Brother After Dark

Chapter Forty-Three

Zach.

Me: I’m sure. You’re the teasing type. I’ll bet it makes you hot thinking about how I’ll rip those panties off you. So, tell me… how tiny are they?

Her: So tiny they barely conceal me.

I almost choked on my beer.

It was getting hot. We had been through this before. When we sext each other, we usually end up having sex in the shed. But the problem was that we were a thousand miles away from home and we were surrounded by nosy cousins, aunts, uncles, and our parents. But I was not sure I could wait until tomorrow night to make love to her.

“You didn’t come here just to text all night, did you?” Damien asked behind me.

I immediately turned my phone over, hiding the screen from him.

“Remember, I didn’t want to come at all,” I said, drinking my beer.

“Plenty of hot girls here. You don’t fancy anyone?”

Yes. And she’s sitting at the bar!

I cleared my throat and slowly shook my head. “Look man. I’m taken. And I’m happy. I enjoy the music and the beer. You guys knock yourselves out.”

“Okay, up to you,” he said. “We’ll head over to the bar, have a chat with the girls.

Instantly, I was alert. “Hey, wait a minute. You mean those girls?”

I pointed over to where Blaire and the other ladies were.

“Yeah.”

I stood up from my seat and grabbed my beer. “I’ll join you.”

“I thought you’re taken and happy.”

“I am. That doesn’t mean I can’t chat with members of my family when we’re in the same club together, right?”

“You think you can introduce Ricky to Blaire?”

I raised a brow at him. “Dude,” I said shaking my head. “I’m the wrong person to ask that. Big brothers usually kick the asses of guys who want to get into their sister’s pants! I’m no different.”

That’s true. But he didn’t know that I have an entirely different reason for wanting to kick Ricky’s ass and shoving all his teeth down his throat! Blaire is mine!

I walked over to the bar with the boys. Blaire was on the far edge. I planted myself on her left side before Ricky could get to her. On her right, Serena was having a fat laugh with the other girls.

Her body was inclined toward me as she sat on the high stool. But she kept her face straight, away from me, like she didn’t notice my sudden appearance beside her at all.

I took a gulp of my beer and looked straight at the bar, pretending to ignore her too. But I could feel her… the heat coming from her skin, the electricity that charged the air between us. I was getting hot, and I knew she was too.

I turned around and leaned on the bar instead, pretending to watch the couples groping each other in the dance floor. I took a gulp of my beer again. Then without looking at her, I lowered my cold beer bottle, so it touched the skin of her slightly parted knees.

I gently caressed her with the ice-cold bottle. I heard her moan slowly, felt her sharp intake of breath beside me. I slightly raised it higher in her inner thighs. Then I raised the beer bottle and took another gulp before turning around to face her. Her eyes were wide, like she couldn’t believe I had the tenacity to do what I just did when we were surrounded by our cousins. I winked at her before facing the bar and before any one of our cousins could notice that I was silently flirting with my sister.

“Hey, Blaire,” Ricky said beside her. The mongrel managed to squeeze between her and Serena.

I gave him a murderous look. He gulped in fear but did not back away. He smiled nervously at my sister.

“If-if I say that you have a gorgeous body, will you hold it against me?” he asked her.

What an idiot!

I cringed while I listened to him. I literally wanted the ground to open up and swallow him, and not because he was getting on my nerves, but because I feel truly embarrassed for him.

Blaire laughed humorlessly.

Ricky laughed too, thinking that she found him cute.

“Ricky, is it?”

“Yeah.”

Blaire took a deep breath. “Don’t say that to girls ever again. Seriously.”

I smirked, and then I took a gulp of my beer.

“Okay, so what do I say to get you to dance with me?”

She took a sip of her margarita then cleared her throat. “Well, honestly, there’s nothing you can say to make me dance with you.”

“Why?” He looked disappointed, but he didn’t look like he was going to back down.

“I have a boyfriend,” I said.

I couldn’t help the grin creeping in my lips.

“Well, he’s not here.”

She almost choked on her drink, and I couldn’t help smirking at Ricky.

“Well?” he insisted, raising a brow at her.

She shook her head. “He’s possessive. He’s got eyes everywhere. He’ll know. Then he’ll come after you. You see, I can’t dance with you—for your sake.”

Ricky stared at her for a moment. Her tone was serious, and I could tell he was starting to believe her. He was gauging her, looking at her deeply, trying to see if she was jesting. Any guy with normal intelligence would know she was lying, just to let him down easy. But Ricky seemed a little dim.

I fished my phone from my pocket and pressed speed dial 1. Her phone rang. I had to rescue her.

She looked at her phone and said, “See? I told you. He has eyes everywhere. Sorry, I got to take this outside.”

She walked away, not even looking in my direction. I just gave her a good excuse to get away from this douche.

Ricky stared at me for a moment.

“Seriously?”

I shrugged. “Yep.”

“Trust me. Her boyfriend would have broken your nose by now, if he could.”

“What? He’s a possessive guy?”

I nodded. “Very!”

“He must be ugly to be so insecure.”

I looked at him crossly. “On the contrary, he’s smoking hot, you don’t stand a chance! He just knows how to keep a treasure when he finds one. So please, do yourself a favor. Stay. Away!”

I took a gulp of my beer and then headed out to where Blaire exited to. I found her outside, texting on her phone. She was facing a deserted field planted with roses and pathways illuminated only by solar ground lights.

I approached her slowly, quietly. Then when I was close enough, I leaned forward and whispered in her ear, “If I say you have a gorgeous body, will you hold it against me?”

She stopped texting on her phone, and I felt her smile. “You should know, corny pickup lines don’t work on me.”

Slowly, my arms crept around her waist, and I pulled her toward my body. A gentle moan escaped her lips. I leaned forward and gently ran my tongue on the side of her ear. “Is this working so far?” I whispered seductively against her ear.

She took a deep breath and struggled to breathe. “Yeah, but I don’t know you. I can’t be here with you.”

She wanted to resume the seductive role play we started inside.

“Relax, baby girl,” I whispered against her ear. “I can be trusted.”

She took a deep breath. “Can you be trusted to behave?”

I let out a low chuckle. Then I leaned forward and sucked the skin on her neck, leaving her with another mark. Then I whispered against her ear, “With you? Never!” Then my hand slowly crept down from her waist until it rested just above her mons.

She moaned, and she slightly leaned her head against me.

“Zach… Zach, we can’t,” she whispered. “Somebody might see us. Our cousins are inside.”

I chuckled. “Now, you don’t want to role play anymore? Too late, baby girl. I’ve already made up my mind. Now you get to live your fantasy of being picked up by a stranger in a bar.”

Without warning, I took her hands in mine and pulled her toward the path that led to the parking lot.

“What are you doing?”

I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. She got me hot from the moment she walked into the bar, and now, I was suffering from blue balls. I didn’t think. She asked for this. She was going to get it.