The sassy mouth of Bresin Prescott turns me on more than I care to admit. I swear, just hearing her talk shit gets me hard, but I can’t fuck her again, no matter how much I want to. I need to keep my hands off her sweet fucking body. The more I touch her, the more I crave her. When she whispers in my ear that she loves a good challenge, I damn near come in my jeans.
The whole way to her dorm, the only thing I can think of is her on her knees, begging me to fuck her again. When we stop at a red light, I adjust myself before putting my hand on her thigh. Her arms are wrapped tightly around my waist, and the only thing running through my mind is having her on my bike the way she was before. Her straddling my lap had me harder than the blonde at the party, including while I thought of Bresin as I fucked the whore.
When the light turns green and I take off again, her hands start to move toward my dick. I have to bite back the groan threatening to fall from my mouth. The little minx plays dirty when she wants to get her way, but I won’t let her win.
I will be the victor in this dangerous game she wants to play. She doesn’t even know the rules, and we all know everything is fair in love and war. I am going to make her regret the words that fell from her sexy, plump lips.
When I pull into the college campus and head toward the dorms, I see people turn and gawk at us. Pulling up to the curb, I put my feet on the ground and wait for her to climb off my bike. Her hands travel up my chest. She pinches my nipple in one hand, grabbing my dick in the other.
“You are playing with fucking fire, little girl,” I growl over my shoulder.
“Good. I like to feel the burn.” She gives me one last squeeze before she gets off my bike, flashing her damn cunt at everyone in the vicinity.
“Bresin…,” I growl. She gives me that puppy-dog look she perfected as a fucking kid. I swear, if there weren’t people here right now, I’d bend her over my lap and spank her. “Keep flashing your cunt at everyone and your begging will be the least of your concerns.”
She rolls her eyes and starts to walk off without so much of a goodbye or a thank you. I watch her ass sway, and fuck if I don’t want to follow her up to her damn room and have my way with her. My dick throbs, and I have to remind myself that there are witnesses. If I go after her now, Ridge will know in a matter of minutes.
Once she walks through the door, I start my bike and rev the engine a few times before taking off toward my place. The drive is short, but not short enough to keep my dick from wanting to commit suicide. Riding with an erection is probably the worst damn thing in the world. She’s fucking lucky there were witnesses; otherwise, I would have broken my promise again.
I swear, that girl loves to tease me. She gets me right there, wanting to slam deep inside her. When she’s horny, I want her only thought to be me. When she masturbates, I want her to get off to thoughts of my body.
Pulling into the underground parking garage, I park my bike next to my BMW. Climbing off, I adjust myself so I can make the damn trek up to my place. As I make my way through the lobby, I remember the night she came to me in tears.
The bellman calling my apartment that night was nothing new. I refused to let people come up to my place unless it was one of the guys or my family. No exceptions…until Bresin.
As I stood in the elevator, my only thought was how to get rid of the latest fuck the guys and I had shared. I was confident I knew which chick it was, but when I got down to the lobby, a wet, dark-haired Bresin came running toward me. She looked like she had been walking in the rain for hours and shivered in my arms. I nodded to the bellman and started to lead her up to my apartment.
No matter how many times I tried to get her to tell me what was wrong, she refused. It took me a solid two hours to get the information from her. Some dipshit put his hands on her, and she wanted me to erase the memory of him.
At first, the only thing I wanted to do was beat his fucking head in, but she refused to let me leave her. She ran all the way to my apartment building in the pouring rain. I couldn’t leave her alone. Her whole body shook, and I had to strip her down to her bra and panties so I could try to warm her up.
I remember her pressing her cold body to my warm one, the anger in me rising. The little prick was going to be lucky to be alive after I was done with him. That night, I vowed to always protect her. I’ve done a shit job so far.
I usually don’t answer her phone calls because I don’t want to be tempted by her. She doesn’t see it, but she deserves so much better than any of us. We are toxic to her life and will only bring her down if she sticks with us.
Before I can make it to the elevator, I get a FaceTime call. Sighing, I run my hand down my face before accepting it, stepping onto the elevator. When Bresin comes on the screen, only dressed in her bra and G-string, I’m fucking glad I’m the only one in this damn thing.
Fuck, I can’t breathe.
I scan her body as the elevator stops at my floor and the doors open. “I’m going to spank your damn ass until you can’t sit for a week,” I groan as I start walking toward my apartment.
She bites her bottom lip before sinking to her knees. “J…,” she whispers. She slowly runs her hands up and down her body, giving me the best fucking view. I can’t even get my apartment door open as I watch her slide her fingers through her damn cunt. She’s so sexy.
When I finally get the door open, I slam it shut and immediately undo my jeans. I’m still hard as hell. This visual will be how I get rid of it.
“Pinch your nipple,” I demand. She does exactly what I say, which turns me on more. I watch her slide her fingers along her clit before they disappear inside her body. “Fuck,” I grit out. I can’t take my eyes off her, my hand working my dick.
She throws her head back and moans. “I’m imagining your fingers inside me.” She pumps her fingers in and out of her tight, wet cunt.
Just watching her fall over the edge brings me so damn close. I continue to look at her with rapt attention, but once she’s done, she gives me the finger and shuts the video off. I grit my teeth as I continue to stroke my dick. She’s playing a dangerous game. She won’t like how I get back at her for that little stunt.
I think about how it felt to have her pressed up against me on my bike. I imagine it’s her hand on me as I continue to stroke myself faster. I’m right on the damn edge, ready to fall over it, but my phone starts ringing in my hand. When I look at the screen, I see her brother’s name.
Just fucking great.
My dick deflates like a damn balloon as I answer the fucking call. “What?” I’m pissed, both with her and that he’s calling me.
“Don’t be a fucking dick, Jagger,” Ridge mutters.
“What do you want?” I bite out, trying not to flip my shit on him. My dick is in pain because of his smart-mouthed little sister, and all I want to do is head over to her dorm. Hell, I’d even take her on her knees as she begged me to fuck her. That might even bring me more pleasure than actually having her.
“Some bitch was asking for you. Something about needing to talk to you about something.”
“She one of the girls we fucked?” I ask, my interest piqued.
“No. I would have remembered that tight little body. She gave me her number and wants you to call her.”
Now I’m curious. “Text it to me.” I run my hand through my hair, then pull my jeans up and make my way toward the kitchen to grab a beer.
“Will do. Oh, have you talked to Bresin lately?”
I pause. “No. Why?” There is no fucking way I’m going to tell him I drove her back to her dorm or that she called. He’d kill me…probably very slowly.
“She isn’t returning my calls. You think you can call and see what’s going on? I know she used to tell you more than the rest of us.”
I’m pretty sure death is knocking on my door as I try to make sense of everything he just said. If I play my cards right, I can head to her dorm and spank her sexy ass, then find out why she’s ignoring big brother. “Yeah. I’ll see if I can get ahold of her. She still have the same number?”
“Yeah,” he grunts. I know he hates when he has to ask me to check in with her. “Just don’t fuck her.”
I roll my eyes. He knows me better than that. I have never once given a shit what someone else tells me to do. I usually do it just because they told me not to.
“You realize the more you tell me not to, the more I want to say fuck it, right?”
He sighs. “I love you like family, Jagger, but she isn’t some whore for you to add to your list of conquests. She’s better than the four of us, and I won’t let you ruin her.”
I have to give it to him. He loves her more than she knows. But it still won’t keep me from dipping my cock inside her when I can no longer say no.
“I never said I’d ruin her.” Those were my parting words. I’m sure it pissed him the fuck off, but I was done caring. Maybe I should just start showing her exactly the man I am, let her decide if I am who she wants. If she does, we’ll deal with her brother later.