My Boyfriend's Brother Page 4

  And there it is, the whole truth. In retrospect, it all makes sense. Slowly, I nod, clearing my throat as the pieces of the puzzle finally fall into place. “It’s those photos, isn’t it?” I ask knowingly. “You’re the one who leaked them.”

  Libby’s big eyes go even wider. “How did you-”

  “I heard it through the grapevine,” I respond. “Gossip spreads fast in our community, especially when it has to do with the church. You know that.”

  “Yes, I suppose so,” Libby says, sounding utterly miserable as tears begin to trickle down her face. She wipes at them frantically, looking embarrassed and angry at the same time. “I’m sorry,” she says. “I don’t want to-”

  “Don’t worry about it, Libby,” I tell her honestly, looking away while she composes herself. “To answer your question,” I go on, “No. I had no idea Patrick was into that kind of stuff before those photos surfaced.”

  “I feel so stupid,” Libby whispers, wringing her hands. “It’s just that he’s into all this kinky stuff, and I had no idea. Things that look really painful and awkward, with peoples’ limbs twisted in all sorts of directions, not to mention the blood. All this time with him, and now I find out I never really knew him. “

  “Hey, sweetheart,” I say, scooting closer to her. “Don’t think about it like that. If anything, you should be looking at this as a favor. You dodged a bullet. Imagine what would have happened if you had stayed with Patrick. Hell, if you had married him. If my brother has kinks that aren’t right for you, then it’s for the best that you found out early.”

  Fresh tears trickle down Libby’s cheeks and she shakes her head in hopeless confusion. “It’s just shocking that’s all,” she mutters. “And I had no idea! And now he’s… I’m…”

  Seeing her like that makes the last of my willpower dissolve. “Hey.” I reach over to her, cupping her face in my hands and brushing her tears away. She looks up at me with big, frightened eyes. “It’s okay, Libby,” I murmur. “This is all going to work out.”

  “How do you know?” she protests weakly.

  “I just do,” I say in a low voice. She feels so fragile in my hands, like the wrong move would break her, yet I’m so hard that it hurts. I can feel the heat coming off of her body, can see her quivering lips, and the months of resisting finally come crashing down.

  I lower my mouth to Libby’s and kiss her, claiming the curvy girl as my own.

  5

  Libby

  * * *

  Frisco’s lips are hot and commanding against mine, and before I know it, I’m melting into the kiss, leaning into him as his presence overpowers me. It’s like he’s all around me, a dominating force, a black hole that’s sucking me in, and I’m helpless to escape. His thumbs run over my cheekbones as he shifts closer to me, his body nearly touching mine, and I can’t help the soft sound that escapes me as I melt under his touch.

  That seems to set the huge male off, and Frisco moans, deepening the kiss as one of his arms circles my waist. Finally, finally, his chest presses against mine, the ferocity of his touch only intensifying as his tongue works its way into my mouth. The intrusion has me trembling, my legs snapping together automatically as a rush of arousal floods my pussy. I can’t think coherently. I’m too caught up in the feeling of his hands on me.

  But as passionate as the kiss is, we eventually have to breathe, and Frisco pulls back, but only just. His gaze bores into mine as our foreheads rest against one another, both of us breathing hard. Then, I notice something I never did before: while Patrick’s eyes are a dark blue-gray, Frisco’s are an icy sapphire, as cold and calculating as the man himself. They’re looking at me hungrily, desire radiating from him with unbelievable intensity. In that moment, I realize I’m completely at his mercy. He’s the predator, and I’m the prey. And I’m ready for him to devour me.

  “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” he rasps, his eyes never leaving mine. It’s a revelation that surprises me, but I can’t think back to our past meetings right now. His hand is already making its way lower, squeezing my ass and tugging me insistently closer.

  “Frisco,” I breathe almost reverently.

  My saying his name makes him growl, and he pushes me forward, pressing my back into his plush sofa as his mouth attacks mine again. His kisses are growing more insistent, and as he tugs my bottom lip with his teeth, I groan and thread my hands through his black locks. Frisco pulls back a little, and I whine, “Please don’t stop.”

  “I’m not going to stop,” he grunts, his fingers already going to his shirt buttons. I fumble to help him, and as he discards the fabric, I’m treated to the sight of a perfectly-sculpted torso. I can’t help but run my palms down his hard chest, but Frisco isn’t interested in lingering; he’s already attacking my own shirt, stripping it up and over my head with practiced ease. I’m left in my bra, and he makes a low noise as his eyes sweep over my décolletage. I can feel his erection against my skirt, and I grind against him in desperation as he drops his mouth to my neck. “I’ve thought about this for so long,” he mutters against my skin, sucking it hard enough to leave a mark. “I want this.”

  “Please, Frisco,” I plead, sounding desperately needy, “please-”

  I don’t even have to finish the sentence for him to catch my meaning because the next thing I know his hand is lifting my skirt and plunging under the hem to caress the heat between my legs. The movement makes me shiver, and to my shame, my lace panties are already soaked with arousal. This doesn’t go unnoticed.

  “Fuck, Libby,” Frisco groans, sinking his teeth into my neck for a fresh burst of delightful pain. He grapples for a moment before thrusting his fingers into my panties, tracing my drenched pussy with single-minded intent. His fingers are feather light when they brush my slippery nub, sending a fresh wave of desire through my body. That’s all the warning I get before he slides a digit inside me, his thumb returning to stroke my clit as he searches for my g-spot. By now, I’m not much more than a puddle, writhing underneath him as his deft movements light up my core. “So wet already,” he growls against my skin, and I tighten my grip on his hair just as his mouth returns to mine.

  I kiss him back desperately. It’s the only thing I can do at this point because my orgasm is already building. Have I ever been with a guy this skilled in bed? It’s like he’s carrying me away on a wave of pleasure. In all the months I spent with Patrick, he never brought these feelings out in me, not even in our most intimate moments. What have I been missing out on?

  That’s all I have time to think about though, because in the next second I’m coming, bucking up against the alpha male’s hand as stars burst in front of my eyes. Frisco doesn’t let up as I ride out the aftershocks, and it’s only when he finally withdraws his hand with a slick pop that I’m able to think clearly. Still panting, I gasp, “Do you want to-”

  “Yes,” he says, not letting me finish. He sits up for a moment, treating me to another view of his gorgeous body, before he urges me upright and attacks the clasp of my bra. The next thing I know, the lace on the floor, leaving my breasts uncovered. The cold air makes me shiver, my nipples already hardening, and I feel a strange bout of self-consciousness. This was my idea, but being exposed like this makes me feel incredibly vulnerable.

  But Frisco’s eyes sweep over my large tits hungrily, drinking me in like I’m the most gorgeous girl he’s ever seen. “You’re so beautiful,” he rasps, and then he lowers his mouth to take one nipple in his mouth. I cry out with pleasure.

  “Oh! Unnnh, yes!”

  The feeling of his tongue and teeth on my breast is enough to drive me crazy, and even though I just came, I can already feel myself revving up once more. “Please, please,” I whimper, my hands running over his carved muscles.

  Frisco doesn’t need telling twice because he hauls my skirt and panties down in one fluid movement. I kick them off, now completely nude in front of him, and drop my hands to the button of his pants. I can see his erection straining agains
t the fabric, and even though he’s still covered, I can tell he’s big. Like, big big. Goosebumps cover my arms as I wrestle his pants off, and I shiver in anticipation as Frisco pushes me back onto the couch, hooking one of my legs up over his hip as he lines up and then enters me with one smooth push.

  My arms drop to the couch, and a daze overtakes me at the feeling of him stretching me open. Holy hell, I’m being split in half and I let out a small cry of mixed pleasure and pain. Frisco, his ice blue eyes boring into mine, gives me a moment to adjust to his girth before he begins to move, his strong arms supporting him as he thrusts into me.

  “You’re doing great, baby girl. You’re taking me like a champ,” he rasps.

  Before long, I can feel another orgasm building in the pit of my stomach, and it’s all I can do not to pass out as my pussy clenches with ecstasy. Adrenaline surges through me, my body flooded with electricity and pleasure as he gradually picks up the pace. Soon he’s fucking me hard, and all thoughts of Patrick and revenge have evaporated completely. All I can think about is the euphoria his brother is giving me, and it’s all-consuming.

  Frisco’s fingers return to my clit, and it’s not long before I’m coming again, digging my nails into his back and gasping with pleasure.

  “Friscoooo!” I scream. “Oh god!”

  The sight of me experiencing the ultimate release is what does it for him. “Libby,” he gasps, my name a prayer on his lips, and then he comes inside me, filling my spasming pussy with hot, passionate virility.

  We lie there for several seconds, our foreheads touching as we recover in the aftermath of that incredible session. Neither of us says anything right away, too lost in the emotion of what just happened. To be honest, I’m not sure what I should be feeling. Guilt? Nervousness? Anxiety? But instead, I feel completely safe, like I could float away with this man and never return to Earth.

  Meanwhile, the handsome CEO leans down and nuzzles my throat, a contrast to his fierce passion just moments ago. When he finally breaks away, his eyes are hooded. “Was that okay?” he asks gently.

  “That was better than okay,” I murmur with a smile. “That was incredible.”

  “You’re incredible, Libby,” Frisco growls. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that with you.”

  I stare at him, my eyes wide.

  “Really?” I ask, feeling absurdly shy.

  He nods, and there’s no teasing in his expression. “Ever since I met you,” replies, “I’ve wanted you. It was wrong, but you can’t help but feel what you feel.”

  My cheeks flame redder than they have all night, and I duck my head. Frisco gazes down at me for another moment, chuckling, before sitting up and pulling out of me. His enormous member emerges, glistening with our combined fluids, and the sudden emptiness makes a soft whine escape my lips. He grins knowingly.

  “Don’t worry, little girl. You’ll get more of this, if I have anything to do with it.”

  Then, I watch as he wordlessly goes to the bathroom before returning with a damp washcloth. The alpha male’s movements are gentle as he ministers to the space between my legs, and I gasp at his gentle touch. Who knew it could be like this? This is more intimate and tender than anything I’ve experienced with any man, let alone his brother.

  It’s a long time before either of us speaks again, and I’m swooning by the time he’s done. Then, Frisco pats me on the butt and grins again.

  “Do you want to spend the night?” he asks lazily. “I don’t want you going home alone at this hour.” There’s something possessive about the way he says it that makes me shiver with delight.

  “Are you sure?” I ask, somewhat tentative.

  “I’m always sure,” he replies. “I wouldn’t ask if I wasn’t.”

  Wow, he’s so confident and collected. Meanwhile, I’m floating on Cloud Nine, so I merely lean back and smile, watching as he gets up again. But I can’t let myself go entirely because things have turned out different than what I planned. Yes, I was going to seduce Frisco Arrington, and I did. But now, revenge seems petty and insignificant compared to the incredible session we just shared.

  “Frisco,” I say cautiously, “what does this mean? What happens now?”

  The CEO looks at me, blue eyes gleaming.

  “We’ll see,” he replies, “but I know one thing. I’m not letting you go, Libby Rain. You belong to me now.”

  6

  Libby

  * * *

  Pastor Ed’s office is quiet except for the ticking of the clock on the wall and the muffled voices of other people moving about the church. The silence is almost unbearable, and it doesn’t help that the elderly man himself is sitting across from me, decked out in a priest’s outfit with an understanding expression on his face. That might be the worst part, actually. If Pastor Ed were outright angry with me, at least it would be a little easier.

  Meanwhile, I’m sitting with my hands folded in my lap, and I don’t think I could feel more humiliated if I tried. This is what you get when you act impulsively, I scold myself. What did you think was going to happen when you forwarded those pictures to everyone?

  Okay, fine. I wasn’t thinking. And I definitely didn’t expect Pastor Ed to ask to speak with me one-on-one after this week’s Bible study. Patrick, of course, has been avoiding church like the plague, which isn’t a surprise. The only thing people can talk about is his secret sex life, so it’s fitting that he’s not showing his face.

  I swallow hard and meet the pastor’s eyes, and it’s only then that I realize the elderly man is waiting for me to say something. I clear my throat. “Sorry?” I ask, feeling pathetic. “What was the question?”

  “Libby,” Pastor Ed begins in a gentle tone, “how do you feel about what happened with Patrick?”

  That’s the important question, and I’m not sure how to respond. It’s true that there was some satisfaction in the revenge, but that seems to have faded over the past week, and all I’m left with now is a bad taste in my mouth. I thought that I’d feel better, but instead, I just feel guilty. That, and the fact that Frisco is all I can think about doesn’t help either, but that’s another story.

  “I feel…” I look away. “Not good, I guess. Pretty bad, actually.”

  “Mm-hm.” Pastor Ed nods slowly. “I’m not surprised. Revenge is always tempting in the moment, but it often leaves us lacking once it’s over.” He shifts in his chair, and I’m still surprised he isn’t telling me off for how un-Christian it was of me.

  “Are you angry?” I ask meekly.

  The pastor shakes his head. “No,” he replies, “but I hope you’ve realized that you shouldn’t have sent those pictures to the group. I understand that emotions were running high, but you should have come to me, or another member of the church, for guidance. Doing another bad deed will never erase the one that’s already been done.”

  My shoulders slump, and I know there’s no arguing with the old pastor. That what have I done? feeling is coming back full force, and I haven’t even been able to look at my church workbook in a week. I guess that’s what happens when you do your best to ruin someone’s life.

  “I’m sorry,” I mumble, and I’m surprised to realize that I mean it. “I feel horrible. I think, now that I’ve had a chance to cool off, I’m remembering that Patrick is a good guy, in spite of everything. Maybe he didn’t deserve what I did. At any rate, I shouldn’t have been the one to decide that. It is, after all, God’s decision. So what do I do now?” I ask in a small voice. “How do I make up for this? I doubt Patrick will want to talk to me, even if he didn’t press charges.” And to be perfectly honest, I’m not sure if I’m ready to talk to him, either.

  Pastor Ed nods slowly. “Recognition is the first step,” he responds. “As far as what you do now, that’s not for me to tell you. God will show you the way. He always does.”

  I have to believe he’s right. “Thank you, Pastor,” I say, getting up from my chair. “I appreciate it.”

  “You’re very welcome, Li
bby,” Pastor Ed replies with a smile. “We all make mistakes. It’s what we do afterwards that matters.”

  I bow my head in penitence, returning his smile, and then make my way out of his office. It’s grown dark outside by the time I leave the church, and the sky is a purple-grey color and eerily ominous. What’s even weirder is the fact that I’m seeing Frisco. It’s only been a week, but I feel caught up in him in a way I never have before, unable to resist his magnetic pull. We’ve met up almost every day since that night at his place, and texted non-stop too, and I’m starting to worry that I’m getting addicted to the handsome billionaire.

  Of course, I couldn’t bring myself to reveal my sin to Pastor Ed, and that only makes the guilt come roaring back. In a lot of ways, my missteps are even worse than I let on to the kindly older man. After all, who dates their ex-boyfriend’s brother? Who forwards their ex’s pics, hellbent on retribution, only to fall in love with the means of that revenge?

  God, I’m so mixed up, but the thought of seeing Frisco again makes my heart skip. My step lightens and a small smile crosses my face. At least some good is coming of this because what I feel for the gorgeous CEO is real, and I can’t wait to see him again.

  7

  Frisco

  * * *

  I can’t remember the last time I took a girl for a ride in my Ferrari. It’s not something I did often even before I started dating Libby; I tend to be cautious about how much of my lifestyle I expose to women because it’s always hard to tell which of them are genuinely interested in you, and which are only interested in your paycheck. I suppose that’s another perk to dating my kid brother’s ex-girlfriend. I’ve had plenty of time to get a read on Libby before romance even entered into the equation, and I’m certain she’s not with me because of my money.