Rhys I placeget uptheto startglassdinner. of vodka on the rocks I just polished off on the table and If I ke ep my head occupied, my mind won’t slide into the gutter. After a torturous day, I needed a stiff drink to tame my stiff cock. I’m still in the same fucking predicament. At least Keira is nowhere near to witness my struggle. The second we got back to the house, she declared she needed to wash off the day’s grime. She felt a little dirty from trying on clothes all day. I didn’t argue. I needed time to get my head screwed back on straight. I head to the fridge and scour its contents. We’re ke eping it simple tonight. I pull a few things out and place them on the counter. I turn to the pantry to grab potatoes, but my st ep falters. Keira is singing. I love her voice. She walks into the kitchen and it’s as if the rug is pulled from underneath me. Every muscle in my body tightens. Why is she doing this to me? “Hey, what’s for dinner?” “I was thinking barbecue. Steaks. Sausages,” I say as my eyes rake her body. “That sounds delicious. I’ll help.” “I thought you were taking a shower.” “I was.” She points to the towel wrapped around her chest. “As I was st epping into the shower––and for the record, I may never be able to leave because of your spa-like bathrooms––” “I told you, you’re welcome here for as long as you want.” “Good to know.” The vodka on ice softened the edge, but her coquettish smile and batting eyelashes set me back to square one. Great. “As I was saying, just before jumping into the shower, it dawned on me to check my phone to make sure my battery wasn’t dead.” She walks over to one of the stools at the kitchen island where she left her crossbody bag, and rummages through it. My eyes are transfixed by her butt wiggling underneath the towel. “Bummer. My phone is dead.” She waves her phone in the air. “I’m going to plug it in. I want it to be charged in case Noah or Michaela call, since I left them messages this morning and I haven’t heard back from them.” “Okay.” Her proximity is so overwhelming, I don’t dare to breathe. Keira frowns. “What?” She strides towards me, barefoot. “Remember what I said earlier in the car about this new uptight Rhys?” She pokes my chest a few times with her phone. Each thump reverberates to my cock. Without thinking, I grab her wrist and pull her close. Our bodies aren’t touching, but there can’t be more than an inch or two between us. She gasps, her eyes wide as she takes me in. “I was going to say you’re as stiff as a mannequin, but that ninja move proves me wrong.” She giggles. I stare at her, my nostrils flaring as I desperately try to regulate my heartbeat. Once again, thoughts of spanking her ass come to mind. “Why are you so tense?” Because my cock is as stiff as steel. “You caught me by surprise. I’m not used to having a woman walk around my place in nothing but a towel.” She gives me a one-shoulder shrug. “We’ll have to learn how to live together...”
I consider her. She’s playing me. “Let’s make sure we buy you a robe the next time we’re out shopping.” Her smile is dangerous. “We bought a robe, remember?” she says. “Would you prefer if I parade in the kimono instead?” The challenging way her hazel-green eyes hold my stare is as much of a trap as her loaded question. And I just walked straight into it. I close my eyes on a prayer. Please, God, help me out here. I let go of her wrist and point to where she came from. “Get out of here.” With a little smile stretching her lips, she saunters out of the kitchen. She gives me one last look over her shoulder, and she’s gone. Now I can’t stop thinking of what she’s hiding underneath that stupid towel. So much for not thinking of her in a sexual way. I didn’t expect she’d ke ep provoking me like this. I sympathize with Adam in the Garden of Eden when he succumbed to Eve’s temptation. Lucky for me, I’m still standing. And goddammit it’s not easy. There’s only so much I can take before I snap like a fucking twig. I will not bite into the forbidden fruit, I r epeat over and over in my head. I focus on my hit list. Marinate the meat. Another drink. Then, a shower. Absolutely no jerking thinking of her. You got this. I return to the meal pr eparation. My phone rings. I wipe my hands and snatch it from the counter. It’s Noah. Fuck. “Hey, buddy.” “Hey,” he says. “Is Keira okay?” “Yes, she is. She’s here.” He lets out a loud exhale. “Thank God. I was worried. I’ve been trying to call her, but there’s no answer.” “Her phone battery is dead. She just plugged it in.” “Got it,” he says. “I know I ke ep r epeating myself, but thanks again for doing this. And thanks for buying her a new i Phone.” “Stop saying that. It’s not a big deal.” “It is a big deal. My sister is a handful. We both know it.” Yes, she is. “And the mouth on that girl,” he says. Don’t remind me. “She never shies away from speaking her mind.” “No, she doesn’t. The woman can drive any rational man insane.” I’m teetering on the edge of insanity as we speak. “You know as well as I do, when she wants something, there’s no stopping her,” he says. “Been there, done that.” “The woman is as stubborn as a mule.” “I won’t argue with you.” “And opinionated.” “Yup.” “Even though I’m eternally grateful, I can’t help but feel guilty,” he says. “What are you talking about, Noah?” “I want to make sure you guys aren’t locking horns.” I frown at the phone. “Why would you say that?” “When I texted Keira last night to make sure she arrived safely, I inquired about you.” She never mentioned it. “She told me you were out clearing your mind. I’ve had to walk away from her a few times myself in the middle of heated debates, aka her trying to get her way. What did she do or say to piss you off?” “We’re still learning how to live together.” “I speak from experience... not an easy task, which is why I can’t thank you enough for being willing to put up with her.” He chuckles. I laugh. “She texted me earlier to let me know you were taking her underwear shopping. What the hell, man?”
Keira, what were you thinking wording it like that? “She arrived with nothing more than a backpack and the clothes on her back.” “What the fuck are you talking about?” “There was a screw up at the hotel. It’s unclear if her luggage was stolen or lost.” “I didn’t know about the luggage.” “I suspect she didn’t want you to worry,” I say. “It was a rough trip back to the US for her.” “Sounds like it. You also took her clothes shopping?” “I did.” “I’ll wire you money to cover those purchases––” “Absolutely not.” “Stop being a stubborn ass, Hartford,” he says. “The deal was for you to give her a place to crash. Not buy her a new wardrobe and God knows what else.” The crotchless panties flash in front of my eyes. “This goes above and beyond your big brother duties. She’s my little sister and my responsibility.” I get where he’s coming from. His mom did a good number on him growing up. Still, a wave of possessiveness takes over me. “She’s in my house, under my roof, so she’s my responsibility. We made an oath a long time ago. When you can’t st ep in, I do.” Noah laughs on the other end. “What’s so funny?” “There are no bounds to your fierce loyalty.” Loyalty runs both ways. “None,” I say. “After all, you saved my ass more times than I can count.” “Yes, I did,” he says. “While we’re on the subject of assholes, don’t let any fuckers around her. And if a moron thinks he has a chance with her, I can count on you to make sure the body disappears without a trace. You have enough money to hire the best hitmen.” “First, those scenarios only happen in Hollywood. Second, Keira is twenty-three. It’s not like I can ground her.” “Why the hell not?” We both laugh. “I’m a lucky bastard to have you as my best friend, Rhys.” I groan under my breath. He’d crush me with his bare hands if he knew I was harboring impure thoughts towards his sister. “I don’t have time for this bromance,” I say. “Asshole.” I chuckle. Noah lets out an insufferable sigh. “I’m trying hard not to get into her business, but I can’t help it. It’s wired in me to protect her.” He’s has done a better job of taking care of his little sister than their mom ever did. “Now that she’s talking to me again, I don’t want to screw things up by being in her face.” “I get it.” His need to watch over his sister is as strong as mine. Hence, why she shut us out of her life for three years when we expressed our reservations and concerns. She wanted fame at any cost. Showbusiness is a cutthroat business. I should know. Keira being Keira, she thought she knew better and didn’t need our advice. The rift that ensued put a mountain of stress–– and sorrow––on Noah. I didn’t fare much better. “I’m being overbearing,” Noah says. “You have everything under control. She’s in good hands. Nothing will happen to her under your watch.” I think of how many times my good hands have jerked off to thoughts of biting her peachy ass. Thank God Noah can’t see my guilty face.
“Rhys?” Noah says. “She’s in good hands,” I say, hoping to convince myself. “That’s all I need to hear. All right, I’m off. We got hit by another bad storm, so everyone is spending a lot more time indoors—” “That sucks.” “As long as it doesn’t get worse and affect production again, I can live with it. We lost a day of shooting earlier this week. In any case, I’m heading next door to my neighbor’s. He has a bunch of friends coming over and we’re going to watch a footie game. He’s still trying to convince me their football is better than ours.” “As if,” I say. “Thank you,” Noah says. We chuckle. “What time is it over there?” “Four-thirty in the afternoon,” he says. “Got it. Have fun.” “Tell my sis I called. Ask her to shoot me a text when her phone is charged.” “Will do.” I hang up and stare at my phone for a long while. You need to shut out all thoughts she’s a sexy woman. She’s Cocoa Puffs, not damn dimples. Since the house is too big for me to shout, I head upstairs to deliver Noah’s message. I stride to the bathroom I designated for her. The door is ajar. A light cloud of humidity still floats in the air, but there’s no sign of Keira. I trail to her bedroom. The door is closed. I knock. No answer. I knock again. I press my ear to the door, but it’s quiet. “Keira.” Still no answer. I turn the knob and when I open the door my whole world unravels. A naked beauty is curled up on her side passed out to the world. My eyes narrow, my pulse thunders, and my cock aches at the glorious sight. Shit. My jaw tightens. Any tighter and my teeth will crack. God, she’s beautiful. When she’s sle eping like this, she isn’t Keira the ball-breaking smart mouth. She’s Keira, the sweet and vulnerable little lamb. Stop staring, you fool. Allowing my eyes to linger on my best friend’s little sister’s naked body is a speedy way to shorten my life. My head gets it. The rest of me? Not so much. If I stand here one more second, I’ll come in my jeans. St ep away from the landmine. I’m about to close the door behind me when I notice her precarious position at the foot of the bed. If she falls, that’s gonna hurt. I approach her and reach for the white towel she’s sle eping on to cover her nakedness. Damn, it’s damp. Maybe if I can scoop her in my arms gently enough, I can ease her further onto the bed and make her safe. I drop to my haunches, gently touch one hand to her shoulder. Bad idea. There’s no es caping the softness of her skin against my fingers or the faint rumbling of her breath catching sharply in her chest. God, I’d revel in the softness of her perfect skin. Unable to help myself, I inhale de eply. Notes from her lavender products tickle my nostrils. My eyes fall to her perky, soft tits, capped with mouthwatering pink nipples. They’re begging to be sucked. And by God, I want to be the one to suck them.
I can’t help my gaze from traveling south. A full bush. It’s not something you see often in LA. I like it on her. I can imagine sliding my tongue–– She’s Noah’s sister. Not a conquest. Get your head in the game. Snapping out of it, I resume my mission. I slide one hand under her bunched-up shoulder, and... I freeze when she lets out a moan. “That’s good,” she says, “that’s real good...” She’s dreaming. Be still my pounding heart. I’m about to try to move her, but she stretches, and I’m frozen once again. “Yummy,” she says and curls up again. I wonder what she’s dreaming about—cock or cake? Get on with it, man. Right. Focus. A little shove. But no. She turns towards me, her breasts coming into view, so close, so beautiful. So damn... “Do that again.” She wraps her arms around my neck. Then she snores. Nuzzles her nose right in the crook of my neck and snores. Jesus Christ. If she wakes up now, I’m sure she’ll scream the place down. Crap. Let go, dimples. “No,” she says and lets out a sexy as fuck moan. Her plea travels straight to my balls, a reminder I’ve gone without for too long. I need to get out of here. I give it another go, try to edge her back a little. The outcome is the last thing I needed. Keira’s lips stroke my cheek, her soft, warm breath caressing my face. Fuck. She moans again, sending tingles dancing through my balls and my cock swelling. My pulse is racing, my breath ragged. Wild thoughts cloud my judgment. The beast inside of me roars for release between her soft legs, and I’m seconds away from giving in to the forbidden temptation when by a miracle of God, sanity hits me upside the head. What the fuck are you doing? If I don’t es cape this perilous situation, I’m doomed. I untangle Keira’s arms from around my neck. She grumbles her displeasure, but she’s still lost to dreamland. When she rolls over and snuggles the pillow, I do a mental victory lap. Mission accomplished. My eyes land on a word tattoo I noticed when she was walking in front of me when I picked her up at the airport. I’m pretty sure I know what prompted her to etch her skin in ink, but we haven’t talked about it yet. With everything that’s happened today, it slipped my mind. I grab the top sheet and cover her with it, but not before soaking in her blinding beauty one last time. It’s a dick move, but I can’t help it. I back away, my jaw tight and my cock hard as my eyes still linger on that peachy ass. Once I’m outside her bedroom, I practically kick open the door to my own bedroom. Once I’m inside, I powerwalk to the bathroom, turn on the light with my elbow and close the door in a well-coordinated move. I lean against the door, close my eyes, and hang my head low. I’m a thirty-one-year-old successful executive, but you’d never know by the way I’m pining after my best friend’s little sister like an awkward teenage boy. I don’t want to fuck Keira. I don’t want to fuck Keira. Fuuuuck. I want to fuck Keira. I’ve been crushing on her for years, but always managed to ke ep my desire in check. Noah’s presence was the constant reminder she was the last woman on earth I should be lusting after. Now that we’re living under the same roof––and Noah is nowhere in sight––I don’t know what to do with myself.
I huff with frustration. My cock is hard enough to cut diamonds. I’m in agony, desperate for release. I push off the door and strip on my way to the shower. “Jesus.” I groan as I pull my jeans and boxer briefs down my legs, freeing my eager cock. I turn on the water and st ep under the rainfall showerhead. Fuck, it’s cold. Too cold. I adjust the temperature to something more bearable. I want to tame my dirty mind, not freeze my nuts off. Warm water rolls off me as my eyes fix on my cock that’s as hard as titanium steel. I need salvation. I slide my hand down the firm ridges of my stomach until my fist closes around my cock. I squeeze the head and groan. My need is pressing. My balls aching. It won’t take much for me to shoot my load because the sight of Keira’s naked body is the most sinful thing I’ve seen in a long while. The image is permanently seared into my mind and safely tucked away into my spank bank. I stroke myself, my hand pumping my fat cock at a frantic pace. I grunt every time my hand slides back up over my tip. With each stroke, the fucker seems to thicken and lengthen. This isn’t the first time I’ve jacked off with Keira as the object of my desire––I’ve done it too many times to count––but this is the first time I’ve been within shouting distance of her while taking my pleasure. I want her. Bad. I want her in my bed, her lips swollen from my ravishing kisses, her eyes hooded from having her pussy fucked, her body mellowed out from multiple orgasms. I want her on her knees with her pleading hazel-green eyes up to mine as she takes care of my cock between her luscious lips. Scratch that. After years of longing, I’d have no other choice but to fuck her sweet mouth until I explode in the back of her throat. She’d struggle to swallow every single drop of me. One hand against the tiles, my fist tightens around my cock and I pump hard, twisting my palm at the head the way that always does it for me. I stroke faster, eliciting a series of curses. I’m no longer in control. The buildup brewing at the pit of my stomach is intoxicating, causing my balls to pulse. I stroke with more desperate determination. “Shit,” I say through gritted teeth. My pulse races as I flash back to the carnal images of Keira from earlier —her in my boxer briefs, her in that sexy as fuck kimono and chemise, her with a towel wrapped around her chest, and her naked and vulnerable. My God, those pink nipples. My hand slides up and down every thick inch of my cock. Each stroke is pleasure and pain. I groan as I pick up speed. So damn close. So damn fucking close. My balls tighten, heavy and ready to explode. One firm stroke. Two. Three. God. “Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck.” I don’t even recognize my own voice. It belongs to another man. One nearing the de ep end. One consumed by lust. One who doesn’t give a damn if his inappropriate thoughts fan desires he has no business having. Goddammit. The world blurs around me. There’s only my desire for her and my throbbing cock ready to explode. My hand moves faster, and I groan as my balls tighten. My abs contract as a wave of pleasure washes over me. I explode, my release blasting from my swollen head. My body jerks, one leg trembling as
every nerve ending comes to life in a furious rush. “Christ.” I brace myself against the wall to avoid falling to my knees. Hot cum jets out onto the tiles in a translucent splattering gush as I suck in a long shuddering breath. My head hangs down as the water pelts my back, my mind spinning as I struggle to regulate my heartbeat. Then, reality slaps me across the face. I’m still hard. My much-needed release didn’t even put a dent into the perverse thoughts still bouncing around in my head. I doubt anything will until I have her. If I have her. “I’m fucked.” I need to get my head out of my ass. Noah asked me to watch over his little sister, not fuck her into oblivion.