Bro Code(19)

I straighten my shoulders, thrusting my breasts out even more. Fuck the patriarchal bro code. “Well, there’s no way I can get back to sleep now. I’m all worked up.” Biting my lip, I summon all my feminine wiles. God, do I even have feminine wiles? I must, because he looks like he’s about to explode. “I need to come, Barrett.”

Still watching me, he lets out a ragged groan.

“You can either sit here, or you can help me,” I purr in my most seductive voice. Part of the maturity I spoke about earlier is not being afraid to go after what I want. And right now, I want this sexy man.

“Fuck.” He lets out a sharp exhale, and I feel like I’ve already won.

I press a kiss to his neck and rock against him, shifting my hips until I collide against the hard ridge of him with just the right amount of friction. A grunt of frustrated need rumbles in his chest, and it’s the best sound in the entire world.

Before I have a chance to press against him again, he lifts me up just enough to slide my pajama pants down. One hand presses into the small of my back, and the other yanks my panties to the side and greets my clit with two confident fingers. I can’t stop myself from letting out a moan, which he responds to with an approving grin.

“How fast can you come, Ava?” he asks, his voice impossibly tight.

“I—I’m not sure,” I murmur.

My hips move over him as he draws lazy circles around my swollen flesh with expert fingers. His lips trail my neck with slow, wet kisses that become quicker and rougher as his fingers gradually gain speed.

God, I’ve wanted this since he arrived, hell, since the first time I laid eyes on him. Did I dream of us in a car in my parents’ driveway? Maybe when we were still in school, but definitely not as adults. But with Barrett’s fingers sweeping through my wetness in time with his lips on my collarbone, we could be anywhere in the world and it would still be perfect.

His fingers explore me while his thumb keeps up the work right where I need it, and all I can do is let my head fall forward and nestle in against his warm neck with a low hum of pleasure.

“Feel good?”

“God, yes.”

As his thumb strokes me faster and faster, I can feel myself tense, my insides tightening, and I groan his name. “Barrett . . .”

“That’s it,” he whispers. “You going to come for me?”

Everything contracts and releases, and the heat that’s been building inside fills me with perfect, utter bliss. He pushes his thick fingers deep inside me to feel me contract and squeeze him. Then my insides tighten impossibly harder, sending a bolt of hot electricity coursing through me. I hang on to him, fixed on his deep blue eyes as he watches me in wonder.

He groans, his eyes on mine as I come and come for what seems like forever. “Fuck . . . that pussy is so nice and tight.”

When my climax finally subsides, Barrett removes his fingers from my panties, and I see him bite his lip, fighting with himself.

I guess he wasn’t kidding when he said he worked for what he wanted. He earned every bit of that, and from the cocky grin on his face, he knows it, but I’ll be damned if I don’t give him something in return.

I push my hips back down against his and begin rocking back and forth, which pulls a deep rumble from the back of Barrett’s throat. I can feel him getting harder each time I thrust. Even through his jeans, I can feel how huge he is, far bigger than I expected, even given my sneak preview. His firm erection pressed between my legs is practically heaven, but I want more. No, I need more. Maybe I could persuade his pants open after all, and then…

And then I would be fucking my brother’s best friend. In the driveway.

The thought hits me like a snowball to the lady bits.

“Fuck,” he groans again. “You have no idea how bad I’ve wanted this, but we can't and you know that as well as I do.”

I pull back in a jolt of reality, and nod somberly.

Now that the endorphins have cleared, I can't believe what we just did—in my parents’ freaking driveway of all places. I pull up my pants, and rush to open the car door.

“Ava, relax” he orders, laying one comforting hand on my shoulder. “No one has to know. It'll be okay.”

I sweep his hand away. “Goodnight, Barrett.” I don't add, thanks for the orgasm which was amazing until about thirty seconds ago. Instead, I fling open the door and the cold air fills the car that we warmed up all on our own. I didn’t realize that we had fogged up the windows. God, how cliché. The driveway is too icy to run, but the second I’m in the house, I pound up the stairs as fast as my legs can carry me, running away from what was probably an enormous mistake.

I slip back into bed, but it isn’t until I hear the sound of him shutting the front door that I finally take a breath. There. It’s done. Closed. The door I never should have opened in the first place. But as much as I try to pretend no damage has been done, Barrett’s voice, deep and sweet, echoes in my head all night. “No one has to know.”

Of course, no one has to know. No one can ever know.





Chapter Nine


Barrett


When I wake up in the morning, the sun is shining brightly through the blinds, and I know instantly that I've overslept.

My alarm must have given up, because it's still blinking on my phone as I rub the sleep out of my eyes. For a second, I just sit up and listen, expecting the rest of the house to be up and awake without me, but there's nothing but silence. Which might be a good thing, I could use a moment to clear my head after what happened last night with Ava.