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Unbreakable

Novel By: IceBreaker
Erotica



(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:May 3, 2014    Reads: 1,693    Comments: 17    Likes: 15   


Chapter 6: I really fucking like you

I had this deep giddy feeling at the bottom of my stomach when I woke up the next day. Because we didn't get into the house until four A.M., I didn't wake up until one in the afternoon. I got up and slipped my robe on before going downstairs. I greeted Margaret who was vacuuming the hallway. I walked down the stairs and came to see Liam sitting on the couch with Chris and they were playing on the playstation 4.

They were both fully dressed and Chris looked really good.

I purposely stepped in the way of the television and walked to the couch beside the one they were sitting on.

"You look like shit ran over twice." Said Chris.

I sent him a glare. "Yeah, thanks a lot." Some boyfriend. "For your information, it's because of your fucking party why I look so messed up right now."

"Ah, so my little shin-dig got you fucked up. Great to know that you like my parties so much."

"Blow me, Chris."

He glanced at me and winked.

I stared at him.

"Did you drink a lot?" Liam asked.

I look to him. "No but you did. You were passed out."

He nods and pauses the game. He runs his fingers through his blonde hair. "Yeah, Chase told me."

I narrow my eyes. "What else did he tell you?"

"What do you mean?" he asked looking completely confused.

I shrug my shoulders innocently. "Just curious."

"Well he told me I vomited on a girl I was kissing other than that, nothing else."

Okay. Good. Well not good for whoever he was kissing.

"Why? Is there something I should know?" He asked.

Chris shook his head. "You know your sister, cautious…paranoid." He said.

Liam stood. "Yeah she is. I'm going to go get some chips. I'll be back." He said before walking out of the room.

I looked to Chris and he patted the seat next to him.

I stood up. "You know, you can stop being a dick to me. I already agreed to be your girlfriend."

I sat down next to him.

"Yeah, but if we start being nice to one another, he's going to know something's up."

"I guess you're right." I picked up the playstation controller from the floor and looked to the tv. "Teach me how to play." I said.

Chris chuckled. "You don't know the first thing about video games, princess. Stick to your dresses, your jewelry, and your heels."

I glare at him. "Teach me. How to play." I said slowly.

He sighed. "Fine."

He showed me the correct controls and took the game off pause. Our objective was to shoot the zombies and unlock doors.

"You need to get the pistol first." Chris said.

"I want the damn shot-gun. This pistol won't do anything."


"Trust me. You're gonna need the shotgun later. Just do what I say."

I turned in the game and shot at him.

He grimaced and shot back at me.

"Stop shooting me." I said.

"You shot me, and now because of you, the fucking zombies are coming after us."

"Who cares?" I turned around, pointed my gun to the zombies running near us and both me and Chris cleared them out immediately.

"See? I'm not all dresses." I said smiling at him.

He smirked at me but didn't say anything.

"What?" I asked.

"I just really fucking like you."

Before I could respond, Liam walked back into the room with a bowl of potato chips in his hands. "Damnit. You unpaused the game?" He asked.

"Hey I tried to warn her." Chris said.

"I kicked the zombies' asses." I stood up. "What are we doing today?" I asked.

"I have to go see something today." Liam said.

"Something meaning what?"

"Someone." He said. He sat down with the bowl in his lap and took out a pack of cigarettes.

"Someone meaning Imogene?" I asked.

He sighed. "She text me yesterday. I have every right to go see her."

"But she-"

"Don't start with that shit, Summer."

"Okay, I'm sorry to bring this up for the both of you, but are you forgetting that Chris fucked her?"

"Don't bring me into it." He said glaring at me. And I know for a fact it was really bothering him coming from his girlfriend about some girl he once fucked. "That was a long time ago and I never had feelings for her."

"Then why did you fuck her?" I asked. It turned from me defending my brother, to jealousy.

Chris stood up, "Why I fucked her is none of your fucking business."

"You're full of shit. I hope you know that."

"Glad you're aware of that, princess." He dropped the controller and left the room.

I watched him go up the stairs and I felt bad. He was my boyfriend, yet we were arguing like we hated one another. I thought with him making me his girl, things would change, but things seemed to stay pretty much the same.

I looked to Liam.

He stood up and grabbed my chin between his fingers. "You need to stop with this shit, Summer. I'm over it so you need to be over it."

I moved his hand off of me. "I just can't believe you give in so easily to that bitch."

"You think it was easy? She sent me nothing but letters while I was gone saying she was sorry."

"Yeah, and what's going to stop her from doing it again?"

Liam sighed. "I'm done with this conversation. I'm going to see her and honestly, sis, I don't give a damn about what you say."

"Fine. If you get hurt, that's on you."

I can tell he wants to argue, yell at me, but he says nothing. When it comes to Chris and Liam, they are so similar when it comes to being defensive about something.

I find it both disturbing and odd. Disturbing because my boyfriend is so close to my brother.

I didn't argue any longer and I just let the rest of the day go by.

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Tara and Chase stayed at her house. Evie was out all day doing whatever Evie does with her time. And my mother was out with her boyfriend Rene, whom I personally don't get along with nor approve of but she does whatever she wants and I can't stop her.

After hours of laying in my bed thinking about how much I hated pissing Chris off, I decided to go talk to him…if he's here. I know Liam wouldn't be here because he's off with his cheating skank of an ex-girlfriend, Imogene.

I showered, got dressed and made my way downstairs.

Chris was sitting on the couch and I came down and stopped to stare at him. He was playing the game and he still looked somewhat pissed from earlier.

I walked around the couch and stared down at him.

"What do you want?" He asked without looking at me.

"So is this it? Are we broken up?"

"No."

"So why are you treating me like I'm no one?" I asked.

He paused the game and met my eyes. "I'm mad because you go off on me for something I did in my past and we made a deal that if you don't bring that shit up again, I wouldn't tell Liam about you fucking that guy at that party last year. Do I bring that up to you? No. Because I know you want me, not him. So shut the fuck up about Imogene and act like my fucking girlfriend."

I blinked and looked down to the floor. Something I found odd was that the only two people who I really allowed to talk sense into me was not my parents, but my brother, and my now-boyfriend. Anyone else, I'd be very defensive.

Chris grabbed my hand, bringing me down onto the couch with him.

He laid onto the couch and had his hands around my hips, as he made me straddle him. He stared up into my eyes and tucked my hair behind my ear.

I didn't want to fight with him. Not anymore. It was stupid and I guess it was in the past.

"I'm sorry." I whispered.

He nodded. "S'okay, sweetheart. That shit just pisses me off."

"Then I won't talk about it anymore." I said.

"Summer, Imogene is over. Fuck her. I don't want her, I don't need her."

I sigh. I felt the tenseness leave my body. I was relieved to hear those words. All this time I thought after he fucked her, he cared about her but just didn't act on it because he was trying to get back on Liam's good side.

But I guess I was wrong. He had zero feelings for the girl, and he had feelings for me.

"You believe me or do you think I'm talking bullshit?" He asked.

I shrugged my shoulders. "A little bit of both." I answered.

"You don't trust me."

"You just made me your girlfriend yesterday. Trust doesn't develop that fast."

"If you don't trust me, why'd you agree to be with me?"

"Because I like you, asshole."

He smirks. "I like you too."

I looked away as I smiled to myself silently.

He sat up so we were nose to nose and made me look at him. "I don't get you, princess. You like to be aggressive however, you shy away from me."

I looked into his eyes. There was lighter gold around the irises, something I never noticed before. We've been close but not this close to one another before.

My hands slid into his hair and I grabbed it hard. He was right. I was shy and irritated and aggressive around him. It was a mix of emotions I didn't understand.

Chris hand slid to hold my torso. The look in his eyes was so sexy, it put butterflies in my stomach.

I leaned in first and kissed his lips, giving him little teasing pecks at first. Just to test how good his lips felt. Chris's lips made me feel nothing but want, and longing deep in my groin. I never been kissed like that until him.

Chris refused to let me tease him and he grabbed my ass, and deepened the kiss.

Slowly, his hands slid up from my ass to the arch of my back, and I felt chills running down simultaneously.

I parted my lips for him, allowing him to take over.

His tongue slid against mine, and I sighed softly, loving the taste of it.

His breathing was leveled with mine, but below me, I can feel he was growing a bit.

I parted my lips from his and unbuttoned his jeans.

I wanted to feel how big he was again. I recall that moment in the movie theater when he made me feel him through his jeans, and I was not able to forget it. I slipped my hand into his boxers and felt his hot length, so fucking big in hand.

I met his eyes.

"You think it's going to fit in that tiny cunt of yours?" He asked.

I shook my head. No. It wouldn't. It was too big, I could already tell it was going to hurt and it'll feel like me losing my virginity all over again.

"It's too big." I whispered.

He smiles to himself. "If I had a penny for every fucking time I've heard that…."

My thumb caressed the warm feel of his shaft. An excited thrill went through my body, thrill and fear of his size.

Chris laid back on his elbows, watching me as my thumb stroked his shaft.

"Keep doing that." He breathed.

I wanted his pants down so I would be able to feel more of it.

I wasn't surprised that I felt that warmth down below in my panties. Chris always makes that happen to me.

My hand just felt all the way into his boxers and I felt the length all the way down. Jesus.

He groaned.

"Chris,"

He sighed and met my eyes. I think feeling him like this was making him feel good.

I felt the sticky liquid at the tip of him.

"Summer," He grabbed my hand. "I'm going to cum. You gotta stop."

"Already? I barely touched you."

He smirks. "You touched me enough."

I laughed and took my hand out of his boxers. I wanted to explore a little more but I'll save that for another time.

He sat back up and scooted us back so he was leaning against the arm of the couch.

His fingers slid down to my hips. And then he grabs the hem of my shirt.

Any other guy, I would have slapped the hell out of him, but I let Chris pull my t-shirt off of me.

He was still stiff underneath my body and I was wearing a skirt, so I can feel him against my panties, and against my clit. I moved my body a little purposely to feel the friction.

Chris shook his head. "If you don't want me to do it, don't fucking tease me."

"Do what?" I asked innocently.

"To fuck you hard on this couch. I want it, but I know your tight little cunt won't be able to take it. So stop teasing me." He said as he dropped my shirt on the floor.

I did as he said and stopped.

I was only in my burgundy lacy bra that held my size c cup breasts in place. He couldn't keep his hands off of me. They slid from my back, to the cups of my bra and he caresses them in his fingers as he takes my lip between his teeth and began to suckling it.

This heightened a thrill inside of me being that no one kissed me like this before.

I moaned as his lips slid in between mine and his fingers returned to my back and he unsnapped my bra.

I wasn't embarrassed to be exposed to him. I never been exposed to anyone before. Not even the guy I had sex with before. We did it with clothes on and there wasn't any touching or kissing like this.

The straps of my bra fell and I slide it off without breaking the kiss.

We're both breathing hard within the kiss and his hands began to feel my breasts.

Oh god. His hands feel so damn good on me.

Jesus, I almost feel like I can cum from this.

His lips leave mine and his eyes go to my breasts.

He smirked as his thumb came up to brush against my nipple.

My eyes fluttered closed.

"My baby's sensitive." He whispered.

I nodded my head.

He dipped his head and kissed around my nipple which made my body go crazy on the inside.

I squirmed in his lap as I moaned.

He groaned as I moved against his stiff erection pushing against my pussy.

I think out of any time I've been turned on, out of any time guys has touched me or I touched myself, this was the one real moment where I wanted to have sex. Well, I wouldn't call what I want Chris to do to me 'having sex'. I want to get fucked by him.

His lips closed around my nipple and I whimpered as I tossed my head back.

I hear moaning and it doesn't sound like me, but I know it is.

Chris is making me feel so good and I don't want him to stop.

I hear the back door suddenly slam close and me and Chris both stopped.

Immediately he picks me up as he stands up and sits me down onto my feet. I snatch my shirt from the floor and put it on and pulled the hem of my skirt down while Chris buttoned his jeans back up.

My mother walked into the room, of course high out of her mind. She looked to me, and then to Chris. It was obvious what was going on.

She sighed. "I got nothing to say other than your father's coming over tomorrow. You tell him about this. And as for your brother," she shook her head and chuckled as she pulled a cigarette out of her bra and a lighter from her skirt pocket. She resembled Evie so much. An older, brunette, high version of her. "You know how Liam is. He has anger problems. Something's wrong with him and you know that he loves you." She looked to Chris. "Can you imagine what he'd do to either one of you if he found out about," She waved her hand. "Whatever this is?"

I drove my fingers through my blond hair. "He's gotten better, mommy."

She put the cigarette into her lips and dragged before taking it out and releasing a puff of circular smoke. "You remember what he did to that little boy in sixth grade just from hugging you? He put that boy in the goddamn hospital, Summer. He's a grown man. I can't…I won't be able to stop him if he gets out of control. So whatever this is, either don't let him see it, or end it." She turned around and went up the stairs.

I sighed and looked to Chris.

My mother was right. She wasn't able to stop his anger. Only he can, but I didn't want to end this thing with Chris. I liked him. This shit just started and I was really liking it.

Chris shook his head and half smiled. "I don't care about Liam's anger problem. I honestly don't give a fuck."

"You should. You been there for eighty percent of his episodes. You know how he is and you're being fucking stupid and taking a risk."

"Yeah well that makes you fucking stupid too. I didn't throw myself at you, did I? You are just as responsible for this shit as I am, princess."

I took a deep breath to calm myself down. "I don't want him to hurt you, Chris. That's the problem. I mean he's acting cool and normal now but you know how he used to get. How he gets about me. Why can't he stand any guy to be around me? I have no clue. But I don't want you hurt because of me. If he walks through that door and he sees us, it's going to drive him crazy and turn him right back into that angry teenager he use to be."

"I don't think he'll turn back."

"You don't know what he did when he found out about you and Imogene, do you?"

"What?"

"He threw the fucking tv against the wall. The tv was fucking huge."

"Yet, I'm still sitting here, wanting you, and I'm not intimidated."

I stared at him.

"You know, I know I act conceited and arrogant, and so fucking full of myself, and heartless. I know. But regardless of all that shit that's me, I know that a big part of myself would never stop wanting you because of him. I felt like this for years…even during the time I was gone in Berlin. I don't care. No one, him, your mom, not even your fucking father, will make me stop wanting you. Simple as that."





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