Bad For You: (An Older Brother's Best Friend Romance) (21 page)

I’m so screwed.

No, screwed is an
understatement. I’m pretty much done for. I thought I was going to have a panic
attack during dinner. I sat there, chugging glasses of water and silently
praying it would mutate into something containing alcohol – lots of
alcohol. I racked my brain for the best excuse to come up with for when Zeth
decided to rat me out.

I almost died from
humiliation when my mom told him I’m saving myself for marriage. According to
her, I have virtues. She assumes that, anyways. She’s the one who made that
pact, not me. I’ve never once said I’m saving myself for marriage. I know if
she finds out I broke her hopes and dreams, she’ll probably ship me away to do
some soul searching this summer. I’m not about to do any of that eat, pray,
love crap.

But Zeth shockingly
kept his mouth shut. Instead, he decided that I was going to be his enjoyment
for dinner. I wanted to lean across the table and strangle him for the endless
sexual innuendos and comments he made, trying his best to get me all riled up.
He’s bad news. I know he’s going to use this as leverage and if I make one
wrong move, he’s going to tear me in two.

I can’t have that
happen. It’s time to make a deal.

“Love you too,
mom.” I hear his rugged voice say when I stop in front of his bedroom door. I
wait until I hear silence and knock. I shuffle my bare feet back and forth
against the carpet, waiting for a reply, but get nothing. I knock again, only
silence.

“It’s Addison,” I
say softly, hoping he can hear me.

I jump when the
door clicks open and his six-foot frame is standing in front of me, way too
close into my space. I gulp, suddenly becoming aware of my own breathing when I
eye his bare chest. He’s sculpted to perfection and I can’t help but stare.

Holy shit. He’s
ripped, like insanely ripped. Tattoos swirl around his arms. Adrenaline spreads
through my body like a bullet, and I use every ounce of self-control I have to
not reach out and touch him. I squeeze my thighs together when I notice the
only thing covering him is a towel hanging low on his hips. A deep V cuts down
his abdomen and dips underneath the terry fabric.

The air grows
thick. I need to turn around and flee, but my feet are refusing to make that
jump start because I want to continue eye-fucking him. I know I can’t touch … but
looking isn’t bad, right?

“You know if you
get busted down here, it’s my ass, princess,” he says, harshly.

He’s right. If I
get caught down here, they’ll blame him. They’ll somehow twist it around to
look like he forced me to come down to his bedroom. My mom has this assumption
that I do no wrong.

I gasp when he
snags my chin roughly in his hand and drags it up for me to look at his face. “Usually
I’m the one to get told,
“my eyes are up here,”
but hey, my eyes are up
here,” he says, arrogantly. “Unless you’re going to do something about it, quit
eyeing my cock like you want to wrap your innocent little lips around it. I
don’t feel like jacking off tonight.”

“Our parents are
asleep,” I say, only answering his first comment because I sure as hell don’t know
how to respond to the second one.

He arches a brow. “Is
that an invite?”

“What? No!”

“Your loss,” he
says, throwing his hands up. He walks backwards and falls down on the bed. His
vibrant green eyes meet mine while I stand there awkwardly playing with my
hands, trying to figure out where to start. I should’ve pre-planned my speech.

“To what do I owe
the pleasure of this visit?” he finally asks, helping me out. His eyes travel
down my body this time. “And FYI, I like this look on you.” My hair is pulled into
a messy ponytail, and all I’m wearing is a short pair of striped pajama bottoms
and a tank top. “I’d prefer you always come to my room naked, but I guess this
works, too.”

I roll my eyes. I
need to cut to the chase before I chicken out. “You’re not going to tell them,
are you?” I ask, walking into the room.

He kicks one leg up
and rests his back against the headboard. If I bend down, I know I’ll get a
view of his cock. I swallow hard. He’s trying to fuck with me.

A smile forms on
his thick lips, giving me a show of his straight, white teeth. “Ah, so this is
why you’re here? Not to shower me with welcome love or jump in my bed, but to
make sure I won’t rat on your pretty ass. My lips are sealed, virgin princess.”

I scowl at him, but
chose to ignore his insult. “Thank you,” I say, in relief.

“It’s not my
business to tell. And I expect the same from you.”

“What?”

“You won’t be
opening up your mouth when I break the rules, either. You’ll turn around, walk
your sassy ass up those stairs, and act like you didn’t see shit.”

I close my eyes and
feel my body start to blush as I think about him having sex in front of me.
Goose bumps roll across my skin. I’m more excited at this moment than I’ve ever
been with Cam, and he’s not even touching me.

I take a deep
breath and shake my head. He can’t know he’s getting to me.

“Oh really?” I huff
out. “Because that’s what you did to me? You turned around and left me alone?”

He laughs. “It was
too good not to interrupt. You two looked like you were giving a tutorial on
the worst attempt of fucking. Was it your first time? Please tell me it was
your first time and that sex really isn’t that painful for people.”

I pretend his
insult doesn’t cut straight through me. “For that comment, I won’t be turning
around and running. I think it’s only fair I interrupt you and make a scene in
front of whatever hooker you paid to come here.”

“Interrupt, partake
in the fun, watch. I don’t mind if you do any of those. But you won’t be
opening up your mouth. We both fuck freely and no one else will know.”

“Fine, deal.”

I will not be going
downstairs unless it’s completely necessary.

“Doesn’t it suck,
though?” he asks, stopping me when I turn around to leave.

“Doesn’t what
suck?”

“Sneaking around?
Hiding what you’re doing because they have a giant, holy stick up their ass.”

“I’m sorry, but I’m
not going to tell my parents I’m having sex.” He raises a brow. “Oh shove it,
I’m sure you didn’t go around telling your mom you were banging girls in your
room.”

A sly smile beams
across his face. “Oh babe, my mom definitely knew I was fucking girls in my
bed. They couldn’t hold back their screams. And trust me, they never had to be
told to open their legs wider. I made sure to give it to them right. The
deeper, the better.”

I feel an aching
numbness in my nipples. I wrap my arms around my chest tightly, so he won't
notice how his words are turning me on.

“I highly doubt
that,” I snap, mad at myself. I’ve never felt this turned on before, not even
with my boyfriend, and he’s doing nothing but insulting me.

 “How old are
you?”

I lean back against
the wall. “Eighteen.”

“You’re an adult
and you’re still here? Move out and fuck freely in your own place.”

“It’s more
complicated than just moving out and having my own place. That’s not easy.” I
wish I could pack my bags and leave this place, but I can’t risk my future for
temporary happiness. “I don’t have the money to do that.”

“Get a job.”

I shake my head.
“I’m leaving for school in the fall. I’m sticking it out until then, playing by
their rules, and then I’m out of here.”

He crosses his arms
behind him and rests his head back against them. “Not exactly playing by their
rules if you’re getting railed by your boyfriend down here.”

“Very funny,” I
say, and my phone starts vibrating. I look down at it and see Cam’s name flashing
on the screen. “I have to go. Thanks for not saying anything. I’ll do the same
for you.”

“No problem,
pleasure doing business. See you around, sis.”

My phone stops
ringing, and I turn around to look at him. “Yeah, don’t call me that.”

“Would you like me
to call you something else?” he asks, winking. “Because if we do decide to
break the rules together, screw each other a few times, that might be a little
weird calling you sis.”

I give him the finger and leave the
room.

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