Bad For You: (An Older Brother's Best Friend Romance) (5 page)

“I love “
Magic
Mike,”
she whines, pouting out her lip. “I haven’t had a chance to see the
new one, either.”

“That’s great. Love
it when I’m not with you.”

She snorts, giving
me a dirty look. “Really? So much for you letting me pick. What do you want to
watch then? Guys with guns shooting up shit and flipping off buildings.”

“That actually
sounds much better.”

We go back and
forth over potential movie options before I cave and let her watch the damn male
stripper movie. There’s no saying no to her.

nautica

I struggle to get comfortable as I
try to keep my focus on the TV, but I can’t stop thinking about the man
stretched out in the bed beside mine. Even with the sexy men ripping off their
clothes and dry humping the air on the screen, my mind is on him. 

He wins. Bracken
Casey always wins my heart, but I’ll never get anything from him other than a
one-night stand. Not even a consolation prize.

My heart putters
like a drum, smashing into my rib cage like a wrecking ball filled with
nervousness. I’m using every ounce of self-restraint I have to not jump into
his bed and attack him.

I take a few
breaths and relax against my pillow as flickers of our night together come to
mind. I acted drunker than I actually was. In the back of my mind, I had a
plan. That plan was to blame it on the alcohol if he turned me down. The next
morning, I’d act like I had no recollection of the events that had taken place.
The problem is that I hadn’t expected him to actually kiss me … and then have
sex with me. That entire night was filled with new experiences that I thought
would never happen.

One more time.

Maybe we can do it
just
one
more time. It will be a way for us to fight our boredom, and it
will cure my craving. One more time, and maybe I can get him out of my system.
One more time, and maybe he’ll realize what he’s been missing all along; what’s
been right in front of him for years.

“I hate to burst
your bubble, babe, but this movie is fucking ridiculous,” he says, breaking me
away from my thoughts. “I can’t believe people actually pay to watch this shit.
It’s horrible.”

I turn on my side
to look at him and rest my chin in my hand. “You know how some people watch
porn?” He arches a brow in uncertainty of where I’m going with this. I roll my
eyes. “Don’t try to act like you don’t watch porn.”

His arm swings out
to gesture towards the TV. “What the fuck does me watching porn have to do with
this shit? There’s no tits, no ass, no penetration. Nothing entertaining.”  

“It’s like PG-13
porn.” He snorts at my response. “Hey, not all of us want to see
tits, ass,
and penetration.
We only want a little eye candy. That’s all.”  

A salacious grin breaks
out along his lips. “Have you ever even watched porn before, Nautica?” His
voice is husky. His tone is full of challenge.

The room grows warm
as my heart pounds against my chest. “That’s really none of your business.” I’m
trying to act like I’m more annoyed than I actually am.

“So you haven’t?”

I want to smack
away the humiliating blush rising along my cheekbones. “Again, that’s none of
your business.”

He wiggles his
fingers my way. “Give me the remote.”

I arch a brow.
“Why?”

“Give. Me. The.
Remote.”

My hand wavers
before I toss it over to him. I stare at the TV while he turns off the movie
and starts to flip through the pay-per-view options. My mouth falls open, but
no words form when I notice what he’s doing. No way.

I’m going to kill him.

He’s only fucking
with me. He won’t go there. Will he?

My legs tingle. I
want to dash out of the room, flee with embarrassment, and lock myself in his
truck. But I can’t move. I’m frozen in place. Curiosity is a motherfucker
digging at my mind and convincing me to stay.

Excitement grows in
the pit of my belly. I stay silent while he scrolls through the
Adult Videos
XXX
list.

College Coeds
Untamed; Bessie’s Backdoor Experience; Lola’s Lost Innocence.

Where the hell do
they even come up with these names?

“Bracken?” I draw out
slowly; surprised words can even leave my mouth. “What are you doing?

He shrugs without
bothering to look at me. “Giving you your first true porn experience. I want to
show you it’s more exciting and enlightening than your PG-13, boring shit.”

I scrape a hand
through my hair and bite into my lip. “What?” I suck in a breath. “What if I
don’t want any porn experience? What if I want to stay a porn virgin for life?”

Shit! I just
told him I haven’t watched it before.

“Then that really
sucks for you and whatever chump you marry.”

I frown, and am in
too much shock of him insulting my future husband to realize he’s selected a
movie until I see the word
loading
on the screen. I slam my eyes shut.
I’m not going to watch. I cup my hands over my ears. I’m not listening, either.
 

My hands aren’t
doing a very good job because I can still hear the slow, instrumental music start
to play out, but I don’t hear any moans or groans … yet.

“Move your hands
away and open your damn eyes, Nautica,” he says, his tone demanding. I squeeze
my eyes tighter and shake my head. He lets out a ragged breath of annoyance.
“Fine, shit. Do you want me to turn it off?”

I loosen my hands.
I can hear voices. A man’s. Then a woman’s. She calls him professor. Role
playing. Teacher and student, I can only assume.

I shake my head
again, not saying anything. I don’t want him to turn it off, but I also don’t
want to admit how turned on I’m getting.   

“Your dad,” I croak
out. “He’s … he’s going to see this on the bill.”
And think what the fuck?
I can only imagine what his parents would think of me if they knew I was
peeping porn with their son.

“He isn’t going to
see shit. I’m the one who paid for the room with my credit card. No one else
will know about this but you and me. It’ll be our little secret.”

Another one to
add to the list.
We are starting to rack
up quite the collection of those.

I calmly pry one
eye open, then the other, and take a deep breath before looking at the TV. I don’t
look at Bracken. I don’t have the guts to, but I can feel his eyes on me,
anticipating my reaction.

There’s a woman,
probably in her early twenties. She’s blonde, busty, and gorgeous. She’s
sitting on a desk with her legs spread wide open, giving us a view of her
goods. A man is in front of her, rubbing his hand up and down her legs, and
giving her a wild grin.

My mouth falls open
when his hand moves underneath her skirt. He starts to stroke her between the
legs. Her curls hit the desk as her head falls back and she cries out in
ecstasy. Her eyes slam shut, and she starts to move in sync with his fingers.
The moans come. They’re loud, high-pitched, and definitely over-exaggerated.

Is that how I look
when I’m horny and on the brink of an orgasm? God, I hope not.

I block out the
moans and pick up on Bracken’s sharp breaths. He’s turned on. I gulp, going
back and forth with myself on whether to look at him.

The girl drops to
her knees, her mouth opening as she takes in his gigantic cock. He looks down,
watching her intently, and grips her hair while telling her what a good student
she is.

My own breathing
grows ragged as heat explodes through me. I fight with myself, dying to inch my
fingers underneath my panties and put out the fire building in-between my legs.

It’s hot. It’s
intense. It’s dirty. Porn isn’t so bad after all. It’s actually pretty fucking
amazing. Bracken might’ve introduced a new drug to an addict.

The guy flips the
girl over, smashing his front against her back, and slides into her from
behind. Their moans, grunts, and the sound of their smacking flesh takes over
the silence of us. We don’t make a sound. Our heavy breathing and loud sighs are
our only signs of communication.  

Bracken clears his
throat when the movie ends. “So?” he squeaks out, his voice barely a whisper.

I stay quiet,
certain if I talk it’s not going to be pretty. I’m either going to scream at
him or try to seduce him. Or maybe both.

He clears his
throat again. “What did you think?”

“I think I’m pissed
at you,” I say, finally gaining the guts to look over at him. His hands are
clenched to his sides, his front teeth biting into his lower lip, and I can
make out the length of his excitement underneath his jeans. “I’m pissed at you
because you made me watch that. Now I’m horny as hell with no way to relieve
myself.”

“Fix it then.” His
eyes blaze into mine.

I shake my head,
looking at him like he’s a madman. “There’s no way I’m masturbating in front of
you.”

“Do you want me to
fix it for you?”

I gape at him. My breathing
restricts as I pinch myself, certain I’m clouded in a dream. But I’m not
dreaming. I’m here … with Bracken … and he’s waiting on my response to whether
I want him to finger fuck me or not.

“Now is not the
time to fuck with me.” The throbbing between my legs is torturing me. I don’t
have time for his jesting. He needs to shut me down, so I can attempt to calm
myself.

I wait for his
smart-ass response, for him to break out in laughter, but that’s not what I get.
His eyes are determined, his face stolid. He points to his erection, his teeth
gritting in the process.

“Do you see this?”
he asks. “Do you see how fucking hard my dick is? Do you think I’m fucking with
you right now?” I blink a few times before meeting his eyes. “I repeat, do you
want me to fix it for you? Say the word, and it’s fucking done.”

The air in the room
grows thick. I’m screaming on the inside, bursting at the seams with excitement,
but I try to keep my voice cool. I want to sound seductive and sexy, like the
girl in the video. “Yes, Bracken. I do. I want you to come to my bed, strip off
my clothes, shove your fingers inside of me, and make me cum like he did to
that girl.”

Holy shit, did I
really just say that? Did those words actually fall from my lips?

I’m blaming it on
post-porn watching side effects. They need to put a warning label on that shit.
“If you watch this, you’ll try to screw your brother’s best friend … or
really anyone.”

I stay still as he
leans forward. The tip of his pointer finger hits the remote and the TV goes
black. He slithers out of the bed without saying a word. His strong jaw flexes,
and he squares up his shoulders. The look of uncertainty morphs into something
that resembles determination.

There’s no turning
back now. He knows it, too. And he doesn’t have a damn problem with it. That
makes two of us.

He stops at the
side of my bed. “I have an idea.”  

“What’s that?”

He sheds his
t-shirt, and I can’t stop myself from feathering my fingers across the sculpted
muscles of his chest. He looks down at my hand and pumps up his hips. “Let’s
play a game to see who can get the other off first.”

I raise a brow.
“I’m always up for a good challenge.”

I run my hand over
his hard bulge. His back straightens when I unzip his jeans and slowly slide my
fingers underneath them. I roughly cup him through his boxers. Oh yeah, he’s
ready for me, and I can’t wait to touch him.

“Then show me what
you’ve got.” His tone is sharp as he looks down at me. He bucks his hips
forward as a further invitation.

Things are about to
get a lot more entertaining in this po-dunk little hotel room.

I get up on my
knees and forcefully yank his pants down, along with his boxers. His throbbing
erection springs forth directly in front of my face. My mouth waters. I can
feel myself growing wetter.

My tongue races
across the bottom of my lip as I grab his cock with both hands. He jerks
forward when I pump my hands up and down in opposite directions, feeling the
full length of him growing harder.

“God, don’t stop,”
he mutters, throwing his head back.

I don’t listen to
him. Instead I replace my hands with my tongue as I circle it around his tip
and lick away the small bead of pre-cum. 

“Fuck, yeah. That’s
even better,” he says, tilting up his hips. “Suck me good. Show me how you’re
going to win.”   

I’m beginning to
realize why Bracken has girls falling at his feet. The man knows how to fuck,
and he knows how to talk dirty while doing it.

I sweep my tongue
over his length before taking him in my mouth. He’s big … bigger than what I’m
used to, and it takes me a second to adjust to his size.

He groans, moving
his pelvis up to feed me more, and I suck harder. I’m positive I’m about to
win, that he’s about to bust in my mouth, when he stops me.  

“Don’t think I give
up that easy, sweetheart,” he says, grinning. His cock falls from my mouth with
a plop. I shriek when he grabs me underneath my arms and throws me backwards on
the bed. “I’m not one who likes to lose.” I gasp, anxiously waiting for what’s
coming next as he joins me in the bed.

He strips off my
shirt. I wriggle out of my jeans. Our eyes meet, and we just stare at each
other for a minute. This is really going to happen again.