Taking Chances (Robson Brothers Book 1)

by A. T Brennan

  “Goodnight, Avery.”

  His arms tightened around me the slightest bit more and I grinned against his chest. This moment was perfect. Feeling his hands and mouth on me had been amazing, but having his body snuggled up to mine as we fell asleep made me feel safe and cherished, and I loved it.

  Chapter Nine

  MATT

  When I woke up the next morning the first thing I noticed was Avery’s warm body still cradled in my arms. The next thing I noticed was how comfortable I was. Even in a single bed, holding her right up against my body, I didn’t feel crowded. Everything about the moment felt right and wonderful, and perfect.

  I glanced down at her sleeping face and grinned. She looked so sweet and innocent, and I hugged her closer. Still fast asleep she sighed and snugged up to me, and my morning wood went from noticeable to almost painful.

  Avery didn’t even have to be awake to drive me crazy. Everything about her made me want her, and I wondered what the hell I was doing.

  I’d sworn I’d stay away from her if Logan wasn’t there to be a buffer and keep me in line. I’d promised myself up and down that I wouldn’t kiss her again and I’d let her find someone who would treat her right and was good enough for her, but I couldn’t stay away from her.

  When she’d called me last night I’d fully intended on getting her safely back to her dorm and then going home. That was the reason I’d taken a cab instead of the car Logan and I shared. I’d figured that by having someone else in charge of driving I could drop her off and continue on my merry way, but then she’d looked at me with her wide, innocent eyes and I’d been lost.

  The moment I’d stepped out of the cab it had been the point of no return. There was no way I could go up to her room and not touch her, kiss her, but I wasn’t going to fuck her.

  It had been nearly impossible keeping that promise to myself. Every kiss, every touch had inflamed my desire, and by the time I’d gotten to taste her sweet pussy it had taken every ounce of self-control I had not to whip out my cock and bury it so deep inside her she’d be branded for life.

  Fuck I wanted her. I craved her and needed her in a way I’d never thought possible, but I couldn’t be that guy.

  I would touch her, taste and tease her until her eyes rolled back in her head and she begged me to stop, but I couldn’t take her virginity.

  Watching her, knowing I was the only man who’d ever given her an orgasm, touched or seen her body made me feel special, like she’d chosen me. I’d worried she was just using me to get a little action and experience, but I believed she’d told me the truth. She cared about me and she wanted me, not pleasure.

  The fact that she trusted me so much made something deep inside my chest ache, and I couldn’t help worrying that it was all fleeting. I was falling for her. I knew that plain as day, but what if everything she was feeling stemmed from what we’d shared. She could be confusing our physical intimacy with emotional closeness, and when the glow wore off, would she still feel the same?

  The thought of losing her terrified me, and the idea I could fall completely in love with her while she only liked me was my worst fear come to life, but I couldn’t walk away from her.

  Avery was everything I’d never thought I deserved but always secretly wanted, and it killed me I couldn’t fully be with her.

  I didn’t like the thought of having to keep things secret, of only being able to be with her when we were alone, and I really hated that we would be lying to Logan.

  A part of me knew I should just man up and talk to him. Sit him down and tell him how I felt about her and that we wanted to be together. I wasn’t going to fuck her and dump her, in fact I wasn’t going to fuck her at all. I wanted to try and be with her properly and fully, and I’d never hurt her.

  I knew this, but the thought of doing it was too much. He’d asked me one thing; to stay away from her. I’d made a promise to him and I’d broken it the first moment I’d been alone with her. He was going to be disappointed in me, and I didn’t want to see that. Not from him.

  Avery sighed gently and shifted in my arms. I looked down at her, smiling as her eyes fluttered open.

  “Morning,” I said softly, dropping a kiss on her nose.

  “Morning.” She smiled up at me, her cheeks flushing as her eyes sparkled. “Have you been awake long?”

  “Not too long. How did you sleep?”

  “Really good. You feel nice.”

  “So do you.”

  “I’ve never slept with someone before. I always thought it might feel a little cramped, claustrophobic even, but it was really nice.” Her eyes clouded over and she looked away from me.

  “Avery?”

  “Everything we share is a first for me, but there’s nothing I can do for you that you haven’t experienced before.” She looked back at me. “I wish there was something I could do where I would be your first.”

  “You already have.”

  “What?”

  I grinned and shifted so I was lying on my back with her pulled up so she could lay on my chest. “I’ve never slept with anyone before either.”

  “What? But you—”

  “I’ve had sex, yes, but never stayed with someone overnight.”

  “Never?”

  “Not once.” I shook my head. “I never found someone I didn’t want to let go of.”

  She smiled and gently traced her finger over my chest in an idle pattern, and my morning wood instantly returned.

  Her eyes widened as my cock pressed into her hip, then she grinned.

  “Fuck, babe.” I groaned as she slid her hand down my body and rubbed it over my dick. “You don’t have—”

  “I want to.” She leaned up and kissed my bottom lip. “I want to make you feel good.”

  I grabbed her by the waist and rolled her over. I wasn’t about to let her get me off without returning the favor.

  “Oh, Matt,” she sighed as I slipped my hand under her panties and rubbed against her wet skin. I found her clit and grinned as she gasped and arched into my hand.

  “Stroke me as I finger you. I want us to come together.”

  She nodded, biting her lip as she gripped my hard shaft in her small, hot hand. I swallowed a groan as I slipped my finger inside her. She was so wet, and still so tight. I slipped a second finger in and curled them slightly as I pressed the heel of my hand against her clit. I didn’t think I’d be able to hold out for long and I wanted to watch her come.

  “Fuck,” she cried out softly, her free hand gripping my arm as she stroked her hand up and down my cock. “God, Matt.”

  “Yeah, oh fuck, babe.” I watched as her eyes darkened and her pupils dilated slightly, she was getting close.

  “God you feel good.” Her hips moved with my hand and I had to steel myself as my thighs and balls tightened and pressure built deep in my abdomen.

  “Fuck babe, you have to slow down.”

  “Was that not good?” Her eyes flashed with uncertainty as her hand stilled.

  “It’s fucking amazing.” I kissed her lips and tried to reassure her. “Too amazing. You were about to make me come and I didn’t want to get there before you.”

  She smiled, placated, and resumed stocking my cock.

  I kept my rhythm light and fast, feeling her walls as they contracted and gripped my fingers. She was getting close, I could feel and hear it.

  “Are you going to come?” I asked through gritted teeth. I could feel my orgasm creeping up my dick and I was seconds from finishing.

  She nodded, crying out to me.

  “Come with me.”

  She nodded again and bit her lip.

  God I loved when she did that. I needed to kiss her, to be connected to her as we finished, and I leaned forward. She immediately parted her lips for me, welcoming my tongue into her mouth as she cried out.

  As soon as my tongue touched hers I was gone. My orgasm exploded out of me, causing my entire body to shake as all the pent up pleasure and pressure inside me left in a moment
of pure bliss.

  Even as I was coming I felt her walls clench down around my fingers as her legs squeezed together. Her cry was muffled by our kiss, but her body shook and writhed against mine.

  I pulled my fingers out of her and gripped her around the waist, hauling her up against me so I could feel her. Her unique scent of strawberries and cinnamon filled my senses and I realized in that moment I was in love with her.

  Last night I’d thought I was on my way. I’d been sure I was falling for her and would be there soon enough, but now I knew it had already happened. I’d fallen in love with Avery, the one girl I wasn’t supposed to touch.

  I couldn’t tell her. The feeling was so new I wasn’t ready, and I was sure she didn’t feel the same about me. Not yet, and maybe not ever.

  “That’s an incredible way to wake up,” she said against my neck and I chuckled.

  “It really is.” I sighed and held her close for a moment longer, then it was time to let her go. “What do you have planned for today?”

  “Homework, and Logan wanted to go get coffee this afternoon.”

  “You’re still okay with not telling him, right?”

  “I’m not happy about lying to him, but I understand.” She nodded. “I won’t say anything. You tell him when you’re ready.”

  I gave her one last kiss and groaned as I let her go. It was time to clean up and get out of bed, otherwise I might never let her leave.

  * * * * *

  The next week I didn’t get to see Avery at all.

  When I’d come home after spending the night with her Logan had already been at the apartment. He’d taken one look at my rumpled clothes and shaken his head.

  “Good night?” he’d asked, handing me a cup of coffee when I’d met up with him in the kitchen.

  “Yeah.”

  “So, who was she?”

  “No one.”

  “Wow, that’s a little cold. Even for you.”

  “I just meant no one you know.”

  “As usual.” He leaned against the counter. “So I’m going to invite Avery home for Thanksgiving.”

  I almost spilled my coffee down my shirt as I sputtered. “What?”

  “She’s not going home and I don’t want her to be here alone. Mom’s actually glad one of us is bringing someone, even if she’s just my friend.”

  “You already talked to mom?”

  “Last night. Why are you so freaked out?”

  “I’m not. I’m just tired.”

  “If you say so.” He gave me a strange look and shook his head.

  I tried to cover up my shock. If Avery came to thanksgiving that would be an entire long weekend where I wouldn’t be able to touch her. We’d have to pretend to be barely friends when all I’d want every time I saw her would be to kiss her, hold her close and show her how much I wanted her. Between Logan, Jax, Jay, and our parents, we’d never get a moment alone.

  It fucking sucked but there was nothing I could do about it. There was no way either of us could protest without telling Logan exactly why, and I wasn’t ready to tell him.

  Later that night Avery called me, and as soon as I’d picked up the phone she’d blurted out exactly what I knew Logan had already asked.

  “What did you say?” I asked, leaning back against my bed.

  “I said ‘thank you’. What else could I say?”

  “Nothing.” I sighed and stared up at the ceiling. “I’m sorry to put you in such a weird spot.”

  “I know. I don’t like it but I agreed to it.”

  “We’ll make it work, figure it out as we go.”

  “Sure. It’ll be kind of nice to not be alone.”

  “I’m glad you’re coming, just not so stoked about having to play buddies for four days.”

  “Logan said I can sleep in his room. Apparently you don’t have a spare room.”

  “Jax and Jay shared one and Logan and I had our own. Then mom and dad have the master, so yeah. It’s a bit crowded when we all go home at the same time.”

  “I never had to share anything.” She giggled. “I always wondered what it would be like to have a big family.”

  “You’ll get a taste for it, that’s for sure.” I laughed. “The four of us can get pretty crazy. I don’t guarantee things won’t get weird.”

  “Weird?”

  “We always do game nights on Thanksgiving. Mom and dad go to be early and then we all stay up drinking and being idiots. Something tells me we’ll be keeping to tradition, just including you.”

  “So you get drunk and play Scrabble?”

  “Not exactly. Sometimes it’s poker. Sometimes it’s races in the yard. Sometimes we make shit up as we go.”

  “Sounds fun, and a bit dangerous for an outsider.”

  “Don’t worry. Between Logan and I you’ll be safe.”

  “I got a text today.”

  “From who?”

  “James.”

  “Oh.” My heart sank. “What did it say?”

  “He asked me out for coffee on Wednesday.”

  “Did you answer?”

  “Not yet.”

  “Do you want to go?”

  “No, but how am I supposed to explain that to Logan? I told him I was going to give it a shot.”

  “You should go.” The thought of her spending even one minute alone with another guy killed me, but she was right. She couldn’t cancel without Logan asking questions.

  “You think so?”

  “Just don’t treat it like a real date.”

  “So I’m supposed to go on a date, but not act like it’s a date?”

  “Did you kiss him? On your last date?”

  “Yes.”

  “Did you like it?” I didn’t want to ask but I needed to know the answer.

  “It was okay. I didn’t really feel anything.”

  I let out a breath and closed my eyes. That made me feel better.

  “When you kissed that girl, did you feel anything?” she asked timidly.

  “Not really. All I could think about was how she wasn’t you.”

  “That’s all I could think about with James. I spent the whole night comparing him to you.”

  “Go out with him again, then break things off. Just don’t kiss him again.”

  “You’re the only one I want to kiss, Matt.”

  “I know, babe. You’re the only one I want to kiss too.”

  “Okay, I’ll go and end things. But Wednesday is my only free night before the holidays.”

  “It is?”

  “Yeah. I have a lot of work this week, then we leave to go your house on Thursday after class.”

  “Then I guess we’ll have to settle for the phone.”

  “I guess.” She sighed. “It’s better than nothing.”

  “So, what are you wearing?”

  “I may be a naïve virgin, but even I know that’s the corniest line to start phone sex with,” she said with a laugh.

  I laughed with her and shook my head. “So you know what phone sex is?”

  “Not first hand.”

  “Want to give it a try?”

  “Oh yeah.”

  “Tell me what you’re wearing so I can picture it.”

  “Panties and a T-shirt.”

  “Are you wearing a bra?”

  “No.”

  “Fuck, I love when you don’t.” I drew in a ragged breath and cupped my hardening cock over my pants. “What color panties?”

  “Black.”

  “Are your nipples hard?”

  “Yes.”

  “Are you wet? Run you hand over your—”

  “Matty!” Logan’s voice at my door almost sent me flying off the bed.

  “Matt?” Avery asked in my ear as I swore and shook my head.

  “One second,” I called out then cupped my hand over the phone. “Logan’s at my door.”

  “Okay. Call me tomorrow.”

  “To be continued—”

  “Matty, are you decent?”

  “Just a s
econd! Bye.”

  “Bye.”

  I ended the call and cursed under my breath. Logan had the worst timing in the world.

  * * * * *

  I called Avery the next night and after a friendly chat we picked up right where we left off. It wasn’t as good as getting to watch or touch her, but it was still incredibly hearing her get herself off.

  When she called on Tuesday we didn’t even bother with the small talk, we went right to the phone sex, and I spent Wednesday trying not to drive myself crazy while she was out on her date. She’d texted me after to tell me she’d ended things but was out getting coffee with Logan so she couldn’t call me.

  By the time Thursday rolled around I didn’t know how I was going to spend four days with her and pretend we were just passing acquaintances.

  Logan: I’m going to be late getting home. Can you keep Avery company until I get there?

  Matt: sure. When’s she coming over?

  Logan: one hour

  Matt: okay. Jax and Jay still leaving at 3?

  Logan: as far as I know.

  Matt: k. see you when you get home.

  I spent the next hour packing and cleaning up the apartment, and when Avery knocked on the door I opened it and swept her into my arms. She dropped her bag at our feet and wrapped her arms around me, kissing me back with just as much passion and force.

  “God I missed you.” The words slipped out before I could stop them.

  “I missed you too,” she said shyly, her cheeks flushing.

  “Come here.” I pulled her to the couch and looked her up and down. She’d put on a knee length skirt and a nice top and she looked incredible. “You look beautiful.”

  “Thank you.” She blushed. “I thought it might be a good idea to dress up a bit if I’m going to be meeting your parents.”

  I smiled, even as a slice of pain hit me in the chest. She would be meeting my parents as Logan’s friend, not my girlfriend.

  I shook off my momentary mood and leaned down to kiss her. She melted against me, her hands gripping my hips as she pressed against my body.

  “Fuck, I can’t wait a second longer.”

  She gasped as I gently pushed her down on the couch and settled between her legs. “I need to taste you, feel you come.”

  “God, Matt.” She bit her lip as I pushed her knees apart and reached under her skirt to grip her panties.