by L. P. Dover
I take him in fully and his eyes darken as I ride him.
“Fuck it, I can’t take anymore,” he growls, lifting me in his arms. He throws me on the bed, and I squeal, but then he buries his mouth between my legs. Gripping my thighs, he holds me in place as he ravishes me. My orgasm comes quick and I scream, enjoying every wave of pleasure he gives me.
“That felt amazing,” I breathe. “I’ve never gotten two orgasms in one night like this.”
Spreading me wide with his knee, he moans as he trails his lips down my neck to my breasts. “It’s only the beginning.”
Burying his face between my breasts, he kisses and sucks them greedily, pulling on my nipples with his teeth. Like a starved man, he tastes them until they grow raw and sore. It feels achingly good. He pushes the tip of his cock inside of me and then plunges the rest of the way, so hard and deep. Our bodies rock together, and I lose myself. All I can feel is him inside of me and the way my body wants more of him.
Another orgasm builds and judging by his strangled groan he knows I’m about to come again. Instead of leaving me on my back, he wraps his arms around me and lifts me up on his lap. We’re sitting up on his bed with me on top of him. He’s in so deep.
“Ride me,” he commands, never taking his mouth away from my nipple.
Lifting my hips, I sit down on him until I get a good rhythm. My body clenches and I’m so close. Tanner is, too, by the way his cock pulsates inside of me. “I’m going to come,” I warn.
“Keep going, baby. I want to come inside of you.”
My eyes roll into the back of my head and my insides tighten. Just the thought of him releasing inside of me sends me over the edge. It’s so reckless, but I can’t stop myself. “Yes,” I cry breathlessly. His fingers dig into my hips and he holds me down on his cock as we both reach our climax, our bodies melding together. I can feel his release when he comes, all hot and primal as he yells out, his body jerking in spasms. Laying my head on his shoulder, my heart beats out of control.
Taking my arms, Tanner pulls me back so that I have to look in his eyes. His lips close over mine and he lays me down on the bed, gently pulling out of me. He hovers over me, his electric blue eyes never leaving mine. “Stay with me tonight.”
I want more than just the night, but I can’t allow myself to have those feelings. It’s just sex, that’s it. I don’t want complications. Been there, done that. There was too much at stake getting close to Tanner.
“Okay,” I murmur, “but tomorrow we go back to our normal lives. That’s the deal.”
Tanner licks his lips and focuses on my breasts. “Whatever you say, Soph.” The second he kisses me, I can’t think of anything else besides his mouth on my body. It doesn’t matter how good it feels or what kind of feelings I’m starting to have for him.
When the sun comes up, I’m gone.
Eight
Tanner
When I bought this land two years ago, I set up a tent on the lot so I could watch the sunrise. Thinking toward the future, I figured my future wife would enjoy lying in bed on the weekends, watching the sun come to life and feel its rays covering us in heat. One week in and I know I’ve made the right decision.
The morning sun penetrates through the French doors. I can feel the warmth of the beams touching my chest. A smile breaks out as I stretch, lifting my arms over my head and emitting a long moan. I’m fucking happy. After years of pining over the one woman who could easily bring me to my knees with one look, she’s finally mine. Last night was everything, more than anything I could’ve ever imagined in my wildest dreams, and my imagination when it comes to Sophie have been pretty damn wild.
My arm falls to my side and my hand reaches for Sophie. And keeps reaching. I turn my head slightly and slowly open my eyes. Her side of the bed is empty, and the sheets are cold. I recall the night before and lift the sheet to make sure my memories are in fact real. I grab her pillow and bring it to my face, inhaling deeply. Fuck, I love how it smells like her, sweet, savory, and like sex.
I throw the sheet and comforter back and slowly rise. My body aches, in all the right spots. Making love to Sophie all night was the best . . . no, it was the only way to end the perfect night. Although, I would’ve given anything to fuck her in the car. I don’t know, there is something about sitting on the leather seat with her straddled around my legs, moving up and down slowly on my hard cock. Maybe next time, because I plan to rent this car again although, Sophie and I could totally test out all the best car positions in the Wrangler. Just thinking about her holding onto the roll bar gives me a stiffy. I slip a pair of shorts on and make my way downstairs, figuring she’s enjoying a cup of coffee on the patio.
“Soph,” I yell out as I make my way through the house. She’s not in the living room, kitchen or on the patio when I step outside. The sun is bright, and I have to use my hand to shield my eyes. I’m hoping to see her shadow down on the dock, but there’s nothing. Confused, I go back into the house and into my office where I turn on the computer and pull up my security camera. I look through the event history and find the footage of her sneaking out of my house under the cloak of darkness. The time stamp says five a.m. I watch as she stands on my front porch until lights enter my driveway. She heads toward the car and gets into the backseat.
“What the fuck?”
I pick up my phone and call her, it rings five times before it goes to voicemail. “It’s Tanner, call me back.” I hang up, but my heart is racing. I’m angry, hurt, and scared. I call her back and get her voicemail again. And again, after my third try. I send her a text.
Me: At least tell me you’re okay!
With no choice, but to wait, I head to the bathroom to take a shower. The Lambo is due back and I’m not interested in getting an additional charge for another day, especially since Sophie isn’t here to enjoy the car with me. My shower is quick and very unsatisfying, which is sad because I have this amazing set up with various faucets meant to give you the ultimate experience and I was really hoping to share this morning’s shower with Sophie. After I’m done, dried and dressed, I check my phone. Nothing. I call again and leave another message, although I’m curt and to the point demanding she call me back. I’m beyond being angry. I’m still pissed, but also a little worried.
I go back to my security camera and save the video in case I need it for later. If something happened to her, if the driver of the car who came and picked her up did something to her . . . no, I refuse to think she’s hurt. I can’t. I’d never be able to live with myself for not waking up when she slipped out of bed.
With the video saved, I grab the keys to the Lambo and head outside. Damn, this car is beautiful and memories from last night come flooding back. Her lips wrapped around my dick as I drove down the street. Hottest fucking thing ever and a complete fantasy come true. Sliding down the leather seat, it molds to me. I need a car like this, one with Italian leather and smells like Sophie. I close my eyes and inhale deeply. Fuck, just smelling her in the car makes me hard.
Once I’m back at the car rental agency, the same clerk from yesterday is working. I half smile when I walk in and set the keys down on top of the counter.
“How was the car?” she asks, batting her eyelashes.
“Great. Exactly what I needed.”
She starts typing and grabs her clipboard, instructing me to follow her outside. We conduct the same walk around we did yesterday, checking for any damage.
“Did you fill the tank?”
“Sure did.”
“Great.” She hands the board to me and tells me to sign. I make sure to read the fine print. The last thing I want is to be on the hook for something, especially with the price tag on this car. I hand everything back to her and notice how she’s leaning against the car. Yeah, I get it, but it’s never going to happen. I bid her goodbye and head to my Wrangler. Before I get behind the wheel, I take a few minutes and drop the top. It’s far too nice to be closed when you don’t need to be.
As soon as I’
m on the road, I’m heading back toward town, but instead of going to my place, I go to Sophie’s, stopping at one of the coffee stands to pick up some Joe for the both of us. I’m still uncomfortable with the lack of communication. I’m praying she’s sitting at home, scared, because she feels the same way I do and that there’s nothing to worry about with my sister. What she doesn’t understand is that Ellie should have nothing to do with this. If Sophie and I make each other happy that’s all that matters. I’ve been in love with her since I hit puberty and after last night, I know my feelings are genuine. I don’t want to hook-up with her, I want to wake-up to her every single day.
When I enter her parking lot, I drive by her car slowly. Sure enough, her car is here, and the fear I felt is slowly turning back into anger. I park, shut my car off, and run up to her door. “Open up, Soph. I know you’re in there.” I bang on the wood a few times and wait. I can hear the television and someone shuffling around in there. I swear to God if Warren is in there, I’ll punch the fucker in the face.
The door opens and Sophie stands there, with her long hair in a messy bun. I’d say she’s happy to see me, but something is amiss. Her eyes are bloodshot, and she has dark bags under her eyes. Her mouth drops open to say something. Maybe she’s going to apologize or tell me to get lost. Either way, I don’t give her a chance. I hand her the cup of coffee I picked up for her on my way here.
“No one should start the day without a cup of coffee.”
She takes it and holds it to her chest. “Tanner.”
I hold my hand up. I don’t want an excuse. I want the truth. “Just tell me why you left, Sophie. That’s all I need to know.”
“Do you want to come in?”
I shake my head. “If I come in, I may find a way to seduce you and I have a feeling this isn’t what you want right now, so it’s probably best I stay right here.”
Sophie nods and sighs.
“The reason?”
She sighs again. “You’re my best friend’s brother and she means everything to me. I’m afraid if we get involved, Ellie will be hurt. I don’t want to lose her. I also don’t want to lose you and I think we should be friends.”
“Friends?” I question. “You want to be friends after what we did all night?”
Sophie blushes. Honestly, I probably am as I well. Last night was the best sex I’ve ever had. I’ve never had someone be so responsive to my touch, someone who could get me hard in seconds, someone who could bring me to my knees. Sophie did all of that and more.
“You know, it was Ellie’s idea we go out,” I remind her.
“No, it was Ellie’s idea you take me to the ball. You’re the one who insisted we spend time together.”
“You wanted to make your ex jealous. It worked didn’t it?”
She nods again. “But . . .”
“No but,” I say with a slight shake of my head. “I like you. I know you like me. I don’t see what my sister has to do with this.”
“She’s my best friend and you’re her brother. It’s not right,” she whispers.
“Right.” I don’t give her a chance to say anything else and walk away. I learned a long time ago, if someone has their mind set, it’s hard to change what they’re thinking. As soon as I’m back in my Jeep, I tell Siri to call my sister.
She picks up, her voice excited. “How was your night?”
“It was great until this morning,” I tell her blandly.
“What happened?”
I leave the parking lot and turn into traffic. My sister is a bit hard to hear because of the wind so I pull over. “You, in a roundabout way.”
Ellie laughs. “What the hell did I do?”
“You met Sophie first. Listen, you know how I feel. I’m head over heels for that woman but she’s afraid she’s going to lose you as her best friend. I get it, Ellie. I do. But dammit. It’s not fair. I want to be with her, but she won’t give me the time of day because of you.”
“Tanner.”
“No, don’t Tanner me. Tell me what I’m supposed to do? Huh? I do this favor for you, spend time with her so everything looks real between us, which means I fall harder for her, and now I’m on the outside again. Tell me, do you care if I date your best friend?”
The line is silent for a moment. “Tanner, I don’t care if you date Sophie. In fact, I think you’d be really good for her. Warren treated her like shit. He never took her out unless it was to some dental convention. The highlight of her life was reading the Sunday freaking paper on his balcony every other weekend. I know you, Tanner. I know how you feel about her, and I think you should be together.”
“So, what do I do?”
She huffs. “Nothing, I’ll take care of it.” Ellie hangs up, leaving me in limbo. I don’t know how much time passes until I pull back into traffic and head toward the beach. I need to escape, at least for the day.
Nine
Sophie
What have I done? It killed me to leave Tanner in the dead of night, but I didn’t know what else to do. I hate myself for it, especially after seeing the look on his face it gutted me.
All I wanted was to grab his arm before he could walk away, but I couldn’t. Something held me back and I knew exactly what it was . . . fear. I’m scared. Scared of getting my heart broken again. Scared to have the emotions I now feel in my heart.
Rubbing my eyes, it feels like there’s sandpaper in them. As I sit down on the couch, I can feel the ache in my muscles. I’ve never been made love to the way Tanner made love to me. I crave him even now. I try to stop myself from thinking about it, but memories of last night play on overdrive in my mind. Tanner’s hands caressing every square inch of my body, the way his lips feel on my skin. I miss it all.
My phone rings and my heart skips a beat. I want it to be Tanner, to tell him I’m sorry and that he’s not the only one hurting. My phone is on the table on the other side of the couch, so I crawl across the cushions to grab it. The second I see the name that pops up on my screen, I clench my teeth.
“What do you want?” I snap into the phone. There’s no time for niceties. Warren doesn’t deserve any of it.
Warren lets out a sigh. “Good morning to you too.”
Rolling my eyes, I jump to my feet, my steps hard as they pound against my wood floor. “Cut the crap, Warren. What do you want? I think I made it perfectly clear when you cheated on me that I never want to speak to you again. I dropped off your shit and it’s done. I don’t have anything else left of yours.”
“Jesus, Sophie, I just wanted to talk to you,” he replies, his voice sounding concerned. “Is something wrong?”
I laugh but there’s no humor in it. “Yeah, you calling me is what’s wrong. And since when did you start caring if I was okay or not? Shouldn’t you have cared about that when you cheated on me?”
“Listen, Soph. I’m so sorry for everything I’ve done. After seeing you last night, I realize I’ve made a huge mistake. By the way you’re speaking to me, I know you still hate me, but I want you to know that I still love you and I’m hoping one day you’ll forgive me. I’d do anything to have you back.” Mouth gaping, I stop mid-step and stare at the phone. Did Warren seriously just say that? The man has lost his mind. I open my mouth to speak, but then close it. “Soph, you there?” he calls out.
Taking a deep breath, I let it out slow. “I don’t know what universe you live in to think that I’d ever take you back,” I say, clenching my fists tight. “The only reason you want me back is because you know you can’t have me. And for that, I think it’s pathetic. You want forgiveness? Fine, I forgive you. Just do me a favor and don’t call me ever again. I’m sorry Warren, but I’m done. We’re over and that’s it.”
“Okay,” he murmurs. “I just think you’re making a mistake.”
And that tips me over the edge. “Goodbye, Warren.” I press the end button and squeeze the phone in my hand. “What the hell?”
My phone rings again and I’m about to go off on Warren if it’s him, but instea
d it’s Ellie. For a second, I pause. What if she’s calling to ask about the party? What am I going to say? Am I ready to tell her I slept with her brother? Definitely not. Holding the phone in my hand, I contemplate answering, and of course, by the time I decide to answer it’s too late. I click on her name to call her back, but she does it first.
“Hey,” I say.
She huffs. “Girl, we got some things to talk about. I’m on my way. Be there in five.” She hangs up and I close my eyes. Tanner obviously told her what happened between us. Great. The day can’t get any worse.
Hurrying to my bathroom, I take a look in the mirror. My eyes are blood shot and I look like complete and utter hell. If Ellie sees me like that, she’ll have questions. I quickly put on some concealer under my eyes and rub a little foundation over the rest of my face. It helped a little with the dark circles, but my eyes were still puffy and red.
The doorbell rings and I groan. “Here we go,” I say to my reflection in the mirror. Ellie rings the doorbell again and I huff. “I’m coming,” I shout. “Geez, give me a second.” This time she bangs on the door. I jerk it open and she’s standing there with her hand raised, dressed in a pair of pajama pants and a Tarheel sweatshirt with her blonde hair in a messy bun like myself. Her lips are pursed and there are daggers in her eyes.
“You okay?” I ask, pretty sure I’m about to get an earful.
She marches past me and tosses her purse on my couch. “What’s going on between you and Tanner?”
I hold up my hands. “Nothing. I ended it. It never should’ve happened.”
Her brows furrow. “What exactly happened?”
All I can do is stare at her. I don’t know what to say. How can you tell your best friend you slept with her brother? Her eyes widen and she slaps a hand over her mouth. “Oh my God, you slept with him?”
Averting my gaze, I turn my head away. It’s not until I hear her bursting out with laughter that I jerk my attention back to her. Holding her stomach, she laughs so hard I can see her face turning red. The whole thing confuses me. I thought she was mad at me and now I have no clue what the hell she’s laughing at.