Chapter Twelve
Ben
I grip Paige's ass, lifting her higher.
She slides my tip between her folds, and I hiss.
She rocks against me, slowly taking me in.
"So good," I groan, the words muffled against her shoulder.
Her legs are tight around my waist, my cock sinking deeper and deeper into her tight pussy.
"Ben," she groans in my ear.
"God, I've wanted this," I say, the words raw.
I pump my hips, driving into her, and she cries out.
"I've wanted you."
"You have me." She rolls her hips against me, her body hot and tight around my cock.
"Jesus, you're big."
I thrust, slow and deep, and her nails bite into my skin, making me hiss. The pleasure is almost unbearable.
I thrust harder.
Deeper.
"Just like that," she breathes. "God, you feel good inside me."
She's so tight, so hot, and the feel of her pussy clenching around me, the sound of her voice in my ear—it's the best fucking thing I've ever felt.
"Harder," she begs. "Fuck me, Ben."
I drive into her, harder and deeper.
"Yes," she cries out. "Yes!"
I can't get deep enough.
Can't take her fast enough.
"You like that?" I grunt. "Like me fucking you? Your tight little pussy stretched around my cock?"
"Yes," she moans, her head falling back.
I can't last.
Not like this.
She's so hot.
So wet.
Her tits bounce, the sight pushing me closer to the edge.
I hitch her up and take one of her nipples between my lips, flicking the hard peak with my tongue, and she cries out.
I bite down lightly, and her hips buck.
"Again," she begs.
I press my teeth into her sensitive flesh again, and her pussy clenches around me, squeezing me tight.
It's the most incredible thing I've ever felt.
"Christ, you're going to make me come," I grunt.
"Yes," she breathes. "Come, Ben. I want to feel you come."
Her thighs squeeze around me, her pussy squeezing my cock, and I know it won't be long.
I need to get her there.
Now.
I release her nipple, my hand slipping between us.
"Yes," she says, her head dropping forward, her fingers tangling in my hair. "Please."
I thrust deep and hard and fast, stroking her clit with my thumb, and her head drops back against the wall.
"God, I'm going to—"
"Do it."
I pump my hips, my fingers stroking her clit.
"I can't—Oh, God, I can't—"
She comes apart in my arms, her body shaking, her muscles spasming around me, and I drive deep, my release exploding through me, pleasure ripping through my entire body as I spill into her.
We cling to each other, our bodies moving together, riding out the last waves of our release.
After, I slide my hands up her back, her skin slick with sweat.
She lifts her head, and I find her mouth.
I kiss her slowly, deeply, as our orgasms die out.
Her breath is coming in ragged gasps, and her head drops to my shoulder.
I lean into her, pressing my forehead to the wall over her shoulder as my heart pounds, and I hear a faint ringing sound in my ears.
We stay like that, her legs wrapped around me, her body pressed against the wall.
Finally, her grip on my hair loosens, and she slides her palms down my back, the touch sending a shiver of pleasure up my spine.
She presses a kiss to the hollow of my throat, then another, and I draw in a breath.
I ease her to the ground, steadying her as her feet touch down, and she gives me a soft smile.
"You okay?" I ask.
"Better than." She smooths her palms over my shirt, which is hanging open.
"Sorry," she says, her cheeks pinkening.
I lift an eyebrow.
"For your shirt," she says. "I wasn't thinking."
"Don't worry about it."
She's even more beautiful in the light.
She takes a step back and starts looking around. I realize then that her clothes are scattered among the tools and loose wires covering the floor.
I see her shirt hanging on one of the lights and step over to grab it. I hand it to her and turn to look for her pants while she dresses.
I finally spot them near a stack of boards.
"Thanks," she says when I pass them over.
She pulls them on, then bends to retrieve her sports bra. She already has her shirt on, so she just rolls it up in her hands and holds onto it, looking as unsure what to do as I feel.
She glances around, then lifts a hand to her hair.
"You've got a little—"
"Right." She smooths her hair down, though it's not doing any good. Her hair is a mess, but somehow she manages to look even more beautiful with her hair falling out of a ponytail, her face flushed, her lips swollen from kissing.
"I mean the paint," I say, realizing I should have just shut the hell up. "You've got some—"
"On my face?"
"Yeah."
"Where?"
She rubs a spot on her temple.
"Here?"
"No."
I reach out and touch a spot on her jaw, then her cheek, wiping the smear away.
Her lips part.
Her breath comes a little faster.
"Anywhere else?"
"Your nose."
I wipe a streak of pale yellow from the bridge of her nose.
"Anything else?"
"Maybe—"
Before I can finish, her mouth is on mine.
It catches me off-guard, and she takes advantage, kissing me hard and deep.
I slide a hand behind her neck, drawing her closer, and kiss her back.
Finally, she eases back, her teeth scraping over my lower lip.
"I wanted to see,” she murmurs.
"See what?"
She shrugs and turns away from me.
But I know.
Because what the hell happened here tonight?
Did I just have sex with Paige Richards?
Did I just have sex with my best friend's sister? My tenant?
This woman who's been driving me out of my mind since the moment she came back to town?
The woman I swore I wouldn't touch?
And now...
Now, what?
The thought is sobering, and the rush of endorphins fades, leaving only the truth.
I'm fucked.
And not in the good way.
"We shouldn't have done that," I say, the words coming out more brusquely than I intend.
Paige turns back, her face going blank.
"What?" she asks carefully.
"This was a mistake," I say as panic surges through me. What the fuck did I just do?
Did I just destroy the only family I have? My surrogate family since I was sixteen.
Over a quick fuck?
"This was a mistake," I repeat, my heart pounding. "We shouldn't have done this."
"Ben," she says softly, approaching me.
I jerk back.
"What the hell was I thinking? What about Jason?" I ask, words just pouring out now.
Paige's face is carefully blank.
"I wasn't really thinking about my brother just now," she says coldly.
"Jesus, you're his sister. And I'm his—"
"Friend," she says.
"Yes."
"Who just fucked me," she continues, her face growing hard.
"I'm his friend. And you're—"
She narrows her eyes. "I'm what?"
"I—" I run my hand through my hair. "What did you do to me? How could we..."
"Let's get a couple of things clear," she says, her tone clipped. "First, I didn't do anything to you. What happened here was just as much you as it was me. I didn’t seduce or cajole or trick you into fucking me. Second, what I do or don't do is none of my brother's business."
"We shouldn't have—"
"Yes, Ben. You said that already. I get the picture. It was a mistake." Her tone is icy. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have some work to finish up here. You can let yourself out."
She turns abruptly to walk to the back room.
"Paige, I didn't mean—"
"You did," she cuts in. "And I don't really care."
"Look, let's talk about this."
"There's nothing to talk about."
"Paige," I say, walking after her. "We need to—"
She spins on me.
"What, Ben? What is there to talk about?" She throws up her hands. "You don't think we should have done this. Fine. Got it."
"I didn't mean it like that," I say, though the truth is that I did.
She narrows her eyes.
"You meant what, exactly?"
"I meant, I don't think we should have done something we're going to regret."
She looks at me steadily, her expression still hard.
"Okay," she says finally. "Let's pretend we didn't."
"But—"
"That's what you want, right? To take it back? Great, you're off the hook. Poof, it's gone." She waves her hands in the air. "You can leave now. And don't worry, Ben. Your friendship with Jason is safe."
I don't know what to say.
The way she's looking at me right now is awful.
"I'm sorry," I say.
Her jaw clenches, and her nostrils flare.
"Don't be. It was nothing, remember?" she says, then turns to walk away.
"Paige."
"Just go, Ben. Technically, you own the building, but I'm renting, and I don't want you here. Leave."
She walks into the back room.
I stand there a moment, wondering what the hell just happened.
"Fuck," I mutter.
I don't know what the hell to do.
And I'm not sure if walking out right now is the best thing or the worst thing.
When it's obvious she's not coming back out to talk to me, I turn to the door.
And now you're a fucking coward, because instead of trying harder to fix this, to figure out how to make this right, I take the easy way out and walk out the door.
Because she's right. My friendship with Jason is important. He's more than a friend to me, he's a brother. He's my family. The only real family I've ever had.
And I might've just thrown that out the window tonight.
When I finally walk outside, the moon is high in the sky. It's late. Or maybe early, depending on how you look at it.
And I'm still reeling.
I'm an idiot.
That's the bottom line.
I'm a fucking idiot, because Paige is right. I made a choice tonight.
And I'm not sure if it was the right one.