“This looks delicious,” I said as he sat it down on a wooden block.
“It is. I order it as often as possible,” he said.
“Doesn’t that defeat the purpose of learning new recipes?”
“Not if you keep forgetting to save the recipe cards.”
“You know they have those recipes online,” I said.
“Ah, well,” he said, sitting. “Shit.”
I laughed at his delivery until I was red in the face and gasping for breath. My brother always had a way of making me laugh.
“So,” he said as he took a mouthful of food, clearly violating every rule in every manners book ever of not talking while eating, “do you have a thing for Tyler?”
I nearly dropped my fork and had to readjust my grip on it to make sure it didn’t clatter onto the plate and answer his question with my awkwardness.
“Hmm?” I said, trying to buy time.
“Tyler. My best friend. Who you have been hanging around with a lot and who has been talking about you more than usual,” he said.
“He has?” I asked, and as his eyes grew wide, I realized quickly that I needed to cover my tracks. “No, I don’t have a thing for Tyler. Nothing going on there. For sure.”
“Yup,” he said, taking another bite. “You’re lying. It’s all over your face.”
I shook my head. “I don’t have a thing for Tyler. God, it’s so ridiculous. We just keep showing up at the same place, and since he’s your best friend, I feel like I can talk to him. That’s all. I don’t know how it just keeps happening that we end up in the same place, but frankly, Astoria isn’t all that big of a place, you know?”
My heart was beating through my chest, and I tried to control my breathing. I knew when I lied, my nostrils flared. It was something he’d pointed out to me years ago when we were kids and I’d lied about being out late one night with a friend.
“Well, you better not have a thing for him,” he said, taking another bite of his food and washing it down with a beer. “He’s off-limits.”
I stuck my fork into the delicious chicken, which I was still having a hard time believing my brother cooked and looked at him curiously.
“I’m sorry, did you say he’s off-limits?”
“He’s too old for you,” he said dismissively. “You should be dating guys your own age.”
Suddenly, what had been a big brother talking to me as a peer became another lecture. Another instruction from someone who felt like they had some agency over my life. It was everything I had tried to escape when I left Mom and Dad’s. It was everything I thought I was avoiding by being at Nick’s. I stood up, taking my plate with me, and started walking down the hall.
“Where are you going?” he asked.
“I’m taking my dinner to the bedroom so I can pack,” I said.
“Pack?” he asked. “You just got here. Where are you planning on going?’
“Melissa’s,” I said and slammed the door shut behind me.
He didn’t knock or try to stop me, and by the time I had finished the plate, I was packed, and I walked into the kitchen, washed it, and put it in the drainer to dry. I didn’t even say goodbye before walking out the door. Nick, stewing, sat on the couch and watched me go.
Instead of Melissa’s place, I ended up driving somewhere else entirely. My muscles acted on their own accord, turning and accelerating through the city, until I found myself pulling into Tyler’s driveway. I parked but kept the car running, trying to decide if I was going to do this or not. I could just back out and head to Melissa’s and no one would know.
But I didn’t. I got out of the car and walked up the sidewalk to the porch. I drew in a deep breath and rapped on the door. As soon as I did, a flood of emotions hit me, and when the door opened, I was fighting the tears that were already coming down my cheeks.
“Becca?” Tyler said when he opened the door. I could barely see him through the tears, and he ushered me inside. “Hey, hey,” he said reassuringly. “Come over here and sit down. Let me get you something to drink.”
He guided me to his couch, and I sat, and a minute later he came back with a small, heavy glass with a couple of ice cubes and some whiskey in it. It smelled like the good stuff, the sipping stuff, but I didn’t bother. I downed it all in one gulp and shuddered as it burned its way down my throat.
“Oh, wow, okay, it’s like that,” he said, standing. “I’ll get you another one. And me. I have a feeling I might need it.”
He came back from the kitchen with two glasses, handing one to me, which I elected to sip instead of gulping down. I had to remember I was a lightweight. Though, frankly at that moment, I didn’t particularly care.
“I’m sorry,” I said.
“No, stop,” he said. “No apologies. I’d much rather you come here than drive in this condition. Should I call Nick?”
“No,” I said, rather forcefully, and Tyler put his phone down slowly.
“Okay. So, do you want to tell me what’s going on?” I nodded and took another sip. The whiskey was extremely strong, and it lingered as it went down, but it went down smooth.
“I moved in with Nick,” I said. “Temporarily.”
“I heard you were going to do that,” he said. “He told me the other night.”
“Yeah, well, apparently you asked some questions about me and he got suspicious,” I said, trying not to have an accusatory tone.
“Ah, yeah,” he said. “He’s really sensitive about that. You’re his sister. He wants to protect you.”
“Well, seeing us together in the library didn’t help, either.”
“He didn’t seem too happy about it,” Tyler agreed.
“No, he wasn’t. And he took it out on me. Asking me a bunch of questions and accusing me of lying to him.”
“About what?”
“About something happening between us,” I said. “He started saying you were off-limits, and wasn’t listening to me when I told him nothing was happening. He just wants to control me like my parents. But I’m an adult. I’m not a little kid anymore.”
“I can see that,” he said and winced. It was like that was supposed to be a thought and not something he said. I decided to brush past it.
“I just hate that no one takes me seriously. No one lets me just be me, as an adult. They all try to control my life,” I said.
When I told him that Nick spoke to me just like my parents did, he seemed to understand, scooting to the edge of his chair, and patting my leg.
“Okay,” he said after a short silence. “I’m not telling you what to do, but I am offering possible solutions, okay?” I nodded. “You can hang out here until Melissa can pick you up, because I cannot in good conscience let you drive, or—” he hesitated but then swallowed a big gulp of his drink and went on. “Or you can stay here.”
I furrowed my brow at him as I thought about the implication of what he was saying. He seemed to have the same issue with it.
“We just would have to keep it quiet,” he said quickly, almost like he was assuring himself as much as me that he didn’t mean what it sounded like he meant. “The last thing either one of us would want right now is for Nick to catch wind of it, even though nothing will happen between us, right?”
There was a silence as our eyes dug into each other, and my heart began to race. It wasn’t the whiskey, though that helped, but my skin flushed with heat, and I was suddenly overcome with emotion. And desire. I was at war with myself, and I was losing. So many thoughts, so many needs, all swirled inside me and banged on the walls of my sanity. I needed to assert myself, to show myself, and by extension everyone else, that I wasn’t a kid anymore. I could make my own decisions.
My own mistakes.
“Right?” he asked again, leaning closer, his warm breath on my face. He was close enough that I could smell him. He smelled like mahogany and leather. Like comfort.
“Right,” I said. Then both of us crashed into the other, our lips smashing together and our tongues sliding ou
t to meet the other. I dropped my glass onto the hardwood, somehow not breaking it, and literally threw myself at him. He fell back onto his chair, and I climbed onto his lap, straddling him while our lips pressed together.
17
Tyler
Our lips were pressed together, and my tongue was inside her mouth. This was certainly not the way I had planned on this conversation going, but I wasn’t going to complain.
She had crawled into my lap, straddling me in the chair, and my hands instinctively went to her round, perfect ass. I squeezed it, pulling her down onto my lap harder, and she moaned into the kiss. Suddenly, she pulled away, and I briefly thought she was going to get up, screaming at me about how this was wrong.
She didn’t.
Instead, Becca reached down and pulled her shirt up over her head, tossing it to the floor. Then, in a quick and glorious moment, she reached behind her and unhooked her bra. Her large, heavy breasts tumbled out as they were freed, and I was mesmerized by them as they bounced out, her pink nipples hardening as I watched them. Then, hungrily, I took one into my mouth and the other into the palm of my hand.
Becca moaned and started to grind on me, and my cock felt like it was going to explode through my pants, breaking out on its own to reach her. Her fingers began to pull at my shirt, too, and I released her long enough for it to come up over my head. Then she grabbed the back of my head, bringing me to her chest again so I could suckle on her other breast.
Placing both hands underneath her again, I lifted her up and stood, eliciting an adorably sexy giggle from her. I carried her easily up the stairs to my bedroom, kissing up her chest to find her lips again and only breaking our embrace to open the door. I sat her down on the edge of the bed and reached for the button on my pants. She bit her bottom lip as I undid it and dropped them to my ankles before kicking them away. When they were off, she lay back and undid her own jeans, throwing them off to the side and revealing white cotton panties.
She sat back up, and I crawled onto the bed with her, our lips finding one another again. I clawed at her panties, yanking them down as soon as I got my fingers into the waistband, and she arched her ass up in the air to let me get them off her. When they were tossed away, she lay back, her head on my pillows, and I trailed kisses down her center.
Becca’s breath hitched as my lips made their way quickly down her stomach, reaching her damp, shaved pussy with the speed of the hunger that burned inside me. I let my tongue trail along her lips, and she cried out as I separated them with the tip. I pulled it through the folds until I reached her pearl in the center and began to flick at it, teasing it until she moaned.
Writhing underneath me, Becca moaned loudly and held my head, occasionally sitting up enough to look down at me as I licked her and then falling back to moan and let her eyes roll back in her head. I felt her pulsing, her legs squeezing in rhythm as she neared a climax, and I reached down to pull my boxers down and stroke my cock.
Soon, she let out a wail, her legs vibrating and shaking and her toes curling, and I rushed my mouth up her body as I positioned myself at her opening. With one hard thrust, I was inside her, and she screamed in pleasure. Her legs were splayed open, inviting me to plunge into her further, and I did, filling her with my thick, throbbing cock. Her walls were tight around me, and I waited for her to relax, to create more space for me. As she did, I began to rock into her.
We developed a rhythm, our bodies moving in unison as I fucked her deeply, tenderly. The passion between us was off the charts, and when she pushed up to roll us over, I let her get on top, enjoying the view of her heavy, perfect breasts bouncing as she rode me. She reached behind herself, letting one hand cup my balls, and then squeezed them gently as she let herself slide further and further down my shaft.
I could feel the tension rising and knew I didn’t have long left. Her knees dug into the mattress, and I grasped her hips, holding her in place for the moment as I thrust upward. She put both hands onto my chest, leaning forward just enough that her taut nipples were inches from my lips, and I flicked my tongue out to them as they bounced.
My fingers dug into her hips as I thrust, then I felt the climax coming. Her voice was rising in pitch with each movement, and then she collapsed onto my chest. Her mouth was by my ear, and with each shout of her voice, I fucked her harder, reaching up behind her to fill one hand with her hair while the other held her ass. I could feel her pussy throbbing as she came on my cock, and it was the last straw for me too. I exploded into her, coming so hard that I locked still, my eyes clenched shut and a roar growling from deep in my chest.
I pumped into her a few more times, and as she panted, coming down from her climax, she slowly rocked on me, her body emptying mine, squeezing out every drop of me. Then she collapsed into my arms, and I moved just enough to make us comfortable, pulling the bedsheet over us. As I drifted off to sleep, I kissed her forehead and smiled. I woke up to the sound of birds chirping just outside the bedroom window. It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence, though usually I just turned on the TV in my room and put on C-Span to drown out the sound and went back to sleep. This time, though, when my eyes adjusted to the thin, yellow morning light, I very quickly caught up with what the night before had been. And who was with me in the bed at that moment.
Becca was wrapped up around me, one arm draped over my chest and her hand resting on my shoulder. Her leg was also draped over my leg, and her bare breasts pressed against my side. My arm was underneath her, holding her, my fingers resting just inches from her ass.
The events of the night before ran through my mind at an accelerated pace, and my cock twitched at the memory of the fun we’d had. She was amazing in bed, and I knew for absolute certain that whatever happened between us going forward, I was going to remember that night for the rest of my life.
Suddenly I felt guilt in the pit of my stomach thinking about how we did all this behind Nick’s back. He was my best friend, and this was wrong for a million very good reasons. But it felt so right when we were doing it. It felt so right just waking up with her in my arms. Hell, everything except for the guilt about Nick felt undeniably right.
Slowly, I slid my arm out from under her, and she rolled over on her other side, pulling the blankets up over her shoulders. I grinned as I lifted the blanket to look at her ass one more time and then slid out of the covers. I grabbed a pair of boxers, a shirt, and some sweatpants and made my way quietly to the bathroom. Once I was in the shower, I felt like regardless of how I felt about the night before, it was probably inevitable. The heat between us had just been too great, and ignoring it just wasn’t going to work anymore.
When I got out of the shower, I noticed she was just waking up. Her eyes were open, but she didn’t seem to focus on anything until I came into the room, and then they flashed on me. I had only put on the boxers and sweatpants at that point, and I felt her eyes admiring my body. It felt good, but also, I knew if I let that go on too long, I was just going to end up in bed again.
“I’m going to go make us breakfast and coffee,” I said. “Still two cream, two sugars?”
She tucked her head into the pillow shyly and nodded. Then turned back to me as I made my way across the room.
“I’ll come with you,” she said. I turned to look at her, and she flung the covers off herself, revealing her gloriously naked body again. My knees went weak, and if she had just stayed that way for a few seconds longer, I would have pounced on her. But she slid out, grabbing her shirt and tossing it on.
“You can borrow a pair of my sweatpants if you want,” I offered. “Bottom drawer.”
“Thanks,” she said, grinning, and bent over to open the drawer. I turned quickly and opened the bedroom door, lest I be so mesmerized by her ass that I didn’t make it down there at all.
“Okay,” she said. “All dressed.”
She followed me downstairs and took a seat at the little kitchen table while I grabbed ingredients and turned on the coffee maker. She didn’t seem shy or awkward,
and we chatted about foods we liked to start the day with as I threw some bacon and eggs on to scramble. I wasn’t feeling shy or awkward, either, which surprised me. Our conversation flowed like any other we had, easygoing and nice.
As I sat to eat, she teased me about overcooking the bacon, and I noticed she hadn’t stopped smiling the entire time we had been downstairs. Neither had I. Even though neither one of us were broaching the subject, it sure felt like we were both in agreement that we were pretty damn happy about it. As I finished up the plate, I realized it was a lot later than I thought it was. The morning birds must have gotten a late start, and that day was my day to open the bar up and get the lunch menu started.
“Well,” I said, picking up our plates and bringing them to the sink, “I have to head in to work. But you’re free to stay here and eat whatever you can find and watch whatever you want on TV.”
“Oh, cool,” she said. There was an awkward moment, the first since we had woken up, where I didn’t know what I should do. Should I kiss her? I felt like that might be too much. Instead, I grabbed my coffee mug, if nothing else so I had something to do with my hands, grabbed my keys and wallet with the other, and ran upstairs to change into my work clothes.
As I walked by the kitchen, she was standing in the living room, and she turned to me, a big smile on her face. She had pulled a blanket around her and was still holding the coffee mug in her hand.
“Thank you,” she said. “For everything.”
I grinned, not knowing if everything included last night or not. Then I nodded and headed out the door to work.
18
Becca
It had been a week of living at Tyler’s place, and every single night had ended in bed with him. This was despite the fact that he had a very functional and cute little extra bedroom for guests. I had even gone through the trouble of putting a few things in there the first day I had been there, just in case our tumbling into bed had been an aberration. By the second morning, I got everything out of there, back in my bag under his bed, unsure of where it would go next.
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