Friends With Full Benefits (Friends With… Benefits Series (Book 2)) (8 page)

"Um, Brian?" Victoria replied hesitantly.

"No!"

Just then Victoria received Brian's call. She glanced at the display then asked Jillian to hold on.

"Brian, I've got Jillian on the other line. What's up?"

"Can't find the Viagra."

"It's right there in the bag."

In the car, he checked the bag again. "It's really not here."

"Oh, sorry… Shit. Check the glove box, I think I have some in there."

He opened the glove box and found a pill bottle hidden under the owner's manual. He scoffed. "You have to be the only woman on the planet who keeps Viagra in her car."

"You never know when you'll need it."

"I guess."

"So where are you?"

"Parked outside the beach house. I see a light on upstairs. Looks like she's ready for bed and some fun."

"Great. Are you ready to go in?"

He studied the pill curiously. "Just have to pop our little friend here and then call her."

"I've got her on the other line, so I’ll tell her about the plan."

"Cool. Just have her shut the light off when she's ready for me."

"I will. Good luck."

"Thanks." After clicking off the call, he swallowed the pill with a gulp of water.

Victoria switched back to Jillian. "Jillian, I've got—" Hearing music and a number of voices on the line, she repeated, "Jillian, Jillian."

"Victoria?" Jillian said loudly, "Hey, you’ll never guess who I'm looking at right now."

"I don't—"

"I'm at the hotel bar, and—"

"You're still at the hotel?" Victoria interrupted. "You need to get back to the house!"

"Why?"

"Brian is there now."

"Oh, he’s going to surprise me? That’s so sweet."

"Yes, he's going to—"

Jillian said, "Oh, shit! Rob's there. I'm not really thinking all that clearly. I've had a few drinks."

"Rob’s there?" Victoria repeated, alarmed.

"Yeah, he was depressed over this Laura thing, so I asked him to come. Oh my God, how do I explain this to—"

"Jillian, there’s something else. He's planning to sneak into the house and kinda..."

"What?"

"He’s going to play out your rape-fantasy… fantasy."

"Why would he do that?"

"Because he wanted to do something really hot and special, and he asked me, and I, uh, told him—"

"You did what?"

"I just gave him some—"

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I'm telling you now."

"Oh my God… I… I'm getting in the car now and I'll be there in five minutes. You call him on his cell and stop him."

The line went dead, and after mumbling an obscenity to herself, Victoria scrolled, panic stricken, through her contacts, searching for the number.

In the car, Brian attempted to put his wallet and cell phone in the pockets of the pants, but they were too tight. After placing them in the glove box instead, he stared up at the second story window and waited.

A moment later, the light turned out, and he smiled. "Here we go." After climbing out of the car, carrying the ski mask and rope, he headed toward the house.

He unlocked the door and slipped inside. Sitting
on
the sofa, he unzipped his fly, fished out his penis, and worked it until it was hard. It responded quickly. Victoria was right; he had never before seen it this hard or big.
Yay for Viagra!

After looking down at it, impressed, he stood and adjusted the pants so that his rigid prize was sticking out as much as humanly possible. He pulled the ski mask over his head, grabbed the rope, and tiptoed up the stairs. When he reached the second floor, he went into one room with an open door and found it empty. He approached another room with a closed door, paused outside a moment, quietly opened the door, and went inside. He could hear the sounds of breathing and could barely make out the figure of a person lying in bed in the darkened room.

"Oh, you're pretending to sleep," he whispered.

Grinning, he made his way to the bed, placed the rope down on the mattress, and let his eyes adjust to the completely dark room. He glanced down at his penis; it was still huge. He smiled, then moved near the headboard and pushed his penis toward the mouth of the person sleeping in the bed. As he gently rubbed his swollen head against the person’s lips, he whispered the dialogue he’d read in Jillian's novel, "You’re going to suck my big, dirty cock, or I’m going to kill you."

Rob was asleep until he felt something on his lips. He sleepily wrinkled his nose and mouth, then reached up to see what it was. When his hand touched the fleshy appendage, he wrapped his fingers around it while struggling to reach consciousness. Hearing someone moan deeply, Rob opened his eyes and found himself looking right at a one-eyed monster. As he struggled to figure out what exactly was happening, the man repeated, "Suck it or—"

Groaning in horror, Rob quickly released the penis in his grasp and punched the dark figure in the stomach in one swift motion. He flipped out of bed on the opposite side while emitting a high-pitched squeal.

The intruder collapsed to the floor with the wind knocked out of him. After a moment spent gasping for breath, he managed to say, "Oh, fuck."

Rob rushed to the light switch and flipped it. When his eyes finally adjusted to the brightened room, he discovered a man dressed in black and wearing a ski mask, a huge boner sticking out of his pants.

"I’m going to kill you, you fucking pervert," Rob shouted as he moved toward the man.

"Rob, wait!" The man held his stomach with one hand and put his other hand up. "It's me… Brian."

Rob froze in complete shock.

Reaching up, the man pulled off his mask.

"Brian, what the fuck?" Rob looked at him in complete surprise.

"I can explain." Brian struggled to his feet, his penis still sticking straight out.

Sickened, Rob glanced down at it, then put his hand at an angle to shield his view. Looking down, Brian saw it as well, grabbed a pillow, and put it in front of his groin.

"What are you doing here?" Brian asked.

"Evidently, I’m being raped by my best friend," Rob replied sarcastically.

"No, I mean, you’re not supposed to be here, are you?"

"Well, no, but... Wait. I have a question. Why the fuck are you dressed like a serial killer with your dick sticking out and—"

"I... uh..."

Rob flashed back a moment and gave him a horrified look. "Dude, did your dick touch my lips? Were you trying to shove it in my—"

"No, I wasn't looking for you. I, uh..." Brian began and looked at him, unsure how to answer.

After placing his hand to his lips, Rob then moved it to his nose, and cringed. "Ah, my hand smells like cock! What the fuck?"

Jillian burst into the room, scaring the crap out of Brian, who dropped the pillow. Their mouths wide open, Jillian and Rob both looked down at Brian's erection. She tore her eyes from it first. "Brian, what, uh…"

"Thank God you weren’t here." Rob turned to his mother. "He was…" Heading to the night table, he picked up the phone. "I’m calling the police."

Jillian lifted her hands to him. "Wait."

"Mom, he was looking for you. He must be obsessed with you. He was going to rape you and kill you. It's all my fault."

"I wasn’t going to kill her."

"That’s a relief," Rob said sarcastically. "But you were going to rape her?"

"Well…" Brian shrugged. "Technically, yes."

The anger boiled over in Rob. After dropping the phone, he rushed over to Brian and grabbed him around the neck. "I’m not going to call the police. I’m just going to kill you myself."

Rob squeezed him around the neck more tightly. Brian looked to be in distress.

Devastated, Jillian screamed, "ROB, STOP IT!"

As Brian grabbed Rob's wrists, Rob stared at his mother, confused. "If we're lucky, he’ll be convicted and serve maybe two years. Then he’ll get out and come back for you. I’m not going to let him."

"YOU’RE HURTING HIM. I LOVE HIM!"

Releasing his grip slightly, Rob moved his perplexed look to Brian.

"Now, let him go."

Rob released him completely, and Brian moved away, coughing, choking, and catching his breath. Rob turned toward his mother. "You love him?"

"Yes, we’ve been seeing each other since Spring Break, and we fell in love."

Rob glared at Brian and returned his attention to Jillian, even more baffled. "I'm so confused right now."

Leaning against the wall, Brian rubbed his neck as he struggled to speak. "It just... just happened. I don’t know what to say." His penis was still huge and sticking straight out.

They looked down at it, Rob sickened and Jillian absolutely flabbergasted. She asked, "Why the hell are you still hard?"

"Viagra," Brian said faintly.

"Huh?" was all she could think to say.

Grabbing the pillow again, Brian covered up.

Jillian looked apologetically at her son. "Please sit down."

Rob moved over to the bed in a haze and sat. He looked up at her as she began, "We’re getting married."

"What?"

"We’re in love, and we’re getting married. I wanted to tell you last week, but you were so depressed that—"

Rob gave her an incredulous look. "He’s going to be my new stepfather?"

"Well..." She looked at Brian, confused, and her eyes wandered back to Rob. "I mean, uh, I guess."

"No one expects you to call me Dad or anything." As soon as Brian started, he knew it was the wrong thing to say, but he couldn’t stop. Jillian gave him a wide-eyed stare, and Rob just glared at him. After shrugging his shoulders, Brian added, "I can’t be responsible for what I’m saying. All the blood is, uh, well you... I’ll just shut up now."

She shook her head while holding her chin.

Standing, Rob gave them an angry look. "This is not happening." He went to a drawer, grabbed shorts and a shirt, and put them on as Jillian watched, unsure of what to say. He moved directly in front of her. "Please just give me the car keys."

"Where are you going?"

"I’m driving home."

"Why don’t you wait until morning?"

Rob shook his head, incensed, grabbed his wallet off the dresser and his cell phone from the bed, and returned to stand in front of his mother, waiting. "I need your car keys."

She glanced at Brian then back to Rob, opening her mouth to speak, but nothing came out.

"The keys, please."

She gave him a weak smile. "Okay, maybe it's best if we all cool off and talk later. You haven’t been drinking, have you?"

"No."

"You be careful. It's late and..." She handed over the keys. "I’ll see you at the house tomorrow, and we can talk about this."

"I won’t be there then."

"Rob."

"What?"

She sighed. "Just... I’m sorry, and I love you."

After giving her a skeptical look, Rob took off down the steps.

A few minutes later, Jillian called Victoria, and after chewing her out for putting Brian up to this ridiculous stunt, told her Rob was on his way home. Two hours later, Jillian sat up in bed, completely worried, as she tried Rob’s cell phone again and again. He didn’t answer. Brian was next to her in bed, his boner making quiet a tent under the sheets.

She glared down at the protrusion. "Really?"

"Happy anniversary," he said sheepishly.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"We met three months ago today." She looked at him like she couldn't care less at the moment. He motioned with his eyes back to his problem. "It won’t go down. Do you want to do it... maybe?"

"Yeah, let's have sex. My son could be in a ditch somewhere, but let's go. What position do you want me in?"

He rolled his eyes as he pulled off the sheets, exposing his huge erection to her. "I have to do something before I need to go to the hospital."

Looking at his penis, she became a little sickened. "I don’t know how you guys walk around with those things."

"Sometimes it’s not easy." He looked up at the ceiling for a moment. "Would you mind, uh, if I took care of this myself, then... in the bathroom?"

She exhaled deeply. "If you have to." He got up, and she scowled. "Use the one downstairs. I don’t want to hear you moaning and all that." Shaking her head, she rolled her eyes. "Just don’t make a big production out of it."