Twelve
ZAC
STUCK in the police station for two hours, waiting for my brother to be bailed out, is not how I thought I’d be spending my morning today.
The mother-fucking asshole from the club last night tried to press assault charges against him.
The charges were dropped as soon as Dean delivered the CCTV footage—the video showing that fucker hits Alyssa across the face before Bray pounces on him.
I get a text message from Alyssa on my way back to the penthouse, on my way back to my bed, where I left her.
“Fuck!” Hitting her name, I call her rather than text her back.
She’s in a fucking Uber on her way back to her place.
Alyssa hangs up on me though, before I can talk her into turning around and going straight back to bed.
“Dammit!” I hit the steering wheel and turn to look at Bray. “Stop fucking laughing. This is all your fault, you know.”
Bray raises one eyebrow at me. “Tell me, brother, how is it my fault that your girlfriend is going to work, instead of waiting for you in your bed?” He uses hand quotation marks around girlfriend—that just pisses me off more.
“Because, if I didn’t have to get up at the arse-crack of dawn to bail your ass out of jail, I would have been in bed still with my girlfriend.
I would have been able to get up to drive her home and to work, and she wouldn’t have had to get into an Uber with some fucker named John, driving like he’s in Grand Theft Auto. ”
My hands are gripping the steering wheel tight, as I drive towards Alyssa’s townhouse.
“There is just way too much wrong with that statement. I’m not gonna touch it with a ten-foot pole.
You know you’re going the wrong way, right?
The penthouse is back that way.” Bray smirks as he points his thumb over his shoulder.
Shaking my head, I tell him, “We’re going to Alyssa’s.”
I see him scrunching his eyebrows together. “Why are we going to Alyssa’s? You heard that she’s going to work, right?”
“We’re going there, because I plan on driving her to work, so she doesn’t have to catch a fucking train or take an Uber.” I take a deep breath, in an attempt to clear away thoughts of just what could go wrong if she caught a train.
Bray is quiet. Looking over at him, I see him staring back at me. “You’re really hung up on this girl, aren’t you?” he asks earnestly.
Thinking on his question a moment, I answer honestly, “I know it’s fast, but I’ve never felt like this.
Like I don’t breathe properly unless she’s in the same room, like every time I have to leave her, part of me stays with her.
I can’t shake these feelings, but honestly, I don’t want to shake them either. ”
I’m expecting some smart-arse response about being pussy whipped, but instead, I get the very rare, serious Bray.
“Good, you deserve some good in your life, but you might have to actually tell her why you don’t like her getting public transport.
Otherwise, you’re going to come across like even more of a controlling bastard than you already are.
” I know he’s right, but how do I bring up a conversation I’ve refused to have for the last five years?
“I’ll try,” is all I commit to.
“You do that. I think she will be more agreeable to not using public transport if you tell her. Also, if you’re in love with this girl, you should probably lock her down before she comes to her senses and realises she’s with the wrong brother.” He smirks.
I reach out and punch his arm, not that it affects him any. “Brother or not, I will kill you if you lay a hand on her.”
“Oh, I know you would.” He laughs.
I knock on Alyssa’s front door with Bray standing right behind me. Turning my head back towards him, I say, “You know, you can wait in the car?”
He laughs at me. “And miss this shit show you’re about to get in? Never.”
Just as I’m about to tell him to get the fuck back in the car, the door swings open to a dripping wet Alyssa, standing there in a fucking towel. I’m instantly hard at the sight, that is, until Bray opens his fucking mouth.
“Damn, I can see why my brother has given up his balls to you, Lyssa.”
Stepping into the open doorway, I grab Alyssa’s waist and walk her backwards a few steps before slamming the door in Bray’s face.
Alyssa stands there, staring at me like I’ve lost my head.
I probably have. I can’t believe she’d answer the door in a fucking towel.
“I’ll just wait in the car, kids,” Bray yells through the door.
“Umm, hi?” Alyssa questions, holding the towel tighter around her body.
“Hi? Hi?” I question back. “Why the fuck are you answering the door with no clothes on?”
Walking her backwards, I’ve got her backed against the wall before she answers, “Because I just got out of the shower, and then some ass was trying to bang my bloody door down. So, I thought: huh, maybe if I opened it to see what the ass wanted, the door would stay intact.” She’s smiling up at me like butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth.
“Some ass, huh? What if it wasn’t me at the door? Do you let any random ass see you in a state of undress?” Trailing my fingertips down her arm, I watch as her skin pebbles under my touch.
“I, ah…” Shaking her head, she pushes me back. “I don’t have time for this, Zac. I need to get dressed and get to work.” She marches back up the stairs. I follow her like the lost fucking puppy I am whenever I’m around her.
Standing in her doorway, I take in her room.
It suits her, matches her. She has a queen-size bed with a large cream fabric bedhead, with white covers and pink pillows in varying shades and sizes.
Hearing the slamming of a drawer pulls my attention back to her.
She’s standing at a white dresser, holding her scrubs.
She glares at me. “Are you planning on watching me get dressed for work? Why are you here, Zac?”
“I’d much rather watch you undress.”
Smirking, I roam my eyes up and down her body. Then she does the unthinkable. She drops her fucking towel and stands there, just feet away from me, naked. She smiles like she’s just won an argument.
“If you want to actually make it to work in time, sunshine, I suggest you cover that delectable body of yours up, now,” I grunt out.
Alyssa tilts her head, her eyes roaming up and down my body.
I can’t help the erection that is painfully trying to escape the confines of my jeans.
It seems I just have to be in the same room as her, and I’m instantly fucking hard; but being in a room with her naked takes it to next-level fucking hard.
As her eyes linger on my straining erection, I groan and readjust myself.
I remind her of what she should be doing.
“Sunshine, if you want him to come out and play, he’s more than willing.
But if I get my hands on you, we won’t be leaving this bedroom for the rest of the day. Your choice.”
She dresses quickly. I watch every move, every curve of her body being covered up by those damn scrubs.
When she turns her back to me, I adjust my cock again.
He’s not getting the message that it’s not playtime.
Alyssa turns back around and I’m stunned.
She looks like a fucking wet dream. I never got the whole nurse roleplay thing before, but fuck me, she can give me a sponge bath any fucking day.
My eyes roam over her. It’s like they can’t decide which part of her body they want to take in; it’s all just that damn good.
She stands there in blue scrubs. Her hair is piled up on top of her head and a stethoscope hangs around her neck.
Rubbing a hand over my jaw, I try not to let out the moan that wants to escape.
“Dammit, I thought covering your body would give my cock the message it’s not playtime. But damn, sunshine, you look like a fucking wet dream in those scrubs.” Shaking my head, my eyes continue to roam up and down her body.
She saunters up to me. Laying a hand on my chest, she looks up and asks, “Did you bring the Batmobile?” Confused at her question and with the blood currently all being directed to my cock, I grunt out, “Uh-huh.”
Then she does something that blows my mind. Her hand slides down my chest. She has my belt and jeans undone before my brain can catch up with what she’s doing. Reaching into my boxers, she frees my cock, stroking up and down softly.
My cock is already fucking hard, pre-cum leaking from my tip.
Alyssa drops to her knees and looks up at me.
I swear I could fucking come just from seeing her in front of me on her knees.
She swipes her tongue, licking my shaft from my balls up to the tip before swirling her tongue around the tip.
She repeats this action two more times before she takes me into her mouth fully.
It takes everything in me not to come as soon as I hit the back of her throat. Alyssa moans around my cock, sending vibrations right down to my balls, before swallowing.
“Fuck me.”
She looks up and smiles around my cock before sliding her mouth right up to the tip and back down again.
I’m not going to last long. The wet, warm feel of her mouth, her eyes peering up at me, it’s too much.
I can feel my balls start to tighten, tingling sensations running down my spine.
Grabbing the sides of her face, I hold her still as I pump my cock in and out of her.
“I’m gonna come,” I warn her, giving her the chance to pull back.
She grabs my ass and pulls me into her mouth, sucking harder. I come in long, hot spurts down her throat and she swallows every last drop. She licks my cock clean before I lift her up, holding her chin as I claim her mouth with my own. I can taste myself on her, but I couldn’t fucking care.
“That was the best damn blowjob I’ve ever had,” I praise her, using my thumb to rub her now swollen bottom lip.