Rocking Her World Always: A Best Friend Little Sister’s Romance Page 4

  I’m pretty sure I’m the one who needs a treatment program for the way I’m feeling about Alaina.

  Marty had been in LA for his entire life, and it showed. Everything in life could be solved by money and connections. But not this one.

  “It’s not that kind of problem. She’s got a stalker, I hired personal security.”

  I could practically see his brain turning over all this information. He was trying to be patient which was not Marty’s go-to emotion.

  “I see why you are concerned, but you have an excellent plan. I’m sure they will take care of everything. Now let’s get back to these contract proposals. Security isn’t cheap, and if it’s not related to The Charmers, it’s not even tax deductible.” Marty’s speech sped up so that by the time he finished, he was running out of breath.

  The rest of the meeting was spent going over agonizingly slow and boring details, but I appreciated his thoroughness. The problem was I had no interest in being at this office doing this right now.

  I agreed to everything he suggested as quickly as possible. Even so, it was mid-afternoon when I returned to my house. Thankfully everything was fine. I felt stupid for worrying when I was gone, but I also was relieved that the security detail was here. Still, that fucker Bill was out there. I checked in with the detective, but he had no news yet.

  It was a mixed blessing that Bill hadn’t contacted Alaina again. It was just a matter of time before this detective found him. I wanted to find Bill myself then rip his heart out and eat it before his eyes. But it was difficult for me to move around in public besides being briefly in an airport.

  There was plenty of food in the refrigerator, so Alaina offered to make dinner. She said she was happy to have the distraction. I drank a beer while she made herself at home, asking about my day. She was curious about LA, and I could see her wistful expressions when I told her about what was happening around town.

  I liked having her in my kitchen way more than I should. I was used to my house being a place of refuge from everyone who wanted things from me. I wasn’t prepared to enjoy anyone’s company here besides Sampson.

  But while she bustled around making the pasta, images of taking her against the counter or spreading her out on the table, distracted me. I gulped more of my beer trying to chase the dirty thoughts away. The more I tried not to think of them, the more persistent they became.

  After dinner, we watched a cheesy horror movie where teenagers went into dark places when they shouldn’t have. I was desperate for anything to distract me from my desire for Alaina. I hoped the horror movie would fight off my feelings, but Alaina kept inching closer to me with every scary scene. When she jumped her tits jiggled under her tee shirt. She was wearing yoga pants that showed off her every curve. I had to tuck my hands under my armpits to keep from reaching for her.

  Sampson joined us for the movie, laying at Alaina’s feet. He enjoyed the frequent pieces of popcorn she shared with him. I was glad he had adopted Alaina, he was another level of defense for her here.

  But I was never so glad for a movie to end after two hours of trying not to touch her while she sat next to me. I had to get farther away from her. Images of her writhing under my fingertips last night were still fresh in my mind as was her request to take her virginity.

  “Want to watch another one?” She asked, apparently unaware she was driving me insane with desire.

  I yawned. “Marty’s contract talk today was like being in a torture chamber, I’m going to turn in. Take Sampson to sleep with you tonight. He’s smitten.”

  And he’s not the only one.

  Alaina’s shoulders drooped with disappointment when I left. I should come up with someone to visit her here, but I couldn’t think of anyone I liked enough to have over to the house beyond Devon.

  Before I turned into my room, I checked the security alarm system. The guard was in the office off the kitchen as an extra precaution. I had him sweeping through the house twice an hour.

  There was no way I was going to fall asleep when I returned to my room. Instead, I decided to order Alaina some new art supplies through an online store to be delivered tomorrow. I went crazy ordering pens, pencils, paint, and charcoal plus an assortment of paper. Hopefully, that would be a welcome surprise and give her something to keep her occupied while she was here.

  Then I took a long shower, beating off to the thought of her. I should be ashamed, and part of me was, but mostly I was so fucking turned on by her. It wasn’t just her body though she was beautiful. She was smart, talented, and courageous.

  When I finally slid into my bed, I prayed that I didn’t spend the whole night awake aching for her. Eventually, I drifted off. I had the most vivid dream of Aliana. I even smelled her scent of gardenias.

  I groaned, waking myself. Not even in sleep could I escape her.

  I was immediately aroused by her taut nipples pressing against my bare back.

  “What happened? Are you alright?” I flicked the bedside light on. Alaina had crawled into my bed. I reached for her shoulders. Her skin was soft and supple under my fingers. I squeezed harder than I intended, making her wince. Immediately I released her though the imprint of my fingertips on her shoulders pleased me. I wanted so badly to make her mine.

  “I can’t sleep,” Alaina said. Her white cotton nightgown was sheer. The sight of her pink nipples made me fight back a groan.

  “Alaina, go back to bed. You can’t be here.” I spoke harshly trying to mask the desperate plea echoing through my body.

  Claim her. She’s yours.

  “Can you do what you did last night? I went right to sleep afterward.” She leaned toward me, whispering. Her soft breath tickled my ear.

  Fuck.

  I was in deep shit if fingering Alaina was the only way to get her out of my bed.

  But she was scared. This bastard Bill had taken her freedom and replaced it with fear. She was too full of light and beauty to live like that.

  I was at war with myself. And dammit if she didn’t know that. I sighed unsure if the sound was more anxiety or relief.

  “This is the last time, ok?” I said sternly.

  She nodded. Her green eyes were bright and beautiful. I could get lost staring into their depths. She rolled over onto her back, wiggling down deeper into the bed.

  Great. Now her scent was going to be all over my sheets and driving me crazy.

  This was so wrong.

  But I don’t care.

  I left the bedside light on. If this was going to be the last time I touched her I was going to give us both something to remember.

  “Take off your top.”

  She sat up while I helped her pull her nightie over her head. She covered her breasts with her hands shyly. I loved how complex she was. One minute she was boldly climbing into my bed and the next blushing at my gaze. She was passionate and complicated, it drew me to her like she was a flame. She sat beside me with her legs crossed. I tried not to glance at her thong covered pussy and failed.

  Meanwhile, her breasts were pushed up so that the tops created perfect half circles. My throat was dry with the thought of sucking her nipples.

  “Show me how you touch your breasts.”

  Whether it was my request or her damned cast, she paused. Her eyes darted to the bedside lamp.

  “I need to see you,” I said. In truth, I wanted her to see me. I wanted to mark her so that no man could bring her pleasure like me. It was selfish, but I didn’t care. If I couldn’t have her why should I want anyone else to?

  It was awkward with her cast, but she rolled her nipples between her index finger and thumb. Her movements were stiff, but soon her eyes were half-closed as her excitement increased.

  Her pussy was covered by a pink lace thong. I could see a damp spot on the crotch already where the fabric pressed against her cunt.

  God, she had perfect tits. I reached out to rub her nipple with my thumb, and it pebbled under my touch. I loved the slope and fullness of her breast in my hand. Those ti
ts had distracted me all through the evening in her tight tee shirt.

  I gently eased her onto her back.

  My head bent to suckle her nipple, the bud grew tight in my mouth. Immediately her back arched in pleasure, pushing more of her breast toward me. My fingers drifted down her torso skimming her ribs, settling on her flat belly. I stroked her stomach. Thoughts of her belly growing with my seed crowded my brain. She would be fucking beautiful heavy with my child.

  God, I was such a pervert.

  Being an only child myself and with my lifestyle, having children of my own someday seemed unlikely. Now at the thought of not having a family of my own, I felt a real sorrow inside me.

  I moved my hand lower, my fingers rubbing at her crotch through her panties. She was so ripe for a thorough fucking. But I wasn’t going to take her virginity. It wasn’t right to want her like I did, but God did I want her. But I could give my Alaina pleasure, that much I could do. I kissed my way down her heavenly body until I was at her feet.

  Then I spread her knees, kissing my way up to her thighs. The insides quivered under my lips. I sucked at the tender skin. I remembered how hard she’d orgasmed last night with my fingers touching her. Her skin was so soft right over her smooth pussy lips. Leaving her panties on, I draped her legs over my shoulders. Then I leaned down and rubbed my nose in her cloth covered cunt. Her scent intoxicated me. It was for me alone.

  “What are you doing? I thought you were going to do what you did last night.” Alaina’s hips bucked off the bed when I dragged my tongue across the thin fabric. “Oh, God!”

  “Shh, I’m going to take care of you.” I didn’t bother to hide my smile. I was going to enjoy rocking her world thoroughly.

  She made an unintelligible sound as her inner thigh muscles quivered. Making her come with my tongue was going to be a treat.

  I ripped her panties off, the sound echoed in my quiet room. I tossed the shreds to the floor. Now she was splayed before me. Her sweet pink mound practically quivered with need. My poor little frustrated virgin.

  I ran my tongue slowly up her seam before latching onto her clit. Taking that little bead between my lips, I sucked and tongued the fuck of out of Alaina. Soon she was thrashing, begging me to take her.

  I fucked her with my tongue, letting her juices run down my chin as I made her come again and again. After her third orgasm, I pulled my head up from between her legs.

  I could die a happy man.

  And yet…I knew the heaven that waited there because I had tasted it. But I couldn’t fill her with my cock as I longed to do.

  “Better?” I asked.

  “God yes.” Alaina’s fingers reached for mine and pulled me against her. “But I’m still a virgin.”

  Because of my own frustration, I became angry. How much was I supposed to resist the one thing I wanted? “I told you I could help you relax. I can’t take your virginity.”

  “Why?” Alaina’s eyes were still dilated after her orgasm. She leaned on her good elbow, half sitting up.

  “I’m not going to fuck you.”

  “You just fucked me with your tongue why not use your cock? I know you want to.”

  “It’s not going to happen. You’re a virgin.” I ground out.

  “I don’t see my lack of experience as a problem, do you?” She asked sweetly, reaching for my throbbing cock in my sleep pants. I’d skipped briefs when I went to bed. I knew I’d be jerking off to thoughts of her before sunrise.

  I growled. “Stop it.”

  “Are you afraid of losing control?”

  “If you only knew how thin my patience is, you wouldn’t be here.”

  “I’m not afraid of you, Cole.”

  “You should be.”

  “I’m a woman. I have needs, desires Cole. Don’t you want to be the one to fulfill them? I’ve been waiting for you.”

  “Alaina, I don’t want to hear this.”

  “Would you rather I ask Devon? I bet he’d be willing and then I wouldn’t be a virgin. Would that make you happy then?”

  “Like Hell, you will. It’ll be over my dead body that he touches you.”

  “I’m not a virgin because of lack of opportunities, Cole.” She leaned closer, her lips brushing the tip of my ears. “It’s because you are the only one in every one of my filthy fantasies. And trust me, they are truly filthy. What I lack in experience I can make up for with my imagination.” She moved her body away from mine. Already I felt the loss of her. She pulled her top back on, pushing her hair back. “I’m done begging you, Cole. If you want me, you know where to find me. Just don’t take too long or you might find someone else in my bed.”

  4

  Alaina

  Back in my room, I lay in my bed. I was fuming. How was it possible that great orgasms with Cole could make me hornier? Because I wanted him to make me totally his.

  I had assumed my biggest hurdle would be getting Cole to see me as a woman. As it turned out that wasn’t my problem. Cole desired me but getting him to act on that desire was more difficult than I expected. Cole was duty bound to a frustrating degree.

  It didn’t make me love him any less, but it was sure difficult to get him into bed with me. From hearing my girlfriends’ talk that usually was not the problem. Then again, they weren’t dealing with our particular problems. Cole was a lonely man. I heard it in his music. He was also deeply private. He was determined to lock himself away from love.

  Fucking idiot! The sensations Cole introduced to me were all too new and too stimulating to be forgotten. Holy fuck he had really had his mouth on me there. It had been amazing. And hard to imagine that any man did that out of sheer politeness.

  My skin itched under my cast. I checked my calendar on my phone. Today was the day it could be removed! Hot damn. I was more than ready to reclaim my drawing hand.

  Plus I was tired of being scared. I was tired of being treated like a burden. And most of all I was frustrated. Something was going to have to change. Yes, Bill was out there but I hated that he was keeping me from living my life. If I had my own apartment, Cole would see I was independent. It was time for me to act; otherwise, I was going to break some kind of record as the oldest living virgin in Los Angeles.

  By the time the sun rose, I was almost finished getting ready. From Instagram, I’d seen how dressed-up women in LA were. It wasn’t surprising in a city full of actresses and models. It was like New York in that way.

  In light of that and as a declaration of my own independence, I decided to wear my favorite creation—the white satin slip dress. Checking my reflection in my bedroom’s full-length mirror, I was pleased with what I saw except for the damned cast, but I’d be rid of that soon enough. Otherwise, I loved the way the satin flowed as it ended right above my knees. I’d even hand embroidered some daisies along the trim.

  When I made it, I’d sewn a liner inside the dress.

  That plus having cut the silk on the bias meant the dress skimmed my figure nicely. I left my long hair loose, letting my curls play off the elegant simplicity of the dress. I added my signature red lipstick and red pumps. My only jewelry was a simple gold chain that dipped low between my breasts. I gathered my phone and my portfolio.

  “Good morning, Cole.” I greeted him coolly in the kitchen. He was sitting at the counter with a cup of coffee and the newspaper. His ratty tee shirt and shorts were a dead giveaway he’d just worked out. My heart rate picked up just like it always did when he was around. But I was determined to set my own path.

  Cole glanced up when I entered the kitchen. His coffee cup was stopped halfway to his mouth. His eyes bugged slightly looking at me.

  I turned my back, opening the cupboard. I could feel his eyes on my ass as I reached up for a cup.

  See how you like it, Mister. Not fun wanting something you can’t have right?

  “I need to see a doc today,” I said, helping myself to the coffee.

  Immediately Cole stood up. “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing’s wrong. M
y doctor has a colleague out here who will remove the cast for me. All I have to do is get to the office. Can I get a ride into the city?”

  I turned around and contemplated him over my coffee mug.

  His eyes narrowed. He wasn’t happy about me leaving the house, but I was sick of sitting around. Bill was still out there, but I needed to keep my life moving forward. That was not happening waiting around here while Cole wrestled with his conscience.

  “I have meetings all day. But the security team will take you and bring you right back.”

  I didn’t share I’d pulled up several available apartments on my phone earlier. I’d selected ones with significant security, I wasn’t going to give Bill any opportunity. I was pretty sure I could get the security guy to do a little scouting with me.

  “Thanks, Cole. Have a good day.” I kept my voice cool. I could feel his eyes tracking me around the kitchen.

  I slipped Sampson a doggie treat, pausing to stroke his velvety ears.

  Suddenly Cole was behind me, trapping me against the kitchen counter. I could feel the heat of his body radiating to mine. His scent, even post workout, made me dizzy with need. He didn’t touch me, but he was as close as possible without making contact.

  “What kind of panties are you wearing?” His growl sent shivers down my spine.

  I turned around, letting my breasts press against him. His eyes dipped down to my cleavage. Intensity radiated through him. My knees felt weak. It was only ever going to be this man for me forever.

  I bit my bottom lip.

  His thumb came up to stroke it.

  I widened my mouth to capture his thumb, sucking it.

  A groan escaped his lips. His cock was stiff in his short, pressing against my belly.

  I released his thumb from my mouth. I leaned back away from him, breaking the contact between us. I gave my head a slight shake, my curls danced.

  “You don’t have the right to know if I’m even wearing any.”

  Leaving him standing in the kitchen with a massive erection pained me. Things could be so beautiful between us, but Cole needed to realize that too. I was tired of chasing him.