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

hardening underneath my palm. He’s
ready for round two. I straddle his lap and slowly take him inside of me.
    We fuck in the
darkness of the deserted hotel.
    Our little
secret.  

chapter eight
     
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    “Do you want to talk about it?” I ask, buckling up my
seatbelt.
    I merge onto the interstate to go home. The
streets are still in pretty rough condition, but they’re plowed.
    We spent the rest of the night at the hotel. The
lights were still out after we finished up round two, which was even better
than her sucking my cock, and we dozed off after. It must’ve come back on
sometime while we were sleeping.
    “Talk about what?” Nautica replies. Her voice
is cold and distant. Not good. She’s staring down at her phone like it’s the
most fascinating thing she’s ever seen.
    She’s playing the innocent act, but I know
now there’s no innocence flowing through her veins. There’s a wildcat under
there, and the sensitive fingernail scrapes on my back further prove my point.
    “About last night,” I say.
    We’d done it again; severed the rules.
Delight shouldn’t have fogged my mind when I woke up this morning with her ass
plastered against my dick and my arms wrapped around her, but it did. It was so
much better than feigning sleep while she snuck out. It got awkward, though. We
barely said a word to each other as we brushed our teeth, changed clothes, and
got our shit together.
    “Nope,” she answers, sharply.
    “You kidding me?” I have to know where her
head is before we get home. We need to figure out a plan so we don’t get
ourselves caught up.
    She releases a long, ragged breath as her
eyes deadpan on me. “No, I’m not kidding you. If we talk about it,
you’re probably going to tell me it was wrong and can’t happen again.” I
stupidly nod in agreement. “I don’t want to hear you say those words because I
don’t agree with them.” She signals between the two of us. “Us together, you
and me, it’s not wrong. It actually feels perfect, and I know you feel the same
way. So excuse me if I don’t want to hear you stutter out lies like, “this
can’t happen again,” when we both know damn well you want it to. Quit
worrying about my brother. He’ll get over it. We’re grown adults.”
    I’m lost for words. I definitely wasn’t
expecting all of that. This is worse than I thought. She wants us to be more
than a hook-up. She wants a commitment.
    I’d be lying to both of us if I say I don’t
want more with her, but commitment isn’t my thing. I’m not looking for a
girlfriend or a wife. I enjoy fucking her, but that’s as far as shit will go
between us. I like my freedom too much.
    She’s eyeing me with expectancy, like her
proclamation will fix everything, and we’ll be all hearts and roses.
    “You know that can’t happen,” I say. Her face
shifts from hopeful to hostile. “It was a one-time thing.”
    “A one time thing that’s happened three
times.” She holds up three fingers and lets out a harsh laugh. “That makes
real sense.” Her purse lands on the floorboard with a thud, and she kicks her
legs up on the dashboard. “God, I’m so damn stupid.”
    I feel like a fucking jackass. “You’re not
stupid. I’m the dumbass one for leading you on.”
    Her face turns red with fury. “Yes, I am
stupid. I thought maybe, just maybe, you might see me as more than your
best friend’s little sister. But, of course, I was wrong. You’ll never see me like
that. You only touched me because I was convenient, and you were horny. I’m
like all of those other girls, the ones you hook up with but get freaked out
when they want a commitment.”
    I shake my head violently. “That’s not true. Don’t
compare yourself to those chicks. You know you’re fucking different. You’re so
much more.”
    I should’ve never brought this up. Keeping my
mouth shut is the smartest thing I could’ve done. Now, she pretty much hates my
guts because I can’t explain to her how I