I close my eyes and pump faster as I picture Emma lying on the bed with her legs spread, inviting me to touch her. “Emm.”
“Yeah, Ben?”
I open my eyes and see Emma leaning over the back of the couch. Fuck, I can see straight down the top of her gown. And I was right. Her tits are pure perfection.
Her smiling face hovers above mine but then her eyes move and widen as they become transfixed on the jerky movement of my hand below the covers. “Be … ennn?” Her voice is low but thick with shock.
Hearing my name on her lips in that particular moment is all it takes for me to detonate. I reach up and grab her behind the neck, pulling her down for a kiss as I blow a huge load beneath the covers.
“Uhh, Em.” She swallows my groan as a soft moan escapes her lips.
She opens her eyes when I release her. And stares at me, saying nothing.
Fuck. Me. I’m in deep shit. I just kissed Em.
While. I. Jacked. Off.
My best friend’s little sister is all grown up. And I fucking want her.
She will be mine.
Emma has come to help Ryan and me pack our belongings at our apartment in Chattanooga; we’re moving home. Clarification: Ryan, Brantley, and Drake are moving home. I’m renting an apartment in Lynchburg about ten minutes from the Briggs residence so I can be close to my girl.
I took extra hours and graduated a semester earlier than Ryan, Brantley, and Drake. Got my master’s in accounting seven months ago and started out commuting to my job in Lynchburg. Ninety minutes one way from Chattanooga. It made zero sense to spend fifteen hours a week driving back and forth, but more importantly, commuting stole precious time from Emma. Staying at my parents’ house in Lynchburg made more sense. And it meant I could see Em whenever she was able to slip away from her parents. Damn, we’ve done a lot of sneaking around to be together for the last few months.
The five of us—Ryan, Brantley, Drake, Em, and I—are in Chattanooga tonight. Tomorrow is moving day so it’s our last night in the two neighboring apartments we’ve shared for the last four years. I’m not sad but my pals are seriously mourning the loss of their freedom. It has to suck knowing you’ve been living on your own for years and now you’re moving back to live with your parents. No more college fun for those three fuckers. Time to adult.
Leaving this life behind doesn’t bother me. I have everything I need waiting for me in Lynchburg.
What does bother me is that Em’s asleep across the hall. Ryan gave her his bed for the night. Sort of. He got trashed and passed out on the couch downstairs.
Emma Briggs: within my reach yet completely unobtainable.
Ain’t that always the case with her?
Sleep isn’t even close to claiming me when my bedroom door opens and a soft, warm, luscious body slides in next to me. “Em, what the fuck are you doing? Ryan will kill me if he finds you in my bed.”
“He’s had so much liquor he’s dead to the world … at least until lunch tomorrow.”
Emma crawls over my body to straddle my hips, kissing the side of my neck, and rocking her pussy against my erection. “Why do you do this to me when you know I can’t touch you?”
“You’ve been saying for months you can’t touch me.” She grabs my hands and puts them on her waist as she rolls her hips in a circular motion. “I. Say. You. Can.”
That’s what my dick keeps telling me, too. I think the two of them are in cahoots.
Touching her now could end badly. I won’t chance ruining this. “The state of Tennessee says I can’t but it’s really not about the law. It’s about your brother, my best friend, and what he’ll do to me if I touch you one minute before you turn eighteen.”
“Tennessee is so dumb for making eighteen the age of consent. It’s sixteen in almost every other state. But I have news for you, Ben. You’re still going to be six years older than me after my birthday. I’m never going to catch you. Ryan isn’t going to be on board with us being together regardless of my age. I’m always going to be his baby sister.”
“I have a better chance at survival if we wait.”
It’s been three long months. My cock has stayed hard with only the little bit of relief my hand could provide. I’ve ached with need to be inside this girl. Every. Fucking. Day.
No one can believe Ben Westbrook stopped screwing everything with a hole. They’re all burning with the same question: Why?
Only one answer. Her.
Emma Kate Briggs.
I love the fuck out of this girl. Obsessed like a goddamn madman. I can’t get enough and I haven’t even fucked her yet. We’ve barely even touched. Kisses—that’s all I’ve allowed. But not after next week.