“Of course. That’s my job. I’m a ninja,” he joked, saying the same thing he had when he’d helped free her from the slide in pre-K.
Becca’s chin trembled as she smiled weakly and then looked out the window.
“Becca, what’s wrong?” Something was really upsetting her.
“Nothing. I’m fine,” she said.
Brian was exhausted. It had taken him over an hour to calm his mom down. Then, he’d told her to get him all the financial records on what they owed, including his brother’s and sister’s tuition and expenses. While she’d been gathering that, he’d worked on Mrs. Anderson’s water pump, which had turned out to be a nightmare. One issue after the other had come up and he had to stay and fix it because he’d promised her he’d have it to her so she could get to work tomorrow.
By the time he’d finished the car, his mom was back with the records, which were worse than she’d even known. He had to calm her down—again. Promised her he would take care of it—again.
Then he hadn’t even taken the time to shower or change. He just stayed in his dirty clothes and got to The Grill as fast as he could to find Becca not only in tears, but also Sandy acting strange. And now she was saying she was “fine,” but she wouldn’t even look at him.
He’d never been a big believer in Karma, but he was starting to think that today was going so shitty because last night had been so amazing. Like the universe had to even things out.
They pulled up in the driveway of Krista’s house, where Becca was staying, and Brian went to get out of the car to come around and open Becca’s door like he always did. But before he even made it out of the Jeep, he heard hers slam.
He looked up as she walked right past him up to the front door. He followed her. When they got inside, she beelined it to the fridge and opened it. Standing in the doorway of the kitchen, he waited. He wasn’t sure for what, but he waited.
His eyes automatically locked on her round backside and lean legs as she bent over in her denim shorts. From one second to the next, he went from nothing to rock-hard-ready. Shit. Apparently his body hadn’t gotten the memo that she was obviously pissed at him.
After grabbing a can of soda, Becca stood and shut the refrigerator door with as much enthusiasm as she’d closed his Jeep’s door. Then, turning on her heels, she spun around and walked past him, bumping him with her shoulder—hard—before plopping on the couch and turning on the TV.
Leaning against the doorway, he asked, “Are you going to tell me why you’re upset? What did I do, Becca?”
She looked at him with what he was sure she meant to be a blank expression, but was not blank. “Why do you think you did something?”
“Becca…” He was trying to be patient and give her the benefit of the doubt. He didn’t know what was going on, but this was not her. She never acted like this. Like other girls he’d dated. Pouting. Not just telling him how she felt.
Wait. Brian felt fear as cold as ice run through his veins. She hadn’t acted like this when they were friends, but now they’d crossed that line. Done things they couldn’t undo.
Is that why she was acting like this? Because they’d slept together?
No. This was Becca. She wouldn’t be acting like this unless something was really wrong.
“Becca.” He moved over to the couch and started to sit down next to her.
“Don’t,” she said, reaching out her hand and stopping him.
He froze. What the fuck?
“Your clothes,” she said, nodding her head at his shirt and jeans.
He looked down and saw that he was covered in grease.
“Just go take a shower,” she said, her voice still sounding upset but softer. “Then we’ll talk.”
“Okay,” he said, thankful that he’d left his bags—that he’d still had in his Jeep from the airport—upstairs this morning when he’d gotten the call from his cousin.
As he turned and walked up the steps to the shower, he was glad that, at least, she was saying that she would talk to him. And a shower probably wasn’t a bad idea.
Chapter Twenty-Three
You are being ridiculous, Becca told herself as she stood and paced the living room. With every step, she grew more and more agitated. Irritation and anger mixed together inside of her like Vodka and cranberry to create the perfect, jealous Cosmo.
No matter how many times Becca had told herself to stop acting like an overly possessive girlfriend, she just kept on playing the role like she’d been born for it. She shook out her hands in front of her, hoping she could just shake the jealously off.
Then she waited for a moment to see if it worked. Nope. She still felt like punching a wall. She had to pull herself together. She only had a few minutes until Brian got out of the shower and would be down here wanting to talk.
Brian hadn’t even done anything wrong, yet she just kept getting more and more mad. She felt like the anger was boiling up inside of her like a pressure cooker that was about to explode, which made no sense.
Why was she acting like this?
Why was the thought that maybe Brian and Brooklyn had had sex, making her this crazy?
If they had, then…they had. Nothing she could do would change that now. And she didn’t even know if they had.
Maybe that was the problem. Maybe she just needed to know one way or the other. Maybe then she could put it out of her mind.
Knowledge is power, she told herself.
Yeah, and ignorance is bliss, a little voice in the back of her mind chimed in.
Ignoring the second statement, she decided to focus on getting the information she needed, before she lost her mind. Knowledge. Yep. Good plan.
As she took the steps two at a time, she felt like she was on a mission for her sanity. She had no idea if it was going to be a successful mission, but it was worth a shot.
When she reached the top of the stairs, she practically sprinted to the bathroom door. Her hand flew up and knocked on the wooden surface, but since the door wasn’t latched, it slammed opened.
“What the the—” Brian looked over his shoulder from where he stood with his back to her, shirtless, his hand on the knob turning on the spray of the shower.
Becca’s mouth went dry as she took in the rippling, smooth muscles of his broad back. Her body instantly responded to his half-naked appearance. Her knees went weak, the buds of her nipples tightened, and a shudder rolled through her from head to toe.
“Becca?” Brian turned, looking confused.
And why wouldn’t he be?
She’d been acting like a crazy person since he’d picked her up from The Grill. Which was why she needed to ignore the way her body felt, ignore every cell in her body screaming at her to walk over to him, pull the erection she could see bulging out of his pants, get on her knees in front of him, and take him in her mouth (which was strange because she’d never done that before). She was a blow-job virgin. But as much as she wanted to pop her BJ cherry, she knew that was not what she needed to do.
What she did need to do was just ask him, flat out, what had happened in Mexico, behind the closed door of their bungalow.
Yes. She needed to ignore her impulse and clear the air. Then, hopefully, she could circle back to her impulse, because mouthwateringly tasty wasn’t even the tip of describing Brian’s iceberg.
“Did you sleep with Brooklyn?” she blurted out before her mind wandered back to going down on his iceberg like the Titanic.
“No. Why?” he snapped at her, looking none too happy about her line of questioning. Or maybe it was her tactic at inquiring about the information that he didn’t love so much. Either way, he did not look happy.
Becca realized that, not only did she need to ignore her overactive hormones, but she also needed to ignore her totally out-of-proportion jealousy and just talk to him like they always talked.
Steam began filling the room as she moved one step closer. Still keeping her distance, she looked up into his caramel-colored eyes, and in the moment she lo
oked at him—really looked at him—she felt their old connection and the words just flowed out of her mouth like a truth river.
“I was watching the show and I didn’t realize how seeing you”—Becca swallowed so loud that it could probably have been classified as a gulp—“with Brooklyn, kissing Brooklyn, would make me feel. I hated it. Then, the reason I left The Grill, before the show was even over, was because they showed her kissing you and then you both going into the bungalow, closing the door, and then there was moaning and I thought that you were…”
Becca felt herself starting to get choked up, so she stopped talking and looked down to the floor in frustration. She just needed to talk to him, not be all blubbery. Becca didn’t understand why she couldn’t just have a normal conversation about this with Brian, without her emotions hijacking it and heading straight to emotional meltdown territory.
“Come here,” Brian said, sounding tired and…sad.
Becca’s worry alarm started going off, and it wasn’t a drill. Something was really wrong with her best friend.
Without hesitating, she took two steps and closed the distance between them. Brian raked his fingers through her hair and he pulled her to his chest, like he had a million times before. But this time, it was better. Not only because he was shirtless, but also because she knew that, if she wanted to press her lips to his bare chest, she could.
Or at least she thought she could. They hadn’t really discussed it.
First things first. She could circle back to her impulses and kissing.
“Are you okay, Bri?” Becca asked, rubbing her hands up and down the smooth slope of his back. She could feel tension radiating off of him as strong as the sun rays at the beach on a hot day.
“As long as I have you, I’ll be okay,” his voice broke with huskiness as he kissed the top of her head, and she felt his hand run down her back.
This time, his large hand didn’t stop where it always did—right above her butt. No, this time, he continued down and cupped her backside, squeezing it as he pulled her even closer to him.
Becca knew that something was really bothering Brian, and she really wished she hadn’t been so upset about the Brooklyn thing and actually noticed that something was off with him. Brian never let things bother him, really bother him, and she knew that whatever he was upset about must be serious.
Becca felt the strain of his erection pressing into her hip, growing larger with each possessive squeeze of his hand on her rear. As much as she liked where this was going, she needed to know if Brian was okay. Stepping back, she tried to ignore the arousal coursing through her veins and to keep her voice even so she didn’t sound like Marilyn singing “Happy Birthday, Mr. President.”
“Brian, what’s wrong?”
He looked at her, and the pain she saw in his eyes broke her heart. She could tell that he was warring with whether or not to tell her what was going on, and that made the uneasy feeling in her stomach expand to the size of Mount Everest.
“Brian, what is it?” her voice was laced with panic.
“Do you know I didn’t do anything with Brooklyn that wasn’t in front of the cameras, for the show?”
“Yes,” she answered immediately.
The second he’d said that he hadn’t slept with her, she’d known it was true. The only reason she started crying when she’d told him was because…she was just so overwhelmed.
A look of relief flashed in his eyes then, an intensity replaced it. His piercing gaze shot all the way down to her soul.
Brian’s voice was gruff and low as he spoke, “There’s a lot of stuff going on with my family, but I don’t want to talk about it right now. I don’t want talk about it or think about it. I just want you. I want lose myself in you. I need you, Becca.”
She felt his desperation for her emanating off of him in waves. And she needed him just as much. Whatever was going on, that was causing the sadness in his eyes, could wait.
Becca’s heart pounded violently in her chest as she reached out and began unbuttoning Brian’s jeans. As she pulled down his zipper, she felt his fingers dip beneath the hem of her shirt, pulling it up. Lifting her arms so he could remove it, she heard him cuss under his breath. Looking down to see what was wrong, she saw the cause of the profanity. She’d forgotten that she’d worn the white, lace bra-and-panty set beneath her clothes today with the hope that this very thing would happen—that Brian would see her in them.
Her eyes lifted to his and she saw the hunger in his eyes as he stared, unabashedly and unapologetically at her chest.
Well, if he liked that, then…
Just like she had with his jeans, she unbuttoned and unzipped her denim shorts. Then she watched his face as she pushed her cut-off shorts over her hips and stepped out of them. When she straightened, he stepped back. She wasn’t sure if he stumbled backwards or just wanted a better view, but whatever the reason, she liked the way his reaction made her feel.
His honey-colored eyes ran up and down her body, and she decided that it was time to circle back to her first impulse, when she’d entered the bathroom. Time to pop that cherry. Her hands were shaking as she hooked her thumbs in the waistline of his jeans and boxer briefs, she pushed them down and as she did, she knelt down in front of Brian.
“No, I didn’t mean… You don’t have to do that—”
Brian stopped talking as Becca wrapped her fingers around the thick base of his hard column of flesh. Stroking up the shaft, she looked up at him and explained, “I’ve never done this before. But, I’ve wanted to do this to you for a long time. I want to taste you. I want you in my mouth.”
He cursed again. This time, it wasn’t under his breath, and as she moved forward and took the broad head of his sex in her mouth, he reached out and braced his hand on the wall for support. She felt Brian’s knees buckle slightly as she sealed her lips around him and sucked the tip of his penis in and out of her mouth, while she moved her hand up and down his throbbing erection in illicit strokes.
With each pass of her tongue on Brian’s silky smooth engorged flesh, Becca’s body became more and more primed with desire. Passion pounded through her heart, chest and core. Rolling waves of tantalizing desire crashed through her. Kneeling before Brian, sucking him between her lips as she held his pulsing length in her hand, was a powerful aphrodisiac.
Her fingers tightened around his steel-hard length, and she moaned as her mouth continued taking his engorged tip in suctioning kisses. He tasted so good. Brian was the perfect combination of salty and sweet.
Deciding that she wanted more of him, she rose up higher on her knees and guided him, with her hand, deep into her mouth. She felt his thick head hit the back of her throat as his fingers tangled in her hair, and a primal moan ripped from his chest. Figuring that must be a sign that she was doing it right, she repeated the motion. This time, instead of a groan, he growled her name. Before she knew it, she was up and standing on her feet as Brian made quick—to the point of being manic—work of getting her bra and panties off.
A thrill ran through her at the fact that she’d driven him to be so animalistic, so forceful. Brian was usually so laid back, so seeing him like this and knowing that she was the reason he was so hot and bothered was a heady realization.
Becca watched, her entire body humming with arousal and anticipation as Brian swiftly reached in and checked the stream of water. She licked her lips, remembering the erotic sensation of his throbbing member sliding in and out of her mouth, as he quickly sheathed himself with a condom he’d grabbed from his jeans. Then he easily lifted her and set her inside the shower, following immediately behind her.
As the water beat down on their bodies, Brian backed Becca up until she felt the cold tile wall against her back. Then, dipping his head, Brian covered her mouth with his. The touch of his soft lips on hers sent a shockwave through her entire body.
And she knew, in that moment, that this was all she’d ever need; Brian kissing her, wanting her, needing her, claiming her.
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Brian tried to control himself, tried not to attack Becca the way he wanted to. But she was not making it easy. First, that lingerie. Then, the blow job.
Damn. Did she have any idea what she was doing to him?
His hands slid up and down her slick body as his mouth devoured hers in a demanding kiss. But it wasn’t enough. He craved her. He needed to taste her. All of her.
Lowering to his knees, Brian ran his hand down the smooth skin of Becca’s thigh slipping his fingers behind her knee. Lifting his arm, he raised it up and rested her leg on his shoulder. Becca fisted her hand in his hair and gasped at their new, intimate position before Brian had even touched her. Licked her. Sucked her.
Water cascaded down both their bodies as he kneeled before her, his mouth just a breath away from her exposed center, his eyes hungrily taking in the beauty of her femininity.
Brian ran his fingers up her inner thigh then moved them up and down her plump lips several times before spreading the petal-soft folds of her womanhood apart, leaning forward, and brushing his tongue against the sensitive flesh there. Becca cried out and bucked her hips as he licked her again. Brian sucked her juices as they coated his tongue; she tasted so sweet. His entire body flushed with pulsing urgency as Brian took his time making love to Becca with his mouth. Exploring her, teasing her, tasting her.
Over and over, he sensually slid his tongue up and down her wet heat. Brian’s lips brushed, kissed, and sucked the sensitized skin of her core. Becca mumbled encouragements as her fingers gripped Brian’s hair tightly. The sting of her fists against his scalp shot straight down to his throbbing erection.
Then, when he felt her body begin to shake, he sucked her pleasure nub in his mouth and flicked his tongue across it while he slid his finger inside of her tight passage. Becca cried out as tremors rippled through her entire body. Brian stayed with her, licking her, sucking her, fingering her until the last spasm rocked through her and her body went limp with satisfaction.
Standing to his feet, he held her up as she slumped against the wall, completely sated.
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