Chapter 2
2
LIAM
A fter Anna ran, I should have done the same. I should have left, gone home, and let the kiss remain just a wild part of a frat party game. The problem is that I’ve been in love with her for years, and I’ve gone over that kiss in my mind a million times before tonight.
I would have made Anna Anderson mine a million times over if her brother wasn’t my best friend, making the girl I want more than anything else off-limits … until tonight when she crossed the line first. And if I’m not mistaken, she kissed me with as much need as I felt for her.
Anna wants me, and because of that, I can’t leave her alone.
I walk in and close the door behind me. I don't look at her right away, but I can feel her watching me, waiting. When I finally turn, my eyes find hers, searching. I already know what she’s thinking.
"You know what I'm going to say, don't you?"
"If it's about the kiss, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that."
She’s lying.
"You're not sorry.”
"Yes, I am," she insists, her voice too quick. "I shouldn't have done it. You're my brother's best friend. I'm your best friend's sister."
I step forward, and she backs away until she hits the counter. She’s surprised, hand shooting out to grab something for purchase, but all she finds is my shirt, her fingers fisting into the fabric.
I take another step, closing the last of the space between us. This time, she doesn’t move.
"Liam..."
"You're not sorry, Anna. You wanted to kiss me. So you did. Don't deny it."
"Why did you let me?" she breathes.
"Because I wanted to kiss you, too."
Her lips part, pink tongue darting out to wet them, and I can’t take it anymore. Brody’s sister or not, I don’t give a damn.
This kiss is nothing like the one before. This time, I don’t hold back. I take control, my tongue parting her lips as I press against her. My hands skim down her body before gripping her waist, lifting her onto the cold ceramic bathroom counter.
The space is cramped, but neither of us cares. Her fingers tighten in my shirt, her body warm against mine. I slide one hand into her hair while the other stays firm on her hip. When she wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me closer, I’m swamped with the feeling of possessiveness. She’s mine. I’ve denied it forever, but in the back of my mind, I’ve always known.
"Have you been drinking?"
"Are you drunk?"
We speak at the same time, and she giggles.
"No," she says, breathless. "I'm a sleepy drunk, so I avoided it altogether to enjoy the party."
"Thank fuck," I exhale, resting my forehead against hers. "I haven't drunk either, just one beer. I have practice in the morning."
"Oh. Brody's going to be fucked, huh?"
"Anna," I groan. "The last thing I want to think about when your tongue was just down my throat is your brother."
She giggles again. “Oh. What, uh, do you want?—”
I cut her off with my mouth on hers again, and this time, my hands get in on the action, too. They start at her hips, sliding down to her ass, then up to her breasts, feeling her nipples harden through the fabric.
“God, Anna,” I whisper.
“What?”
“I’m not going to be able to hold back much longer if we keep doing this.”
She bites her lip, tilting her head to the side so I can plant love bites on the side of her throat. She’s already hot and needy when I cup her pussy through her jeans, and all I’ve done is kiss her.
Her hands push up under my shirt, fingers trailing over my skin, desperate. My muscles tense under her touch, a groan slipping from my throat as I claim her mouth again. I’ve stroked myself so many times thinking about exactly this situation.
“Raise your hips up,” I bite out the words as my mouth moves down her gorgeous neck.
“W-what?”
“So I can get these fucking jeans off you.”
She does as I tell her, and I undo her jeans quickly, sliding them down her long legs to the floor. As soon as they’re off, I push her legs open and slide my hand into her white lace panties.
"You’re already soaked for me, aren’t you?”
The small, desperate sound she makes is answer enough.
I brush my finger over her swollen clit, and she cries out. I silence her with my mouth on hers, not wanting to be interrupted as I continue to touch and stroke her. She moves restlessly against me, reaching forward and pulling at the button of my jeans. I give her what she wants, stepping back and removing them and my boxer briefs in one fell swoop. My cock pops out, hard as steel, and Anna’s mouth falls open.
I can’t help but feel a little smug. She likes what she sees.
I cup her breasts, running circles over her nipples, still hidden under the fabric of her shirt, making her squirm. I want to see her tits so fucking bad, but I know our time in this bathroom is painfully limited.
"Liam, please."
"Please, what?" My voice is rough. "Tell me what you need."
"I need you to fuck me."
Christ, it’s a struggle not to come right now before I’ve even started fucking her. "We can wait. Find a bed. A carpeted floor.” Waiting once we’ve come this far might kill me, but I have to give her the choice.
Her answer is simple. "No."
"You deserve better."
"Then give me better later," she huffs. A woman after my own heart. "Please, Liam. I'm burning alive here."
That’s all the convincing I need. I pull off her panties and toss them on top of my discarded jeans. I grab her knees, spreading her legs, and can barely breathe. She’s so fucking perfect, her pussy ready for me, even if her expression is concerned.
“It’ll fit, right?”
I laugh. “Fuck yes, it will. I’ll make it good, Anna. I swear.”
This is my Anna. I've known her for almost ten years. She’s my best friend’s sister, and I've loved her from afar for all those years. And now she's here, kissing me, and I’m about to fuck her in a bathroom at a frat party. Am I dreaming?
"Are you sure?" I ask one more time, needing to know this is what she wants.
"I'm sure."
I curse under my breath, fisting my cock in my hand and lining it up with her entrance. Anna watches as I push inside her, her pupils blown from lust, fascinated, and panting with need as I fill her.
"Fuck, you're tight," I hiss, bracing myself with one hand on the bathroom counter. "Tell me if you need a second."
"It's okay," she whispers back, her voice unsteady. “It feels really, really good.”
I kiss her again, and it’s enough to distract her just a little, so the tension in her body eases. Soon enough, she melts into pure pleasure, and once I’m all the way inside, I let out a low groan. Her pussy is hot and fits me like a glove.
"So fucking tight," I tell her again, kissing along her jaw. "Do you have any idea how long I've wanted this?"
"No idea," she gasps, clutching my shoulders, eyes still fixed on where we’re joined.
"Years, Anna."
She meets my eyes now, shocked, but before she can respond, I roll my hips, rocking in and out of her. My thrusts are slow at first, but as I start to get used to her grip on me, they become faster and deeper.
Her ass slides across the counter, and after a moment, I slap a palm on the mirror and push forward, changing the angle and making Anna’s eyes roll back in her head.
I don’t blame her. It's so damn good. Better than I've ever imagined.
"Yes," she says, wrapping her legs around me even tighter, heels bumping against my lower back. I give in and push her tank top up, inwardly yelling for joy when I see she isn’t wearing a bra. I’m hungry to see every inch of her, including her soft, round tits and pink nipples, bouncing as I slam into her.
I fuck her, keeping steady, kissing her when her cries get too loud and swallowing down the hot-as-hell sounds she’s making for me. I catch my own reflection in the mirror. The sight of what I’m doing to her, my body pounding into her as she fights to stay seated on the counter, is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, and I have to bite the inside of my cheek so I don’t come immediately.
Anna turns to look, too, barely able to crane her neck far enough, but she’s equally affected by what she sees—her legs wrapped tight around my waist, tank top pushed up over her bouncing tits, jeans in a heap on the floor, and her panties discarded nearby. I can see my muscles strain as I piston into her, and Anna makes a small noise of pleasure at the sight.
I'm so close to coming that I can't think straight. I have to get her there first, and while she’s enjoying every second of this, I need to speed it up. I slide one hand between her thighs, and my fingers find her clit, rubbing it in fast, frantic circles.
"Come for me," I say slowly. "Come on. Come around my cock."
A second later, her orgasm hits. Anna’s thighs shake, and her body arches like she’s electrified, pussy milking my cock so hard I can barely catch my breath. My hips slam into her as I fuck her hard and deep, not holding back anymore. She’s coming for me, and I’m about to fill her up.
I come with a low groan, pushing myself all the way inside of her and letting out a ragged breath. "Fuck, Anna" are the only words I can manage.
We’re both still shuddering from the aftershocks, and I kiss her softly, every inch of her skin I can reach. Her arms are around my neck now, pressing us together as we come down from our shared high. I never want it to end. I never want to let her go.
But nothing can last forever. Anna says, “I don’t think I can stand. Can you help me?”
And that’s when I know it’s time to return to reality.