Best Friend's Brother #2 (Best Friend's Brother Romance Series - Book #2) (4 page)

I laughed and said, “Yeah, that’s putting it nicely.
Alexa I have enjoyed hanging out with you so much. You have been the only
person…the only one that has helped me deal with Emma’s…with losing her. You’re
the only one I feel comfortable talking about her with. I’m a mess inside and
something about being with you and talking to you calms me down. I need you in
my life right now, Alexa. I hope that you’ll still want to be my friend…and
more, if you’re interested in that. I just hope you believe me about Kristy.”

“I believe you,” she said. “I worry for you now. You
maybe should think about a restraining order.”

I shrugged. For reasons of my own, I wasn’t
comfortable getting the cops involved in my life even though I had threatened
Kristy with that very thing.
“Maybe if it gets worse.”

She nodded and said, “I feel comfortable with you
too, Ian. I had an amazing time the other night, that’s why it hurt so bad when
I thought you were…that you had…”

“Taken advantage of your vulnerability?”

“Yeah, that,” she said with an embarrassed look. “I
want to spend more time with you and I want to be your friend and I definitely
want to explore it becoming more.”

I felt like an idiot because I suddenly couldn’t
stop smiling. I reached over and cupped her face in my hand and said, “Thank
you. Things are just so fucked up right now. My family is falling apart and I
was so afraid I was going to lose you too. I don’t know what it is, but since I
first met you, everything has been just a little bit easier.”

She was nodding again. “I know,” she said. “I try
and talk to my dad and I went out with a friend of Emma’s and mine that we went
to high school with and I tried to talk to her…somehow it hurts more when I
talk about Emma to anyone but you.”

“I’m really glad you came tonight.”

“Me too.
You were awesome by the way. You make it look so easy and I get all pumped up
watching and start thinking I could even do it myself.”

I laughed. “Please don’t. Your face is too pretty to
have any one beating on it.”

“So is yours,” she said. “Maybe you should have gone
into wrestling instead. That way no one is throwing any punches.”

Wrestling was a sore subject for me, but she didn’t
know that…at least I didn’t think she did. I guess I don’t really know what
Emma told her. Hoping she hadn’t gone there with her I just said, “I started
wrestling in high school. I was pretty good at it, but after I started fighting
I realized I was better on my feet. What about you, Alexa? What kinds of things
do you like to do?”

“I played water polo in high school and before that
I played soccer for a lot of years.”

“I thought you looked like a soccer player,” he
said.

“Why’s that?”

“Let’s just say that soccer players have nice
thick…muscular…legs and backsides.”

She laughed and said, “You’re saying I have a big
ass?”

“I didn’t say “big” I said, “thick and muscular” and
very, very hot.” She blushed then and it was so freaking cute, considering I’d
already seen all of her and touched all of her. Just thinking about it was
making me hard.

“Okay, I’ll accept that,” she said. “I also like to
ride horses.”

“Do you have a horse?”

“No, but a good friend of my dad’s has one that he
lets me ride whenever. He lives out near the river and I go out there and spend
the day sometimes. I love it. Emma used to go with me sometimes.”

“Emma rode a horse?”

Laughing, she said, “Why do you sound so skeptical?”

“It’s hard for me to picture her on a horse.”

“She liked it. We used to take a picnic lunch
sometimes and ride and eat and just make a day of it.” She had tears in her
eyes when she said, “I miss those days.”

I still had my hand on her face. I didn’t think
anything I could say to that would make her feel better, so I just gently ran
my thumb across her soft cheek. She closed her eyes for a second and when she
opened them she gave me a little forced smile. We just sat there like that,
silently for a while and I finally asked her something that had been on my mind
for a while, “Do you think Emma would have approved of us being together?”

She gave me a genuine smile then and said, “Yeah, I do.
I think she would have been very happy for us.”

I couldn’t stand it any longer. I had to have those
lips. I wrapped the hand that held her face up in that thick, sexy hair and
gently pulled her towards me. Our lips crushed together and she parted hers to
let my tongue inside. I kissed her and tasted her mouth and licked her lips
until we were both panting and her pretty red lips were swollen. I drew back
just slightly so we could both catch our breath and I saw the look of desire in
her eyes. It made my erection stand up and strain against the inside of my
jeans. It was almost painful.

I unbuckled her and then me and with just one look
we communicated what would come next. She climbed into the back and I followed
her. I grabbed her and kissed her again letting my hands touch that beautiful
body
all over
. I felt her hands at the waist of my
jeans and when she got them unbuckled I felt skin against skin as she slid her
hand down inside. I swear I nearly came right then. She wrapped her warm hand
around my cock and fireworks exploded inside my head and as she gently moved
her hand up and down over it, I felt it growing even harder.

It felt so fucking good, but I was really afraid I
was going to cum in her hand. I wanted her so bad. I used my hand to move hers…reluctantly
and then I pushed my jeans down. I kept my eyes on her as she stripped and at
the same time, I awkwardly removed my own clothes. When we were both naked, she
put her hand against my chest and pushed me back into the seat. She positioned
herself so that she could take my cock into her mouth.

“Oh fuck, Alexa. Oh baby…” Nothing about what she
was doing tonight was slow and seductive. She seemed to be in as big of a hurry
as I was. Her tongue was practically assaulting me and her hand was moving fast
as she licked and sucked. I never wanted her to stop. I’d never felt anything
so good. I didn’t want to come in her mouth either though so although it took
every ounce of strength inside of me I pulled her face back up to mine and
replaced my cock with my tongue in her hot wet little mouth. As we kissed, my
hands found her beautiful breasts and her rock hard nipples. I twisted them
between my thumb and forefinger for a while but then I had to have them in my
mouth. It was my turn to push her back against the seat and I sucked one of
them all the way into my mouth. I continued my full on assault on the other one
with my hand. She had her hands in my hair and she was pressing my face into
her chest and moaning. God, she was so fucking sexy…I just couldn’t get enough.

In a breathless voice she said, “I want you inside
of me, Ian, now.” I loved the sound of my name on her lips. I continued sucking
on her tits as I reached down with one hand and fished my wallet out of my
pants. With one hand I found what I was looking for and tossed the rest in the
floorboard. I stopped sucking and licking her chest long enough to use my teeth
to open the package. I had to pull away completely to put on the raincoat and
my hands were shaking so hard it was no easy process. I finally got him covered
and then I sat back in the seat. She climbed up on my lap and kissed me while
using one hand to slowly stroke my cock again as she lined it up with her
pussy. Once she had it in place, she sat down on it and let it fill her up. She
was so warm and wet and so fucking tight. I swear to God I thought my head was
going to explode.

She started moving up and down on me then, letting
it slide in and out of her and I covered her beautiful tits with my hands and
played with the as she rode me, gradually increasing her pace. She had her head
thrown back and that sexy long red hair was in her face. I moved my hand down
between us and let my thumb find her clit. When I pressed against it she
stopped moving and cried out.

“Oh Jesus, Ian.
Oh God!”
She started moving faster and I rubbed
harder. I was groaning now, still trying to hold back but feeling like if I
didn’t cum I was going to implode. At last I felt her sweet hot pussy clamp
down tightly onto my cock and she held herself in place tightly until the
orgasm…wave after wave of it, finished washing through her. She was gasping and
clutching at me and saying my name over and over. She drove me fucking crazy.
When at last she relaxed, I realized I didn’t want to stop. If I started moving
again, I wasn’t going to be able to control it. I was going to cum and cum
hard. I took her by the hips and lifted her up off of me. She let out a little
whimper and then I saw her eyes widen as I slid in a finger instead and began
massaging her g-spot. As I did that, I moved my thumb up and let it rub against
her clit. She was moving her hips and moaning and she finally gasped out, “Oh
fuck, Ian! What are you doing to me?”

I put my mouth to her ear and said, “I’m taking you
to Heaven baby.” I left my finger inside of her, bent and still massaging as I
slid down to the floorboard on my knees. Her moans were filling the car and
knowing I was making her feel that good was almost too much for me. I leaned
forward and ran my tongue slowly across her swollen clit. She screamed,
literally screamed. It was hot. She started bucking her hips and thrashing
across the seat. She grabbed my head and pulled me in tighter. She held it
there as my tongue raged against her clit and snaked up inside her pussy. As
she came again, she held my head in place and said, “Oh God! Oh God! Oh fuck!
Oh God!”
The last “Oh God!” was a scream and I made a note
to self that we should never have sex in a place with thin walls. Not that I
would care. I’d be proud for anyone to know she let me touch her. After a few
more good thrusts of my tongue, her entire body convulsed and she collapsed
again, back onto the leather seat. She was soaked with sweat, and probably
sticking to it, but she didn’t seem to care. As I got up off the floor, she
grabbed my cock with her hand and pulled me against her. I straddled her and
slid right in. She was soaked.

She put her head back against the seat and pushed
her hips down more so that I was buried all the way inside of her. Then she
raised her arms up over her head and I swear to God I’d never seen anything so
hot. I began thrusting in and out of her, watching her breasts bounce and sway.
I wasn’t going to be able to hold back again. She had me in a mindset that was
beyond ecstasy. There were no words for it at all. She wrapped one leg around
me, pulling me in tighter with her leg muscle. I went faster…deeper….I was
panting and grunting and gasping…and then she reached down with one hand and
grabbed her own tit and started running her fingers over the nipple, playing with
it, pleasuring herself and that was the end for me. I came with a full body
spasm and I realized that I was a screamer too. She leaned into me and we sat
like that for a really long time, panting against each other, reveling in the
feelings of being completely satiated and happy.

CHAPTER
SIX

ALEXA

I had never been so glad I’d gone anywhere as I was
the night I went to Ian’s fight. That night was the start of something for
us…something that I had high hopes
for
. The more time
I spent with him, the more I wanted to
.
 
He came over and shot darts with me in
the garage one day and we had a picnic lunch in the back yard another. About a
week after that night, my Dad was going to be out so I invited him over for
dinner. When he got there and I greeted him at the door, he met me with a kiss
that was almost indecent. I loved it.

“I missed you,” he said.

I smiled. He had been by at lunch time. “It’s only
been a few hours,” I said. I was teasing him. I had missed him too, like crazy.
He came inside the house and I saw him glance around kind of nervously. “My dad
went out tonight. He won’t be back until tomorrow. He’s staying up at his
friend’s cabin by the lake.”

“Oh, okay,” he said, casually. “I wasn’t worried
about it.”

I laughed. He could save that tough guy crap for
everyone else. I think I was coming to know the real him and although he might
not show his feelings often, they were there. “You want something to drink?”

“Sure, whatever you have is fine.”

I got him one of my dad’s beers and then I said, “I
was getting ready to start the chicken. Do you want me to turn on the
television for you?”

“No, I want to help,” he said.

“Really?”

He laughed, “Yes, really. I’ve lived alone for a
long time now. I can cook. It was either learn how or starve.”

“Okay, can you chop?”

“Can I chop? I’ve won awards for my chopping
abilities,” he said with a grin.

I rolled my eyes at him. He followed me into the
kitchen and I pointed him to the cutting board where I’d set out the vegetables
and a big bowl for the salad.
“Salad, huh?
You don’t
believe that I can cook, do you?”

“I absolutely believe it,” I said. “But salad is
what I need right now, so work your magic.”