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

by Cummin, Sharon

  “Thank you so much for keeping my runner here,” he said. “It felt horrible being so far away.”

  “Anything for my kids,” she said.

  I couldn't help but look him up and down. His shirt was still open at the top and was no longer tucked in. He seriously was the sexiest man I had ever seen in my life. He held out his hand for me to take it.

  “Come home with me,” he said.

  I took his hand and nodded as I stood up. We hugged my parents, and he grabbed his bags. As soon as we got into my rental car, I laughed.

  “What's so funny?” he asked.

  “That car was yours,” I said.

  He shook his head and laughed.

  “It was,” he said.

  Jackson drove since I wasn't sure where he lived exactly.

  “The building your company is in is amazing,” I said. “It was so warm and welcoming inside. I can't explain it. I was impressed with the fireplace outside of your office.”

  “Did you go inside?” he asked.

  “No,” I said.

  “There's one inside as well. The windows even darken. About Andrea.”

  “I don't want to know,” I said, as I cut him off.

  “No, Tina,” he said. “I didn't mean that. I was just going to say that she's never said anything inappropriate to me. I do catch her checking me out all the time. If she didn't know my schedule and jump on stuff no matter what day or time, I would fire her. I've never done anything with her, and I never would.”

  I nodded, as I looked out the window.

  “When do you work next?” he asked.

  “Monday,” I answered. “I have a flight out late tomorrow already booked. I would like to see my parents again before I leave though. Who knows when I'll be back again.”

  He'd had my hand in his the entire drive, but I felt his hand tense when I said that.

  Once he pulled off the freeway, we drove through streets with beautiful homes. I'd never been in that area before. Then he drove down a long road with trees on both sides. When he came to a gate, he rolled the window down and flashed something in front of a box. The gate opened and he drove up a long, winding drive. When the house came into view, I gasped. It was a huge, brick two-story house with the most beautiful front porch that covered the entire length of the house and wrapped around the side. There was a garage off to the side that looked like it probably fit 5 cars in it. There were trees everywhere. Jackson parked my rental off to the side and hurried around to get my door. I looked up at him and laughed.

  “Aren't you just a gentleman,” I said.

  “Get used to it,” he said with a smile.

  I took his hand and got out of the car. He closed my door and slammed his body against mine. With my back against the door, I felt the cool metal against my skin through my shirt but the warmth from his body against my chest. He grabbed my hair, wrapped it around his hand, and pulled so I was looking up at him. Then his mouth came down hard on mine and a whimper came from my lips. His knee pushed between my legs and came up against the one spot I wanted him most. I wrapped my arms around his neck, as my hands dove into his sexy, messy hair. I kissed him harder than I had earlier. He literally took my breath away. I pulled back to fill my lungs with air.

  “Fuck,” I moaned. “Jackson.”

  “Say it again,” he demanded.

  “Jackson,” I whispered.

  “I love the way my name sounds on your tongue. You have no idea how long I've wanted to hear it. I know we had that one night together after the wedding, but it wasn't enough. It will never be enough, Tina. I love you so damn much, baby.”

  His other hand moved down and pulled my leg up and around his waist. I smiled a huge smile.

  “I can't believe this is real. I can't believe you live here. How do you live alone in a house this big?” I asked.

  “Waiting for you,” he said. “When I bought this house, it was for you. Come on.”

  Jackson grabbed my hand and pulled me up the front steps.

  “You love porches that cover the front of a house, and you always liked porch swings,” he said, as he unlocked the door and opened it.

  I walked in before him and my mouth dropped at the huge entryway. Everything looked like it had just been built. The paint and carpet were spotless. He pulled me through the house to the large kitchen with a long staging area right in the center. I let out a gasp and covered my mouth.

  “Look at this kitchen,” I said.

  “It's yours,” he said with a smile.

  Then he pulled me toward the back of the house into the family room. There were floor to ceiling windows across the entire room. A set of double doors led out to a sitting room that then led out to a large deck with a hot tub on it. The back yard was surrounded by woods, and in the very center of the yard was an inground pool that had steps leading down into the water.

  “This is like a dream, Jackson,” I said. “I can't believe this.”

  We walked back into the house, and he opened a door leading down a set of stairs. When he flipped the lights on, I cried out.

  “No way,” I said. “Look at this gym. It's huge. You have everything in here. No wonder you look like that. Look at that wall of mirrors. You can see yourself the entire time.”

  “I'm glad you approve of the way I look, Tina,” he said, as he wrapped his arms around me from behind and pulled me back against him. “I can think of a few things I'd like to see in these mirrors.”

  “Jackson,” I yelped.

  “Yes, baby,” he said low against my neck.

  I felt his lips brush against me and couldn't help the shiver that ran through my body.

  “I can't wait to bend you over and watch as I take you from behind. You'll have your hands against the glass, as I thrust into you so fucking deep.”

  I sucked in my bottom lip and bit down to stop the moan from leaving my lips. Then I thought about the plans I had for the mirrors. I turned my body in his and dropped to my knees. When I looked up at him, his eyes were wide and he was looking down at me.

  “Do you remember that night on the beach?” I asked, as I unbuttoned his pants.

  “Of course I do,” he said. “I couldn't believe you wanted me to be your first.”

  “You were the one I knew I was going to be with my first time,” I said. “I did have one regret that night when you walked me back to my room.”

  I pulled his pants down his legs along with his boxers and nudged his leg for him to step out of them.

  “Really?” he asked.

  “Yes,” I said.

  My hand went up and wrapped around his hard cock. I held him, as I stroked him from his base to his tip. My thumb moved over his head and collected the liquid that had already dripped from it.

  “I never tasted you, Jackson,” I whispered.

  I brought my thumb to my mouth and licked it before sucking off what was left.

  “You tasted me, but I never got to taste you.”

  “Fuck,” he whispered.

  “You have no idea how badly I wanted you in my mouth that night,” I said, as I looked up at him. “I knew what it felt like to have your tongue on me and you buried deep inside, but I wanted you on my tongue, Jackson. I wanted to take you into my mouth and suck you so damn hard.”

  With our eyes connected, I leaned forward and let my tongue lick from his balls, up his shaft, and circled his head before moving across the tip.

  “Tina,” he moaned.

  My lips spread around him and took him into my mouth and deep into my throat in one long, slow move. I heard the growl vibrate through his body just as his hand dove into my hair. I kept my eyes on his and pulled him back to the tip of my tongue before burying him inside my mouth again. His eyes closed and his head fell back. My gaze moved to the mirror. Seeing him standing above me, his cock in my mouth, and his head back was the hottest thing I had ever seen. A few moments later, his eyes opened and met mine in the mirror. I watched him as I sucked and licked him. I pulled him from mout
h and moved my tongue in circles over his tip. He moaned into the air before looking down at my face. Both of my hands went to the backs of his legs.

  “You have no idea how fucking sexy you look on your knees in front of me like this. I love you, Tiny. I always have. I'm so damn sorry for letting you go. I've suffered so hard the last ten years. You were with me every single day. I promise not to ever leave you again. No matter what you do, I will be right there, baby. I won't be without you. Not for one day.”

  His hand moved deeper into my hair, and my lips covered him again. I sucked him hard, deep, and fast. A groan came from him, just as his hand wrapped around a bunch of my hair. My grip on his legs tightened, as I used my hold to fuck him with my mouth. It only made me want it more when my name rolled from his tongue. He was using his hold in my hair to pump into my mouth harder. I felt his legs begin to shake.

  “Up here, baby,” he commanded in a deep, raspy tone. "I need to be inside that sweet pussy of yours. I need to feel you hold my cock tight.”

  I didn't let up or move to stand.

  “Tina,” he barked out.

  I looked up at his eyes with a smile and sucked his cock deep into my mouth.

  “If you don't get up here now, I'm going to fill that cocky mouth full of me. Do you hear me?”

  I nodded, and he narrowed his eyes down at me.

  “I mean it, baby,” he said. “I want you wrapped around my dick. It's been two weeks, and I didn't get nearly enough of you that night. It's not going to take long before I fill that mouth.”

  I blinked my eyes at him and kept our connection. I wanted to see his face when he came.

  My mouth tightened around him, as my fingers gripped his legs so tight I felt them dig into his skin. I pulled back and slammed him deep into my throat.

  “Fuck,” he cried out. “Suck me hard, Tina.”

  The use of my real name made me want to taste him even more. I took him as deep and hard as I could. He grabbed the back of my head hard, stilled, and filled my mouth with jolt after jolt of his manly, amazing flavor. I swallowed every bit he gave me and licked him clean before taking him from my mouth.

  “You taste so damn good,” I said, still on my knees looking up at him.

  He reached down, grabbed under my arms, and pulled me to my feet and into his chest. I looked over at the mirrors and smiled.

  “I can think of a lot of things I'd like to do right here,” I said, as I stood tall and kissed his cheek. “I love you so damn much, Jackie.”

  He leaned forward a bit and caught me under my knees before scooping me up and heading up the steps, through the house, and up another set of steps.

  “I want to show you something,” he said, as he kicked open a door and walked into a huge bedroom.

  “Shit!” I said in surprise. “This room is bigger than my entire apartment.”

  “Do you really want to go there right now?” he asked.

  I moved in his arms until he let my feet touch the floor.

  “It's only temporary,” I said. “I'm saving to buy a house.”

  “I heard,” he said in an unhappy tone. “That area is not safe, the elevator doesn't work, and the halls smell like shit. We are not talking about this right now. I have you to myself until we get on that plane tomorrow night.”

  I thought I heard him wrong and took a step back from him. He turned and walked over to a door and opened it.

  “I'll be right back,” he said, as he walked through the door and pulled it shut behind him.

  “Did you say we?” I asked loudly, making sure he could hear me.

  I heard him moving around and then heard water running. It was his bathroom. That made sense. As I looked around the room, I took in its size. There was a king size bed against one wall. In front of it was a television mounted on a wall. There was a very large amount of space between the television and the bed. In the corner was the most beautiful fireplace. I absolutely loved them. When I was younger, I'd tell my parents what my home would have when I grew up. I thought back about what he'd said about getting his house and thinking of me. It did have everything I'd told my parents I would have one day. Well, almost everything. I had yet to see his tub. There were drapes closed that covered one whole wall. I walked over and pulled them open. The gasp that left my mouth was loud. There was a set of double doors in the middle of floor to ceiling windows that overlooked a large deck. I swung the doors open and walked out. There was a large table and at least five chairs on the deck. When I walked to the edge, it looked out over the pool and yard. I could see the woods just past the yard. They seemed to go on forever. There wasn't a house, street, or person in sight. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. It was better than looking out over the ocean. It was as if there was nothing else in the world but his house and that yard. I felt the first tear move down my cheek just before his arms wrapped around me.

  “I did,” he said in answer to the question I'd asked when he was in the bathroom. “I'm not going a day without you, Tina. I can't do it, not anymore. I'll be where you are.”

  “You can't do that,” I said with a slight sniffle. “You have your work.”

  He turned me in his arms.

  “What's wrong?” he asked. “Why are you crying?”

  I looked at him for a second before responding.

  “The view,” I said. “It's as if nothing else in the world exists, Jackson. I've never seen anything like it.”

  “I thought you'd like it. You used to say you wanted a yard that felt like yours alone. You said you wouldn't want to hear your neighbors every time you opened a window like you did at your parents. You used to complain about it, even when you were thirteen. I couldn't believe when I heard how noisy it was where you live in New York. It made me laugh.”

  “You have a fireplace in your bedroom,” I said, as I shook my head.

  “There's one in the living room as well,” he said. “You're the reason I have one in my office at work.”

  I laughed and wrapped my arms around his neck.

  “Were you really thinking of me when you had that put in?” I asked with a laugh.

  “That and the shaded windows,” he said with a smirk.

  “Jackson,” I said, as my face flushed.

  I could actually feel my cheeks blush.

  “You haven't seen the best part yet. When I moved in here, I redid a lot of things. That deck is new as well as the fireplace in the corner. There was one thing I couldn't miss. It sounds silly, I know. There was one thing you said you wanted more than anything. I thought for sure you would think it was corny until I talked to you the past two weeks. You've definitely not gotten past it. Do you know what the one thing you said you wanted in your house when you grew up more than anything else was?”

  “The tub,” I said. “I've always had a thing with the tub. I can't believe you remembered all of this.”

  “I remember everything you've ever said.”

  He looked into my eyes, reached down, and pulled the hem of my shirt up and over my head. Then he unclasped my bra and slid it down my arms letting it fall to the deck. I caught my hands moving to cover my breasts, as I looked out at the yard.

  “Nobody can see you, baby,” he said.

  Then he leaned down and removed my pants and panties. He took a step back and looked from my toes all the way up to my eyes.

  “Fucking beautiful,” he said.

  I grabbed his shirt and pulled it up and over his head. Then I pushed the boxers he'd put back on, without me noticing, down his legs. He grabbed my hand and pulled me into his room.

  “I plan to make love to you on that deck, but that has to wait. I have something to show you,” he said just as he pushed open the bathroom door.

  “Jackson,” I cried out, as the door opened completely and I got a view of the whole room.

  Tears instantly moved down my face. He was right there wiping them away.

  “Are those good or bad tears?” he asked.

  I didn't answer at fi
rst.

  “Tina,” he said nervously. “You're killing me here. I've been waiting so damn long for you to see this. Say something, baby.”

  “There are no words. This is beyond my dreams. I can't believe you did all this. What if I never came to see it?” I asked.

  “That wasn't an option,” he said, as he stepped forward and took my cheeks in his hands and tilted my face up to meet his. “Do you remember what you said to me at your thirteenth birthday when I offered to kiss you?”

  I looked at him and thought about it.

  “I said a few things,” I said. “There was no way I was going to let you make me look like a fool by turning and laughing that I wanted your kiss. My other thought was that you'd actually kiss me and then tell everyone I couldn't kiss. I wasn't stupid enough to accept your offer.”

  “There was one thing you said that stuck with this whole time,” he said. “You said you wouldn't kiss me even if I had a million dollars.”

  “You know money doesn't matter to me, Jackie. My point was even the largest amount of money wouldn't make me stupid enough to let you make a fool out of me.”

  “You have no idea how badly I really wanted to kiss you, Tiny. That was what pissed your brother off. He knew I really liked you.”

  “Really?” I asked.

  “Really,” he said, as he turned me so my back was to his chest with his arms around me. “You saying that stayed with me. Every single time I doubted myself and my ability to make it, I thought about that comment. Each time I thought I'd made a bad business decision or was unsure I was making the right one, I thought about that comment. I have a frame with your comment in it in my desk drawer at work. It sounds crazy, I know. If I ever have one doubt about what I'm doing, I think about your words. I knew I had to make a million dollars for you. I felt like you were the only one that believed I could. You never once told me you thought I could become something. You didn't have to. You said even if I had that money you still wouldn't kiss me. To me, that meant that you thought it was possible for me to achieve that goal. My own family didn't believe I could do what I wanted and make something of myself. I always felt like you did. You never know how much words mean to people and what they can do to someone. Those words had such an impact on me. Once I made the first million, it made me feel so damn good. I knew I could make the next one. I used your words to push and pull me through the hardest times. The times I lost money and I wanted to give up, you were the one that got me through it. I wanted to hit a billion. When that day came, you were the first one I planned to tell. It was you that I wanted to be proud of me. I hoped that when I hit that huge milestone in my life, that you would want to be mine. In my mind, that would make you proud and make your brother feel like I was good enough for you.”