My Best Friend's Brother(39)

"When would you like to talk?" I asked.


"Are you free tonight?" she asked.


"I'm free anytime you need me," I said as I dried off my face. "You just tell me when and where, and I'll be there."


"Is the press still hounding your place?" she asked.


"Nope. I think we've been officially bumped by politics this morning," I said.


"Then how about I come over around six?" she asked.


"I'll be ready and waiting."


The entire day I spent trying to knock out work. If she came over and  decided to stay, I wanted to have the morning with her. I wanted to make  her breakfast in bed and lie naked with her until it was time for  lunch. I wanted to wake up with her in my arms and be able to dote on  her beauty as the sun streamed through the windows. I worked steadily  through lunch before I turned in the last of my things around five  thirty, and then I raced upstairs to get myself dressed.


I was coming down the stairs when Sarah knocked on the door.


"You look radiant," I said as I smiled at her.


"I don't feel radiant, but thanks," she said, sighing.


We instinctively migrated over to our couch. She sat down as I grabbed  her a glass of wine, her lips smiling with relief as she plucked it from  my fingers. We sat there on that small love sofa that overlooked the  backyard and sipped our drinks. The silence was uncomfortable, to say  the least, but I was simply glad she was there. I was experiencing her  warmth and her beauty once again, and for the first time since I'd met  her, I hoped it wouldn't be the last.


"When I was in high school, I dated this guy," she began. "He was  everything a high school girl could want. Tall. Dark. Captain of the  football team."


"Didn't realize you went for that kind of guy," I said.


"I didn't. He pursued me. It was the first time I'd ever caught a man's  attention like that, and I loved it. He followed me everywhere I went,  wanting to get to know me and asking me questions. It took him five  tries before I finally agreed to have lunch with him in the cafeteria  one day, and I thought I was hot shit."


"So, I'm not the only one who had to track you down just for a meal," I said, grinning.


"Nope. You're not," she said. "Anyway, we dated for a while. I lost my  virginity to him. You know, the whole nine yards. But then, I got  pregnant."


I turned my gaze slowly over to her as her eyes locked heavily with the outside world.


"I got pregnant at sixteen, and he was so angry," she said breathlessly.  "He yelled and screamed. He blamed me for getting pregnant. Called me a  slut and told me it couldn't be his because we used protection. I tried  to remind him of a party we went to, where we got drunk and had sex  without any sort of protection. It was the first time he ever hit me."         

     



 


I felt my entire body lock up with anger as my blood began to boil.


"He would do little things. A slap in private here, a verbal jab in  front of people there. One time, he intentionally pushed me down the  staircase stomach first."


"He fucking what?" I asked.


"I gave birth to this beautiful baby boy a couple months after I turned  seventeen," she said as tears welled in her eyes. "He was the most  gorgeous thing I'd ever seen in my life. Full head of black hair. Hazel  eyes like his daddy. An absolute vision."


"Sarah. Where is your son?" I asked.


"With the family that adopted him, I suppose."


She put her lips to her wine and didn't let go of the glass until she  had gulped every last drop down. I could see the tears threatening to  spill forth as she tried to keep herself composed. My eyes danced along  her features, taking in the strength that was hidden beneath the surface  of her skin. A strength that could only come from walking through the  fire of the underbelly of this world and coming out the other end  walking, no matter how badly the body was bleeding.


She was opening her heart and bleeding in front of me, and all I knew to do was slip my arm around her and pull her close.


"Bouncing around in foster homes was the hardest thing I'd ever done.  When my foster family figured out I was pregnant, they kicked me out. I  went back to a home for a while until a family willing to take in a  pregnant teenager took me in, but they didn't give a shit about me. I  came home with bruises on my face from that asshole, and they didn't say  shit about it. Just sent me up to my room and took me to my doctor's  appointments when I needed to attend them."


I pulled her as close to my body as I could get her before I set our  wine glasses down. I pulled her into my lap as she tucked her face into  the crook of my neck, and I could feel the moment her tears released.  She wasn't heaving, and she wasn't sobbing. Her chest merely hiccupped  and then I felt a pooling wetness at my collarbone.


"Every other man I ever attempted to date after that cheated. Didn't  give a shit about me or what I had to offer. A couple used me to bolster  their own growing social media bullshit. I think one tried to care, but  I wouldn't let him in close enough. I don't know anymore. I try not to  think about it," she said.


"Holy fuck, Sarah. I am so sorry," I said.


"I'm so sorry for not telling you sooner. I was trying so hard not to  get attached to you. I really was. I just knew you were going to break  my heart like the rest of them if I got attached and couldn't let you  go."


"Ssh," I said. "It's okay. Come here. It's all right."


"I tried so hard, and I'm so sorry for dragging you into all this," she said.


"You dragged me into nothing, okay? I enjoy the time we spend together. I  enjoy the time I get to be in your presence. I enjoy your body, and I  enjoy your opinions, and I enjoy experiencing things with you," I said.


"I tried so hard but  … "


"But?" I asked as I looked down at her.


Her beautiful eyes fluttered up to me, riddled with tears as I lost  myself in them. She pulled herself up into my lap, straddling my legs  with hers as I wiped away her tears. I slid my hands around her  shoulders and down her waist, settling my palms on her hips as I saw the  cogs turning behind her eyes. All she had to do was admit it. All she  had to do was say it, and she'd never hurt again. She'd always be  protected, she'd never want for anything, and she'd never be lonely.


Never again, so long as I was around.


"But I think I've fallen in love with you," she said breathlessly.


"Funny you should say that," I said as I tucked a strand of hair behind  her ear. "Because I think I've fallen in love with you, too."





Chapter 33


Sarah


The way his hand stroked my cheek made me shiver down to my core. His  eyes were sparkling with lust, but there was something else behind his  stare. A hint of gentleness I'd never seen in the eyes of American's  newest playboy. I planted my hands softly on his chest, feeling his  rapid heartbeat as our lips ventured closer and closer together. My soul  was alight with happiness as our lips connected with one another's, but  the tone of the evening didn't stay gentle for long.


His arms snaked around my back, pinning me to his body. Our tongues  danced, and our teeth banged together, but I could feel his raging cock  growing underneath me. Slowly, we peeled each other's layers off, like  the leaves of a banana ready for the taking. His skin felt hot against  mine like he was trying to set me on fire with nothing but his touch. My  skin tingled with every crevice his hands dipped into, and at first, I  simply took in the sensations.         

     



 


His lips upon my neck. His teeth grazing my pulse point. My back on the  floor in front of our couch while my hands raked through his hair. I  could feel my pussy dripping, leaking for him as his tongue rolled  around my sensitive, aching nipple. I was trembling with want for him.  My hands were reaching for any muscle they could bury themselves into,  so I could memorize another part of his body.


I looked down at him and saw his eyes already staring back at me. He  smirked, that glimmer of boyish charm nestled directly underneath his  eyes as his lips started to drag themselves downward. I propped my feet  up, opening my body to him as his hands caressed the backs of my legs.  One heel was on the couch while the other was on the coffee table. I  wanted him as close as I could get him.


"I want to suck your cock. Please."


His eyes shot up to me and darkened in an instant. He hovered over my  pussy, blowing light streams of air that had me hissing with delight. I  watched as he maneuvered himself over me, his cock touching the tip of  my lips as his mouth hovered over my pussy. His knees positioned beside  my head as his hands held my knees back, spreading me even wider for him  as I parted my lips.


I gagged on the thickness of his cock reaching the back of my throat as he slowly lapped at my pussy.