Chapter Nine
Travis
T hey were being weird last night.
Not like I even had a chance to ask them about it, because they each went to their respective rooms after Cole picked Savvy up from work.
Did he tell her what I told him?
Probably. Cole isn’t great at secret keeping.
Maybe she’s pissed. Who the hell knows. All I know is that I’m growing weary of all the tension in our home. Plus, my back fucking hurts from sleeping on the couch this week.
Cole’s about to find himself a new bed mate if it doesn’t improve.
When I hear a door open and then the bathroom door close, I know Savvy is up which means I can get to working on more invoicing before I head out for the day. Yesterday, she undressed with me in the room. She’s lucky I’m not some perv and looked. It was a mega test to my self-control, though.
Cole is already out on his run, having slipped out without so much as a word. But, because he’s Cole, he made coffee, something I’m forever grateful to him for. Since Savvy is in the bathroom, I quickly change into my work clothes in the middle of the living room. I throw on deodorant and brush my teeth at the kitchen sink, then make a couple of cups of coffee for us.
She’s still in the bathroom, the shower running, when I make it upstairs, so I set her coffee down by her bed and then settle in at the desk. The pile of paperwork never ends.
I’m focused on my computer when I hear Savvy enter the room. “Hey.”
When she doesn’t answer, I glance over at her.
Big fucking mistake.
The girl is wearing nothing but two towels. One in her hair and one tightly wrapped around her body. How can a towel seem so small? I gape at her, unable to look away.
She pulls the towel out of her hair and her wet tresses fall down over her shoulder. With a devilish smirk, she tugs at the other towel. I force my gaze back to my computer screen just in time.
“Savannah,” I growl, a mixture of pissed off and turned on. “What the fuck?”
A chuckle rumbles out of her. “What?”
“Don’t ‘what’ me. You almost flashed me.”
“You would’ve enjoyed it.”
My cheeks burn hot because, yeah, I would have. That’s the problem.
“You can’t do that shit,” I state, irritation in my tone. “I told you that yesterday.”
She huffs as she moves around the room. It’s difficult not to peek at her. “Just because you tell me something doesn’t mean I have to listen. You’re not my dad, Travis.”
Before I can stop myself, I dart my gaze over to her. She’s now wearing a pair of jeans and a black bra.
A fucking bra.
And my stupid ass can’t look away from the swell of her tits and cleavage that’s so damn dangerously tempting.
She’s right. I’m not her dad.
I’m a hot-blooded male who likes what he sees.
Just like Owen Monahan?
A cold chill works its way down my spine. I’m not like that man. I’m not. Why is it so hard to control myself around her? I drag my head around to stare absently at the computer screen so I can’t see her perfect, young breasts.
“Cole kissed me last night. With tongue.”
This gets my attention, killing all ability to stay in control. “He what ?”
When our eyes meet this time, mine are filled with fury. Hers have an antagonistic glint in them.
“We made out,” she says as though her words aren’t piercing my chest and making it hard to breathe. “He grabbed my ass, and I rubbed his cock—”
“Stop,” I snap. “Just fucking stop.”
I’m no longer sitting in my chair but standing in front of it, burning with rage, and something far more sinister. Jealousy. Envy. Desire.
“Don’t worry,” she murmurs as she approaches slowly. “He broke my heart after.”
My anger deflates when I notice the hurt shining in her eyes. Out of instinct, I step closer, needing to comfort her. It takes everything in me not to grip her face and kiss the fuck out of her to get a taste of what Cole has clearly sampled.
“You’re not like Owen. Neither is Cole. You guys are good guys,” she says firmly and steps backward. “You don’t want to touch, fine. But it won’t hurt to look, right?”
I’m stunned speechless when she unhooks her bra. Her delicious tits bounce out as the bra falls to the floor. The nipples I’d only been teased with through her T-shirts this week are on display, hard and fucking beautiful.
“Sit down, Travis.” She unbuttons her jeans, and I make a choked sound. “I need relief and since neither of you want to give it to me, I’ll have to take matters in my own hands.”
Holy fuck.
I stagger until I collapse into my chair, unable to speak or do anything but stare. She picks up a hairbrush and takes her time brushing out all the tangles. It’s maddening. I want her to shove her jeans down over her hips. Unbuttoning them and then doing nothing more was just cruel.
Focus, dickhead.
Be the adult around here.
Apparently, I can’t be convinced to do that because I lick my bottom lip with desperate need to see more. She flashes me a cute, flirty smile that makes my cock throb so bad it hurts.
She shimmies out of her jeans, baring so much flawless skin. Her pink panties are sheer, showing a small line of her pussy through the material. I’m not sure if she’s hairless on purpose or if she’s just made that way. Either way, it’s hot as fuck and I love it.
“I have this thing Addison gave me,” she says as she sits down on the bed. “It’s small and discreet. It feels good though.”
I track her movements as she pulls something out of her pillowcase. It’s a tiny, flesh-colored device that buzzes when she pushes a button. Then, she scoots back and leans against the wall as she parts her thighs to me.
Am I in a dream?
Is this fucking real right now?
All I know is I want to see what she does next. I’m desperate to hear her sounds of pleasure. I want it so damn badly I can’t see straight.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, a voice rages at me to do the right thing and bolt, but I’m a granite statue, my cock the hardest part.
She bites down on her bottom lip as she begins rubbing the end of the rubber vibrator along her slit. “It’s never enough,” she whispers. “I always feel like I need something inside of me. Since you and Cole don’t want me, maybe you can buy me something I can use.”
The girl, for being so damn young, is masterful in her filthy talk. I’m a man who loves to talk dirty. Phone sex is a huge turn on for me.
This, though?
This is the hottest damn thing I’ve ever experienced.
It’s because she’s forbidden, you dope. Off-limits. Untouchable.
Normally, I’m the one who likes to do the talking and will walk a woman through getting herself off. This morning, Savvy is in complete control. I’m at her wicked mercy.
“I haven’t had sex yet,” she says, eyes closing as a moan comes out. “Mmm. I want it, though.”
My cock pulses with need, aching with its own desire to fulfill her wish.
To my utter shock, she pulls away her panties to reveal her pink pussy. The rubber vibrator teases up and down over her clit as she gasps with pleasure. Her slit glistens with her arousal. I want to unzip my pants, crawl over to her, and slide my cock into her.
Fuck.
Snap out of it, man.
But I can’t.
I want to fuck this girl. Badly.
A rush of pleasure pulses through me.
“Little S,” I rasp out. “You’re killing me.”
She flashes me a sweet, innocent smile that wars with her actions. “You can participate. Over there. We won’t get in trouble.”
My hands, fisted on my thighs, twitch to obey her. I can’t. I won’t.
“Can I see how hard I make you?” she asks, doe eyes pleading with me. “I’ve only ever seen the one and it wasn’t my choice. This is my choice. Please.”
How am I supposed to tell her no?
Owen forced her to see his, but she’s begging for mine.
Like the animal I am, I frantically yank at the button on my jeans. She moans again, pleased at my obeying her. As soon as the zipper comes down, my cock pokes out of my boxers, eager to play. I jerk the material down, freeing it momentarily before my hand becomes its captor.
Because I’m out of control, I stroke my dick while staring at this sweet girl playing with her pussy. I imagine stretching her small hole with my thickness and wondering if she would bleed.
She’s a tight, untouched virgin.
Of course she would bleed.
I would go slow, though, making her feel more pleasure than pain. Hell, I’d suck on her clit until she was desperate for pain to chase away the dizzying pleasure.
“I’m too big for you,” I blurt out, hating how wrapped up in this perverse scene I am. “You would have to practice stretching yourself to even take me in your body.”
Stupid, stupid, stupid.
Her lips part and she gasps. “Like this?”
I groan when she pushes a finger inside her pussy. I’m wondering how she feels inside. Is she slick and hot and tight?
Hell yeah she is.
“More,” I growl. “My cock is a lot bigger than your finger. You’ll need to work up to four and even that isn’t enough.”
Her eyes dart down to my dick in hand, and she nods. Then, she slowly begins pushing more fingers into her body. She has to spread her thighs as far as they will go so she can get her hand in position.
“Does it hurt?” I demand. “My cock will hurt worse.”
She whimpers. “I want you instead.”
“No. You know we can’t. This is all we get. I’m sorry, little S.”
I watch with barely contained lust as she fucks four fingers into her body. She works her clit with the vibrator in her other hand. A bead of pre-cum leaks out of my tip and trickles down the crown of my cock.
“You’re going to make me come,” I mutter. “It’s only fair you come with me.”
She nods, eyes closing as she concentrates. I squeeze my dick, trying not to come before she does which is a difficult feat. When her lips part, a needy moan escaping her, I fucking lose it. My balls tighten and I hiss in pleasure as I come too. Hot cum jets up, splattering on the shoulder of my work shirt and hitting the wall behind me. I’m making a big ass mess and don’t give a damn because she’s worth it.
“Oh God,” she whispers. “That was so intense.”
I continue to slowly milk the rest of my orgasm out of my cock, eyes fixated on her pussy as she gingerly slides her fingers out. Her hole is slick, swollen, and red from the abuse. I’d give anything to give it a few healing licks.
As the haze of our moment dissipates, guilt creeps in. It’s the slamming of a door downstairs that jolts us both into action. Savvy flies off the bed and streaks across the room toward the bathroom. I’ve never moved so fast as I leap for one of the discarded towels on the floor. I’m frantically wiping at the cum all over me, trying to get my dick put away when Cole passes the room, grunting out a quick greeting.
I stand there, horrified at what this looks like, but he doesn’t even toss a glance into the bedroom. He closes the door to his room without stopping to talk to me.
I’m a monster.
Who the fuck does this shit to their deceased best friend’s little girl?
Getting caught seems like it would have been fucking humiliating and awful, but now I’m starting to think having this secret is worse. The guilt is all-consuming.
I somehow manage to get my cock put away and out of her room without dying from shame. Barely.
We can’t do that shit ever again.
And we also can’t ever tell a soul.
Cole will kill me.