Bad For You: (An Older Brother's Best Friend Romance)

by Ferrell, Charity

  He wins. Bracken Casey always wins my heart, but I’ll never get anything from him other than a one-night stand. Not even a consolation prize.

  My heart putters like a drum, smashing into my rib cage like a wrecking ball filled with nervousness. I’m using every ounce of self-restraint I have to not jump into his bed and attack him.

  I take a few breaths and relax against my pillow as flickers of our night together come to mind. I acted drunker than I actually was. In the back of my mind, I had a plan. That plan was to blame it on the alcohol if he turned me down. The next morning, I’d act like I had no recollection of the events that had taken place. The problem is that I hadn’t expected him to actually kiss me … and then have sex with me. That entire night was filled with new experiences that I thought would never happen.

  One more time.

  Maybe we can do it just one more time. It will be a way for us to fight our boredom, and it will cure my craving. One more time, and maybe I can get him out of my system. One more time, and maybe he’ll realize what he’s been missing all along; what’s been right in front of him for years.

  “I hate to burst your bubble, babe, but this movie is fucking ridiculous,” he says, breaking me away from my thoughts. “I can’t believe people actually pay to watch this shit. It’s horrible.”

  I turn on my side to look at him and rest my chin in my hand. “You know how some people watch porn?” He arches a brow in uncertainty of where I’m going with this. I roll my eyes. “Don’t try to act like you don’t watch porn.”

  His arm swings out to gesture towards the TV. “What the fuck does me watching porn have to do with this shit? There’s no tits, no ass, no penetration. Nothing entertaining.”

  “It’s like PG-13 porn.” He snorts at my response. “Hey, not all of us want to see tits, ass, and penetration. We only want a little eye candy. That’s all.”

  A salacious grin breaks out along his lips. “Have you ever even watched porn before, Nautica?” His voice is husky. His tone is full of challenge.

  The room grows warm as my heart pounds against my chest. “That’s really none of your business.” I’m trying to act like I’m more annoyed than I actually am.

  “So you haven’t?”

  I want to smack away the humiliating blush rising along my cheekbones. “Again, that’s none of your business.”

  He wiggles his fingers my way. “Give me the remote.”

  I arch a brow. “Why?”

  “Give. Me. The. Remote.”

  My hand wavers before I toss it over to him. I stare at the TV while he turns off the movie and starts to flip through the pay-per-view options. My mouth falls open, but no words form when I notice what he’s doing. No way.

  I’m going to kill him.

  He’s only fucking with me. He won’t go there. Will he?

  My legs tingle. I want to dash out of the room, flee with embarrassment, and lock myself in his truck. But I can’t move. I’m frozen in place. Curiosity is a motherfucker digging at my mind and convincing me to stay.

  Excitement grows in the pit of my belly. I stay silent while he scrolls through the Adult Videos XXX list.

  College Coeds Untamed; Bessie’s Backdoor Experience; Lola’s Lost Innocence.

  Where the hell do they even come up with these names?

  “Bracken?” I draw out slowly; surprised words can even leave my mouth. “What are you doing?

  He shrugs without bothering to look at me. “Giving you your first true porn experience. I want to show you it’s more exciting and enlightening than your PG-13, boring shit.”

  I scrape a hand through my hair and bite into my lip. “What?” I suck in a breath. “What if I don’t want any porn experience? What if I want to stay a porn virgin for life?”

  Shit! I just told him I haven’t watched it before.

  “Then that really sucks for you and whatever chump you marry.”

  I frown, and am in too much shock of him insulting my future husband to realize he’s selected a movie until I see the word loading on the screen. I slam my eyes shut. I’m not going to watch. I cup my hands over my ears. I’m not listening, either.

  My hands aren’t doing a very good job because I can still hear the slow, instrumental music start to play out, but I don’t hear any moans or groans … yet.

  “Move your hands away and open your damn eyes, Nautica,” he says, his tone demanding. I squeeze my eyes tighter and shake my head. He lets out a ragged breath of annoyance. “Fine, shit. Do you want me to turn it off?”

  I loosen my hands. I can hear voices. A man’s. Then a woman’s. She calls him professor. Role playing. Teacher and student, I can only assume.

  I shake my head again, not saying anything. I don’t want him to turn it off, but I also don’t want to admit how turned on I’m getting.

  “Your dad,” I croak out. “He’s … he’s going to see this on the bill.” And think what the fuck? I can only imagine what his parents would think of me if they knew I was peeping porn with their son.

  “He isn’t going to see shit. I’m the one who paid for the room with my credit card. No one else will know about this but you and me. It’ll be our little secret.”

  Another one to add to the list. We are starting to rack up quite the collection of those.

  I calmly pry one eye open, then the other, and take a deep breath before looking at the TV. I don’t look at Bracken. I don’t have the guts to, but I can feel his eyes on me, anticipating my reaction.

  There’s a woman, probably in her early twenties. She’s blonde, busty, and gorgeous. She’s sitting on a desk with her legs spread wide open, giving us a view of her goods. A man is in front of her, rubbing his hand up and down her legs, and giving her a wild grin.

  My mouth falls open when his hand moves underneath her skirt. He starts to stroke her between the legs. Her curls hit the desk as her head falls back and she cries out in ecstasy. Her eyes slam shut, and she starts to move in sync with his fingers. The moans come. They’re loud, high-pitched, and definitely over-exaggerated.

  Is that how I look when I’m horny and on the brink of an orgasm? God, I hope not.

  I block out the moans and pick up on Bracken’s sharp breaths. He’s turned on. I gulp, going back and forth with myself on whether to look at him.

  The girl drops to her knees, her mouth opening as she takes in his gigantic cock. He looks down, watching her intently, and grips her hair while telling her what a good student she is.

  My own breathing grows ragged as heat explodes through me. I fight with myself, dying to inch my fingers underneath my panties and put out the fire building in-between my legs.

  It’s hot. It’s intense. It’s dirty. Porn isn’t so bad after all. It’s actually pretty fucking amazing. Bracken might’ve introduced a new drug to an addict.

  The guy flips the girl over, smashing his front against her back, and slides into her from behind. Their moans, grunts, and the sound of their smacking flesh takes over the silence of us. We don’t make a sound. Our heavy breathing and loud sighs are our only signs of communication.

  Bracken clears his throat when the movie ends. “So?” he squeaks out, his voice barely a whisper.

  I stay quiet, certain if I talk it’s not going to be pretty. I’m either going to scream at him or try to seduce him. Or maybe both.

  He clears his throat again. “What did you think?”

  “I think I’m pissed at you,” I say, finally gaining the guts to look over at him. His hands are clenched to his sides, his front teeth biting into his lower lip, and I can make out the length of his excitement underneath his jeans. “I’m pissed at you because you made me watch that. Now I’m horny as hell with no way to relieve myself.”

  “Fix it then.” His eyes blaze into mine.

  I shake my head, looking at him like he’s a madman. “There’s no way I’m masturbating in front of you.”

  “Do you want me to fix it for you?”

  I gape at him. My breathing restricts a
s I pinch myself, certain I’m clouded in a dream. But I’m not dreaming. I’m here … with Bracken … and he’s waiting on my response to whether I want him to finger fuck me or not.

  “Now is not the time to fuck with me.” The throbbing between my legs is torturing me. I don’t have time for his jesting. He needs to shut me down, so I can attempt to calm myself.

  I wait for his smart-ass response, for him to break out in laughter, but that’s not what I get. His eyes are determined, his face stolid. He points to his erection, his teeth gritting in the process.

  “Do you see this?” he asks. “Do you see how fucking hard my dick is? Do you think I’m fucking with you right now?” I blink a few times before meeting his eyes. “I repeat, do you want me to fix it for you? Say the word, and it’s fucking done.”

  The air in the room grows thick. I’m screaming on the inside, bursting at the seams with excitement, but I try to keep my voice cool. I want to sound seductive and sexy, like the girl in the video. “Yes, Bracken. I do. I want you to come to my bed, strip off my clothes, shove your fingers inside of me, and make me cum like he did to that girl.”

  Holy shit, did I really just say that? Did those words actually fall from my lips?

  I’m blaming it on post-porn watching side effects. They need to put a warning label on that shit. “If you watch this, you’ll try to screw your brother’s best friend … or really anyone.”

  I stay still as he leans forward. The tip of his pointer finger hits the remote and the TV goes black. He slithers out of the bed without saying a word. His strong jaw flexes, and he squares up his shoulders. The look of uncertainty morphs into something that resembles determination.

  There’s no turning back now. He knows it, too. And he doesn’t have a damn problem with it. That makes two of us.

  He stops at the side of my bed. “I have an idea.”

  “What’s that?”

  He sheds his t-shirt, and I can’t stop myself from feathering my fingers across the sculpted muscles of his chest. He looks down at my hand and pumps up his hips. “Let’s play a game to see who can get the other off first.”

  I raise a brow. “I’m always up for a good challenge.”

  I run my hand over his hard bulge. His back straightens when I unzip his jeans and slowly slide my fingers underneath them. I roughly cup him through his boxers. Oh yeah, he’s ready for me, and I can’t wait to touch him.

  “Then show me what you’ve got.” His tone is sharp as he looks down at me. He bucks his hips forward as a further invitation.

  Things are about to get a lot more entertaining in this po-dunk little hotel room.

  I get up on my knees and forcefully yank his pants down, along with his boxers. His throbbing erection springs forth directly in front of my face. My mouth waters. I can feel myself growing wetter.

  My tongue races across the bottom of my lip as I grab his cock with both hands. He jerks forward when I pump my hands up and down in opposite directions, feeling the full length of him growing harder.

  “God, don’t stop,” he mutters, throwing his head back.

  I don’t listen to him. Instead I replace my hands with my tongue as I circle it around his tip and lick away the small bead of pre-cum.

  “Fuck, yeah. That’s even better,” he says, tilting up his hips. “Suck me good. Show me how you’re going to win.”

  I’m beginning to realize why Bracken has girls falling at his feet. The man knows how to fuck, and he knows how to talk dirty while doing it.

  I sweep my tongue over his length before taking him in my mouth. He’s big … bigger than what I’m used to, and it takes me a second to adjust to his size.

  He groans, moving his pelvis up to feed me more, and I suck harder. I’m positive I’m about to win, that he’s about to bust in my mouth, when he stops me.

  “Don’t think I give up that easy, sweetheart,” he says, grinning. His cock falls from my mouth with a plop. I shriek when he grabs me underneath my arms and throws me backwards on the bed. “I’m not one who likes to lose.” I gasp, anxiously waiting for what’s coming next as he joins me in the bed.

  He strips off my shirt. I wriggle out of my jeans. Our eyes meet, and we just stare at each other for a minute. This is really going to happen again.

  “Come here,” he says, falling down on his back. His eyes fasten on me as I crawl over to him. “Now turn your ass around.” I do as I’m told and look back at him from over my shoulder. “Now feed me your pussy.” I freeze up. He smiles. “It’s too late to get shy on me now.” He points to his cock. “I take care of you. You take care of me. Let’s see who does the better job.”

  I chew on the edge of my lip. I’ve never done this before. Sure, I’ve given blowjobs, and guys other than Bracken have attempted to go down on me, but I’ve never done them both simultaneously. My sex life didn’t take off until I’d gotten to college only six months ago, so my experience is on a completely different level than his.

  He bends forward to snag my leg and drags me his way. I take slow, deep breaths and carefully position myself over him. He doesn’t waste any time. His tongue immediately goes between my legs. All of that hesitation about not being experienced enough for him is wiped away with the first lick. I’m a goner.

  “Oh fuck,” I moan out. My mouth falls open directly over his erection. I grin, dipping my head down and wrapping my lips around the tip. He jerks underneath me as I draw his entire length into my mouth.

  His tongue is causing me to have a hard time focusing on my own job of sucking his cock. I need to get my shit together before I lose our little game.

  A powerful hand grips my ass and brings me closer to him. I pull back when he smacks my ass. He’s playing dirty. He’s eating my pussy for the win, and I need to suck his cock the same way.

  I level myself with one hand and take him completely in my mouth. I use my other hand to massage his balls. His tongue moves faster. I suck him harder. We’re both getting closer and closer.

  I lose it when he shoves two fingers inside of me. They move in sync with his tongue, bringing me to my brink. I don’t give a shit if I win or lose at this point, I’m only worried about one thing: getting off. And that’s exactly what I do as I embarrassingly scream out my release.

  Seconds later, I taste the saltiness of his cum filling my mouth. I suck him dry and swallow down every bit.

  “Let’s call that a tie,” he says, slapping my ass again.

  I blow out a long breath and pull away from him. Silence devours us. The lights flicker a few times and the room goes dark.

  “Please tell me the electricity just didn’t go out,” I mutter, blinking.

  “I think so,” he answers, with a chuckle.

  I groan. “Go fucking figure.” At least I don’t have to face him. That’s a plus.

  “I think it’s a sign.”

  “A sign for what? The world is now ending because I sucked your cock?”

  I shiver as his cold hand runs along the inside of my thigh. “I think it’s a sign we need to cure our boredom again.”

  He grabs my hand and places it over his cock. I can feel it hardening underneath my palm. He’s ready for round two. I straddle his lap and slowly take him inside of me.

  We fuck in the darkness of the deserted hotel.

  Our little secret.

  chapter eight

  bracken

  “Do you want to talk about it?” I ask, buckling up my seatbelt.

  I merge onto the interstate to go home. The streets are still in pretty rough condition, but they’re plowed.

  We spent the rest of the night at the hotel. The lights were still out after we finished up round two, which was even better than her sucking my cock, and we dozed off after. It must’ve come back on sometime while we were sleeping.

  “Talk about what?” Nautica replies. Her voice is cold and distant. Not good. She’s staring down at her phone like it’s the most fascinating thing she’s ever seen.

  She’s playing the in
nocent act, but I know now there’s no innocence flowing through her veins. There’s a wildcat under there, and the sensitive fingernail scrapes on my back further prove my point.

  “About last night,” I say.

  We’d done it again; severed the rules. Delight shouldn’t have fogged my mind when I woke up this morning with her ass plastered against my dick and my arms wrapped around her, but it did. It was so much better than feigning sleep while she snuck out. It got awkward, though. We barely said a word to each other as we brushed our teeth, changed clothes, and got our shit together.

  “Nope,” she answers, sharply.

  “You kidding me?” I have to know where her head is before we get home. We need to figure out a plan so we don’t get ourselves caught up.

  She releases a long, ragged breath as her eyes deadpan on me. “No, I’m not kidding you. If we talk about it, you’re probably going to tell me it was wrong and can’t happen again.” I stupidly nod in agreement. “I don’t want to hear you say those words because I don’t agree with them.” She signals between the two of us. “Us together, you and me, it’s not wrong. It actually feels perfect, and I know you feel the same way. So excuse me if I don’t want to hear you stutter out lies like, “this can’t happen again,” when we both know damn well you want it to. Quit worrying about my brother. He’ll get over it. We’re grown adults.”

  I’m lost for words. I definitely wasn’t expecting all of that. This is worse than I thought. She wants us to be more than a hook-up. She wants a commitment.

  I’d be lying to both of us if I say I don’t want more with her, but commitment isn’t my thing. I’m not looking for a girlfriend or a wife. I enjoy fucking her, but that’s as far as shit will go between us. I like my freedom too much.

  She’s eyeing me with expectancy, like her proclamation will fix everything, and we’ll be all hearts and roses.

  “You know that can’t happen,” I say. Her face shifts from hopeful to hostile. “It was a one-time thing.”

  “A one time thing that’s happened three times.” She holds up three fingers and lets out a harsh laugh. “That makes real sense.” Her purse lands on the floorboard with a thud, and she kicks her legs up on the dashboard. “God, I’m so damn stupid.”