6. Chapter 6
WE STEP across the threshold from the hallway into Bram’s room and while he may be gung ho about this whole situation, I am freaking the fuck out.
Yes, I’ve thought about this very moment with Jolie. But in those fantasies it never included another guy. Jordan and I have shared plenty of women before he started dating Lacie. I’ve had a few with another guy since then, but none of them meant more than a one night stand. The puck bunnies got to say they fucked a hockey player, and we got our dicks sucked or whatever else we wanted that night.
But Jolie is different. She means something to me. I care about her. I’ve loved her since I was seven years old when I saw her sitting there at the end of the pool looking sad with her bright blonde pigtails. Jordan knew it then, and he knows it now. It’s why he was so upset when I told him I was coming here.
“Don’t, Joaquín. You weren’t good enough for my sister in high school, and you sure as shit aren’t good enough for her now.” He told me.
“Fuck you, asshole. I’m your best goddamn friend and that’s what you think of me?”
“You are my best friend and I love you like a brother, which is how I know that my sister deserves better. I’d have to murder you if you ever hurt her, and I really don't want to have to do that.”
“Why do you assume the worst of me?” I asked him, but the answer I got was not what I wanted to hear despite it being the truth.
“Because I’ve seen your worst, Bean. You’re young and rich and have had any woman you wanted with a snap of your fingers. I can’t let my sister be another notch in your belt.” He stared at me with pleading eyes, begging me to leave her alone.
But the thought of leaving her in the hands of slimy Bram made me sick to my stomach.
“I can’t let Bram have her, Jo.”
“Then go stop her, but don’t touch her,” he told me, and I agreed…to stop her from being with him.
Now we stand in his bedroom and he’s eyeing her like a juicy steak he’s going to devour. Over my dead fucking body .
He makes a move towards where she stands, her fingers knotted together, and begins kissing her neck. I swallow my anger and try to keep my cool. I walk slowly up behind her and bring my mouth to the shell of her ear.
“You ready, Bunny?”
“Y-yes,” she breathes out.
I take her earlobe between my teeth and bite down gently, before flicking it with my tongue and stepping back. She looks over her shoulder to watch me and I reach back, taking my collar in my hand and rip it off. I know what I look like. I’m an athlete. So I’m not surprised when she gasps at seeing my abs. Without any hesitation I undo the button on my jeans and let them fall to the floor. Her eyes follow the jeans as they float down, then make their way leisurely back up my legs and freeze when she sees my dick pushing through the fabric of my boxers.
Bram continues placing kisses on her neck and shoulder, working to try and free her from her top, but she isn’t moving while staring only at me.
“Did you not get a good enough look in the pool earlier?” I ask her, and her eyes fly up to meet mine.
Her cheeks are red with embarrassment and her mouth moves, open and close, silently. I return to where she stands, Bram now working on her pants having abandoned her top, and take her hand in mine.
“Why don’t you feel it? Tell me if this is going to work for you, Bunny.”
I slide her hand inside of my underwear and help her wrap her fingers around my stiff shaft. She sucks in a deep breath and I feel her hand shake as she grips me. I brush her hair away from her face and want so badly to kiss her, but I don’t want to do it while Bram is undressing her. I need all of her attention on me and only me.
“You’re soaked baby,” Bram says and I look to see his fingers shoved into her black panties, his fingers no doubt deep inside her pussy.
I control the urge to rip his head right off his shoulders. Instead, I’ll just save it for practice and maybe break those fucking fingers to teach him a lesson. Jolie moans and I can’t take it any longer.
Bram works her over with his fingers and I capture her mouth. Her lips are plump and so damn soft and she tastes like what I imagine heaven does. My tongue twists with hers and I can’t hardly believe that I’m actually kissing her. My dream girl.
With my hand still wrapped around hers, I begin to move up and down my shaft. I pump and feel my dick grow harder as our kiss deepens, and I almost forget that Bram is here until he says, “Lay down. I want to take my time eating you.”
It’s like crashing into a brick wall at one hundred miles an hour. Our moment is destroyed in an instant, and Jolie yanks her hand away. If my dick could talk it would wail like a baby.
I watch Jolie sit on the bed and her top finally makes its way onto the floor. Bram’s fingers hook into her panties and he begins inching them down her legs. I take to removing the bra that covers her tits and I see Bram’s head disappear between those gorgeous creamy thighs.
“Shit,” she moans and I hate that it’s not because of me.
My mouth moves against her neck and across her collarbone until it reaches her pert nipple. The pink bud is just beckoning me to worship its beauty. I flatten my tongue and lick before sucking it in my mouth. The fingers of my other hand play and massage her as I continue to lap at her heavy breast.
Bram rises to his feet and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “Are you on birth control Jolie? I would love to feel you squeeze my dick.”
My mouth pops off of her with a loud smack and I bore daggers into Bram. “You fucking serious? You’re not fucking her without suiting up. Get a goddamn condom Bram or get out of here.”
“If she wants me to, I will. I just thought–”
“You didn’t think shit, is the problem. Who knows how many fucking puck bunnies you screwed this week.” I’ve moved to stand in front of him, my back to Jolie as I block Bram from looking at her. “No condom, no sex. Simple as that.”
Bram takes a step back and holds up his hands. “Relax Joaquín. I’ve got it.”
He reaches over to his nightstand and pulls it open, sticking his hand in and coming away with a strip of condoms. He tosses one to me and I examine it. Once this slides on, there’s no turning back. My relationship with Jolie will change forever, for better or worse.
“Are you okay with this, Jo?” I ask her one last time, giving her an out.
She nods and murmurs, “mhm.”
“Is there anything you don’t want to do? We’ll follow your lead.” Jolie chews on her lip, looking from me to Bram nervously. “We can take turns if taking both of us at once is too much.”
She begins flipping her bottom lip in and out of her mouth rapidly, her sign that she has a secret and she’s debating on whether or not she should spill it.
“Um, so…I, uh,” she sits up and crosses her hands over her exposed breasts.
“Spill it, Bunny. I know there’s something you want to say.” Her head falls and I hear a faint whisper spill from her lips. “Can’t hear you, Jo. Say it again.”
Her head pops up, tears in her eyes, and with a wobbly voice she says, “I’ve never had sex before.”
My heart stops and the world quits spinning on its axis. There is no way I heard what she said.
“How is that possible?” I ask, then notice Bram’s face alight with excitement.
There is no fucking way in hell or heaven or outerspace I’m letting that douchebag take what he will never deserve.
“Get your clothes, Jolie. We’re leaving.” I squat down and start picking up her discarded clothing.
“What do you mean you’re leaving? We’ll go slow. It’s no big deal,” Bram says like we’re splitting a cheeseburger.
“It’s a big fucking deal and there is no way you’re taking something that doesn’t belong to you. Get up, Jolie!”
“Who does it belong to, then?” he asks with a snort. “You?”
“You bet your goddamn life it belongs to me. She belongs to me.” I shove my leg into my jeans, angrily and fuming that I let it get this far. “She’s been mine since we were seven years old, and I’ll be damned if you lay one more finger on her.”
I toss her leggings on the bed, roll up her sweatshirt and gently pull it over her head. She slips her arms through the sleeves, and her hair stands on end from the friction.
“I can dress myself, Joaquín,” she says.
I look at her and pull her face into my hands. “I know you can, Bunny, but I need to do this.”
I kneel at her feet and guide them through her leggings until she’s clothed. I snatch her underwear and bra and shove them into my pocket, then hold out my hand for her.
“So you’re just going to leave me here like this?” Bram asks, pointing his finger at his dick that is standing at full attention.
I nod with a “Yup. You’ve got two hands. You can figure it out.” I grab my shoes and hand Jolie hers. “Come on, Bunny.”
I lead her out of the room and away from this house. She will never step foot into this house or another one of these parties again.
Not as long as I’m breathing.