A Crush on Her Best Friend's Brother: Complete Box Set (4 page)

Brad:
Where are you?

Brad:
Are you okay? You're not answering your door.

She
hit reply.

Rachel:
I'm not home. I'm at the airport.

Brad:
What? You said your flight wasn't until the afternoon.

Rachel:
I had to go.

Brad:
I said I would see you tomorrow. I need to see you before you leave.
We need to talk.

Rachel:
There's nothing to talk about. I'm just another notch on the belt of
the football star. I'm not dumb enough to think it was anything more
than that. You're off the hook. I'm not going to tell anyone.

Brad:
It's not like that at all. Do you regret last night?

Rachel:
No. I was tired of waiting for the right guy to come along. I knew
you would be good at what you do. I'm in college and want to have
fun. I don't regret you being my first.

Brad:
What do you mean have fun? I can't believe you left without saying
goodbye. Just wait until Christmas. I'm bending you over my knee and
spanking your ass.

Rachel:
I'm not sure about that. I have to go.

Brad:
Text me when your plane lands.

Rachel:
Goodbye Brad.

Brad:
When you land.

Rachel
shut her phone off and leaned back in her chair. She couldn't help
but think about her experience with Brad. He was such a jerk. She had
accepted that for the last two years. Why did she have to see him?
Why did he have to seem different? It seemed like forever before she
was able to board the plane that would take her away from Brad. She
couldn't stop thinking about their night together. It was better than
she had ever imagined.

The
flight wasn't long at all. Rachel was looking forward to her life
getting back to normal. Soon she would be wrapped up in her classes
and studying. Brad would be long gone. He would be back to playing
star football player with a girl on each arm. By Christmas break,
they would have both forgotten about that night of amazing sex.

Rachel
waited to turn her phone on until she was in her dorm unpacked. Her
mother didn't seem to be home the few days she was there, so she
wouldn't be looking for her. As soon as her phone lit up, she heard
the repeated beep of text messages. What the heck, she wondered? She
saw a text from her mom asking if she was there yet and apologizing
for not being home to send her off. There was another from Karen
letting her know that she was safely back at school. There were
several of them from Brad. She read them one at a time.

Brad:
Did you land yet?

Brad:
You should have landed over an hour ago? I'm getting on my plane.

Brad:
I can't believe you took off before I could see you.

Rachel
shook her head and laughed. Why was he being so persistent? He hadn't
seen her in two years and hadn't seemed to care about her before
that. Why was he pretending to care at all, she wondered?

She
got ready for bed and settled in with her tablet. Reading was what
she did every night before bed. There was a book she wanted to finish
before her classes the next day and she was loaded down with work.
Brad had gotten her thinking about donating her time. She hadn't
looked for a place by school to help out yet. It was something she
had always cared about. It was time to find somewhere to help, she
thought. In the morning she planned to do some research.

Rachel
was deep in her reading when her phone rang and startled her. She
answered without even looking at it.

“
Hello,”
she said.

“
Your
phone does work?” Brad asked.

She
let out a laugh.

“
Yes,
it works,” she answered.

“
You
were supposed to text me. I had to sit through an entire flight
worried about you,” he said.

“
You
haven't been concerned with me for the last two years. Why pick now
to worry?” she said. “I'm a big girl. I can take care of
myself.”

“
I
know you can,” he said. “How was your flight? The
strangest thing happened on mine.”

Rachel
leaned back on her pillow, put her tablet to the side, and listened
to his story about his flight. They ended up talking about school and
classes. Before she knew it, two hours had gone by and her phone was
beeping low battery. She let him go, plugged her phone in to charge,
shut off the lights, and closed her eyes. That night was the best she
had slept in a long time.

She
found a soup kitchen the next day in walking distance from campus and
called to volunteer a few hours a week. By the next evening, she was
back in the swing of things. Her teachers had already given out
homework. She sat in her room with her microwave dinner and studied.
Just when she was getting ready to close her books for the night, her
phone rang. She smiled when she saw Brad's number.

They
talked about the soup kitchen she found and about how their day went.
Again they talked until it was time for her to go to bed. She was
surprised how smoothly their conversation went. It was like they had
been talking for years. They said their goodbyes. Again, she slept
very well.

Rachel
woke up in a great mood and got ready for the day. She was actually
looking forward to class. After school, she walked to the soup
kitchen and worked. She had forgotten how much she liked helping
other people. On her way back to her dorm, she grabbed some food. As
soon as she got home, she threw on some sweats, ate, and studied.
When she turned on her computer, she was surprised to find a friend
request from Brad. Rachel accepted it and searched through his page
to see what he put online. She expected to see tons of pictures of
him with girls or at parties. There weren't any. She was very
surprised.

Her
phone rang around the same time as the night before and she laughed.
Brad seemed happy to talk to her. She was surprised how long they had
spoken on the phone those two nights. She told him about her
volunteering and how much she had missed it. He told her about some
things going on with football. They talked for over three hours
before she realized how late it was.

Their
phone calls became longer and text messages began mixing in during
the days. She would be ready for bed before he called and fall asleep
as soon as they hung up. They fell into a pattern over the following
couple of weeks. She was learning more about him, and he was getting
to know her as more than his little sister's best friend. Some nights
she fell asleep when they were still on the phone.

A
few nights before it was time to fly home for Christmas, her roommate
was out for the night. She was online and looked at Brad's page. The
pictures he had up reminded her of how sexy he was. She picked up her
phone and called him for the first time. He sounded surprised to hear
from her. She loved the sexy sound of his voice. He told her he had
just gotten out of the shower and was getting ready to call her.

“
Do
you regret that night?” she asked him.

“
No,
I don't regret it at all. I regret that it was on my parents' couch
since it was your first time. It should have been special. I'm glad
it was me. I'm not sure I could deal with the thought of you being
with someone else,” he answered.

“
That's
not fair. What about the women you've been with since we were
together?” she asked. “I have to think about that.”

“
I
haven't been with anyone else since then,” he said. “Do
you regret it?”

“
Yeah,
right,” she said. “Like I'm supposed to believe you
haven't been with anyone in three weeks. I don't regret it. It was
perfect. It was better than I ever dreamt it could be.”

“
I'm
glad I lived up to your expectations for your first time,” he
said with a laugh. “Not sure I want to think about who was in
your dreams with you. We'll be home in one more week. What are your
plans?"

“
Not
much,” Rachel answered. “My mom couldn't be bothered to
spend time with me while I was home last month. I know Karen wants to
hangout. She met some guy at school that lives in the same city back
home. I know she wants me to go out with them one night. I'm hoping
to relax. These classes have been brutal. What do you have planned?”

“
The
guys want to go out,” Brad answered. “That's about it.
I'm planning on being home most of the time. I want to spend some
time with you. What were you doing before you called me?”

“
I'm
in bed already. My roommate is out for the night, so I have the room
to myself. I was going to read and snuggle in my covers. Hopefully I
can get some extra sleep.”

“
You're
all alone in your room?” he asked.

“
Yes,”
she answered. “Why?”

“
What
are you wearing?” he asked in a low, sexy voice.

“
I'm
wearing my panties and a tank top,” she answered. “What
are you wearing?”

“
I'm
wearing boxers,” he said. “I miss you. It's going to be
so good to see you next week. I want to see your beautiful face so
bad. There are a few other things I wouldn't mind doing either. Do
you know how sexy you are? I'm hard just thinking about it.”

“
Whatever,”
she said.

A
few seconds later, she heard her phone buzz.

“
Why
did you just text me?” she asked before she let out a gasp. “I
can't believe you just sent me that picture.”

“
See
what thinking about you does to me. Have you ever had phone sex?”
he asked.

“
No,”
she snapped.

“
I
can be your first for that too,” he said. “Interesting.”

“
Shut
up,” she said.

“
I
can picture you in bed. You have on panties and a tank top. I can see
your nipples hard from thinking about what it would be like to come
while you talk to me. Your skin's so soft and perfect. If I were
there right now, I would trail tiny kisses along your neck as my
hands rubbed your belly and up your shirt. You'd lift your arms as I
slowly slid your shirt up them and over your head. Your bare breasts
would be waiting for me to kiss them as I played with your nipples.
I'd suck your nipple into my mouth and swirl my tongue around it. I'd
pull it with my teeth until it was so hard. Then, I'd move to the
other side to do the same thing. I'd slide my hand down your stomach
and feel the heat through your panties. Do you know what I would do
next?”

Rachel
sucked in a breath as she whispered her answer.

“
What?”
she asked.

“
I
can picture your back arched off the bed, as you push your breast
into my face. My cock's rock hard just thinking about you. Remember,
I owe you a spanking for that shit you pulled over Thanksgiving. I
can't wait to have your ass in my hands, Rachel. I want you to take
your panties off. Tell me when they're off,” he said.

“
Brad,”
she whispered.

“
Take
them off now,” he commanded.

Rachel
felt heat shoot through her as his voice deepened, and he demanded
she remove her panties. It was so damn hot. She was alone in her
room. She was so turned on and wanted to come while she talked to
him. Her nipples were pointing out just from his words. She slid her
panties off and pulled the covers over her.

“
I
took them off,” she said nervously.

“
Put
the phone on speaker and set it next to you. I want both of your
hands free,” he said.

“
Okay,”
she answered.

“
Take
your shirt off too. I want you to take the covers off so that you are
completely naked. Thinking about you naked and waiting has my dick
twitching. I want to be there with you more than you know. You have
no idea how long I've wanted you. I want you to roll your nipple
around in your fingers while you slide your other hand down and rub
your clit. Are you wet?”

Rachel
felt her breathing change as she did as he requested. When she slid
her finger over her clit, she let out a soft moan.

“
Fuck,”
Brad said. “How wet are you?”

She
moved her fingers through her wetness.

“
Very
wet,” she answered.

Rachel
felt her back arch as she played with her nipple. She couldn't
believe how wet she was just from his words. Sure she had given
herself orgasms, but she had never gotten so wet so fast. The thought
of him sitting in his apartment, in only his boxers, telling her what
to do was such a turn on. She wanted to run her fingers through his
hair and kiss him.