Chapter 2-1
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Chapter 2
Brett
I blow a hefty breath as the hot water pours over me in the shower. I’m begging it to wash the dirty thoughts out of my head. Apparently, I’ve been away for too long a time. Long enough for little Aussie Fisher to grow up into something other than the dorky little girl I knew. And my body is more ready to accept that than my head.
I glare at my hard c**k, stiff and powerful between my legs.
No. I can’t touch myself and think of her.
I’ve always liked her spunk, her sharpness, her quick wit. And now she’s eighteen, gorgeous, and hopelessly unaware of how tempting she is. Totally unaware of things to be honest, especially since she doesn’t feel the need to close her curtains or blinds before changing.
I get that she didn’t need to during for the last four years I’ve been away, but now I’m back. And I didn’t have the restraint to look away once she started shimmying out of her jeans two night ago. Seeing her in just a b*a and underwear—despite feeling wrong as f**k—got me hard within a minute. Austin has filled out in a way I never would have guessed. Especially considering she insists on wearing baggy clothes that hide it all. It makes me tempted to strip every piece from her body and run my hands over the curves.
“It’s f*****g sick.” I shake my head at my c**k, as if telling it no will be enough. “We don’t want her.”
But it’s a lie. Every fiber of my being craves for Austin. I don’t know if it’s her sharp tongue, or the fact she didn’t swoon or give me the slightest hint of kindness after four years apart. It’s a breath of fresh air from the women who practically fall in my lap. It’s not the worst thing in the world to want Austin, either. After all she’s legal. If Sam wasn’t her brother maybe... or if I didn’t used to consider her a little sister...
But she’s not the same person anymore. There’s an obvious disconnect between us. I’m tempted to push her, find out what it is. It can’t just be the story I stole from her bag. But thinking back, we were fine before then. I was the super angry asshole who liked fighting for fun, while Austin was the foul-mouthed computer geek who used to whip my a*s at video games every Saturday night. We used to click until we didn’t. Now she really hates my guts.
I’d like to re-read that erotic story I stole from her and picture this Aussie doing dirty things. Now that I’ve seen her flat belly, her cleavage, and those delicious legs I’d love to wrap around my head. And her a*s. Her gorgeous s***k-able a*s.
I can’t control my thoughts right? So it’s okay to fantasize.
Fuck it. No one knows what I do in the shower. There’s no point in holding out.
I give in, wrapping my hands around my aching c**k. I stroke myself, letting in the image of Aussie riding my c**k as she moans my name, cursing for me to make her come. And while she does, she surrenders to me. She drops to her knees, and I grip a handful of her hair when she takes me into her mouth, blowing me until I burst into a million pieces, filling her mouth. Then I try to wash away the fantasy as I finish my shower.
By the time I get into bed, I see her back in her room, on the computer, utterly and completely focused with headphones over her ears—the old-fashioned kind that don’t let the trace of sound in. Her brown hair is braided down to the middle of her back and the blue light of the computer makes her look paler than she is.
I can’t stop looking at her. Does she even know how beautiful she is? I don’t think so. Seeing her today, I couldn’t stop staring either.
She’s definitely not the eager little tag along she used to be—always wanting to be included despite being a kid. Now she doesn’t seem to want anyone in her life. Not me, certainly not Will and I don’t blame her. I should have put an end to his t*****e years ago, but I didn’t.
I was sure he’d grow out of it like I did. Boys will be boys and part of that is learning limits, how far to push people. Because Will won’t figure it out by being told. Only the consequences of getting his a*s kicked or not getting laid is going to teach him when to stop.
And it’s not my job to get my brother to stop being a jack a*s. It’s my job to support him to a point and make sure he doesn’t get the s**t kicked out of him when his own issues come back to bite him in the a*s.
Plus, I have my own s**t. I recently traded my business degree for a UFC career, and I need to prove to my parents it’s not a mistake. I gave up the lease on my apartment and moved back into my old bedroom, so I don’t deplete my trust fund, but I still need to start earning to keep my savings intact. I come from a family where money is no issue, but I don’t want to be a freeloader. I need to pay my own way.
I’m also dealing with another serious issue; my jealous ex, my first and only serious relationship that got tanked when she slept with someone else. Her reason for cheating? I was too busy with competing in lower league competitions so an agent could notice me and take me on as a client. Just like my parents, she thinks I’m making a mistake with my life. But unlike them, she doesn’t intend to support me at all. But I wouldn’t have stayed with her, anyway. I can’t be with someone if there’s no trust. Soon, I’ll be traveling around the country for tournaments. Touring the world will be my next goal. I need a woman who will hold me down, for better for worse.
But for now, I need to get over this sudden urge to worm back into Aussie’s life and I need to shake off my ex’s sudden obsession with getting me back. Between that and ramping up training to get into the UFC circuit, I’m too busy to worry about my brother or any s**t that happened in the past.
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