Wanted_Big Bad Brother

by Natalie Knight

  Dana has always been independent and proud. She doesn’t like taking help from others, and she’ll never ask for it.

  So even though I know this can’t be a good idea, I’m still glad she’s agreeing to come stay with me. I want to help her any way I can.

  Having her in my house would be amazing.

  Although, seeing her again every day might make it hard. No pun intended. And no might about it.

  She’ll be around all the time, and I’m already struggling to contain myself as it is. What am I doing here?

  But I don’t want to fucking turn her down, and if I have to be sexually frustrated for a while just to have her with me, just to take care of her like I have this burning need to do, then so be it.

  “When do you need to be out?” I ask.

  She looks down and bites her lip. “Two days from now. I left it until the last second, I know. I hoped something would come through by now.”

  I shake my head. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll take the day off tomorrow, and we’ll go to your place and sort it out. Okay?”

  Dana nods and looks up at me, something shining in her eyes that I don’t quite recognize.

  “Thank you, Keagan. It means a lot.”

  “Of course,” I say. “I already said it, but I’ll say it again. You know I care.”

  When the evening comes to an end, I pay for the bill. She protests, but I don’t let her fight me on it. We get up and she steps toward me. She looks up at me. She’s almost a full head shorter than me, but with her heels on—fuck, they’re sexy—she can almost look me straight in the eye.

  “Thanks, Keagan,” she says again, and she wraps her arms around me in a hug.

  I don’t hesitate to hold onto her. Her body is lithe and petite in my arms. Her tits, her hips, I feel them all. My body responds, and I feel my cock straining in my pants yet again. I let go of her, pushing her gently away so she won’t feel how I’m about to rip right through my pants and give her a full-on salute.

  “I’ll see you in the morning,” I say. “Go home and relax. We’ve got this covered.”

  She nods, still looking at me. My gaze lingers on her lips for a second before I turn toward the door.

  “Better not walk out with me if you don’t want to be swarmed with paparazzi,” I say, grimacing.

  She leaves first, and I wait a while before I leave, too. There are only one or two cameras outside when I walk through the door, but it’s enough for the world to know whether I left the restaurant alone or not.

  While I drive home, I think about Dana. Her pride gets in the way sometimes, but there’s something to be said for her strength. It’s fucking sexy.

  She’s always been independent, and there’s nothing more attractive in a woman than the ability to fend for herself. And she’s going to be in my apartment for a while.

  The thought makes me horny as fuck. I’ve been biting down on my lust all evening. When I get home, I climb out of my clothes and get in bed, naked. My cock strains against the sheets, and I move, letting the friction work me up. I slide my hand over my abs and palm my throbbing cock.

  Fuck, I want her. I close my eyes and picture her, trying to imagine what she might look like naked. I want every inch of her, and I want her to beg me to take it.

  My hand pumps up and down, and I try to imagine that it’s her body wrapped around my cock, her hot, wet pussy, and not my own fingers.

  When I come, it’s drawn out and fucking intense and I groan. I twitch and jerk in my hand, hot cum shooting out of my cock as I groan her name.

  But when it’s over, I’m not nearly as satisfied as I want to be. And I wonder if having her in my house is going to be the best thing that’s ever happened to me, or the worst mistake I’ve ever made.

  Chapter 4

  Dana

  I can’t believe I had to ask Keagan for help. I’m relieved that he agreed. Last night, he kept telling me that he cared. It’s good to know that I have somewhere I can go, even if it was hard to ask. I hate asking for help, but sometimes, things slip out of my control.

  I’m dressed and ready to go at seven in the morning. When I came back after dinner last night, I didn’t go right to bed, even though I was exhausted. I packed up everything I could in the few boxes and bags I had. I don’t want Keagan to come here and see my life turned inside out, the way it feels.

  I want to have something ready for him, at least.

  Now, while I wait, I’m wrapping glasses and mugs in newspaper. I don’t have boxes to put them in, but at least, this will be half the work done.

  When my doorbell rings, Keagan stands in front of me, bright and fresh. His blond hair is damp, like he just stepped out of the shower. He’s wearing jeans and a t-shirt, moving clothes, but he still looks put together.

  “Morning,” he says cheerfully. Behind him, four men are getting out of a truck in the road. They unload collapsed cardboard boxes.

  “You brought company?” I ask.

  Keagan nods. “Yeah, they’re here to help. I figured you needed a few people to get through it quickly. I brought boxes, too.”

  I swallow hard. He’s being so nice to me. Everything is overwhelming.

  My mom was right. Keagan was a good person to turn to, and apparently, he will do a lot for me. Keagan steps inside and puts his hand on my shoulder. His hand is large and warm. When he looks at me, his blue eyes are piercing.

  “Where would you like us to start?” he asks.

  I lead Keagan to the kitchen and show him what I’ve done so far.

  “Wrapping them was a great idea,” he says. He calls the guys inside. They tape up a cardboard box and start packing.

  “It’s big of you to hire a team,” I say. It will go so much quicker with these guys jumping in as well.

  Keagan nods. “Let’s leave them to it here and sort out your office. What do you say?”

  I follow him to my office. I haven’t touched it. My shelf is full of books, my desk has folders all over it, and I have boxes full of swatches and fabric samples. Keagan stands with his hands on his hips, looking around.

  I don’t know what living with Keagan again will be like. It’s easily been ten years since we’ve lived together in the same place. I’ve gotten used to having my own space and doing my own thing. It will be strange falling into someone else’s routine again, and abiding by someone else’s rules.

  We were always close, so I don’t think it will be a problem. When he first moved in so many years ago, being in the same house as the boy I had a crush on was hard. It was even harder that I wasn’t allowed to like him anymore. Somehow, we’d gotten over liking each other and fell into a comfortable rhythm.

  Sometimes, out of nowhere, I still see Keagan as the guy I crushed on and not the one that became my brother. Not that it matters. I doubt he feels the same about me. Don’t guys get over their crushes easily? I’m the only one holding onto something that never got a chance to exist.

  Keagan walks out of the room again, and his scent stays behind. It smells like soap, clean and fresh, and I breathe in deeply. He returns with two collapsed boxes and tape. He tapes up the boxes and puts them down in the middle of the floor.

  “How about you start with those files,” he says, pointing to my portfolios. “I’ll handle the books?”

  I nod. It’s difficult having people rummage through my things. I feel like they’re pulling me apart, seeing every side of me that I can choose to hide under normal circumstances. With Keagan, I don’t mind it so much, but the other guys make me feel uncomfortable.

  The day goes by quickly. We barely break for lunch. It’s easier to keep working while we’re eating. Bit by bit, my house is packed up. I don’t have a lot of things, and that’s the only reason it’s possible to nearly pack up everything in one day.

  By five o’clock the men all leave. Boxes are stacked in the corners of every room, and my place has been cleaned, for the most part. All my furniture has already been loaded and taken to Keagan’s warehouse, where
he has extra space for me.

  “We’ll finish tomorrow,” Keagan says. “They’re coming back, and we’ll get the boxes to storage as well.

  I shake my head. “You’re doing all of this for me, and I can’t even repay you,” I say.

  Keagan shakes his head and nudges me with his elbow. “Don’t sweat it. We’ll get this fixed in no time.”

  I’m emotional. It’s hard losing my home and having strangers pack it up for me. It’s better than being kicked out on the street, though, and I have Keagan to thank for that.

  “I’m going to run out and get us dinner,” Keagan says. “Why don’t you take a box and pack up the things in your bedroom you don’t need?”

  I nod. He smiles at me and walks through the door, disappearing into the dusk that’s falling outside. I walk to my room and do as he asks.

  I’ve finished two boxes by the time he comes back. I smell Chinese all the way from the kitchen. When I join Keagan, he’s unpacking sweet and sour pork and fried noodles. He’s also bought wine.

  “Oh, God, this is the best idea you’ve had all day,” I say, picking up the bottle of wine.

  Keagan grins at me. “I thought so.”

  He hands me my container of food, and we walk to the living room. He pushes the coffee table out of the way, and we sit down on the carpet, spreading out our food. I found two wine glasses in one of the boxes and Keagan pours wine for both of us.

  The food is fantastic, and the wine is just what I needed. Slowly, I feel the tension bleed out of my shoulders. My body becomes light, and I feel good for the first time in days. Keagan sits next to me. We lean our backs against the couch.

  “Can you believe this is where I ended up?” I say. “When we were younger, I had such big dreams. Look at me, now. On the verge of eviction. Broke.”

  Keagan shakes his head. “You’ve always been on top of things. It’s just a bad month. Not a bad life.”

  I grin at him. “You sound like a fortune cookie.”

  Keagan shrugs. “Even in school, you were good at everything. It’s one of the first thing’s I noticed about you. Don’t be so hard on yourself.”

  “Really?” I ask. “That’s what you noticed about me?”

  “Well, among other things.” He’s studying the wine in his glass intently.

  “Like what?”

  Keagan glances at me. “Are you kidding me? You were the hottest girl in school. Not much has changed, by the way.”

  I blink at him. He looks at me with serious eyes. His pupils are dilated, and something twists in my stomach.

  “You can’t mean that,” I say.

  “Why not? I know what I like. I know a ten when I see one.”

  I blush violently. “You can’t tell me that,” I say.

  “But it’s true.”

  He leans against me so that our arms touch. His skin is hot through the sleeves of my shirt. His scent is in my nose. Maybe it’s the wine, his help in my time of need, or the fact that I’m at rock bottom, but I get turned on. I swallow hard. Heat flushes through my body and pools between my legs.

  Keagan’s eyes are still on mine. He lifts his hand and brushes his knuckles against my cheek. Electricity runs from his skin to mine. The atmosphere is charged, and I know what he wants before his eyes slide to my lips. This is wrong. I can’t do this. Except, this is what I want. What I’ve wanted for a long time. I’ve denied it because it’s not supposed to be this way.

  When Keagan leans toward me, I know I should pull away. I’m frozen in place, and I watch him close the distance between us. His fingers rest against my cheek, and his lips touch mine a moment later.

  My breath hitches in my throat. He kisses me, carefully, allowing me to pull away if that’s what I want.

  I don’t. When I don’t move, he kisses me with more confidence. And he knows exactly what he’s doing. His tongue runs along my bottom lip, and without thinking about it, I open my mouth. He slides his tongue into my mouth, soft and hot, and tastes me. I’ve never been kissed like this, and my body is practically vibrating.

  I break the kiss.

  “What are you doing?” I ask. I’m out of breath.

  Keagan doesn’t look as flustered as I am. His pupils are dilated, lips parted.

  “Kissing you,” he whispers, sending shivers down my spine in the most delicious way.

  I don’t know what to say to that. Keagan leans into me again. His lips touch mine, and this time, I don’t hesitate. Somewhere at the back of my mind, a little voice tells me I’m doing something I probably shouldn’t, but the way he’s kissing me sets my body on fire. I’m melting in my panties. I’m getting wetter—so much fucking wetter—hotter, and the wine in my system pushes all the worries out of my mind.

  All I can think about is him. He fills my sense, leaving room for nothing else.

  I lift my hand and push my fingers into Keagan’s hair. He groans into my mouth. His hand slips down my neck, his fingers fluttering over my skin. He thumbs my collarbone, and then his hand is on my chest, sliding to my breast.

  Oh, God.

  I feel like I might spontaneously combust. I’m hot and wet and ready, and my body screams for more. Keagan hasn’t even touched me yet.

  My breasts tingle, and my nipples tighten with anticipation. A moment later, his hand is on my breast, massaging skillfully.

  Keagan’s breathing becomes shallow and erratic. He gasps into my mouth. It’s like he’s finally allowed to touch me. Like he’s always wanted to.

  I push the thought out of my mind. I stop thinking all together.

  My hand wanders down his body and into his lap. I rest my palm on his cock, and he’s hard—so fucking hard—through his jeans. When I rub him through the thick material, he groans again.

  “Fuck, Dana. I’ve wanted this for so long.”

  “What?” I mumble against his lips, not believing what I’m hearing. Is my lust addled brain making hear things now?

  He shakes his head without breaking the kiss and reaches for the hem of my shirt. He pulls it up over my breasts, and his hands land on my bra.

  I break the kiss.

  “Keagan. Really?” I ask, gaping at him. “For how long?”

  His eyes are a dark blue, like the ocean, and he licks his lips. He nods slowly, opening his mouth to speak.

  “This is a bad idea,” I say, cutting him off before he can say anything and shaking my head. I start pulling back my hand from his cock, but he stops me, pressing my hand down with his.

  “Don’t fucking think about it,” he says.

  He moves his hips, grinding himself against my hand. I gasp. I want him so bad. I’m crazy horny, I’m wet, and I want him to keep going. I don’t ever want to stop.

  My shirt is still up over my breasts. He leans into me again. This time, I give in.

  I close the distance and kiss him. I move my hand on his cock again.

  I want this.

  I’ve always wanted this, if I’m being honest.

  And now that I’m getting a taste, I don’t know if I’ll be satisfied until I get it all.

  Chapter 5

  Keagan

  Everything about Dana is so much fucking better than I always imagined it to be.

  Her tongue is hot and slick when I taste her. Sweet. Her lips are soft. Dana is a fucking amazing kisser. She’s had a lot of practice, from what I can tell. Or maybe she’s just a natural.

  I like the latter idea better. The first makes me feel a possessiveness that I don’t understand.

  When I start taking off her clothes, she lets me. My cock throbs in my pants. I’m so hard, I can barely restrain myself. I ache for her. I want to rip her clothes right off her body.

  All I can think about is getting her naked and underneath me so I can finally fuck her, hard and fast like I’ve fantasized about a million fucking times.

  When I peel away her clothes bit by bit, her body is revealed, and it’s even better than in my fantasies. Her tits are just a little bigger than I can cup in
my hand. I unclasp her bra and pull it off her shoulders. Dana arches her back, pushing out her chest. Her nipples are dark and rosy, and the rest of her body is covered with smooth, milky skin.

  Fuck.

  I lean forward and take a nipple in my mouth. She moans softly when I do, and the sound tugs at my core, my cock twitching in response.

  Her nipple is erect in my mouth, a little nub that I flick my tongue over. I massage her other tit with my hand, finding the nipple and rolling it between my thumb and forefinger.

  I’m grinding my cock against her leg, dry humping her. Jesus. But I can’t fucking help myself. I can’t contain myself. She’s making me lose control.

  Dana pulls my shirt up, and I stop long enough for her to pull it over my head and toss it aside. Her hands slide onto my back, and she curls her fingers so her nails graze me. I groan, a new wave of lust flowing through me.

  Fuck, is this really happening?

  With a guttural moan, I wrap my arm around her lower back and pull her toward me so she moves away from the boxes.

  She lies down on the carpet. Exactly what I wanted. I unbutton her jeans, unzip them, and pull them down. She’s wearing a lace G-string. Her legs are long and smooth. When I tug at her panties, her scent reaches my nostrils. The smell of her sex tugs at my cock, and I’m overpowered by lust.

  I rip the panties down her legs, and then she’s completely bare in front of me.

  Holy fucking hell. She’s like a fucking angel. Better than I ever imagined.

  When I look at her face, her lips are parted, and her pupils are dilated. Her chest rises and falls with her breath. She’s a vision, a goddess, lying in front of me without any reserve.

  I have to have her. I crave her. Fucking need her. Like my whole fucking existence hinges on it.

  I put my hand on her neck and slide it slowly down her breastbone. She arches her back and trembles when I do. I slide my hand down further, over her abdomen to the apex of her thighs. I touch her between her legs, and she gasps. She opens her legs for me a little, and I slip my fingers into her slit. She gasps again.

  “God, you’re so fucking wet,” I say.

  “I know,” she whispers, her eyes wide as if he can’t believe we’re doing this, but so full of lust that it’s clear she doesn’t want me to stop.