Bad For You: (An Older Brother's Best Friend Romance) by Charity Ferrell

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