“Either Brett didn’t treat you right, or he said no, because you should not be calling me this early,” Beth said when she answered the phone, sounding equal parts disappointed and curious.
“Mark came home early.”
Beth squealed on the other end of the line. “So, Brett said yes?”
“He did,” I told her, proceeding to give her a highlight reel of the evening.
She listened patiently, pausing when I finally finished. “Okay, so next time you’ll just have to be more careful. Have you thought about maybe getting a hotel room instead of going to one of your places?”
“This is why I love you. You have the best ideas.” Excitement made my heart, and certain other parts of my anatomy, swell.
“You love me for my flawless dance moves and impeccable taste in ice cream, but yeah, I give good advice, too,” Beth joked.
“The best. I’ll text him about it now. Chat tomorrow.”
“You got it. Go get him, tiger.” She laughed, then hung up.
I stared down at my lit screen for a second, took a deep breath, and decided to just go for it. Pulling up his number on my contacts, I figured that getting straight to the point was probably for the best.
Me: How about getting a hotel room? Is that something you would be interested in?
Brett replied almost instantly.
Brett: Hell yeah. I’ll get it sorted. Sleep tight.
Hell yeah? I could live with that.
Chapter Seven
Brett
The gym smelled like chlorine, rubber, and a faint hint of body odor. Sweat was rolling down my neck and back, and my muscles ached, but I didn’t stop. I’d done three extra rotations as it was, and I was still turned on as fuck.
Hoping that a good workout would take the edge off, I’d gone in early that morning, but failed in my mission to get sex and Sophia off my brain. Sex with Sophia, more accurately.
Christ, she’d felt so incredible against me. Soft and so damn responsive.
The little sounds that I didn’t even think she realized she was making played on repeat in my head like the soundtrack to that fucking fantastic kiss. A not insignificant part of me had wanted to punch Mark for interrupting us, throw her over my shoulder, and bury myself balls deep into her for several days, but that was my dick talking.
It was my favorite appendage, but it didn’t know how disastrous the consequences would’ve been. So instead, I’d listened to my big brain and did the sensible thing. But that didn’t mean that it hadn’t been torturous, sitting in her living room and listening to Mark drone on about some or other chick he had his sights set on, while knowing that Sophia and her sweet body were right down the hall.
In her bedroom. Doing god only knew what. If she was half as turned on as I’d been, I knew exactly what I’d have been doing if I had the luxury of disappearing into my bedroom after that kiss. And the thought of it did fuck all to calm my raging hard-on.
Somehow, I’d managed to keep Mark talking until I was in a state to walk again, a
nd I made an excuse to leave. Once I got home, I made an online reservation at a swanky hotel downtown for Friday night, jerked off twice, and fell asleep with fantasies of exactly what I was going to do to her when I got her to that hotel room playing in my mind.
I was on a slippery slope, and I knew it. Completing a jerk-off hat trick to images of my best friend’s little sister in the shower that morning was more than enough to tip me off. But I wasn’t backing out of the deal I’d made with Sophia.
And the damn devil, for that matter. I was fully committed to being the one who rid said best friend’s little sister of her virginity. I was going straight to hell for it in all likelihood. It had to be in the bible or the Bro Code somewhere.
Do not pass go, do not collect 200 dollars.
It felt like I’d had the air knocked out of me when she first asked me, but then my cock joined the party, and I hadn’t stood a chance. Besides, the stab in my gut at the thought of some asshole ruining something as special as her first time or, god forbid, hurting her, had pushed me over the edge. Then she said that thing about trusting me, and it was game over.
I caved faster than I ever would’ve thought, and I’d never been happier that I had. I honestly couldn’t wait to get inside her.
My mind was a filthy damn place that day, but there was nothing to be done about it. I was considering whether turning one time into one weekend would violate our agreement when my phone buzzed on the floor by my feet.