassed to have been with me. To find out ten years later that the only reason you fucked me was because you weren't supposed to hurts like a bitch.”

  “What?” I said.

  I didn't get exactly what she meant. How could she think I had sex with her just because her brother asked me not to? Was she kidding? The conversation had taken a turn I never expected.

  “Hold on,” I said, as I took her chin and lifted it so I could see her face.

  She had tears in her eyes. I rubbed them away with my thumbs.

  “Close your mouth and listen to me right now, Tiny,” I said. “You are so damn wrong about everything. I fucked you because I wanted you. Do you hear me?”

  For each step I took toward her, she took one back. When her back hit the door she'd just walked in minutes before, her body tensed.

  “Jackie,” she said sternly.

  “I am not through, woman,” I said just as sternly. “I have heard that cocky mouth of yours for two days. It has taken all I have not to throw you over my shoulder and spank that ass of yours. You need to quiet yourself and let me finish, or you are going to find out what happens when you challenge me. Not for one second did I think you would think what you did after that night. I never would have let you think that. I honestly thought that night never meant shit to you.”

  She opened her mouth, and I narrowed my eyes in warning at her.

  “I enjoyed talking to you that night. It was the only time we'd had a genuine conversation that didn't involve one of us putting the other down. When we kissed, there was no place else I would have wanted to be. The reason I tried to pull away when I realized you were a virgin had nothing to do with not wanting you. It had everything to do with feeling you deserved better than me. Your first time should have been with someone you loved and felt things for. You are a million times better than any of those girls. There is nothing they had that you didn't. I never have and never would be embarrassed to be with you, Tiny. I can't believe you could even say that. As for memorable, you have no fucking clue.”

  My hand held her chin to make sure I could see her eyes. I could feel her entire body shake. Tears were building and slowly slipping from her eyes one by one. I wasn't letting go. She needed to know I meant what I was saying. I needed her to see that she was better than any other woman I had ever been with. She needed to know her worth in my world. I couldn't let her leave without knowing that night meant something to me. I didn't want her to ever leave.

  “Memorable isn't the word for it. You have been etched into every single part of my brain for over ten years. Every single second of that night has played in my mind over and over this entire time. I know it was your first time, but not a single woman has compared to that night since then. Believe me, I've tried to get it out of my head. I did make your brother a promise that I would never touch you. It was the night of your thirteenth birthday party. Tim wasn't as bad as you think about you dating. There was only one guy he knew positively that he didn't want to touch you. I was that guy. He knew you were better than me. He knew you deserved a man I would never be. He reminded me more times than I can count of that promise I made.”

  I felt the weight of my body move her against the door harder. My free hand went to the door next to her head. I needed to finish what I was saying without touching her more than I already was. She smelled amazing. I never knew what it was, but it was the same smell from that night on the beach. There was a vanilla scent mixed with something else. Whatever it was had my dick twitching in my boxers.

  “I went to college to get away from you. Did you know that?”

  She shook her head in my hand lightly but never moved her eyes from mine. I let her tears hit my wrist on the way down her cheeks. Neither of us moved to dry them. We were both frozen in place.

  “It didn't help. Tim would tell me about guys he knew that were trying to talk to you. He told me about that asshole from the wedding. The fucker wanted to ask you to a dance, but I wasn't having that shit. I came home just to see his ass. He wasn't the only one. While Tim was busy keeping me away, I was taking care of everyone else. I don't care if you're mad about it either. You go right ahead and be mad. There was no way any of those fuckers were touching you. If I would have found out they did, it wouldn't have happened twice. It didn't help going that far away. You were still in my damn head. Are you mad at me, Tiny?”

  She nodded slightly, and I laughed.

  “I stayed away as much as I could. I was pretty sure when I went by your room that night that you had a guy in there with you too. There was so much noise coming from that door. When your friend told me you had left a long time before and she didn't know where you went, I knew I had to find you. I had to know that you were okay. It pissed me off that they had let you leave by yourself. I saw you sitting on the beach and couldn't help but notice every little change since I had seen you last. When we sat there talking, I couldn't help but get caught up in the moment. I knew I could have sat there all night talking about your plans for college and what you wanted in life. You were the first girl I actually wanted to know everything about. I wanted to know what you wanted for your life. I knew you were going to make an amazing life for yourself.”

  I stood silent for a moment looking into her eyes before saying anything else.

  “I have never regretted being with you that night. It was an honor to be the man you were with for the first time. Me being with you had nothing to do with anything other than wanting you more than anything in that moment. The reason I left that night had nothing to do with you and everything to do with your brother. I walked you back and then went back out to the beach to think. I'd broken my promise to my best friend. We'd been friends for so long, and I felt a horrible guilt for going against him. You have to understand that your parents cared about me when mine never did. They were very important to me. The thought of disappointing them stung me deep inside. If they knew I had been with their baby, they would have thought of me like my own parents did. I know it sounds stupid, but at that time it felt awful knowing they would be disappointed. Tim would have done anything for me. That was the only thing he had ever asked of me in all those years of friendship, and I had went against that. He knew I didn't deserve you, and he was right. That was why I left that night. I knew I couldn't be anywhere near you and not want to be with you again, and I knew I couldn't hurt your family. I tried to stay away as much as I could. That doesn't mean that I haven't thought about you every single day since then.”

  She moved to open her mouth, but I put my finger over her lips.

  “I liked my quiet and shy Tiny. I have to admit I like the mouthy one too. It took all I had not to throw you over my shoulder for fucking with me. I need you to know that you are amazing. You deserve a great man that is worthy of you. You are the most caring and loving person I know. I bet you're an amazing teacher and treat those kids so damn good. You are memorable. Please don't think you're not. I can't believe you thought about that night and felt like I didn't care. You have no idea how hard it was for me to walk away from you, Tiny.”

  I leaned forward so our foreheads were touching, and I could still see her eyes. Her tears were hitting my hand a little more than before.

  “Jackie,” she whispered.

  “I'm sorry about my actions with Chris this weekend. It was killing me knowing he didn't care and had cheated on you. That wasn't who you were supposed to be with. You were supposed to be with someone so much better than him,” I whispered back.

  “Like who?” she asked a little louder.

 
I felt her body stiffen against mine. Something was changing. She was going to push me away. I could feel it.

  “Tiny,” I warned.

  “No, Jackson?” she said in a hurt but challenging tone. “Who is it? Who do you actually feel I deserve to be with? What man is good enough for Tim's sister? Tell me right now.”

  Her hands went up to my chest to push me. I wasn't having that shit. She wasn't going to run on me. I knew I'd never see her again if I let her go.

  “Who the fuck is it that I'm supposed to be with, Jackson?”

  She was shooting daggers at me. Her eyes were dark and full of emotion. I had two choices. Did I let her leave and fix my relationship with her brother and parents, or did I put it all out there and risk losing the only family I would ever care about?

  Her hands pushed hard against my chest. I grabbed her wrists and put them against the door above her head.

  “Me,” I growled. “You're supposed to be with me, Tina.”

  Her eyes widened, and I heard her breath catch. I wasn't going to give her one minute to think about the situation. If I did, she'd fight everything she wanted in that moment. I knew her too well. Her body was reacting to me, just like it did that night. There was no way she was going to lie to me.

  I moved forward and crashed my mouth against hers. My tongue moved softly across her lips. She looked into my eyes and finally opened for me. When my tongue found hers, I felt her pull at her hands and shook my head. Our tongues each fought for control, as she kept her eyes on me. I wasn't breaking the contact. She was going to learn who was in control. My hands moved so that both of hers were in one of mine. When my free hand held the back of her head and pulled her against me, she moaned into my mouth. With my body pressing hers against the door, she could barely move. My knee moved between her legs and spread them. She was grinding against it in seconds. I could feel her heat through my pants and let out a moan of my own. When she tugged her hands again, I laughed into her mouth.

  My free hand wrapped around her hair and pulled. She didn't resist, as she let her head fall back. I pulled away from our kiss, and she gasped into the air. My lips found her neck. It was so much better than I remembered. The taste of her skin would be with me for the rest of my life. I continued kissing, licking, and sucking toward the front of her neck. Her head was back and her eyes were closed. She was so damn perfect. I don't know why she'd think any less of herself. I released my hold on her hair, but she didn't move her head. My hand slid slowly up her t-shirt. When I reached her bra, I shoved it up and held her breast in my hand. My thumb and finger found her nipple and began rolling it.

  “Jackson,” she whispered.

  My name sounded so good rolling off of her tongue. I wanted to hear it over and over. I wanted her to scream it. She needed to know what I could do to her. There was no way she was going to walk away from me. I was going to prove how memorable she was. She needed to know I wasn't too good for her. She was the one that was too good for me.

  “Yes,” I said.

  I pulled her nipple between my fingers, and she arched her back. The way she ground her clothed pussy against my knee, I knew my pants would be wet if I looked down at them.

  “I bet if I slid my hand down your shorts, you'd be so damn wet for me,” I said, as I pulled back and looked at her face.

  She opened her eyes and lifted her head. I held her hands up against the door and watched her face.

  “I'm going to let go of your hands, and you're going to leave them up there. I need both hands to do what I want to you,” I whispered into her ear.

  She nodded without making a sound. I moved my hand down her arm slowly as I looked into her eyes. I continued moving it down until I reached the bottom of her shirt. With the hem in my hands, I lifted it up and over her head, leaving it on her arms. She looked at me nervously, as I undid her bra and lifted it up to rest with her shirt. She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth. I leaned in, pulled her lip into my mouth, and let it go after dragging it through my teeth.

  “Fucking beautiful,” I growled.

  My hands went to her breasts and my mouth followed. I took one nipple into my mouth and the other between my fingers. She let out the sweetest sounding moan that had my dick twitching in my pants. I licked, sucked, and pinched until she was crying out my name.

  “Do you have any idea how good my name sounds coming from those lips?” I asked.

  She looked into my eyes but didn't speak. My mouth kissed a soft trail down her stomach. When I dropped to my knees in front of her, her eyes widened and her mouth opened.

  “Not a word, woman,” I said. “Do you hear me?”

  She made a slight nod with her head and kept her eyes on me the entire time. I pulled her shorts down her legs, and she stepped out of them. My tongue moved across my lips, as I looked up at her. Keeping my eyes connected with hers, I began kissing and licking up her thigh. Her legs were shaking under my mouth. Just as I reached her panties, I moved to the other side and began kissing the same path there. She took a deep breath in, and I knew she was fighting her thoughts.

  “Feel,” I said. “Just feel, Tiny.”

  When my lips reached her panties, I looked into her eyes and slid my tongue beneath them. Her whole body shook when my tongue hit that perfect spot.

  “Jackson,” she moaned, as she moved her hands off the door.

  I stopped and pulled away from her. She let out a growl, and I laughed.

  “Put your hands back where they were,” I said sternly.

  She narrowed her eyes, and I sat back on my legs. I let my tongue move slowly across my lips, and she whimpered.

  “I've got all night,” I said. “Hands back up, beautiful.”

  I ran my hands up her thighs and stopped at the top of her panties. Then I narrowed my eyes at her and stilled with my fingers just inside the waist of them.

  “Jackson,” she scolded.

  “Yes, baby,” I said with a smile.

  She let out a breath and put her hands back where they were. I smiled wide and ripped her panties from her.

  “Fuck,” she whimpered.

  “Legs apart,” I said.

  She looked into my eyes, and I nodded. Then she took her time moving them apart. I could tell she was watching for my reaction. How could she doubt how damn gorgeous she was, I wondered? She thought I left that day because I was embarrassed of her. Who knew what else happened in the years that passed. She needed to hear how great she was. I didn't care what I had to do, I was going to make it up to her. I was going to prove her worth to her. It was a risk I was willing to take. There was no way I would ever walk away from her again.

  I leaned in and ran my tongue over her wetness. She tasted like nothing I'd ever had before. There was no way I'd ever want to taste another woman on my tongue again. The thought of another man's tongue on her had me closing my eyes tightly.

  “Jackie,” she said, as her muscles tightened.

  I knew she sensed the shitty feeling I felt in that moment. She thought it was her. There was no damn way it was her.

  “Relax,” I said. “I'm going to soak up every single bit of this delicious wetness. I'm going to thrust my tongue into you, and you're going to come on my face. Do you hear me? When I'm done, I'm going to take you into the bedroom and claim you as mine. I want you, Tiny. I want you so fucking bad.”

  I felt her legs wobble, as a tear slid from her eye.

  “Do not ever think I didn't want you, baby.”

  I dove in with everything I had. My fingers spread her, as my tongue devoured her. I rubbed her clit with my thumb and sucked her into my mouth. She looked down at me with need in her eyes.

  “I want to touch you, Jackie,” she said.

  I shook my head and thrust my tongue into her. Her head fell back against the door and she cried out. I held her up with one hand while I fucked her with my tongue. She was so damn wet, and I couldn't wait to feel her come. My finger sped up as my thrusting continued. She moaned and called out my name. It
was the most precious sound in the world to me. I never thought we'd be together again, and it was so much better than I thought it would be.

  She was getting close. Her hips were moving, and she was grinding her pussy against my face. I could see her hands move from the door and then go back several times. She was doing an amazing job of controlling the urge to touch me. I grabbed her ass hard with both of my hands and went in deeper with my tongue. My fingers were digging into her skin, and she was crying out even louder.

  “Fuck, Jackson,” she yelled.

  I devoured her like my life depended on it. Her body shook and she cried out as she came hard on my tongue. I could feel her pulse around me and had to do everything I could not to come instantly. Her legs relaxed, and I continued my assault until she gasped to catch her breath. Then I carefully let her body down on mine.

  “You are so damn beautiful, Tina,” I said, as I took her face in my hands and claimed her mouth.

  I stood up with her naked in my arms and walked to the master bedroom of the suite. When I leaned down to set her on the bed, she wrapped her arms around my neck. I felt her tears on the side of my face as she hugged me. It took a minute for her to release her hold on me. Her head fell back on my pillow and I pulled back.

  “I could never get sick of seeing you naked in my bed,” I said.

  “That pink shirt looks so damn good on you,” she said, as she sat up, scooted to the edge of bed, and got up on her knees.

  Her fingers began unbuttoning my shirt. The heat of her touch went straight through to my chest. I swear I felt like my skin was on fire beneath her fingers. She slid the shirt from my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Her fingers went to the tattoo I had on my chest and began tracing it.

  “It's different than it was then,” she said.

  “Yes,” I said.

  “What does it mean? I don't get it. There's a vine, but what are the things running through it?” she asked.

  “Pieces of my life,” I said before grabbing the back of her head and claiming her mouth to distract her from the tattoos.