Being With the Brothers Next Door (2 page)

“Hey.” He still wore that goofy smile. He placed his forearm on the wall beside her head and leaned in. He was close enough that his warm breath teased the side of her face. “
You enjoying
the party?” His voice was clear and smooth despite the fact he was obviously trashed.

“Yes, I am.” Sasha looked anywhere but at Tanner, because frankly his close proximity made her feel on edge.
 

There was so much action and commotion around them, yet Sasha felt like it was only them in the room.

“Look at me.” Those three words were soft, but deep and filled with a kind of command. Sasha turned and looked into his hazel eyes, and felt like the situation was different from any other time before. Neither said anything for several long moments, and then he leaned in another inch, and she held her breath. “You look real pretty tonight, Sasha.” The way he said it held a note of heat that she felt all the way down to her toes. Suddenly the room was overly hot, and she couldn’t catch her breath.

“I can’t breathe.” Tanner held her gaze, and his grin kicked up a notch, but he still didn’t lower his arm and allow her to escape, which is exactly what she wanted to do. He finally straightened and let his arm drop to his side. Sasha hurried past him and out the back door. God, she felt like a little kid running away. The fresh air hit her as soon as she stepped on the back patio. There were a few people outside, but the majority of the partiers were inside doing keg-stands or playing strip poker.

“Killer party, Sasha.”
A drunken girl in a mini skirt wobbled over to her. Sasha had seen her once or twice, thought her name was Kristen or Kirsten, but smiled regardless and thanked her. Who was she kidding? Sasha knew about a handful of people personally at this party, and since she was being honest, she felt uncomfortable with the whole scene. This had never been who she was. All through high school she stayed under the radar. If not for her brother and the twins being so popular and lavishing her with attention that first year, there was no doubt she would have been labeled
a nobody
. As it was, no one messed with her because she was associated with the three guys. Once they had graduated she faded into the background, and the last few years of school had passed in a blur of her immersing herself in schoolwork.

“
You feeling
okay?” She tensed when she heard Tanner’s voice behind her.
Like right behind her.

Sasha took a deep breath and got her bearings. When she turned around and looked into his face her body lit up like a firecracker. “I’m good, Tanner.” His dark brown hair was messy around his head, like he had been running his fingers through it. The t-shirt and faded jeans fit him so damn perfectly it was no wonder the girls flocked to him and Jonas like there was no one else in the room. Her reaction to him and his twin was inappropriate and wouldn’t lead anywhere, yet she couldn’t help herself.

“You know.” He took another step forward. “Since Jonas and I came back for the summer you’ve been acting strange.” He took another step forward, and another, until he was toe-to-toe with her. She had moved over to the side of the house, partially away from everyone else. Right now she regretted that, especially with the arousal that coursed through her like a freight train. “You know what I think?” He leaned in so close that only an inch separated their mouths. The side of the house was hard and cold behind her, and Sasha placed her hands flat on the siding, needing to feel something stable. “I think you like hiding behind a façade, but guess what?” She forced her eyes open when tendrils of her hair tickled the side of his face from his breath.

She licked her lips and breathed out, “What?” He looked down at her lips then back at her eyes.

“I know that you want me as much as I want you.” And just like that the world fell away until the only thing she was aware of was Tanner’s body pressed against hers. He slipped his hand behind the heavy fall of her hair and gripped her neck. His thumb brushed along the side of her jaw, and then he tilted her head back and slanted his mouth on hers. The taste that was all Tanner bathed her tongue in a spicy, intoxicating flavor. A moan surrounded her, but she couldn’t tell if it came from him or her. He pulled away just enough that his lips barely touched hers, and said, “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to kiss you.”

She had to be dreaming, because things like this just didn’t happen to her. She wanted to ask him what he meant, and why he never said anything, but Sasha couldn’t form a coherent word. He took hold of her hand and placed it right over his chest. The steady
thump-thump
of his heart was strong and steady. He moved their conjoined hands over his hard, rippled abdomen and right over the very prominent and hard erection that pressed against his jeans. Her eyes widened, and her heart stalled.

“Do you feel that, Sasha? You make me so fucking hard.” His lips were still barely touching hers as he spoke, but it was the way he said those words and pressed his hips into her palm that had her feeling like Alice falling down the rabbit hole. He moved his lips along her cheek, over her jawline, and down to the pulse that beat erratically below her ear. “Just thinking about you makes my cock harder than any other time before.
 
All I’ve thought about, for years, Sasha, is being buried inside of you.” She let her head fall back against the house and closed her eyes as he ran his tongue and teeth along the side of her throat.

“You’re drunk and don’t know what you’re saying, Tanner.” She meant to sound more sure, more determined to stop this, but her words were all breathy, and the complete opposite of what she had been going for.

He ignored her statement and continued to lick and nip at her skin until Sasha couldn’t think clearly. This needed to stop, because if she let it go any further she would give herself to him pressed against the side of his house.

Finally he responded to her. “Yeah, I am pretty drunk.” Her heart plummeted at his words. “But I’m not that drunk that I don’t know I have my best friend’s little sister against my house with her hand on my cock.” He emphasized his words by grinding himself against her hand. “You could’ve told me to get the fuck back, could still tell me that, but you know what, Sasha?” His mouth was back on hers, and his tongue was moving against hers. He let go of her hand, but to her utter surprise she kept it right where he left it—on his shaft, and a part of her knew that he had known that would have been the outcome. He slipped his hand up her bare thigh, under her dress, and covered her pussy. A gasp left her as the pads of his fingers skimmed along her skin. “I bet your pussy is wet from me, isn’t it?” He didn’t wait for her to answer before he was speaking again. “Yeah, I bet you’re fucking soaked, Sasha.”

Her name came out as a groan, and the image of him above her, thrusting in and out of her body, slammed into her head.

She was wet for him, but how could she actually form the words and tell him that? This whole situation was exciting, arousing, but frightening as well.

“I—”

He rubbed her through her panties, and there was no doubt he felt how saturated her panties were. His fingers moved back and forth over her silk-covered cleft, and a harsh moan left her at how good it felt.

“You don’t have to say anything, baby.” He claimed her mouth again until her knees were weak and he was the one holding her up with his hand on her hip. “The only thing you have to tell me is that you want my fingers touching your bare pussy.” A gasp left her when he applied a minimal amount of pressure right over her clit.

“God,
yes
.”
She couldn’t take the words back, not now that they tumbled from her mouth involuntarily.

“No, baby,” he whispered against her mouth. “Tell me what you want me to do. I want to hear you say it.” He continued to rub her clit, adding a little more pressure, and she grew impossibly wetter. She should feel like a slut letting him touch her like this, out in the open where anyone and everyone could see if they just rounded the corner, but the part of her that had wanted him for so long couldn’t and wouldn’t say the words to put a halt to all of this.

“I don’t want you to stop, Tanner.”

He grunted against her and pressed against her clit harder.

“I want this. I want you.” She curled her fingers into his broad shoulders and held on. “God,” she breathed out, “I want to feel
all
of you.”

“Do you realize how long I’ve wanted to hear you say those words, Sasha?” His words were low, deep, and held a hint of longing that matched
her own
.
“So.
Fucking.
Long.” He gripped the edge of her panties and pushed them aside. When his fingers touched the bare folds of her pussy a moan slipped from her. “
Fuck
, you are
so
fucking juicy, baby.” First he slipped one finger inside of her, just to the first knuckle, and moved the digit around. When he added a second one her mouth parted in wonder at the stretching, pleasurable feel of him inside of her. With two thick digits wedged in her pussy she couldn’t think clearly. There had been so many times she imagined this happening, although they didn’t involve the sound of vulgar rap music in the background or drunk people just on the other side of the house. It was either vivid images of Tanner or Jonas touching her, and a few times she had thought about both of them caressing her at the same time. He worked his fingers in and out of her, pushing in a bit deeper each time, and causing more wetness to seep from her body and cover his hand. She was so damn ready for him she couldn’t stand it any longer.

“You’re so tight and hot, so primed for me, baby.”

Could he tell she was a virgin? He didn’t mention anything about it, so Sasha kept her mouth shut, not wanting to say something that might ruin this moment. She was finally letting go, allowing herself the freedom to experience what she wanted, and not worry about the backlash. And yes, there would be repercussions, because she couldn’t imagine what Rian would say or do if he ever found out what Tanner was doing to her, or what she wanted him to do to her.

“It feels so good, Tanner.” He claimed her mouth and swallowed the moan that spilled from her. He moved his thumb up her cleft and to her clit. Moving the nub back and forth, he rubbed her until she stiffened. Her orgasm was right at the surface, and it wouldn’t take much more to set her off.

“Don’t stop talking now.” He kissed her lightly on the lips. “I like hearing how good it feels.” He rubbed her faster and pumped into her harder until she bit her lip and groaned out her orgasm. “Fuck.
Yeah
.”
He didn’t stop touching her until she begged him to slow down, that she was too sensitive and couldn’t take anymore. “You want more, Sasha, don’t
you.
” It wasn’t a question. Surprisingly Sasha nodded. She was sated from her climax, yet hearing Tanner’s rough timbered voice had her body heating for him all over again. “I want you, baby.”

He pulled back and stared into her eyes. Pulling his fingers form her still clenching pussy he brought the two digits up so she could see how they glistened from her wetness. As if everything happened in slow motion, her eyes widened when he brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked her cream completely off. A rough sound left him.

“Dammit, you taste so fucking good.” He dropped his hand. “I bet if I put my mouth on your cunt right now, and sucked that tight little clit of yours, you’d come all over my face, wouldn’t you?” Her chest rose and fell in harsh intervals as his vulgar words filled her.

The shadows were thick and surrounded them, concealing him partially, but allowing her to see the fire behind his eyes. When she didn’t say no he attacked her mouth in a bruising kiss. He tasted so good that Sasha found herself grabbing his hair and trying to get as close as possible. The sound of him pulling her panties to the point they ripped and fell to her feet had her heart jackhammering in her chest. Then he pulled away, reached for a condom, and quickly tore it open. Clearly he wasn’t as drunk as she initially thought if he was coherent enough to put on a condom.

Was she really about to do this? God, she hoped so, because this was the single most thrilling experience of her life. He gripped her behind both knees, and with
a strength
she was all too familiar with, lifted her so she was forced to wrap her legs around his waist and hold on to the back of his neck for support. He kissed her again, slipped his tongue in, and fucked her mouth like he was about to fuck her pussy. The hot, impressively hard length of him pressed against her pussy, and they both made unintelligible sounds of pleasure. His hands were like vise-grips on her hips, keeping her grounded, but also holding her in place for what he was about to do. He lifted her up and angled her hips out slightly so the tip of his cock pressed against her opening, and then he pushed in so fast and hard tears blurred her vision. There was no hesitation on his part, not with the way every hard, thick and long inch of him slammed into her body.