Their Best Friend

Almost Agreeing

Grayson POV

I watch as Sammi walks away from me; she thinks it’s easy not to touch her, but she’s very wrong. The fact I got out of the shower and followed her naked through the house, with the risk her brothers would see, is proof it’s not easy.

Then, she stands here naked in a f*****g silk robe. She didn’t close it. She moved, making it open more. Turning, I walk upstairs, getting to her room, I walk in without knocking. She turns, shocked, entirely naked, and grabs the robe.

What the hell am I doing? She needs to tell me to get out, to go and leave her alone. I watch as she steps closer to me. I stand, staring at her, waiting for her to see sense or for my strength to come back and make me walk out of this room before touching her.

“What do you want, Gray?” The way she says Gray makes me want to f**k her.

“Do you have any idea how bad this would become if your brothers found out?” I step closer, and she doesn’t move. “How f*****g awkward it will become because we can’t tell them?” I take another step towards her. “How much sneaking around it would take, and the risk it would involve?”

All of which makes me want to agree; the thrill of it being forbidden, of it being wrong, just makes me want to f**k her and forget the consequences. She stays gripping the robe, ensuring it covers her body. What the hell am I still doing in this room with her?

If any of her brothers went near my sister, I would go ape. I would beat the living s**t out of them. God, closing my eyes, I wait, praying she tells me to get out.

“The only one making it awkward is you, Gray. Go back to dreaming about whatever woman was in your mind in the shower, as it wasn’t me.”

My eyes snap open, and I take one large step until I’m in front of her. Grasping the robe, I rip it from her grip and stare down at her body. My eyes trail over her breasts and down her stomach, down more, until my c**k is aching, pushing against my jeans.

Wrapping my hand around her neck, I pull her to me. My mouth attacks hers. She cries slightly and kisses me back, her body pushing closer to mine. “Say no, Sammi,” I whisper before biting against her lip.

She hisses and pushes her body closer to mine.

“Fine, no.” She pushes me back, and I stare at her. “You can leave now, Grayson. I just remembered why I never wanted you in the first place.”

Her words send a flurry of anger through me and f*****g lust at the fact she’s refusing me. I don’t listen, instead; I wrap my arm around her waist and lift her. Dropping her onto the bed, I push her thighs open, my head dropping between them.

“Grayson!” Her word is loud, but I ignore it. My tongue strokes along her p***y, feeling her hips raise, which buries my face deeper into her. Screw her and saying f*****g no, I’ll make her regret that. My tongue swirls around her c**t before moving back down to her p***y. I keep going, each stroke becoming quicker. One of my hands grips her breast, my fingers twisting her n****e, while the other hand grips her hip to keep her where I want her.

She sounds f*****g amazing, crying out for me. I work faster, feeling her body go rigid.

“Gray-son!” The word sounds even better when she’s f*****g drowning in pleasure. I don’t stop, I keep going, ensuring I get every drop of her pleasure. Her body relaxes, and I kiss her thigh.

What the f**k have I just done? I wasn’t lying when I said her brothers think I see her as a sister. They f*****g do. I feel her hands grasp me, and she tries to pull me up to her. Shaking my head, I climb off the bed.

What the f**k did I do?

“Grayson,” she looks at me and bites her lip.

I need to hurt her. If I hurt her she will definitely reject me if I try again. Hurting her, though, is f*****g low. She looks at me, waiting and so damn hopeful. Shaking my head, I smirk. “Enjoy that memory, Sammi, as that’s the most you will ever get out of me. I was simply bored and passing the time. You said no, and I wanted to prove you didn’t mean it, that’s all. You’re no different from any other woman.”

She swings and hits me; I deserve that, and it proves she won’t let me touch her again. Why the hell did she have to be their sister? If she was a random woman, fine, but she isn’t. She stares at me with tears in her eyes.

“Get the f**k out of my room and life.”

All I can do is nod, turn and walk out. I want to go back in and tell her it was lies, but I f*****g can’t. Had her brothers come home? Then what? They would have found me in that position with her. Which is entirely f****d up.

Walking back down, I sit in the kitchen. Less than two minutes later, they get back, which just proves I did the right thing, as they would have caught us. They sit talking, and I wonder if I should apologise to Sammi for my words. The issue is, if I apologise, will she think it means she can try to get more.

I hear her heels and glance through the door. Her body comes into view, and I choke on my drink. Holy f*****g s**t!

“What?” Zade looks at me.

“Nothing went down the wrong way, that’s all,” I lie and watch as she disappears out of view. That f*****g dress isn’t appropriate for her to leave in at all. For some reason, I feel f*****g jealous a guy might see her in it and make a move.

“Sammi?” Joel calls out.

“I got a job. I’m going to work!” The slam of the door follows her words. Work? Wearing a dress that is basically non-existent? I want to tell them so they bring her back and force her to get dressed again. The fact is, if I do, they know that I reacted to seeing her in that way. I was just lucky they didn’t realise I choked because of her.