Cherry Popper(5)

I lower my head and inhale. “Fuck, I love that. There’s nothing else in the world like it.”

She pushes her finger through her slit and then grins like a vixen when she smears it over my upper lip. “Well . . . since you like it that much.”

I get to smell us every time I breathe in. “No way my dick is going down now.”

“I can help you out with that problem.”

I intercept her hand as it goes for my cock and I bring it to my mouth for a kiss on her palm. “A week, Em. Only seven more days.”

She gives me her pouty face, the same one she’s used on me since she was four years old anytime she wanted her way. I’ve always been indulgent when it comes to Emma. Always letting her have her way. “Please understand. I have Ryan to think of, but I also have your parents to consider.” They have the power to make things very difficult for us.

“Mom and Dad love you.”

For now. That could change very soon if I don’t do this the right way. “I’d like to keep it that way.”

“Will you let me sleep with you tonight? No sex. Just hold me.”

I’d love nothing more but it’s too risky. The shit would hit the fan if Ryan got up and caught us in bed together. “Not chancing it, Em. We’ve kept this secret for three months. Only one more week to go. It would be a shame to ruin everything now.”

“I know. But I want to sooo bad. This could be our last opportunity.” Emma has always been impatient and tonight proves no differently.

I crawl on the bed and lie next to her, lacing my fingers through hers. “You know I’m moving into my own place in two days. We’ll have all the privacy we want.”

“But never all night long. My parents aren’t going to let me stay over with you.”

I know but all we have to do is make it through the next two months. Then we’ll have all the freedom we want when she goes to college. “We’re going to spend every weekend together after you leave for school. We’ll start fucking on Friday afternoon and we won’t stop until you have class on Monday morning.”

She rises and hovers above me so we’re face to face. “Promise me, Ben. Promise me we will be together no matter what. No matter how things go with my parents or with Ryan and the other boys.”

I can’t hold back my smile when I hear her call Brantley and Drake the boys. “Swear.”

“Good. I’m holding you to that.” She turns on her side and backs up to me before pulling the sheet over both of us. Spooning. My dick poking her in the ass. “I’m staying. If you want me gone, you’ll have to kick me out of bed.”

I’m going to stay hard all night with her pressed against me but there’s no way I can tell my Em to get out. “Okay, but you have to go early in the morning. Way before Ryan gets up. We’re not being stupid about this.”

“Got it.”

I set the alarm on my phone for five, turn off the lamp, and drape my arm over her waist to settle in for the night. I press a kiss against the back of her head. “Goodnight, sweet Em.”

“Goodnight . . . Big Ben,” she giggles.

“You got that right, baby.” I am well hung and proud of it. And Em is going to find out just how big Big Ben really is when I pop her cherry next week.





Ben Westbrook. I have loved that man my entire life. The first memory I have of him is from when I was four, and he was already in my heart.

For years, I was nothing more than one of the boys to him. Ryan’s little sister. The pest who tagged along everywhere they went. Or at least tried. The age gap eventually ruined everything. Ryan, Brantley, Drake, and Ben discovered girls and I wasn’t the kind they wanted around. Of course, I didn’t understand their fascination; I was too young. I’m glad it took years for my immature brain to figure out what Ben was doing with those girls. It broke my heart when I finally did.

He’s twenty-four. I’m seventeen. Well, I’ll be eighteen in seven days. And I want to be his girl—his only girl. It’s what I’ve wanted since … always.

I was sixteen, going on seventeen, when Ben came home for spring break fifteen months ago. I spent the week hanging out with him, Ryan, Brantley, and Drake. Despite all of my efforts, he never once looked at me like I was anything more than their little Em. Still just one of the boys.

It. Pissed. Me. Off.

I was growing up, damn it. I was getting boobs. And hips. But he just wouldn’t fucking see me. That’s when I decided it was time to take action if he were going to be mine.

I avoided him for a year. A whole twelve months away from my Ben—but that didn’t stop me from seeing his dark hair, chocolate eyes, and tanned, muscular body every night in my dreams. And the V. The damn V at his waist pointing at what I now know is an enormous cock.