Stranded With My Brother's Best Friend

by J. L. Beck

  He set her down on his warm, wet hard cock as he slid all the way up and in.

  Gasping, she let go of her folds as she shook all over.

  Grabbing her ass cheeks, he raised her up.

  Oh, my god, he using my ass to fuck me!

  “I envisioned doing this to you.” He groaned as he raised her up, lowered her, and speared her again.

  With the deep penetration, she almost flew out of his grasp. “O-oh, dammit. That feels so good…”

  He kept fucking her and squeezing her ass.

  “H-harris, I’m gonna…ahhh!”

  He didn’t let up, in fact, he fucked her deeper lunging his hips up, as he slid her down on him. “Yes, you are.” He growled in her ear.

  He was merciless. She let out a scream.

  “Come on my cock, sweet cheeks.” He squeezed her ass hard.

  This intensified her climax as she fell over, her hair dipping into the water.

  He laughed and tugged her back. Water splattered everywhere. “You aren’t getting away so easily.”

  Gasping and panting, she didn’t know anything. Her world just got turned upside down. This man was like she thought him to be and then some. A beast, a hungry beast. “I-I can’t…I…” She couldn’t speak— her body wasn’t coming down from this orgasm.

  Reaching around, he fingered her exposed and swollen button. “Yes, you can…”

  “No…Harris. Oh, god!” She kept coming.

  “That’s it, give it all to me,” he purred in her ear and bit her neck lightly.

  The bite sent more signals to her body along with the pleasure and she was on sensory overload as it was. She kept coming and coming. I’m going to die from this! The room spun and little pinpoints of white stars lit behind her eyelids as she struggled for air. She knew she was gushing cum into the water.

  “Good girl,” he cooed to her ear.

  With her chest heaving, she slumped over. “Have mercy,” she whispered.

  He laughed as he moved her around to face him. “You opened this Pandora’s box, Ridge. Taunting me, daring me.”

  “I know. Damn! Can a person be fucked to death?”

  He laughed harder. “Want to find out?” he asked then smothered her mouth with his.

  His kiss was possessive and demanding. The man was just that too. She had no memory, this was true, but she knew she’d never been with one like him. Pure sex, raw uninhibited sensual down and dirty sex. Her head felt light as his tongue wrapped with hers. God, he tasted so good. If I do die like this, what a way to go.

  He held her to him for several minutes.

  This was heaven. How could she have found this while trekking up a mountain?

  He sat her upright.

  “Oh, more?” she blurted out in a weak tone.

  He grinned at her. “No, you get a small reprieve. I’m going to wash your hair.” Reaching for the shampoo, he lathered it in. Massaging her scalp like the last time.

  She felt so relaxed and woozy, like in a dream state. This man had fingers a girl dreamed of. Well, his entire body was what girls dreamed of. “I want this to last forever,” she whispered.

  His massaging stopped. “We can try,” he whispered back as he grabbed the sprayer and rinsed her hair. “But, one cannot get their hair washed forever,” he teased.

  She chuckled. “You know what I mean.”

  “I do and I feel the same way, but…”

  Her head rose as he lathered in conditioner and began to untangle her long curls. “But?”

  “We aren’t guaranteed safety Ridge. I live from day to day. I can’t ask you to—”

  “Well, fuck asking me. I’m here with you and I will stay with you until…”

  He rinsed her hair out and sat her back against his chest. “Until?”

  Shrugging, she whispered, “Until you get tired of me?”

  He chuckled. “Not going to happen.”

  Sighing, she relaxed in his arms.

  “Well, the water is getting cold,” he stated as he rose up and stepped out. Leaning down, he scooped her up. “Time for a rub down.” He winked at her.

  She smiled at him. “Just a normal old fashioned rubdown?”

  He grabbed a towel and placed it over her head, towel drying it. “My kind of rub down.”

  She could see his cock through the tent of her hair. It was still hard. “What are you planning?”

  Toweling down her shoulders, he raised a brow. “What makes you think I’m planning?”

  She hid her smile. “You know how you say you read people?”

  He nodded as he toweled over her breasts.

  “Well, I can read your cock just as well.”

  He paused and peered down at his hard on. “No, I found that when around you, I remain at full mast.”

  She snickered.

  “It’s true,” he said as he knelt down and ordered, “Open those thighs for me.”

  Instantly, she steadied her stance and did so.

  “I like that about you,” he murmured.

  She gazed down at his head. “What?”

  “You do as I ask, immediately.”

  “I do?”

  “Well, except when you are hell bent on running out into the snow.” He opened her folds and took a long swipe through her labia then sucked her clit button into his hot mouth.

  Grabbing the top of his head, she took in a gulp of air. “I-I’m so sensitive there. You made me come so many times.”

  “Mmm, yes and I want some honey. Give me your honey, Ridge.” He raised his fingers and shoved them in her, stroking madly then continued suckling her clit again.

  Her knees went weak. “H-harris…I don’t think I can keep up-upright.”

  He smiled to her pussy lips and kept tonguing her.

  Throwing her head back her body shook. How can I come agai—

  He grabbed her ass cheek with his free hand and squeezed hard as he sucked on her clit.

  She bucked and cum surged out of her before she even knew it. “Ahhhh,” she moaned long and loud as her legs gave out.

  Harris held her up as she came into his mouth. Lapping and sucking, he made sure to get it all.

  Breathless, she swayed on her feet.

  Standing, he scooped her up into his arms and carried her to the bed. He laid her down and then got in behind her, pulling the blankets over them both. Spooning her, he whispered, “I’m giving you some leniency, but later, I have a few more places I want to explore with you.”

  Places? Sighing, she was smiling as she wondered what he meant. Instantly, she fell to sleep in the arms of the man that changed her life in more ways than one.

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  The sun streamed in through the seams in the drapes, glancing along her bare skin. Noah had woken up about an hour ago. He’d had no nightmares and slept like a baby. He couldn’t remember having such a good night. Now he got to watch sun drops appear on her beautiful body. He’d carefully pulled the blanket from her, so he could study every inch of her. Lovely wasn’t even a good enough word for the way this woman was put together.

  He traced her spine with his finger and noted she had a sweet little blue butterfly tat on her hip. He noticed it before but had been too busy ravishing her to take in any detail. This whole snuggling and spooning with a woman till morning was new to him. He usually lit out way before dawn. To say he’d never slept with a woman before would be accurate. He had with them sex, then with them passed out in a dream state, he would put his clothes on and leave.

  Could he really keep her? He let out a breath. He wanted to so badly, but would it be fair to her? He would have to hide out until he found who had set his team up. Then he would have to take that person out. He had no choice. Going through channels wasn’t an option, not when there was no official channel for him and his team. He needed to avenge them as well. It’d been all he’d thought about while up here, until Ridge showed up.

  Ridge. Yes, he knew her name was Riley, but he only knew her as his Ridge.
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br />   He sat upright and listened. His senses just picked up on something. Was it a sound? He eased out of bed and pulled his briefs on. Quietly, he slid his night stand drawer open and pulled out his Ruger. Checking the clip, he knew it was loaded. Glancing to the wall control pad, he saw no flashing light. Not the perimeter. So what was it?

  Easing out into the hall, he could feel someone was there. He lightly stepped into the living room.

  A man sat at the bar with his back to him, tipping back a tumbler of whiskey.

  Noah tightened his grip on the trigger. How the fuck did he get in here?

  “Not fair shooting a man in the back, Harris,” the man said.

  His eyes widened. Noah knew that voice.

  Swiveling the stool around, the man grinned at him.

  “Tanner?” he asked. Noting he looked a bit leaner and had a thin scar running down from his forehead to his eye.

  “Yeah, Harris.” He raised his lip in a half grin. “I see you still walk around in almost nothing while its 15 god damn degrees outside.”

  “I-I thought you were dead?”

  “At first, I was and I didn’t know you were alive either.”

  Noah looked around and shook his head. “You pulled each perimeter plug when you passed through right?”

  Tanner shrugged. “I’m the one who set them up, of course I did.”

  “Where have you been?” Noah asked.

  “In hiding, well I was held captive for a month.”

  Noah winced at this. They all knew what might happen if they got captured in the Middle East.

  “It was mostly starvation in a hovel. No torture really.”

  Noah heard rustling from the room behind him. Oh, shit. He needed to explain this situation quick. “Look, Tanner. Someone came up the mountain 6 days ago.”

  Tanner raised his brows. “The ones who did this to us?”

  “No. Well, someone was following her, hit men and they tried to kill her.”

  “Her?” Tanner pulled his head back.

  Noah flinched as he heard Ridge coming down the hall. “Yes, she’s your—”

  “Harris?” Her voice reached him as he stared at Tanner’s face.

  The man stared over Noah’s shoulder and joy flickered in his eyes for a second then his gaze went up and down as if he was looking at her body. Then he swung a glare to Noah.

  Noah sighed as he engaged the safety on the Ruger and tossed the gun toward the kitchen. He knew what was coming. “Now, listen Tanner—”

  Shouting with a roar, Tanner dove into him and they both landed on the floor. Tanner pelted him with his fists.

  Noah could have fought back but he wouldn’t. The man had every right to beat him down and he knew it.

  “STOP!” Ridge shouted. “Stop it!” she screamed.

  Suddenly, Tanner got heavier on top of him and in between blows, Noah could see Ridge was on his back attempting to grab her brother’s hands.

  “Walker! You have to stop!”

  At hearing his real name from her, Tanner stopped in mid punch.

  “Please? Don’t hurt him, he saved my life!”

  Tanner released an angry breath and eased her off his back. Turning, he grabbed her up and pulled her tight. “I never thought I would see you again.”

  Ridge had tears on her cheeks as she gazed down over his shoulder to look at Noah.

  Noah slowly sat up.

  Ridge fought Tanner’s grasp and pushed away. “He’s bleeding!” She crawled over to Noah.

  “Yes, he is and he needs to bleed a lot fucking more.” Tanner seethed.

  Ridge huffed. “He saved me, took care of me—”

  “And you thanked him with sex?” Tanner interjected.

  Ridge swiped the blood away from a cut below Noah’s eye with the end of the sheet she had wrapped around her.

  Noah gazed up at her. Yes, she just had to come out in a dammed sheet.

  Angry, she stood up. “I am a full grown woman, Walker.”

  “Yes, and you…” Tanner halted as if he knew he would regret his next words. He pushed his fingers through his dark hair. “Why are you here, Riley?”

  Her shoulders slumped. “I don’t know.”

  Tanner looked confused and swung his gaze over to Noah.

  Noah rose up and swiped the blood from his nose. “She was headed here. Two hitmen were behind her, shooting at her. Then an avalanche took them out.”

  She turned to Walker. “Then he found me, digging me out of the snow.”

  “She suffered a concussion. Had no memory, no name.”

  Tanner looked furious as he sneered at Noah. “And you took advantage of that?”

  Ridge stepped in front of her brother. “I remembered a lot b-before we…” She stomped her foot. “I went after him, Walker. So stop blaming him!”

  Tanner let out a cold laugh. “This man is notorious for womanizing Riley! No way did you have to GO after him.”

  “I did! I never let him take a breath without hitting on him.”

  Noah shook his head. Well, almost true, but he’d wanted her just as badly.

  Tanner’s eyes widened. “But why?”

  She threw her hands up in the air. “WHY? Just take a damn look at him! God! Why?” she scoffed as if here were dumb.

  Tanner pursed his lips.

  “You may not like it, but that’s the way it is!” She crossed her arms over her sheet covered chest.

  “He’s right, Ridge.” Noah stepped up beside her. “I knew better. I shouldn’t have.”

  She looked hopping mad. “Well, you finally gave in and Tanner will just have to suck it up!”

  Tanner looked troubled as he changed the subject, “Why did you come up here?”

  “I-I don’t know. I told you that.”

  He tilted his head at her. “Was it for a story?”

  Her brows furrowed. “A-a story?”

  He sighed as he shook his head.

  Noah was curious now. “What do you mean a story?”

  Tanner laughed. “Riley Page Sweetwater… Gets the first page spread every time. She’s a journalist.”

  Ridge gasped. “What?”

  “Yes.” Tanner nodded. “And I imagine my unexplained disappearance was just too much for you to accept.”

  “I don’t remember anything about being a journalist.” She shrugged.

  Noah stared at her. “Yes, that fits. “

  Her gaze swung over to him. “What fits?”

  “The way you pick up on things. The way you snoop, ask questions nonstop and never let go of an idea you get in your head.”

  “Well, damn. You did get to know her, Harris!” Tanner laughed though his eyes still held a glint. “But my little sister man?” He looked pained.

  Noah glared at him. “If you will just take a real look at her, you’ll note there’s nothing little about her. Well, except for that cute little nose and her height.”

  “HELLO?” Ridge was fuming. “Standing right here while you talk about me!”

  Noah gave her a half grin then headed for the kitchen.

  “Where are you going?” Both brother and sister shouted at the same time.

  “I need to clean up in the sink.” He turned the water on and gingerly washed the blood off his face.

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  Ridge marched back to her room to get some clothes on. She didn’t know how she felt about Walker being here. She was glad he was alive though. She had those flashes of him before, but she still didn’t have feelings of him. It was so weird. She needed to ask him about everything. Parents. Where she was from. Everything.

  She did her thing in the bathroom and set the clothes on the counter. Catching sight of herself in the mirror, she gasped. She had pink marks all over her body. Her cheeks flushed. Harris had made those marks, nipping, sucking and rubbing almost every inch of her skin. Her tender pussy clenched at the images now passing through her brain of the things he did to her. Her body was sore all over, now that she had time to think about it. />
  And god help her sanity, because she wanted him all over again.

  Pausing, she bit at her lip. Well, she could barely handle him as it was. She didn’t remember any man from her past, but she knew none would compare to him. He went after her like…She flushed. From the spanking to the bath, it had all been so delicious. He handled her body like he knew every need and fantasy she’d ever had.

  Sighing she put her shirt on. She’d better join the guys before they went to blows again. She wanted to be sure Harris was okay too. Yeah, a tough guy but when you love someone—

  Halting, she raised her head up. Love someone? Her stomach felt queasy suddenly. She let out a breath and leaned on the counter. She’d known him barely a week. Love? She gulped and tried to keep her hands from shaking. She remembered what Walker had said. This man is notorious for womanizing. So he had played the field. Of course he had, any man that looked like him would have women at his feet, begging. Hadn’t she done nearly the same thing, herself?

  Well, maybe not begging. Fighting, pushing, and challenging. Still, it was true what she told her brother she had gone after him. Pulling on the sweats, she rolled her eyes. What kind of woman would I be, if I hadn’t? A dumb one that’s what. I would have let womankind down had I not waved my ass in his face.

  Gasping, she put her hands over her face. I did exactly that too! Literally. Oh, my god. I have no shame! She let out a breath and raised her face to the mirror. Shame washed away pretty damn fast as she realized something. I got him, didn’t I? He would have kept on holding back, hesitating. To think of how powerful he is. Demanding, an alpha as they called them. But it took little Miss Sweet Cheeks to get him to go for it. She grinned at herself as she put her hair up in a ponytail.

  She hurried out to the main room and slowed down as she heard their voices.

  “But we cannot leave her here, Tanner. What if the mountain is compromised?”

  “We only have once chance to get Faulkner. It’s why I came up here. To get the firepower and the copter.”

  “I get it and I want to take him out just like you do.”

  Stepping out, she stated, “I can go with you.”

  They both turned to stare at her.