Bad For You: (An Older Brother's Best Friend Romance) (2 page)

I frown. He
has a point. I straighten my back up. “How about you be a gentleman for once
and let me sleep in your bed?”

He shakes his
head. “The only time a chick is allowed to stay in my bed is if my cock is in
her mouth or in-between her legs. Otherwise, that shit doesn’t happen. I don’t
share my bed or have sleepovers. You’ve known me long enough to know that.”

Every inch of
my skin tingles. I close my eyes and imagine what it would be like to be
that
girl. The one who has his cock in her mouth or in-between her legs. That lucky
girl. I’m jealous of her.

I quiver,
hoping he can’t see the blush rising along my cheeks. It takes me a minute to
reply. “You know I’m not like most chicks you let in your bedroom,” I say.

“Trust me,
I’m fully aware of that.”

“So it’s
settled then. I get your bed.”

“No. Consider
yourself lucky I
might
not tell Simon about all of this shit with Macy. I
hate secrets, and it’s happened too many times.”

My back
stiffens. Neither my brother, nor Bracken are big Macy fans.  “
Please.
You know how he is. He’ll put me on lockdown. Shit, he’ll probably make me drop
out. You know he doesn’t like Macy. If you tell him what’s going on, it’ll be
the screw that nails down the coffin.”

 “Perfect.
I’d be honored to provide the hammer.”

Jasper comes
back with our drinks and hands me one before I get the chance to keep arguing
with him. Everyone at the table counts to three before tipping their glasses up.
I almost gag at the taste of the hard alcohol, but gulp it down so I don’t look
too much like a rookie – like I don’t belong. I don’t want Bracken
thinking I can’t handle my alcohol and make me leave.

Jasper slams
his empty shot glass down and looks over at me. “And Nautica, I like you and
all, but you can’t have my bed tonight. My girl gets back in town in the
morning. She’ll slit my throat and gut me if I have another chick in my bed.”

“Dude, you
need to leave Tori’s crazy ass. She scares the shit out of me,” another guy
says. Lyle. I recognize him. He’s a regular at their apartment. He went to high
school with Jasper.  

“The crazier
they are, the better in bed,” Jasper explains, a sly grin taking over his face.

Bracken
grunts. “I’d rather have mediocre sex with a sane woman than have a girl that
takes her anger out on my car with a baseball bat. I’ll pass on that shit any
day. I like my pussy without the crazy.”

“That’s what
you say now because you’ve never had crazy pussy. You just wait until you get
one,” Jasper fires back.

I look over
at Bracken. “I guess that means I get your bed and you can couch it,” I say,
interrupting their conversation. I don’t want to hear Jasper talking about what
type of pussy Bracken should have any longer or jealousy might eat me
alive. 

“Sorry babe,
but there’s a problem with your little plan,” Jasper says. “My cousin, George, is
crashing with us tonight. He’s visiting from back home.” He looks at the guy
sitting across from us. “Although, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind sharing.”

I study
George. He looks like he’s almost thirty. His brown hair is wrapped up in a
ponytail that’s almost as long as mine, and scruff is scattered along his jaw
line. He only shrugs his shoulders and takes a long draw of his beer. He
definitely isn’t interested in me. And I’m definitely not interested back.

“Shut the
fuck up, Jasper,” Bracken grumbles, narrowing his eyes at him. “Nautica, you
can sleep on my floor.”

I frown. “I
think you meant to say you’re sleeping on the floor and giving me your bed.”

He shakes his
head in response.

“Holy shit
dude,” Jasper says, choking back a laugh. “You’re going to do her that dirty?”
He throws his head back to howl in laughter. “Hell yeah, that’s my fucking boy.
I wish I could be as chill as you. You act like a complete dickhead and chicks
still line up to give you their pussy.”

My eyes shoot
over to Bracken. He tightens his fingers around his beer bottle and looks
away. 

It’s not a
secret that he hooks up with different girls regularly. I’ve lost count of the
number of times I’ve witnessed him leading them into our guest bedroom. I’d
watch him, jealousy eating at my insides like acid, as he’d pin them against
the wall and kiss them roughly. I finally stopped coming out of my bedroom
during my brother’s parties because I couldn’t handle not being that lucky
one-night stand.

I had been an
envious fifteen-year old girl who hadn’t hit puberty yet. I wasn’t anything
like those women. They were gorgeous with full boobs and hair styled into big,
bouncing curls. I despised every single one of them. I still do.

“I swear to God I need to find a new
roommate,” Bracken says, giving Jasper a dirty look.

“I’m available,” I call out, holding up
my hand and giving him a grin. “You said I needed to leave Macy. That’s
perfect.”

“You ain’t getting my room,
sweetheart,” Jasper says.

“You moving in with me wasn’t what I
was referring to,” Bracken fires back. “Not happening.”

Jasper gets up and returns with another
round of shots. This one is easier to get down. And so is the next one.

I eventually lose track of how many
drinks I’ve consumed. My stomach rumbles with all of the crazy mixtures
floating around.

I’m going to regret this in the
morning, but tonight all I can think about is the fact that I’m going back to
Bracken’s place
and
sleeping in his room.

bracken

I grip my beer as I lean back in my barstool and watch
Nautica. My eyes have been glued to her since she sat her sexy ass down on that
stool and decided to make herself comfortable.

I nearly lost it when I spotted her standing
at the bar wearing that short-as-fuck dress. My mind ran with thoughts of how
easy it would be for some random guy to slip his fingers up that tiny scrap of
fabric, or if she got drunk enough to stupidly go home with some loser and fuck
him.

She has no damn reason to be here. She needs
to get her ass back to her dorm room and read a book or some shit.

The uneasiness I had of her staying is slowly
fading away. We’re actually having a good ass time. It’s like we’re two friends
hanging out and having drinks, with the exception that my dick is getting hard just
looking at her, and after this we’re headed back to my place – which
scares the shit out of me, yet excites me at the same time.

It’s going to be one long ass night.

I ignore Jasper’s elbows hits and comments
about the different chicks walking by. I can’t blame him. Their tits hang out
of their tops as they throw smiles my way, but I don’t give a shit about them
tonight, which is out of the ordinary. I can barely stand to look at them
before my eyes move back to the girl next to me.

The one who’s off limits.

There’s no better view than her. She rivals
every woman here, winning every single damn round.

She looks sexy as fuck tonight, especially in
that royal blue dress. I have a love-hate relationship with the tiny scrap of
fabric. It hugs every perfect curve she’s working with. It’s short – too
damn short – but I appreciate the view it’s giving me of her slender, tan
legs. I know I’ll be thinking about her ass in it for days.  

Her dark, almost pitch-black hair is thrown
into a loose ponytail at the top of her head, exposing her swan-like neck and angelic
face. Those thick strands would fit perfectly in my fist to pull on as I glide my
hard cock into her.

I look away and chug the rest of my beer,
hoping it will drown away the thoughts of bending her over that stool and
taking her right here.

She’s off limits. Hands off. Remember
that.

That rule is easier said than done –
especially when she looks this damn good, Simon isn’t here to keep an eye on
me, and I’ve been drinking. The temptation, the need, is growing stronger with
every sip. I’m excited and fearful of what the night will bring.

Unable to stop myself, I look back at her. She’s
laughing at some ridiculous story Jasper is telling her and doesn’t realize I’m
staring. She’s beautiful. She’s perfection. She thinks I want nothing to do
with her, but she’s so damn wrong.

I’m not the only one with my attention on
her, either. I can’t help but notice all of the appreciative glances she’s
getting from the different assholes passing by our table and across the room. I
narrow my eyes and shoot them silent warnings to stay the fuck away. She’s not
going home with any one of those fuckers. She’s going home with me.

I eventually cut her off from accepting any
more drinks from Jasper. The guy drinks alcohol like a fish does water. There’s
no way Nautica can keep up unless she wants to spend the night hugging the
porcelain throne, and I’m not in the mood to play caretaker tonight.

My mind wanders to the night she crashed my
graduation party, and how wasted she was when she confessed being in love with
me for years. She sat in my passenger seat, muttering all of the dirty things
she wanted to do with me, nearly causing me to have a car accident as I drove
her home.

I told her I didn’t see her in that way, that
she meant nothing to me, and my lie was rewarded with her puking all over my
new truck.

That night still haunts me. It’s the night it
killed me to say no to her.

“You ready to go?” I ask her. I run my hand
along her bare arm to get her attention and grin when goosebumps pop up. I love
that my touch affects her.

“Are you ready?” she replies, looking away
from Jasper to me.

I nod. “I’m fucking beat.”

We all finish off our drinks and call cabs. Jasper
and his cousin hop in one car. Nautica joins me in the other.

“Did you have fun tonight?” I ask.

“I did,” she answers. Her cheeks flush
underneath the dim light as she grins from ear-to-ear. I can feel the heat of
her body when she moves in closer to nudge me with her elbow. “I told you it
wouldn’t be so bad letting me stay. I’m fun.”

She clips a strand of hair falling from her
ponytail behind her ear. I blink, telling myself to quit staring at her tits,
and to stop thinking about pulling up that dress and fucking her in this
backseat. Shit, I’ll tip the driver extra.

For years, fucking years, I’ve been trying to
convince myself she’s not attractive, that’s she not my type, but I’ve only
been lying to myself. I’m more attracted to her than I have been with anyone.
She’s flawless in my eyes. She has the perfect body, a laid-back personality,
and a heart of gold.

If Simon weren’t my best friend, I would’ve
already been inside of her. Shit, the minute she hit high school I probably
would’ve taken her. That’s why I have to keep her at arm’s length. If we get too
close, I know there’s nothing stopping us. We can’t cross that line and risk
everything.

I pull out my phone for a distraction,
noticing a few missed calls from Rachel, my latest hook-up. She’s been spending
the majority of her weekends in my bed. We partnered up for a Business Ethics
project and hit it off from there. She’s not looking for a commitment, only
fun. The perfect kind of woman in my eyes.

It’s a short ride back to my place. Jasper’s
cab is already parked in front of our apartment when we pull up. Giant
snowflakes are falling, and it’s freezing out. I know ice is on its way. We get
it like a motherfucker around here, which is why I like having my truck.

“The chances that I’m going to bust my ass on
the way inside are pretty high,” she mutters, looking out the window. “Heels,
alcohol, and ice aren’t a very safe combination.”

“Do you want me to carry you?” I offer,
without thinking. I ignore the driver’s irritation at us still being in the
car. She bites into her lower lip and nods. A sharp draft hits my back when I
open up the door and get out. I lean down and gesture for her to move. “Come on
then.”

She slides to the edge of the seat and stops
in front of me. I carefully bend down to pull her into my arms and lift her up.
Her chilly arms clasp around my neck as she settles her face into my chest while
I head towards the apartment.

“Still think this dress was a good idea?” I
ask, when she shivers in my arms. My mouth waters when the poor excuse of
clothing rises up to show me a better view of her thighs. I can feel my dick
pressing along the inside of my jeans.

Fuck, she’s definitely trying to tease the
shit out of me.

Think about something other than getting
her naked.

Bunny rabbits. Football.

Shit.

Not working.

Her grip on me tightens. “It’s my favorite,”
she says, pulling back and looking up at me with a smile.   

Jasper opens up the door to let us in. “I’m
hitting the sheets,” he calls out as I drop Nautica to her feet. He opens up
the hallway closet and pulls out a blanket. “George, the couch is all yours.
Goodnight assholes,
and
Nautica.”

She’s the only one to tell him goodnight
back.

She stands in the hallway, shuffling her feet
while nervously looking around. My pulse springs. Now comes the time to figure
out our sleeping arrangements. There’s no way in hell Simon is hearing about
anything that happened tonight.

“Do you have something I can sleep in?” she
asks, breaking the silence while George starts to make up the couch.

“Come on,” I say, gesturing towards my
bedroom.

I follow her and turn around to look at the
door when we make it inside, uncertain whether or not to close it. She spins
around at the sound of it clicking shut. Nautica or no Nautica, I never sleep
with my door open. I like my privacy.

She heads straight to my dresser and starts
to ransack through the drawers.  

“Do you mind?” I ask.

She shrugs, but doesn’t stop. “I told you I
needed something to sleep in.” She whips around with a pack of condoms hanging
from her fingers. “Wouldn’t these be of better use in your nightstand? You
know, considering that’s where you do your business?”

I arch a brow and chuckle. “My bed isn’t the
only place I fuck, babe. You really need to broaden your horizons.”

She doesn’t need to be fucking guys, period. But
I’m not an idiot. I know she went wild as soon as Simon left for the military.
I tried to tell him that being so strict on her in high school would only cause
her to act out more when she finally got some freedom, but he wouldn’t listen
to me.

“Horizons?” She snorts. “I didn’t get to do
shit considering you and my brother scared away all of the guys who could’ve
helped me
broaden those horizons.”

“We did you a favor, but it’s not like you’re
not trying to make up for it now.” I clench my teeth thinking about another guy
putting his hands on her. I move forward to drag her away from the dresser. “Sit
your ass down. I’ll get you something,” I say, pointing to my bed. I snag a
pair of sweat pants and an old high-school t-shirt and hand them to her.

“And thanks for letting me have your bed
tonight,” she says, with a smirk, smacking her palm across the mattress.

“No. I told you that you could have the
floor, princess.”

“Come on. We both know you’re not really
going to make me sleep on the floor. You’re not that big of an asshole.”

She’s right. “Fine, the bed is all yours.” I
wink. “You know I just enjoy fucking with you.”

“That’s the truth,” she grumbles. She bends
down to take off her shoes, but struggles with the clasp, almost falling off
the bed in the process.

I can’t hold back my laugh. “You need some
help with that?”

“Yes,” she says, with a sigh. “I’d appreciate
it if you didn’t make fun of me while doing it, though.” She pulls at her shoe
again, and I hurry over before she face plants on the carpet.  

“The things you make me do, woman.” I kneel
down on my knees in front of her. Her breathing hitches when I grab her foot,
wrap my hand around her ankle, and unclasp the strap. The air goes thin as I
pull the shoe off and toss it onto the floor. I grab her other foot and do the
same thing.

“Thanks,” she mutters, when I get back to my
feet.

I snag a pillow from the bed and throw it
down onto the floor. The mood in the room is shifting. I can feel it. I need to
separate myself before we do something stupid.

“Now, sleep your buzz off,” I say.

She ignores me and leans down to pick up my
pillow. My mouth falls open when she tosses it back on the bed. “You’re not
sleeping on the damn floor, Bracken,” she says. “We’ll share the bed.”

“The hell we can. Not happening.” I attempt
to move around her to grab my pillow back, but she blocks me.

“Shut up. We’re two adults. Why are you so
freaked out about it? It’s not like we’re going to fuck or anything.”

The way she says
fuck
excites my cock.

I raise a brow. “You sure about that?”

The words slip from my lips before I have the
chance to stop them. Alcohol is spiraling through my blood, and my attraction
to her is growing uncontrollable. The girl who’s been off-limits to me for
years is inviting me into her bed … or my bed … and in-between her legs. She’s
offering her pussy to me. All I have to do now is make the first move.  

She opens up her mouth, hesitates, and slams
it back shut. “I mean …” She glances from side to side, waiting for me to tell
her I’m only fucking around.

I take a step closer, stopping dead in front
of her. “Is that what you want to happen tonight?” Her breathing shudders,
growing unsteady. Her eyes grow wild with lust. “Do you want me to slip that
tight, little dress off your sexy as fuck body, lay you down on my bed, and
give it to you?” She whimpers as I snake my hand down and rub it along her
thigh. “You’ve been teasing me for years. Do you think it’s time I finally cave
and give you this cock?”

Say yes. Say yes. Please fucking say yes.

If she says no, I’ll take a step back, grab
my pillow, and crash on the floor.

“You know that’s exactly what I want,” she
answers.

Those words are my undoing. The cord of
restraint, discipline, restriction, everything I’ve been fighting with over the
years has ruptured. 

Her eyes widen when I jerk her up from the bed.
I pull her into me, and can feel her hot breath against mine. I run my thumb
in-between the opening of her mouth, back and forth. The moment my lips hit
hers I know I’m thoroughly going to enjoy this forbidden fuck.

She tastes delectable, like the sugary sweet
shots Jasper had been feeding her all night. My dick strains against my jeans,
begging to be released, when she lets out a soft moan.

Our kiss is carnal and urgent. Her lips move
against mine eagerly as her tongue slides into my mouth. My tongue strokes hers
teasingly. I wrap my arms around her waist and slowly guide her back to the
bed. Her ass bounces on the mattress as she falls back.

My heart thumps like a piston as I drink her
up lying in my bed and waiting for me. This is really about to happen. We’re crossing
this line.  

One time. Just one night.

Then we’ll act like it never happened.

“You positive you want this?” I ask, giving
her an out - or possibly giving myself one.