Her BFF's Brother

by Regina Wade

  Rori leans back, a long moan of pleasure escaping her throat as she gives me full access to her chest.

  “I haven’t stopped thinking about this since I had my first naughty thought about you,” Rori whispers with a sexy grin. Her hands slip under my shirts, deftly popping three buttons as she peels it back off of me, leaving me shirtless.

  “You’re so hot it hurts.” She whimpers, gnawing on her lip. I grin at her as I pull her hands against the hard muscles of my chest and stomach.

  “Let me ease some of your pain, then.” I let my own hands wander down around the bottom of her dress, slowly inching the fabric up into my hands.

  We haven’t stopped touching each other since I whisked her off the stage, haven’t stopped pawing at each, tugging hungrily at our clothes.

  Rori is eager and enthusiastic, letting her hands roam freely. I contrast her, taking my time to slowly pull the hem of her icy blue dress up until I’ve exposed her upper thighs, letting my fingertips take my time exploring her. It’s stunning, just a simple shift of lace and satin, so pure and pretty that it makes me want to tear it to shreds.

  We trip against the edge of the bed, my knees hitting the back of it, Rori landing on top of me. Her mouth follows her hands, tracing wet lines along every ridge of my torso.

  “Every time you hugged me, I felt these muscles underneath your clothes and wanted to rip every thread off of you,” Rori whispers, looking up at me with her huge hazel eyes.

  I exhale hard through my nose, nostrils flaring. A shift of my hips and I’m on top of her, pinning her beneath me. Her eyes are huge, gazing up at me with heat and need.

  “I need you, Rori,” I whisper against her skin as I trail kisses down her body. My thumbs hook in the straps of her dress, taking it down with me.

  “So take me, Reed,” She moans, tossing her head back. Crimson strands of hair spread out on the white sheets beneath her, the contrast incredibly sexy. Everything about Rori is sexy. Every strand of hair, every freckle, every inch of her curves. I indulge in her body the way I’ve always wanted, letting myself enjoy her.

  My hands kiss her breasts, sliding along them, palming them, cupping them. I brush my thumbs along the stiff peaks of her nipples, eliciting a moan from the girl beneath me.

  Rori cranes her head up, pinning me with her bedroom eyes.

  “Reed, I need you now, please,” She gasps, her body arching beneath me, pressing herself against me, seeking more and more contact.

  I shake my head.

  “I’ve waited this long for you. I’m not going to rush now.” I bend, taking one of her nipples into my mouth, rolling it along my tongue.

  Her hands reach down, scratching along my shoulders, my neck. Gripping my hair and hauling my mouth up to hers. Her kisses are needy, passionate, and deep enough that we’re both panting when we break away.

  “Reed, please. Please,” her pleading is almost enough to break my resolve, but I just shake my head against her, making my way down between her thighs.

  “We’ve got the rest of our lives for quickies, Rori. I’m taking my time now. Savoring you.” I plant kisses all around her pussy, covering every inch of her smooth mound.

  She’s just as gorgeous as I knew she’d be. Pink perfection, already glistening with her arousal. I dip my face down next to her, feeling the heat pouring off of her wet opening. Breathing her in. Immersing myself in Rori, diving headfirst into her deep waters.

  What I don’t expect is the glint of metal shining at the very top of her pussy. I raise an eyebrow at the beyond-sexy piercing, eying her.

  “I told you, I don’t lie,” She says huskily.

  I growl, tracing the bit of metal with my tongue, working it against her clit and making her cry out in pleasure.

  Her hips lift, bucking, pressing herself against me, but I put a hand on her stomach and pin her back down to the bed. I growl as I brush my lips against hers, holding her exactly where I want her.

  “Oh god, Reed. Yes. Tongue me. Lick me. Eat my pussy, you sexy motherfucker,” Rori’s voice rises and falls, her words coming with shaky breaths and sudden changes in pitch as I find a spot that makes her squeal.

  Every filthy, dirty word that falls from her lips just makes me want to continue this sweet torture more. Prolong this as much as possible. I slip a finger against her, sliding it between her lips and inside her.

  “You taste so good, baby,” I whisper against her, circling her clit with my tongue. Her hips lift again, and again I push her down, controlling her body exactly how I want it.

  “Reed, please. I’m begging,” Rori’s voice is pained, needy, a whining tone I’ve never heard from her before. She shakes her head back and forth, squirming beneath me.

  “Now who’s all bark?” I ask teasingly, before pressing my tongue back against her.

  This time I don’t stop, don’t slow down. This time I drag her to the edge and fling her into outer space.

  “Oh god, Reed, fuck, I’m going to —” Rori’s voice is strangled. Her back arches, fingers clawing at the sheets, balling them into her fists as her first orgasm crashes into her. I can taste the flood of her juices overflowing my mouth, dripping off of my chin, and I’ve never been more turned on in my life.

  Without pausing, I stand up and drop the rest of my clothes to the floor. My cock springs free, and I begin to rub it against her soaking wet lips, slicking the swollen head of my cock.

  “Oh fuck yes, Reed.” I kneel between her legs, pressing myself into her. I lean down, my body on hers, pressing a kiss against her lips as I press my cock into her pussy.

  “You feel so fucking good, Rori,” I growl against her mouth, my teeth sinking into her bottom lip. “Your pussy is so tight that I already know I’m not going to last.”

  Rori grins up at me sexily.

  “Too much bite, huh?” She asks with a laugh.

  I move my mouth down to her shoulder, sinking my teeth into her and twisting her laugh into a moan. Her fingers dig into my back, nails scratching ten tracks in parallel with my spine as her legs wrap around my waist, ankles locking in the small of my back.

  “Give it to me, Reed. Make me yours,” Rori gasps as I slide the last inch of my cock into her.

  “You are mine, Rori. You belong to me. We belong together,” I gasp, shuddering. Holding out is impossible, but I don’t want this to ever end.

  Rori grabs my face with both hands, looking me dead in the eye.

  “Fill me up, Reed.” She says, undoing me completely.

  I cry out as I thrust into her again and again, balls pulsing, ribbons of cum filling her up completely. Her slick inner walls clamp down around me, milking me for every last drop as she reaches her own climax.

  Panting, I kiss her again, pulling her into my arms. My fingers trace the marks on her shoulders and neck as I grin down at her.

  “Well, was the bite as good as the bark?” I ask after I catch my breath.

  She smacks my ribs, but presses herself against me.

  “It was everything I ever dreamed about. Except for one thing.” Her hand is already drifting down, wrapping around my half-hard cock.

  “What’s that?” I ask, shifting to look her right in the eyes.

  “In my dreams, we don’t stop,” She whispers back.

  ‘God, I am so in love with you,” I whisper against her lips before kissing her.

  We don’t stop for the rest of the night, the week, or the month.

  We don’t stop for the rest of our lives.

  Epilogue: One Week Later - Rori

  “Is Reed still mad at me?” Beth asks for the hundredth time.

  I take a long sip of my Malbec, eyeing her over the rim.

  “What, for not telling both of us that you were fine with us dating years ago, causing an unknown amount of angst, heartache, and turmoil? Yeah, he’s still mad, Beth. I’m not exactly thrilled with you myself.”

  Beth sinks lower into her chair, trying and failing to hide behind the mountain of grilled meat on the tabl
e.

  “For the last time, In my defense, neither of you asked me.” She crosses her arms, pouting dramatically. Beth has a fantastic pout, and the worst part is that she knows it. There’s no way anything or anyone on this planet could ever stay mad at Beth baker for long.

  “Well, alright. You’re out of hot water with me, but Reed is another story. He’s immune to your charm.” I smile at my best friend.

  After a minute our eyes meet over the salsa bowl.

  “All kidding aside, are you sure you’re okay with this?” I ask for the hundredth time.

  We’ve been going around and around for the last week, whenever Reed and I surface from his room.

  “I’m sure. You guys are perfect for each other. Like I said, it’s been a long time coming.”

  “Boy, you aren’t kidding.” I smile back at her as she extends her hand and I take it, giving it a squeeze.

  “So, dish. Is it as good as everyone says it is?” Beth asks, a saucy grin slyly sliding into place on her face.

  I blink back at her, aghast.

  “Beth, he’s your brother.”

  She rolls her eyes.

  “Yeah, well I’m currently on the second consecutive decade of this slump, remember? So don’t use his name and let me live vicariously. I’ll pretend it’s someone else.”

  “Someone tall with crazy hair and a platinum record?” I ask, giving her my best penetrating stare.

  “Maybe. That’s neither here nor there. I’m talking about the big S. The beast with two backs. The horizontal mambo. The—”

  “Enough!” I laugh, cutting Beth off before she really gets going.

  Her full laugh joins mine, but she shakes her head insistently anyway.

  “I mean it. Spill. How is it? Who else is going to tell me these things? It’s for science.”

  I shrug one shoulder, suddenly bashful in a way that has nothing to do with the relationship between them.

  “Sweet. Perfect. Sexy. Better than I ever imagined.” I can go on forever, but stop myself.

  “Wow, that’s saying something,” Beth gives my hand another squeeze. “Because I happen to know you imagined it a lot.”

  I grab a thin slice of fried potato and throw it at her.

  “You beautiful ladies fighting over me?” I don’t miss the way Beth’s eyes light up at the sound of Brash’s voice as the rockstar materializes. He slides into the booth across from me, next to my best friend.

  “Hardly. We were just reminiscing. Where’s Reed?” I ask him

  “What, you haven’t got your back blown out enough yet?” Brash asks bluntly, a grin on his face. I throw a chip at him, too.

  Beth looks horrified, but Brash only laughs and pats her arm.

  A wicked idea creeps into my head.

  “Well, if you aren’t going to tell me, I guess I’ll have to go find him.” I stand up, stretching. Brash might have been kidding, but he wasn’t wrong. I’m sore in every muscle, including a few I didn’t know I had.

  Beth looks up at me, petrified by being in such close proximity to her crush.

  “Rori, you can’t leave. You’ve barely eaten.” She flails around for some excuse not to be alone with the hot singer, but I just give her my best evil smirk.

  Payback is a bitch, Beth.

  “I’m in the mood for something...meatier.” I wave at them as I slip out of the dark dining room and onto the gorgeous beach.

  The scenery in Buenos Aires really is some of the most beautiful in the entire world. Six years of flying have left me with a lot of memories of scenic vistas, but the sands stretching out in front of me are stunning.

  They’re the second most beautiful thing I can see.

  Reed is walking up the beach, short-sleeve button-down blowing in the breeze. He looks like he should be modeling a speedo instead of smiling at me.

  I rush up and leap into his arms, planting a kiss on his cheek.

  “Brash snuck off, I’m assuming to harass the two of you again?” Reed says as he swings me around, pulling me up into his arms before setting me back down onto my feet carefully.

  “Yeah, but I left her with him. She didn’t really seem contrite enough, you know.”

  Reed frowns at me.

  “She’s still my sister, you know.” He says gruffly.

  I shrug. “You’ve met Brash, you know he’s not a bad guy. Besides, she looked absolutely petrified. It was adorable.”

  Reed sighs, but kisses me on top of my head.

  “Alright. Well, I guess we won’t be joining them for lunch then?”

  I give Reed my best, sexiest grin.

  “I’ve got something else that I’m hungry for,” I say, grabbing the front of his shirt and dragging him towards our room.

  Thirty minutes later, tangled in the sheets, I surface from beneath a pillow, blowing hair out of my face.

  “Alright, Baker. That’s it. I’m tapping out.”

  He grins at me, his face upside down.

  “Oh thank god, I don’t think I could take any more. My friction burns have friction burns.”

  I laugh, pressing myself against his chest.

  “Hey Reed? I love you.”

  “I love you too, Rori.”

  Epilogue: Two Years Later - Reed

  I sigh, rubbing my face with my hands.

  “Beth, I love you. You’re my sister. I’ve even forgiven you for all of your past transgressions. But there’s no way we’re naming any of our daughter Brathany.”

  Beth pouts, but I ignore it. Rori — and, to be fair, every other person in the world — caves every time Beth brings out that fat bottom lip, but I stand firm.

  “Fine. But it’s a good name. I’ll talk her into changing it later.”

  I shrug, smiling. “If it’s so good, why don’t you and Brash use it?”

  She rolls her eyes. “You know we’re not really the parenting type of people.”

  Now it’s my turn to tease her.

  “You sure about that? If he needs some pointers, you know, I’m more than happy to help.” I leer at her, but she just laughs and shoves me in the shoulder.

  “He’s more than capable, Reed. It’s just not the right fit for us.”

  I chuckle. “You just need to spend more time babysitting.”

  “Well, I’m sure we’re about to get more than our fair share. Speaking of which, where is the rest of your family.”

  “Oh, Rori is fussing over her. She’s taken right to the whole mom thing like a duck to water.”

  Even before the words have finished leaving my mouth, there’s a crash, a shriek of girlish laughter, and Rori’s voice, raised in fury.

  “You little rascal! You get back here, and put your freaking clothes back on!”

  Beth and I both look at each other, her eyes going wide as they meet mine, and then we burst into laughter.

  A fleshy blur streaks out into the room we’re in, heading straight for the door. Before she can get any further I scoop up our girl, wrapping her up in my arms.

  “Reed! Grab her!” Rori storms into the room, hands on her hips and fury all over her face.

  “I’ve got her, baby.” I rock our daughter, spinning her around as she laughs and giggles, squirming in my grasp.

  “Do you know what your daughter has been up to today?!” Rori hisses at me, glaring daggers at me.

  “Getting up to trouble just like her daddy.” I smile at my little girl, and she giggles back at me.

  Beth grins at us. “It runs in the family.”

  “Yesss, exactly. You three deserve each other. Well, she’s your problem now. I have to go get dressed. She has some clothes around here somewhere, and I suggest she not leave naked, but it’s entirely up to you two!”

  Rori flounces from the room, slamming the door behind her.

  Beth and I just grin, shaking our heads.

  “Come on, we should go find mom. She won’t ever say no to taking her granddaughter for a little while, and we might need to go calm Rori down before she punts you th
rough a wall.”

  I grin down at my daughter.

  “Does that sound good, baby? You want to go see grandma?”

  She gives me an enthusiastic nod. We begin walking along, Beth taking two steps to my own to keep pace.

  “So, how do you feel about the name Brathany?” Beth asks, making me roll my eyes.

  My daughter, of course, makes a horrified face and hides against my chest. I pat her back and grin at my sister.

  “See. It’s not going to happen. Our daughter has taste. I see Mom over there, why don't you take her and I’ll go check on Rori.”

  Beth winks at me. “Off to give me another opportunity to get a Brathany in the family? Try not to break anything.”

  I roll my eyes. “You’re the worst, Beth.”

  “Worst!” my daughter chimes in. I grin, Beth scowls.

  Rori is still slamming things down onto the dresser as she goes about fixing her outfit and makeup. I had no idea, before we got married, that anyone could make setting down a bottle of mascara sound so angry.

  “Rori? You want to tell me what’s wrong?”

  Rori shakes her head, not looking in my direction. She sighs, shrugging.

  “I just miss having you all to myself. Or having more time with you. Or any time with you.” Rori mutters, dabbing at her eyelashes.

  “Hey. Come here.” I wrap her up in my arms, pulling her close.

  “Rori Baker, I promise you right now that I’ll always make time for you. No matter how many kids we end up having —”

  “Just the one, thanks.”

  “ —no matter if it’s one or a dozen, I swear to you here and now, we’ll find a way to be together.”

  Rori leans against me, the tension draining out of her.

  “You’re right. I knew that’s what you’d say, but it’s still nice to hear.”

  “Good. I’m glad I solved that in record time, because it gives us a bit of extra time for you to fix your makeup.”

  She looks up at me with a puzzled frown.

  “It’s fixed. Why, did I miss a spot?”

  I shake my head with a grin.

  “No, but I’m about to mess it up again.”

  We’re late, and a month later Rori is late, but our second child arrives right on time.