Escalation Clause (7 page)

So, it seemed, his crush had bloomed into full-blown lust. A desire she apparently matched.

No way.

He’d heard Jack’s message loud and clear. And as much of a man-whore as Brandis was, he was a loyal friend. So, Mo was off limits. Fine. He did not need that hassle, not now, with just a month and a half before he left for Colorado.

He propped himself on his elbows and willed his cock soft, but the memory of her lips, and the feel of her skin against his, if just for that one moment, was not something he would soon forget. When he’d fucked that girl in the basement then realized Mo had been down there, watching them, it had taken him a couple of seconds to acknowledge he’d been picturing her beneath him, her body taking his, the sounds of her climax in his ears the entire time.

What a fucking mess.

“Hey,” he nearly jumped a mile into the air at the sound of her voice. “I, um, just want to say, you know, well….” She sat a couple of feet from him and let her feet dangle in the water. “Sorry.” She looked straight ahead.

“For what?” He cleared his throat, nervous beyond belief.

“For spying on you. I mean, I wasn’t, I was getting a drink and just kind of …oh hell. You know what I mean.” She looked down into the water. “This pool is disgusting.” She shoved a greasy looking floating seat away with her foot. “Are those…” She pointed to the used rubbers on the bottom.

“Yeah,” he ran a hand down his face, then jumped up, and grabbed the skimmer. He cleared the condoms, a bottle of sunscreen and three beer cans from the pool, trying to ignore her. But his baser self would not cooperate, and he had to grab a towel and fasten it around his waist to hide the damn tent in his shorts. She moved all the chairs back into their usual places and cleaned off the two glass-topped tables, finding yet another rubber in the grass near the back fence.

“You guys sure do know how to throw a party.” She smiled at him, lifting his heart and making his damn cock pound in time with his headache.

“Huh,” he grunted, before turning the water on to get the pool level back up and taking a reading on the chemicals. Sweat dripped off his forehead, blurring his vision.
Fuck it was hot out already, and it was barely eight o’clock in the morning.
She crouched down next to him, her arm grazing his, making him flinch.
Crush, Brandis. Remember? She is a no-go zone. Don’t do it.

“Those look okay,” she grabbed the testing box from him and tossed it up on the table, stripped off her tee shirt revealing a different bikini, a black one that highlighted the near-perfect shape of her long, lean frame. He looked away, heard the splash as she jumped in and couldn’t resist a peek she moved through the water. Damn he wanted her. Bad.

She emerged, pushed her long hair back and stared at him. Her blue eyes were dark, non-committal. “Come on in. The water’s fine.” She cocked her head and batted her amazingly long eyelashes.

“Are you flirting with me?” He croaked out.

“No. No way. Why would I do that?” She sank back below the water, and then climbed out, giving him a breathless glimpse of the strength in her arms and a flash of pink…dear Jesus. He sank into a chair, hand over his eyes. When he looked up, she loomed over him, the pool water dripping on his still towel-covered legs, flicking water into his face. “Seriously, Brandis, I’m not interested in messing up our friendship and somehow it feels…weird. You know? And I don’t want that.”

He squinted up at her. Her face was backlit and hidden, but her gorgeous shape highlighted just enough. He grabbed the chair arms. “Yeah, you’re right. Who needs weird. Let’s take a breath and start over.”

She smiled, and held out her hand. The drip-drip-drip of cold water hit the towel and shorts covering his aching cock. He tried to let it cool him. “Hey, Brandis, long time no see. I’m hanging at your parents’ house this summer but that should be okay since you live over on Church Street and Jack’s one of your roommates for the next two months. Want some help with those cans this morning? I don’t have to work until noon.”

He smiled back at her, got to his feet, thrilled beyond measure at the way her face relaxed when he took her hand and shook it once. Then, as if he had no control over himself whatsoever he tugged her close in a quick embrace. “We always hugged hello and goodbye. No need to stop that, is there? Go all formal?” His words were lost in her jet-black wet hair. Her breasts mashed into him, and he tilted her chin up, a little alarmed to see tears in her eyes. She shook her head and when he finally touched his lips to hers, it felt like he’d been kissing her forever.

She shifted in his arms, molded herself against him and yanked his towel off in one motion. Surprised but not unhappy about it, he deepened the kiss, parted her lips with his tongue. He groaned, cupped a breast, ran his hand down her back to her ass and up, unable to settle. He felt like a rookie. How did she do this to him? He could maneuver himself between the legs of the hottest girl in any room in an eye blink. Why did this moment with his friend Maureen…the very young sister of his over-protective friend…make him fumbling and breathless and ready to plow into her like a sixteen-year-old kid?

“Wait, stop,” he broke away, trying to get a grip. She stared, breasts heaving, the glorious hard peaks of her nipples poking through the wet bikini top making his mouth water.

Trying to remember his manners and fighting the voice in his head reminding him to get the hell away from her, he angled his hips away, reducing her contact with his poor, aching shaft. But she grabbed him and shoved their bodies back together, all the time staring at him as if she wanted to speak but had no words.

“Don’t look so surprised,” she whispered. “You want this as much as I do.” She ground against him, and he bit back a moan. She kissed him then, and he let her, allowed her to lead as his brain spun with the odd twin sensations of horny and a strange sense of protectiveness. She broke away, breath ragged and eyes wild. He could smell her, the heady pheromone of her desire making him dizzy. He put a shaking palm against her face, and stepped away.

She glared at him, arms crossed. He forced himself not to stare at her breasts, her waist, the glorious curve of her hips and thighs.
This. Was. His. Friend’s. Sister.
He closed his eyes a split second then opened them just as she was stepping back into his space. He moved away, maintaining the distance between them. “Mo,” his voice broke. “Mo, listen to me. I…I don’t know what’s happening here, but you know as well as I do it can’t. We can’t. We…we,” he looked up at the sky and called on every ounce of will power and self-control in the known universe. “Let’s go take the bottles back. I’ll buy breakfast.”

She blinked at the sudden conversational shift. But her breathing had calmed and she seemed to relax. The gut-clenching realization of their situation hit him hard. She was still a virgin, headed to U of M in the fall where he had just graduated, destined for the Air Force Academy. They had, what, eight weeks together at most? Yet everything in him yearned for her. His hands itched to caress her, his lips burned with need to kiss her. It had to be the weirdest fucking sensation he’d ever felt. He shook his head.
He would not be the guy to deflower this woman. No way. No how. No….

 “Oh hell.” He gasped when she pushed him back into the chair. Allowing about a half second to realize that some girl shoving him down could be seen as a little embarrassing for his future as an Air Force pilot, he groaned when she dropped to her knees, his mysteriously exposed cock deep in her mouth. His ears roared as she fisted him, sucked him into her mouth. He spread his legs, grabbed her hair and let her do it. Let his friend’s suddenly desirable younger sister bring him to the ragged edge of bliss. Her finger slipped down under his balls, teased the soft skin between them and his ass. “Ah, shit, Mo, stop or I’m gonna, unh!” His hips jerked and he let himself fill her mouth and throat, coming so fast and hard he got light headed.

He gasped, stared up into the blue sky and calmed his breathing. Then looked down at her. She sat back on the grass, legs bent, wiping her lips the look in her eyes one of pure sex. It made him itch to have her, the urge to take her so strong he had to clutch the chair arms to keep from doing something irreversible. That look was one he was determined to see again, but only after he had paid her a similar favor. Soon.

Her slow smile made him chuckle. “Je-sus woman, where did you learn how to do that?” He stood, his knees still wobbly, and pulled her to her feet. She kept her distance, appearing to be a little embarrassed but he tugged her close, kissed the tip of her nose, licked her lips. He loved the way she responded with a shiver and a little moan. That was a sound he planned to hear a lot over the summer. He ignored the voice in his head that made some bullshit comment about wanting more than “just the summer,” and held her close.

“So, about that breakfast?” She sniffled and stepped away.

Chapter Five

Maureen floated in the pool her body sore all over from the running she’d been doing. Looking for any excuse to be around Brandis, she let him drag her out of bed at six every morning for a “solid five miler.” She groaned and flexed her feet, the ache in her calves nearly matching the one in her heart at his absence. He’d been gone for a week at some kind of stupid Air Force Academy orientation thing in Colorado. He’d called every night, and they’d shared some pretty vigorous phone sex, but her virginity remained firmly intact at his insistence.

She shut her eyes and relived a conversation with him from a few nights earlier.

“So, thanks for that.” She’d managed to rub herself to climax using the sound of his breathless commands to spur herself on. “But, I still don’t understand why…,” she’d let her voice trail off.

“Why what, baby?” He’d been shuffling around, obviously getting himself put back together after his own phone-inspired orgasm. “Why we can’t tell, Jack?”

“Well, yeah, that, too.” She held back a groan at the hopelessness of it and her own aching need for him to just take her, make her his.

“I’m going to tell him.”

She’d sat up, surprised, and more than a little nervous at the prospect of that conversation. She adored her older brother. She always had—had spent hours with him, especially since their parents had been so lame most of the time. “So, what brought this on?”

He cleared his throat. “Because Maureen Elizabeth Gordon. I love you.”

“Oh.” She’d grinned and snuggled down into the covers. “Say it again.”

“Sure. I’m not afraid to say it like some people I know. I love you.”

She’d let the silence spin out a minute before responding but knowing the truth of the words. She’d found her soul mate and no man would ever do it for her but him. “I love you, too. So much. So much so that I don’t understand why in the hell you won’t just….”

“Shh…shh…,” he’d interrupted her. “I told you why. I want…no, I need for it to be special. Not just some random encounter hiding from my parents or your brother.”

“Aw, that is just sweet. And all I want is for you to fuck me. You know, hard, and a lot.”

“Damn girl. Nice dirty mouth. And I will, I promise. Someday.”

Mo smiled up into the sunlight, let her fingers trail through the warmish water then down over her hard nipples under her bikini top. She squirmed in the floating chair, her core doing its usual meltdown at the thought of the incredible magic Brandis had shown her. He’d taught her a thing or five about oral sex, using his amazing lips and tongue to tease more bone-shattering orgasms out of her than she could count. She’d learned how much he liked it rough, wanted her to use the dirtiest words she could come up with during their many exploration sessions. She had gotten to be an expert at pushing all his buttons to bring on mind-blowing orgasms. But, that one small detail remained. He would not penetrate her with anything but his tongue, and would not go deep with his fingers no matter how much she begged, teased, cajoled or otherwise used her skills to convince him to finish her, to just be the guy who made her truly his.

Her favorite place to be with him was his old bedroom. Since both his parents worked long hours, and Denise spent her days as a camp counselor, they had ample opportunity to explore each other in the long hours of the afternoons after both of their summer day jobs were done. She slipped her hand into her bikini bottoms.

 He’d taught her that too, how the sound of his voice could make her react and ready for him in an instant. She rubbed herself, using a familiar rhythm, tugging her nipple, keeping her feet propped on the pool ladder for leverage. “Brandis!” She cried out at the last moment, as her pussy pulsed in her hand.

Then, without warning, she was dumped over, coughing and sputtering with surprise and his strong arms were around her under the water, his lips pressed to hers. They surfaced, still kissing and he backed her against the edge of the pool, running his hand down her face. She grabbed his cock, loving its now familiar length and heft in her hand. He shifted so she could release it into the water, feel it against her bare stomach. He broke the kiss, stared into her eyes. “That was the hottest goddamned thing I have ever seen.” He mumbled, before nipping her earlobe and kissing his way down her neck, untying her bikini top and pulling her bottoms down and off.