Page 7 of Free Fall

Lex started showing up at our house because he missed Brady so much. We used to talk about everything, sitting here in this cramped car. We’d talk about different memories, and we’d cry with each other. We haven’t talked about anything that in-depth in months. Not since we gave in that one night when crying turned to kissing. Kissing turned to touching, and then there was no turning back. He fingered me until I climaxed around him, my body clamping around him like even it didn’t want to let him go.

I didn’t know I could feel that way after Brady died. Then, I craved it and craved it. I’d watch out the window until Lex would show up flashing his lights, promising me intense moments of relief.

I brush my hair aside. “I take that as a no.”

“Why can’t we talk about anything anymore?” he asks, voice soft. He’s so different than what you would think if you only saw him. He’s a gentle giant. Except for out on the field. When he’s playing football, he becomes his own monster.

“What fun is talking?” I ask, a smile on my face. Now that he’s here, I want nothing more than to lose myself in the bliss of not having to think. I love that this is our little secret. Reid and Cade don’t know. Jules doesn’t know either. Nor my parents or the school counselor. This time is just for Lex and me, to forget, to heal, to live.

I run my hand further up his thigh, but he stops me again. He’s straining in his shorts. I can see his erection from here, even in the low light. It’s not surprising he won’t let me touch him. He never has, but I always try.

“I just wanted to talk to you,” Lex says. “With everything that happened today, I thought you could use someone.”

“Oh, you mean Reid telling me I’m disgracing my brother?”

He flinches. “He’s just worried about you.”

“Is that how you act toward someone you’re worried about?”

“You shut us out.”

My anger spikes. “Listen, Lex, are you going to psychoanalyze me, or are you going to bury your head between my legs? Or maybe even your cock this time?”

Lex’s eyes flare.

“I see you straining.” I try to move my hands up once more, but he pushes down harder to stop me from moving. “Don’t you want to know what it feels like?”

I’m under no illusion that he hasn’t had other girls, but he hasn’t had me and he wants to. It’s so evident.

He swallows. “What we did together was so wrong.”

“We live in wrong, Lex.”

He squeezes my hand. I can see the conflict on his face. I’m not above egging him on. Otherwise, what did he come here for? We both know why he’s here. We best just get to it. The longer I’m out here, the better chances I have of getting found out.

I use my left hand to cup my breast over my form-fitting tank top. His eyes immediately zero in on my movement. I moan and bite my lip, thrusting my hips into the air. Then, I pull on the scooped neck until my bare breast is revealed.

“Jesus, Briar,” Lex says, his voice heavy with desire. He squeezes my hand again. I close my eyes, hoping he’ll move my palm over his cock. I want to feel him, feel his need for me.

I pluck at my nipple, rubbing it between my two fingers until it’s peaked and heat settles between my legs. I pull back on my hand, and he lets it go. I move it to my core and brush it over my nub. “Oh, God,” I groan.

I’m lost now. I’m not going to stop until I come. I don’t care if he does it or I do, it’s going to happen. Blissful moments of peace, that’s what I think of them as.

I open my eyes to see him feasting on me. Lex has always been handsome, just like the rest of my brother’s friends, but when he’s like this, he’s downright sexy. It was easy to fall into this arrangement with him. Too damn easy. “You know what would be better now? Your tongue on my pussy.”

“Fucking Christ, Briar,” he curses. “Where did you get a mouth like that?”

“You like it,” I tell him.

I rub my nub again and another shock of pleasure warms me. The truth is, he’s made me this bold. Ever since this started, he’s made me feel sexy and wanted. For so long I was just the annoying little sister, but one moment with Lex changed all that. He’s brought out a side in me I don’t want to hold back any longer.

I squeeze my nipple until pain blooms, but all it does is make me want more.

“Please, Lex,” I groan.

His large body moves forward. He takes up so much space in the car it’s impossible not to look at him. His stare is still conflicted while at the same time he eats me up with his eyes. “This is so wrong.”

“Taste me with your tongue, Lexington Jones. Let me feel you.”

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