Brother’s Best Friend Biker Affair

Chapter 2

All right. So now, you get it. I mean, I’m so wrapped up in my self-pity party that I don’t pay attention to my surroundings at all, walk right into the house, and announce to the man who fills every romantic and sexual fantasy I have or ever have had… Fuck! Sorry. I’ll finish. Now, the man I’m attracted to knows I can’t achieve orgasm. Evan knows something’s wrong with me. If there’s one thing I know for certain, it’s that a guy doesn’t want to bother investing time and emotion in a girl who’s got problems. When the problem is sexual, it’s doubly true.

Don’t get me wrong. It’s not like I ever had a chance with Evan in the first place. He’s my brother’s best friend and there’s a bro code thing going on with that, I’m sure. Also, he’s a Midnight Avenger, and he has a bunch of girls who will be happy to give him all the sex he can handle without requiring any kind of relationship at all. Sorry. I’m jumping all over. The Midnight Avengers are a motorcycle club, the kind that does outlaw things. He’s an outlaw biker. The girls I’m talking about are club girls. Sweet butts. They’re like groupies but for biker gangs. Essentially, he can get laid as much as he wants and there are enough of them that he can screw a different girl every day of the week.

So, it’s not like I’m ever going to end up with him. What would he want his best friend’s kid sister for?

Well, I’m not a kid anymore but you get the point.

He sees me and says, “Oh, hey. Didn’t hear you come in. Did you come in from the back?”

I shake my head. “You didn’t see me walking through here on the way to my room?”

“No. I must have spaced.” He’s lying. I can tell he’s lying but he’s lying to spare my feelings, which is nice. “I have to run to the club to pick something up.” I think he’s lying about that, too. It’s just awkward for him.

“Have fun,” I say, trying desperately to pretend nothing happened.

Anyway, I’m pretty damned grateful that he played it off like he didn’t hear me. I think if he’d tried to talk to me about it, it would have made things even more humiliating. Anyway, the moment he’s gone, I rush to my room and fall to bed. I scream into a pillow and cry a little bit but I’m too wired and freaked out to just fall apart.

Well, naturally, I call Savannah. That makes me feel a lot better. She doesn’t offer me any insight that makes me feel better. I mean, there’s nothing that can make this situation any less horrible. Still, just talking to her makes me feel better. It always does. We talk for about thirty minutes and when it’s time to finally hang up, she says something kind of crazy. She says, “Hey, with any luck, you’ve snared him by the ego.”

“What does that mean?”

She giggles and says, “Well, maybe Evan will have to prove that he’s the man who can make you cum.”

I shriek at that and we laugh some more. I have to admit that her saying that definitely makes a positive difference. We hang up, and instead of me focusing on how humiliating things are, I get to engage in some silly fantasies about him showing up to be my orgasm-producing knight in shining armor. It’s almost enough to make me forget how humiliating everything is.

Almost.

I do feel better, though, and I decide on a shower. A minute or two later with nice, strong jets of steamy water flowing over me, I’m feeling a lot better. I take my time in the shower, just letting the heat loosen me up. The scent of lavender and jasmine from my body wash and shampoo helps, too. I stay in the shower for a long time. I only get out because I use up all the hot water and don’t want to freeze to death.

I step out of the bathroom.

I run right into Evan.

He’s in my room and now I’m naked in front of him. I stare at him in shock and I try to figure out what to say or what to do.

And then I realized he never left. He’s still wearing those pajama bottoms. I notice that I think, because he has a very, very, very fucking obvious erection forming a tent in those pajama bottoms. A very big erection… Scary big!

I stare at the tent in his pajamas and then at his face and then down again. He says, “There’s nothing wrong with you,” then, he steps forward and growls, “and unless you tell me to stop, I’m going to prove it to you.” He growls those words! It’s the sexiest thing ever!

Until he kisses me. Then, the kiss is the sexiest thing ever. I think I’m kind of in shock. I mean… Wow! He’s used to getting what he wants. I guess all of the Midnight Avenger Motorcycle Cub members are. He walks right into my bedroom and just waits for me! There’s plenty of justification for me to be offended, right?

Well, instead of being offended, I just melt against him as he kisses me. I let him move me and I moan softly and desperately as he gets me to my bed. I reach for that enormous bulge in his pants but he pushes my hand away.

Yeah… nothing is going to happen that he doesn’t decide and initiate.

Holy moly! I can’t believe how damned sexy it is. I know it’s stupid but I feel an enormous sense of relief that today is laundry day for me and I’ve got fresh sheets and blankets on the bed. I mean, I’m so lost in my head.

And I’m naked in my bed with Evan! Naked with Evan!

I feel like I might explode. He kisses me and his hands move over my body. If I end up blowing up and turning into a million tiny pieces, it almost feels worth it.