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(FINISHED)Summer Waters is afraid to be with her brother’s womanizing best friend because her brother is very protective, but she will come to find that they are too attracted to one another to stay away. View table of contents...


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Submitted:Jun 5, 2014    Reads: 1,078    Comments: 15    Likes: 7   

Chapter 17: Don't fuck with us

I was lying in my bed, talking on Tara's phone to Evie. It was at least eleven at night.

"So how is he?" I asked her.

She sighs. "I don't know how bad it is yet. Your mom won't say anything to me. You know how she is. But hon, as soon as I figure it out, I'll let you know. Okay? Just do you. Don't worry about Liam tonight. Okay? He's going to be fine. I promise."

"I know and thank you, Evie."

"Your welcome, hon. Love you."

"Love you more. Goodnight."

"Night." Just as I hung up, my door opened.

Chris walked in and then turned to shut the door.

When he turn to face back to me, I saw that he had stitches going up his jaw. But I didn't see it as something to be afraid of, I saw it something to be fascinated by. He got that scar by protecting me.

"Come here." I whisper.

Chris didn't hesitate to walk over to me and stand over my bed looking down into my eyes.

I turn so that I'm facing him, and I placed my legs on either side of him.

Evie said forget about Liam for tonight and just do what I want. She was right. I just wanted my mind to be on Chris.

I unbutton the button to his jeans, unzip the zipper and pull them down to his ankles. I look up into his eyes, and he's biting on his lip in a sexy way that makes a ball of desire burst in my body.

I brought my legs back up onto the bed and stood on my knees on the edge of the bed, grabbed the back of his neck, and pulled his lips to mine.

Chris's hand went to my lower back, and pulled me against his body.

He felt so good, and warm. My hands slid from his neck, to his shoulders, over his chest.

I could smell his cologne, and there was something so sexual about it, that made my desire for him stronger. I wanted to please him, and make him grab for my hair while I was going down on him.

My hand slid down to the bulge in his boxers and I massaged it.

I feel his breathing getting deeper and heavier as he began to grow.

I was hungry for him, hungry to touch him. Hungry to taste him.

My fingers dipped into the waistline of his boxers and pulled them down letting him spring free.

Chris's tongue was demanding and he gained control. I wanted him to have control over me, over this moment.

"Chris." I whisper.

He pulls back only an inch to meet my eyes.

I don't say anything, I just move off of the bed. I turn him around to face me and I get down onto my knees onto the floor as I look up into his eyes.

Chris's lips were parted, and his hazel eyes held anxiousness, calm excitement.

I release his length to pull his shirt off since it was going to get in the way.

When I pulled it off of his body, it revealed his ripped and built torso.

My hands ran up his body, his hard and warm abs beneath my fingers.

I meet his eyes again as I trail my nails down, to his hotspot just below his abdomen.

"Summer." He hisses quietly.

"I wanna please you, Chris." I whispered looking up into his eyes.

Chris sighed slowly and nodded his head.

I take his member in my hands and lick from the tip down to the base.

He was so hard, so firm, yet so smooth at the same time.

My tongue twirled and caressed the firm flesh as I moved back up to the tip.

My mouth went over his tip and I gave it a few light sucks before allowing my tongue to glide and massage it.

I hear Chris's sharp intake of breath, and it makes my body become hot from making him feel this way.

I take him into my mouth, as deep as I'm able to until he hits the back of my throat.

I let my hand twists around his shaft as I began to move my mouth back and forth over him starting off gentle.

Then gradually, I began suckling as hard as I can.

Chris began panting, and I looked up at him to see his head tilted back and his eyes closed.

Oh god. This is turning me on so much. I want to touch myself, but this moment is about Chris and how good I wanted to make him feel.

I take my mouth off of him but continue to pump his shaft as I go below and lick his balls.

Chris's fingers tangled through my hair as he gasps.

I moaned and suckled them a bit before kissing my way back to his shaft. I released one hand and licked my way back up to his tip and took him in my mouth once more. I resumed the rhythm I was going before, allowing him to him to hit back of my throat. I released his shaft and grabbed his hips, allowing him to do what he wanted.

He began moving my head back and forth gently, moaning, as I tighten my lips around him.

As he thrusts in my mouth, his eyes met mine, an almost pained expression on his face as he moved.

His pace then sped up and his grab on my hair became tighter, harder. "Fuck, Summer, I love you." He breathed.

My body felt hot and tingly everywhere and my heart was beating hard in my chest.

He moved faster, not holding back, and moaned out my name as he kept on his rhythm.

My hand slid from his hip down to his balls, and I massaged and stroked them gently.

Chris grunted and tossed his head back as he stilled and came in my mouth.

That set him off. I was more than pleased to try something new that worked.

I swallowed as much as I could of him.

My eyes met his as I kept licking up the leftover and swallowing.

His grip on my hair lessened, and instead he stroked it soothingly, watching me.

When I was done, I stayed on my knees and looked up at him.

After just a minute of staring at one another, he exhales shakily. "I'm sorry if I got too rough."

I shook my head. "No. I wanted you to." I whispered.

He ran his fingers through my hair. "God, you are just…" He didn't finish. Instead, he picked me up and placed me on my bed and he climbed over my body, in between my legs. "I never wanted to fuck somebody so fucking badly in my life." He whispered.

I smirk at him. "I wanted to please you tonight. It's only about you."


"It just is. Accept it." I said.

"I love you, did you fucking know that?"

I smile and nod my head. "I love you too."


When I woke up, I was on top of Chris.

I must have fell asleep on his chest.

I looked at him, my eyes going to his scar. Regardless, he was still the most beautiful bastard I ever seen in my life. My thumb brushes against his stitches. My trust for him, and my look on who he is, and how's he changed, made me actually realize that I am deeply in love with him. I knew I loved him before, but now it was more realistic, and deeper than it was before. I was going to move in with him. I knew I was too young to move in with someone, and yeah, people may call it young love. No. This was something way fucking deeper than people are making it seem. Everyone thinks I have a 'thing' for Chris. No. I am obsessed with this man who changed for me. He gave up his girls for me. He gave up his best friend…for me. How can I not love him?

I leaned over and kissed his scar, just giving small, lingering pecks.

Chris sighs and his hand slides to my ass as his eyes open.

I pull back to look into his eyes.

"Hi." I say smiling at him.

"Morning, princess." He whispers.

"Good morning. Did you sleep okay?"

He chuckles. "Show me a guy who doesn't sleep good after a BJ."

I grin.

"What brought that on?"

"I wanted to. You know how you just want to have sex with someone really bad?"

He nods. "Don't I know it."

"Well it was more than that. It was like every bit of me wanted to please you. It was like master and a willing sex slave."


"Wow what?"

"The thought of you being my sex slave."

"Like it?" I asked.

"Can't you feel how much I like it?" He asked, pressing my body against him hard, and sure enough, I did feel that he was getting hard. This man is never not hard when he's around me.

The door opened and I quickly scrambled off of Chris and fell beside him.

Evie looked between us, a smile on her face. "Sorry, should have knocked. I'm pretty sure I've interrupted."

"It's fine." I say, holding my heart. I don't know why I thought she'd be Liam.

My heart was racing.

"I'm gonna cook us some breakfast or at least help Margaret cook. Then, we should talk about this situation."

I nod. "Okay."

She nods and looked to Chris. "Hey, Chris."


She chuckles. "To be a teenager again." She shook her head and closed the door.

I looked over to him and he sat up.

"I don't want to get out of bed." I said as my fingers combed through my tangled hair. I know it's tangled because Chris was grabbing it so hard when I was going down on him and the thought made me hungry for him again.

Chris studied my face for a second as if he was looking for something.


Chris got on his knees and pushed me back onto my pillows.

My body was already excited. I was in the mood to play.

Chris's hand slide up, rising up my nighty, and revealing my white panties.

He chuckled. "Me and you both know you're so innocent anymore, princess. Especially not with the way I've been fucking you. So why the white panties?"

I blush. "I…"

"You don't even know," he shakes his head as his finger traces a design on them. "White cotton."

"Take them off." I whisper.

His eyes meet mine and he smirks. "You really want me to?"

I want to nod, but Evie may just come in randomly to 'check in' on us. "Maybe not. Evie might come in."

Chris shook his head. "I don't care. Lift your body up."

I lift up my lower body and he pulls my panties down my legs and off.

He throws them onto the floor and then his eyes go to the part that only he knows well.

His eyes meet mine. "You look so damn innocent."

I bite on my lip. I may look it, but he's made me the complete opposite of an innocent girl.

"We should do this in the shower, kill two birds with one stone." I said smirking at him.

He stands up on my bed and steps off, then he grabs me, hoists me over his shoulder, and takes me to my bathroom, all the while I'm giggling wildly.


After our shower, me and Chris came out of my room, with the guilty look of satisfaction on our faces.

I had my hand in his as we walked down the stairs and made our way to the dining room.

Our food was set out for us.

Evie was sitting at the table and Chase was sitting with her.

"Hey, Chase." I said.

He nodded and then looked to Chris.

Chris sat down beside me and looked to Chase. "What?"

Chase looked to Evie.

She cleared her throat. "We were just wondering if you had planned on pressing charges on Liam."

Chris shook his head. "No."

"He could have killed you." Evie said.

I glared at her.

"Look, that's my nephew, love him to death. But he did what he did and there's nothing he can do to take that back."

"I'm not pressing charges. I wanna forget the whole damn thing, honestly."

Chase sighed. "This may fuck things up for us. I don't want to have to choose sides between being friends with you, and with him."

Chris shook his head. "This is not grade school. I don't care. You known him longer, be friends with him."

"Still, Chris. We knew each other for some years."

He rolled his eyes. "Then do what you want. But I'm not going to say, if you're friends with him, don't be friends with me. I'm just saying that I can't be his friend ever again, I'm just going to be civil. But choose what you want. I honestly don't give a fuck."

Evie nodded. "That's what I was hoping for. Hopefully, Liam can come home soon, and then it's just a done deal. Yet it will be kind of awkward. I mean I'm more than damn sure that when he comes back, you two aren't going to stop seeing one another."

"You don't have to worry about that, Evie." I said grabbing a slice of toast from a plate in the middle of the table.

"Why is that?" She asked.

I looked to Chris who was just quiet as he poured himself a glass of orange juice.

Damnit. I got to tell her. "Uh…I'm kinda…moving in with Chris."

Evie dropped her fork.

Chase looked down to his food.

Evie looked to Chris and then back to me. "When did you decide that?"

"Earlier today. It makes sense. I'm going to enroll into the university of San Diego, and I'm going to be living with him. I gotta get out of this house, Evie."

After a moment, she nods. "Yeah, I guess you're right. Then again, you can come to Paris with me and attend school there, and live with your extremely sexy famous fashion designer aunt."

I smile. "I'd love to but…California is my baby, regardless of how much I hate it sometimes. And plus I can't leave my other baby either."

Chris's hand slid up my leg under the table, and it took everything in me, not to make him go down between my legs.

Instead, I tried to distract myself. "Where's Tara?" I asked Chase.

His face turned grim. "She stayed home. Said she wasn't feeling well. She threw up this morning." He said.

Chris chuckled. "You're going to be a father."

My eyes widened.

Chase grimaced. "How do you know?"

"Morning sickness. It's obvious."

I scratched the back of my head and tried to look everywhere but directly at Chase.

I checked my nails to make sure they looked alright.

"That's…impossible." Chase said slowly.

"Is it?" Chris asked.

Chase paused. "Summer?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "I don't know anything. Don't ask me." She was supposed to tell him. Why didn't she?

"Chase, handle your business. That's all I'm going to say." Evie said, taking a bite of her cheesy scrambled eggs.

"Fuck. Fuck. Maybe she is," He suddenly looked far away as he stared at the table.

I didn't want him to find out this way.

Chris's loud ass mouth.

He just guessed but he got it right.

"Goddamnit." Chase scooted back from the table and walked out of the room.

Evie shook her head. "I saw it coming," She looked to me. "You knew that whole time too, didn't you?" She asked.

I sigh. "Maybe she did tell me."

She nodded. "Knew it."

Chris dug his nails in slightly and his hand slid to my inner thigh, close, but not at the place I wanted.

I looked to him. He obviously wasn't done with me.

"So," Evie clapped her hands together. "Imogene."

I roll my eyes, and all my desire for Chris is replaced by anger by that girl. "I'm going to go talk to her."

"Need back up?" Evie asked.

I shook my head. "No. I can handle her. She's nothing."

"Alright, I'm just saying, call me if anything happen. I always wanted to get my hand around that slut's neck. Only a fucking pig would fuck that slut. No offense, Chris."

He shakes his head. "None taken. I don't even remember it."

"Good answer." I said.


Chris let me drive his new car, a black 2014 Hennessey venom GT, over to Imogene's house.

I stopped in front of her yard and turned the car off.

I got out of the car and moved over to walk across the grass that was in need of a mowing.

It was a one floor home. I've been inside once but I remember she didn't have a lot in her house.

I banged my fist against the door, the stood back and waited,

After a few moments, the door opened and Imogene was standing there, her hair tangled, and her eyes tired.

She did not look happy to see me. Not that I could blame her. I wouldn't be happy to see me either at this point.

"What do you want?"

"You ratted me out to Liam after I told you not to."

"Yeah, and?"

"You have a lot of damn nerve, you know that? He almost killed Chris. I told you he was in a bad state of mind right now and I'd tell him soon."

"Oh come on. No you weren't. You're terrified of Liam, and he deserved to know."

"Bitch, admit it. You don't care about him. You just did this because you thought it was going to break me and Chris up, but it didn't."

"Whatever, the two of you won't last long anyway. He's not going to waste his time with someone who's no more than a little girl."

"If it's going to end so soon, why did he ask me to move in with him?"

That cocky look on her face changed to bemusement. I bet she didn't expect that, and the look on her face was priceless.

"You're moving in with him? You dumbass bitch."

"No. You're the dumbass bitch who thinks she has a chance with someone who couldn't remember even touching you."

"Oh shut up. You don't know what you're talking about."

I sighed. "I'm not going to waste my time listening to you, Imogene. I'm just going to tell you what's going on. I don't care about what you have to say. Have my brother. Have him. I don't care. I won't stand in your way of being a fucking gold digger anymore. If he wants to deal with that, then he can. But," I step closer to her so that we're nose to nose. "If you speak to my boyfriend ever again, or even look at him, I will come after you, and that shit is a promise."

She didn't say anything.

"All the times I held back from kicking your ass, I will not hold back this time. Stay away from Chris. Understand?"

She looked defeated, but at the same time, tried to hide it. She should feel defeated. He doesn't want her, and she's pathetic for even thinking that he did. He grew tired of her, not even remembering his night with her.

He's chosen me over her.

Chosen to make me his girl.

Chosen me over a man that he considered his brother since they were kids.

He chosen me to live with. Why would she ever think she was ever able to compete? She told Liam out of rage, and jealousy, and it backfired on her.

"Anything you wanna say?" I asked.

After a moment of hesitation, she nodded. "Yeah, get the fuck out of my face."

I shrugged. "Leaving. But remember what I said, and I was dead serious about it. One way, or another, I'm am going to kick your ass if you come around me and Chris again."

It was then that she slammed her door shut, and I let out a fresh breath. I told her what was going to happen, and if she was smart, she'd listen. But I had a gut feeling, she was going to do something to piss me off. And I may have to fight her anyway.


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