Friends with Benefits(13)

I didn't bother disagreeing with that statement. I already wanted to fuck him again.


"Does he know about, you know," Melissa said. "Andrew? Do you think he read that entry?"


"No, he doesn't know. I'm positive. And I don't plan on ever letting him  find out. If he knew Andrew and I had kept that secret from him for so  long, it would destroy him. He doesn't trust a lot of people as it is.  Andrew and I are two of very few."         

     



 


Melissa groaned and pressed her hand to her forehead. "Allie, you  realize how foolish that sounds when you say it out loud, right? He's  going to find out one day. You should just tell him. Wipe the slate  clean. He would understand it better if you could explain it to him  properly. If he finds out from someone else, well, that's bad, Allie.  You need to tell him."


"No, I can't. I don't want to hurt him."


"You're going to make it worse now that you're a couple. Sex complicates  things. Feelings are involved now. You have to believe me," Melissa  said.


"We're just friends. Nothing has changed. He doesn't need to know."


"If you say so, Allie, But I mean it. You're making a big mistake."





Later that evening when I was home alone, I couldn't get Melissa's words  out of my head. I couldn't help but wonder if she was right. Maybe  Steven did need to know. It had been ten years, after all, and nothing  had really happened.


Andrew and I had been young and stupid. I was only sixteen after all. He  had been twenty-two. We regretted it right away. Then, when we thought I  was pregnant, we thought everyone was going to find out. We thought our  lives were over. Andrew was a good guy. He told me then that he  wouldn't leave me, and that he would support me no matter what I decided  to do about the pregnancy.


It never got far enough for me to have to make that decision. After two  weeks of thinking I was going to be a teen mother, Andrew showed up at  my house and took me to the doctor. They did a pregnancy test. He sat  and held my hand the whole time. It came back negative.


The doctor gave us the news and left us alone in the room. We had  agreed, right then and there, that we would never speak of what had  happened again. We both had been idiots. We both had made mistakes. No  one needed to know, because nothing had happened. We never had sex  again. In fact, we never did anything again. It had all been one, crazy,  wild night, where both of us gave in to our desires rather than use our  heads.


All of that was so far in the past now. Ten years. It hadn't affected  anything. Andrew and I never had feelings for each other. Even now, when  we saw each other, it wasn't weird. We were friends. There were no hard  feelings. We wanted the best for each other.


I knew, though, Steven wouldn't understand. And I couldn't bear the  thought of being the person who hurt him. He trusted me. He knew I would  never do anything to hurt him. But I already had done it. Years ago.


But Melissa had a knack for always being right. Secrets always managed  to sneak their way out into the light, no matter how hard a person tries  to bury them. How Andrew and I had already managed to keep our secret  under lock and key for ten years, I had no idea.


One thing was for certain: eventually, Steven would found out that his  brother and I had had sex. He would find out we had been lying for ten  years. Then things could only get worse from there.


Honesty was always the best policy. I knew that.


I picked up my phone and called Steven. He answered almost right away.


"Hey, Steven," I said, a tight knot of nerves forming in my belly. "Are you free tonight?"


"I can be," he said, a deep chuckle coming through the phone.


"Do you want to come over?"


"When?"


"Anytime. I just got home," I said, twirling a strand of my hair nervously.


"Should I bring anything?" he asked.


"Just yourself," I said.


"Alright, I'll see you in a few."


When he said a few, I had figured an hour, maybe an hour and a half.  Steven was the kind of guy who usually got distracted by something and  rolled around whenever it suited him best. However, he arrived only  fifteen minutes after getting off the phone with me. I buzzed him up,  and he let himself in.


He found me folding laundry in my living room. I had built four neat  little piles of clothes and was in the middle of rolling my socks into  pairs when he hugged me from behind and kissed my neck.


I giggled and tried to squirm out of his grasp. I needed to talk to him.  I wanted to put this whole mess behind us. Then, maybe we would be able  to move forward with whatever this whole thing was between us.


"Steven," I pleaded, wriggling free from his hug. "Stop it."


"Why?" he asked, following my retreat with pinching fingers and a wicked  grin. "You invited me over, don't play hard to get now."


"I'm not playing hard to get," I said, slapping his hand away.


He laughed defiantly and tried to grab my sleeve. I couldn't help the  bubbling laughter that came out of me as I scurried away from him and  sought cover in the kitchen. He followed me, the sound of his laugh  mingling with mine. He caught up with me and grabbed both my wrists.         

     



 


"Why are you running from me, Allie cat?"


I bit my bottom lip. Tell him. Like a Band-aid. Nice and quick. "I-"


Steven pressed his thumb against my bottom lip, pulling it free from my pinching teeth. "You what?" He purred.


He was making this way too hard. His bright blue eyes held the promise  of a sexy adventure. He was thinking dirty thoughts, and they were  leaking over to me. I wanted to take him, right then and there. Telling  him about Andrew could wait. Couldn't it?


"Nothing," I whispered, shaking my head. My hair fell over my shoulders.


Steven grazed my cheek with his thumb. He traced my jaw and tilted my  face up to his. "You're sure? Speak now, or forever hold your peace."


"Forever?"


"Well," he said, shrugging slightly, "until you can speak again. I plan  on making that a little difficult for you in the next couple minutes."


"Are you taunting me, Steven Marx?"


He threw his head back and laughed. His hair fell over his eyes when he  looked back down at me. Fuck, he was so hot. That little voice in my  head was screaming Andrew's name, but my body was already forgetting who  he was. Steven's closeness was too distracting. The smell of him  flooded my nose: pine and sandalwood.


"I would never taunt you, Allie, not on purpose at least. I'm just letting you know what's about to go down."


"And what's that?" I asked curiously. "What exactly is about to go  down?" I couldn't help myself. I wanted to hear the words on his lips.


His lips curled upward. He put his finger under my chin and stared into  my eyes. "I'm going to eat you up, right here in the middle of the  kitchen. I'm going to take you and fuck you over that sink. And I'm not  going to stop until you're screaming my name."


All thoughts of Andrew disappeared. The itch that I couldn't scratch  grew as I stared into Steven's eyes. "Yes please," I whispered, wanting  nothing more than what he had just promised me.


"I'm sorry," Steven said, tilting my head up even more. "I couldn't hear you. What did you want?"


"I want everything," I said. "I want you to fuck me. Here. Now. Over the sink. However you want."


"That's what I like to hear," Steven said breathlessly, his fingers  leaving my chin. His hand strayed to the back of my neck. He drew me to  him and kissed me. That flutter of need consumed me again. I clutched at  his shirt, balling it up in my fists and using it to hold me to him. I  moaned into his mouth, and he matched my eagerness with a breathless  sigh of his own.





Chapter 11

Steven





Allie returned my kiss with more intensity than what I was expecting.  She wanted this just as much as I did. I wasn't going to hold back.


I pulled her sweater over her head. Her hands got caught up in the  sleeves. She laughed, and so did I, as we struggled to peel it off her.  Once she was free, I cast it aside. She was wearing form-fitting black  leggings that were driving me wild. She shimmied them down over her hips  and thighs. I watched as she stepped out of them. Then she pressed  herself up against me once more.


I undid her bra. It fell between us. She wore nothing but her hot pink  thong, which was begging me to get up close and personal with its pink  lace.


I lifted Allie and placed her on the kitchen counter. She leaned back on  her elbows, and I crouched down, hovering between her thighs. She  watched me with wet lips as I pulled her pink panties aside. Her pussy  looked so ripe and juicy.


I ran my tongue over her clit. She flinched beneath my touch and sighed.  Her head fell back as I continued tasting her. Her hair fanned out on  the counter beneath her as her breathing quickened. I sucked her clit  and teased her with one finger, never entering her. I liked the way she  lifted her hips closer to me-as if her body was begging me to put my  finger in her.