by L. A. Casey
She cringed, and I noticed it. “Did I say something wrong?”
“No, it’s just, I call me sister cute all the time and because we look similar it just weirded me out for a second.”
Cute is something you’d call a younger sister.
“How old is your sister?”
“She turns eighteen next month,” she said, and then she frowned ever so slightly. “She’s growin’ up very fast on me.”
I raised a brow. “On you?”
Branna nodded. “Yeah, our parents died when she was nine. I was nineteen at the time and refused to let anyone raise ‘er but me, so I put everythin’ on hold and brought ‘er up. She’s a good kid, too. I think I’ve done a good job with ‘er.”
My jaw dropped, and even though the music in the club was blaring, to me, I could have heard a pin drop. I had never met anyone who had to play the older sibling role, as well as the paternal role, like me. Granted, I was much younger than Branna when my roles switched up, but that didn’t matter to me. We had something in common, something selfless that told me a lot about her as a person.
“I’m so-sorry,” she stuttered. “I didn’t mean to take a huge turn in the conversation.”
I shook my head. “No, don’t apologise. I was just a little caught off guard. So you’ve raised your sister?”
She mutely nodded.
“All on your own?” I quizzed. “No boyfriend?”
“No one serious,” she answered. “I brought a man home once for dinner but me sister—who was eleven at the time—didn’t like ‘im because he couldn’t say ‘er name right. He was from Spain, and his English wasn’t the best. She ran ‘im out of the house while I was cookin’, and we never saw ‘im again. I stopped datin’ after that.”
She had barely finished speaking before I tipped my head back and laughed.
“She’s awesome.”
Branna smiled. “Yeah, she’s me whole world.”
I moved my arm that was resting on the back of the seat behind her, to rest on Branna’s shoulders. I was sure she held her breath as I tugged her closer to me, but she released it when her body moulded against mine. I lowered my mouth to her ear, and said, “Where is she tonight?”
She was trembling.
“At home. She’s probably sleepin’ now. She had a long week at school.”
I hummed. “I’ll have to bring you to my place then. I wouldn’t want to wake her up. She might do more than kick me out.”
She tensed, and it made me pause.
“Branna?”
She turned her head, and looked me in my eyes and said, “Look, you’re gorgeous, and trust me when I say that I really, really want to go back to your place with ye’ ...”
She was rejecting me. Damn it.
“But?”
“But …” She swallowed. “I’ve never had a one-night stand before, and to be honest, the prospect of it kind of scares me.”
I regarded her. “Would you believe me if I said we wouldn’t have to have sex?”
Branna furrowed her brows. “Why else would ye’ want me to come back to your place?”
Good question.
I laughed. “This is going to sound like bullshit, but I like talking to you and listening to you speak. From what I’ve heard, you sound like an incredible friend and sister. You’re independent, and that’s hot, but you know what’s downright sexy?” I asked, and she shook her head. “Your shyness and nervousness. It makes my dick hurt. You’re beautiful and have a sense of humour. I haven’t come across all that goodness in a woman in ... ever.”
She looked away from me, embarrassed, and it made me laugh.
“Yeah.” I grinned. “That shyness is definitely hurting my dick.”
Branna bit down on her lower lip as she rubbed her thighs together. I stared down at her thick thighs, and I grinned.
“It’s only fair,” I murmured when my gaze returned to hers. “If my dick hurts, I want your pussy throbbing.”
“Ryder,” she all but panted. “Don’t talk like that.”
She wanted me. I could smell her pussy, for fuck’s sake. She wanted me, and I wanted her too. Bad.
I brought my mouth to her ear and nipped at her earlobe.
“Why not?” I asked. “Your clit hurts so good right now, doesn’t it? It’s begging to be rubbed, licked, and sucked.”
Branna’s hand suddenly came to my thigh, and she squeezed my flesh painfully.
“I’m serious,” she rasped. “I will do somethin’ insane if ye’ don’t stop.”
I was dying to find out what.
“Yeah?” I challenged. “Like what?”
She pressed against me, and said, “Like fuck you where you sit.”
I sucked in a sharp breath and tried to focus on everything other had how much my cock ached. “How would you fuck me, sweetness?” I whispered after sliding my tongue over her skin. “Would you ride me slow and deep? Or fuck me fast and hard?”
“Let’s find out,” Branna almost snarled.
I pulled back from her as she moved with intent. She turned, bent her knees and crawled onto the seat. She cocked one leg over my hips and sat on my groin, and it seemed she couldn’t resist rocking her pelvis forward. My hands instantly clamped down on her ass. She groaned as she rubbed her pussy over the bulge of my cock, and the expression of pleasure on her face was one I would never forget. She lowered her mouth to mine and let it hover a hair away.
“You’re coming home with me,” I growled as my hand blindly move to the table and pressed a button to dim the lights in my booth. “I don’t fuck in public, but darling, you’re making me rethink that.”
Branna groaned and rocked her pelvis against me once more.
“I think I can come from doin’ this alone,” she said as she snaked her tongue over my lips. “I really think I can.”
My hips bucked up into her. “Prove it.”
She kissed me, and the second I tasted her, I groaned. She plunged her warm, wet tongue into my mouth, and I growled as she roughly rolled her pelvis against me. She continued to rock against me, panting as the added friction of our clothes rubbed her the right way. Branna broke our kiss to catch her breath, but I wouldn’t allow it. Now that I had tasted her, I wanted to have my fill. I lifted a hand from her behind and fisted it in her thick hair and roughly pulled her head back towards mine and covered her mouth with mine once more. I bit down on her lower lip before sucking it into my mouth.
Fuck.
Branna moaned as I thrust my hips upwards and pushed my hardened length against her pussy. She hissed and rolled her hips back and forth until her breathing became laboured. She was nearing her orgasm, I could feel her body tense and twist as her sensation built. She bucked her hips faster, pushed her pussy against my cock harder. Her lips parted, her eyes rolled back, and she sucked in a sharp breath, then held it as she came. It was the sexiest sight I had ever seen, and it made my cock throb harder.
I trailed kisses, and my tongue, along her jawline, and when I gently bit Branna’s neck, she groaned out loud. Her body bucked once, twice, then she slowly began to lean to the right with her eyes closed. I moved my hands to her waist and pulled her against my chest. I held her body to mine until she came down from her high and gathered her bearings.
“Holy Christ,” she panted. “Jesus.”
“You were right,” I rumbled. “You could come from just grinding on me.”
She stared at me, her eyes cloudy as she remained drunk in the aftermath of her orgasm, then reality slammed into her.
“Omigod,” she squealed and buried her face against my neck. “What did I just do? Oh, God, you must think I’m some little—”
“Don’t finish that sentence,” I interrupted, moving my mouth to her ear. “Using my body to give yours pleasure was the sexiest thing I have ever seen. That was for me alone, no one else saw. I dimmed the light in our booth. Only you and I know that you just came apart.”
Branna leaned back, and with wild eyes, she stared at
me, then around the nightclub where people dance, drank, and grinned at each other, oblivious to what we were doing. Her eyes found mind one more.
“I just turned into the girl me parents warned me to avoid hangin’ around with when I was younger.”
I laughed. “You amuse me, sweetness.”
She raised a brow. “Sweetness?”
I hummed. “Your mouth tastes so sweet.”
“You’re so gorgeous,” she breathed. “So, so gorgeous.”
“Sweet-talker.”
Branna’s lips curved into a smile, and she was about to reply when suddenly wolf whistles and catcalls got our attention.
“Big brother is getting some,” a familiar voice whooped as the light to the booth was switch back on. “Damn, is her front as nice as her back?”
Branna pulled back from me and looked over her shoulder where my four dumb-as-fuck brothers stood, openly gawking at her. She took her sweet time inspecting each of my brothers, and I was baffled when I experienced jealousy that her eyes were no longer on me, and that freaked me out a little.
“Fuck,” Alec said as she assessed Branna’s body. “Definitely as nice as the back. You’re hot, baby.”
“Don’t even think about it, Alec,” I snapped.
My brother frowned, and I stated. “She’s mine.”
I felt the words as I spoke them.
Alec groaned out loud. “You’re no fun.”
Kane looked at our brother, and said, “You fucked that black-haired chick with the big tits in the bathroom not too long ago, so why are you complaining?”
Alec raised an eyebrow. “That was a whole hour ago. I’m bored now that Dominic isn’t fighting.”
Dominic laughed. “I heard her screaming ‘Elec’ from outside the bathroom. You didn’t correct her?”
Alec deadpanned. “I was balls deep. She could have called me Barney the Dinosaur, and I’d have answered her.”
Branna laughed at that, and she got Damien’s attention.
“What’s your name?”
“Branna.”
My brothers all leaned forward, not hearing her, so I said, “Branna.”
When Damien smiled at Branna, my hands flexed on her hips. I didn’t like how he was looking at her, not one fucking bit.
“Nice to meet you, Branna,” He bowed his head. “I’m Damien.” He jabbed his finger to the left. “This is Dominic, the perv is Alec, and that guy glaring at you is Kane.”
“Am I glaring at her?” Kane asked Alec, his brows furrowed.
Alec nodded. “Just a little bit.”
Kane sighed and looked back at Branna. “I don’t like crowds.” She didn’t answer him, and he sighed. “If I glare, stare, or seem pissed at you, I’m not. I’m pissed at everyone else. I don’t like crowds.”.
“It’s cool,” she said. “I won’t hold it against ye’.”
Kane didn’t show it physically, but amusement filled his eyes.
“Thanks,” he said and glanced at Alec, who was grinning at Branna.
“Can you four go away now?” I asked. “Like, right now.”
“No,” Kane almost growled. “You said we could leave after Dominic fought. He fought and won, so can we leave now?”
I looked at Dominic. “You fought?”
“And won.” He nodded.
I frowned. “I didn’t hear the bells or cheering. I actually didn’t hear a damn thing.”
This was a huge deal. I had never missed one of my brother’s fights. Not a single one.
Damien snorted. “I wouldn’t hear anything other than the beat of my own cock if Branna was on my lap either.”
Branna gasped. “Ye’ dirty little bastard.”
Me and my brothers burst into laughter, and it surprised Branna who looked at each of us with wide eyes.
“I apologise,” Damien said to her, still chuckling.
She eyed him. “Ye’ shouldn’t say stuff like that around women ... or girls. How old are ye’?”
“Eighteen.”
“That’s the same age as me baby sister!”
Dominic grinned at Branna. “Is she as hot as you?”
She blinked. “She’s beautiful.”
Dominic’s eyes gleamed. “Maybe I’ll get to meet her if Ry lets you stick around.”
I rolled my eyes.
“Not if I meet her first,” Damien said, nudging Dominic with his shoulder. “I call dibs.”
Dominic glared at his twin. “You don’t even know what she looks like. You can’t call dibs unless we see her at the same time. That’s the deal.”
Damien jabbed his thumb in Branna’s direction. “If she looks like her, I’m calling an early dibs.”
Dominic narrowed his eyes. “Fine, whatever. She’s probably not even that hot.”
Branna glared at the pair of idiots, and said, “She is beautiful, and hot, and everythin’ in-between, ye’ little shites. Don’t talk about me sister like that unless ye’ wanna go a few rounds with me. I’ll put ye’ on your back before ye’ could blink.”
Dominic’s jaw dropped while Alec and Damien cracked up laughing. Branna looked at me and blushed, but she held her head high.
“I’m not sorry,” she defended. “They shouldn’t talk about girls like that.”
“You’re right. They shouldn’t,” I said and slid my gaze to my brothers. “Apologise.”
The twins did almost immediately, but Dominic had a grin on his face that told me he wasn’t all that sorry.
“It’s a shame ye’ said what ye’ did,” Branna said with a shake of her head. “I thought ye’ were cute.”
My hands flexed on her ass.
“I’m still here.”
Branna looked down at our bodies, and she seemed to realise then that she was still straddling me. I watched as shock filled her pretty eyes, but when she tried to climb off me, I wouldn’t let her.
“I hafta get off ye’.”
I held her tightly. “Why?”
She glanced at my brothers, then at the rest of the people dancing and walking around the club.
“Because I’m in control now,” she said. “Not me vagina.”
I grinned. “Give me your mouth and I’ll switch the roles back.”
She laughed.
Kane cursed, then said, “Five minutes, Ryder.”
I focused on Branna. “I’ll only need one.”
When my brothers made themselves scarce, Branna brushed her fingers through my hair, and said, “You’re all gorgeous, especially Damien. He looks like the real-life version of the animated Jack Frost, and I have a huge crush on that character.”
Amusement filled me. “You think my baby brother and other brothers are hot? My ego would be shot if it wasn’t me you were sitting on.”
She giggled. “I like you best.”
“Prove it.”
Desire filled her eyes. “I think I did that before they showed up.”
I patted her ass. “I think I need a reminder.”
She lowered her face to mine. “A reminder, huh?”
“Just a little one.”
She pressed her lips to mine but gasped when I slid my hand around from her ass, up her bare thigh, and under her sexy little dress. I pushed her panties to the side and glided my fingers up her hot, wet slit until they came into contact with her pulsing clit.
“So wet, Branna,” I groaned. “Damn, baby, you’re so ready.”
I teased her clit, drawing lazy circles around the hardened bud before I pulled my hand away and brought my fingers up to my lips and curled my tongue around them. Branna watched me with parted lips and hooded eyes.
“You’re definitely my favourite kind of sweetness,” I said as I dropped my hand back to her thigh. “You tasted good, baby.”
“Ryder,” she rasped.
I stared at her, and in her eyes, I saw her practically scream for me to take her, to suck and fuck her ten ways to Sunday.
“Say it,” I demanded. “Say the words and it’s done.”
A second later Branna all but panted, “Fuck me.”
Things quickly became a blur of activity. One second, she was on top of me, and the next, I had a death grip on her hand as I tugged her along behind me. I weaved around body after body and hauled us up the stairs and out of the club.
“Branna?”
“Aideen?”
I glanced at Branna’s friend, Aideen, who was laughing and waving at us.
“Have fun, babe!” She whooped. “Take care of ‘er, Ryder!”
Without turning around or stopping, I shouted, “I intend to!”
When we reached my car, I dug the keys from my pocket, pressed a button that unlocked the doors, then threw them to Alec who was walking towards me with my other brothers in tow.
“You drive.”
I pulled back into the back seat and tugged her onto my lap.
“Oh, Jesus,” I heard Dominic grumble. “I’ll give you one hundred Euros if you swap seats with me?”
“Not on your life, kid,” Kane’s replied.
Dominic cursed under his breath as he climbed into the car and settled next to us. Kane slid in next to him and slammed the back door shut while the two doors up front closed. Branna turned so she straddled me instead of draping her legs over Dominic. I kissed her the second her mouth was close enough.
“Don’t fuck around, Alec,” Dominic warned. “He’s about to tear her clothes off back here. Put your foot down.”
Branna pulled back from our kiss, breathing heavily.
“Your brothers.” She swallowed, leaning away from me when I reached for her. “They can see and hear us.”
I needed to feel her lips on mine, so I attempted to steal another kiss, but she shook her head, and said, “I’ll let ye’ do anythin’ ye’ want to me in private, but I’m not puttin’ on some live sex show in the back seat of a car for your little brothers. I don’t care how hot ye’ are. I won’t do it.”
“I like her.” Damien chuckled.
I pressed my face against my shoulder, and pleaded, “Alec. Drive faster. Please.”
I leaned away from Branna for my sanity’s sake. She smelled good and tasted even better, so I rested my head back against the seat and counted out loud to distract myself long enough not to traumatise my brothers. That plan was soiled when I felt Branna’s hot breath against my ear.