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  Copyright© 2013 Sam Crescent

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  PROPOSITIONING HER

  BROTHER’S BEST FRIEND

  Sam Crescent

  Copyright © 2013

  Chapter One

  “You want me to do what?” Paul Ellis shouted the words across the room. He was shocked and outraged at the suggestion just put before him.

  And a little excited. Don’t forget the excitement, you sick fuck!

  He was ten years older than the woman stood before him, and she was his best friend’s little sister. There was no way he should be having erotic thoughts about her. Even as he ranted at himself, Paul couldn’t stop the need to claim her from bubbling up inside him.

  “What’s so wrong with what I asked? You like doing what I asked, and I’ve heard you’re really good at it, if the gossip is anything to go by. Why can’t I have you teach me?” Rachel Kramer asked.

  His mouth opened, but no words came out. Her words were not wrong. Paul loved sex, and he enjoyed fucking women regularly, but what she asked for was too much even for him. He liked hard, rough sex and to hear his woman s screaming her pleasure. Taking Rachel’s virginity would require something he wasn’t sure he possessed.

  Because out of all the other women you’ve fucked, you want Rachel more than anything.

  “Do you have any idea what your brother would say?” He brought up her brother even though Mitch was the last thing on his mind. Paul had been lusting after Rachel since she turned eighteen. Her birthday had started a spark inside him he couldn’t stop. Sure, he loved her dearly, but seeing her on her birthday had been like a shock to the system Paul had purposefully dated and fucked other women to get her out of his mind. Trying to get his thoughts away from Rachel was a constant challenge and one he didn’t always win. He wanted her that badly, and he hated himself for his weakness. What kind of friend could he call himself when he thought about his best friend’s little sister during sex?

  “I want you to teach me about sex. It’s a simple request.” Her voice was calm and steady as she spoke.

  Paul didn’t feel calm and steady. He felt ready to take her, to make her his after all this time of yearning. She was giving him an opportunity to take her. Instead, he continued to stare at her in an attempt to gather his thoughts.

  You can’t do this. Mitch is your best friend. He trusts you to take care of her in his absence.

  Fighting his own need was the hardest thing Paul had ever done.

  “I heard you. I’m not fucking stupid. I get what you want, but, Rachel, have you completely lost your mind?”

  If she hadn’t lost her mind he was close to it.

  “No. I want to learn about sex, and I want you to be the one to teach me,” she said, clearly.

  Why was she propositioning him? They weren’t in some kind of movie. This shit wasn’t supposed to happen in real life. He was being asked to teach his best friend’s sister about sex. Paul needed to remember that fact. She was Mitch’s little sister with a good ten year age gap between them.

  There was no way he was hearing things. Her words were clear even though he wished he hadn’t heard them from her lips. Her tempting plump lips, which he dreamt about on a regular basis doing all kinds of sinful shit to his body. He shouldn’t be thinking about her let alone touching her. Teaching Rachel about sex would require a lot of touching.

  “No. No way. Not with me.” He shook his head turning away from her. Staring at her would break his resolve. He wanted her too damn much to risk it. What kind of friend would he be if he took Rachel up on her offer? A lousy one.

  He never thought his friendship with Mitch would ever be in question. With Rachel staring at him with her sweet, innocent eyes, Paul was losing his resolve.

  “Is it because I’m not attractive? ‘Cause I know that I’m not your usual type,” she asked.

  He saw the blush stain her cheeks. Paul couldn’t believe she thought that. Her curves drove him crazy. Men watched her all the time. Yes, she was on the larger side, but her loving attitude drew men to her. Her hazel eyes made him melt all the time. If he looked at her now he’d be a goner. Rachel had this effect on him all his life. Spending time with Mitch was an excuse to be closer to her. When they were younger, he merely liked being around her. There was nothing perverted in his feelings. She was young, and her inquiring mind was endearing. His love for her was based on how Rachel made him feel. He’d been drawn to her from a young age, and that had developed over time until he now had lustful thoughts of the woman she’d become. Her curves were only one part of her. Paul took a chance and looked at her. Her long, brown hair was curled up into a messy bun. Strands of hair had escaped making him want to reach out to tuck them back. Any excuse to touch her and he wanted it.

  She’s giving me the best reason to touch her.

  Take her, and make her yours. Forget about everything else.

  Why did Mitch have to leave him with the promise of looking after her?

  Taking care of her from a distance was different. He was tired of watching the men flirt with her while he couldn’t act on his own feelings for her. Paul spent every day fighting the battle to stay away from her.

  She’s my best friend’s little sister. Don’t think of sex and how good she’d feel wrapped around my cock.

  “I don’t think that, Rachel. I don’t have a type, okay. I’m not a type kind of guy,” he said.

  Why did she have to come and ruin his carefully constructed little world?

  He’d been doing fine until she turned up. When Rachel wasn’t stood in front of him asking him to teach her about sex, he could pretend for a few minutes of every day that he had no feelings for her. Since the night of her eighteenth birthday party she’d been a thorn in his side. For the past three years since her birthday he’d been fighting his need for her. Rachel would never be a one-time deal for him. He always saw Rachel as the woman he would marry and spend the rest of his life with.

  He didn’t just want to have sex with Rachel. No, he wanted to have everything with her. Since he was a young boy he’d known Rachel was different from everyone else. Despite being ten years older, he’d never found her company boring, and over the years he’d fallen in love with her and hadn’t stopped. Hiding his feelings had been the hardest thing. Lying to his friend about how he felt hurt more than he liked to remember. Mitch was really protective of his sister. Being the older of the two, Mitch had no choice but to be protective. Mitch had been taking care of her since their parents died in a car crash when Mitch was twenty-five and Rachel was fifteen. Rachel hadn’t been taken away. With the ten year age gap, Mitch was the one to take care of his sister. Paul and his family helped as well. .

  The only problem with his feelings for Rachel was Mitch. His friend demanded he stay away from her. Since Mitch took full responsibility for her, no man was good enough for her, not even his best frien
d. Paul understood his feelings. Rachel was completely innocent and always found a reason to care for others. Staying away from Rachel was the hardest thing he’d ever endured. He fucked women to hide from his true feelings. The excuse was a poor one but one he needed to stick to in order to stay away.

  Over the years since her eighteenth birthday, he’d been jealous of all of her dates. Watching her go to prom with her nerdy little friend had been the worst. Paul recalled wanting to crash the party to make sure she was fine.

  The woman was a temptress, and her appeal had only grown over time. His love grew with every passing year, and every year he kept his feelings for her hidden. Wanting her was never the problem. Pretending not to want her was the worst. Paul had been succeeding in staying away from her, but now, days after her twenty-first birthday she came and asked him this when her brother was away on one of his adventures. Mitch was known for taking off days and weeks at a time to go exploring with a tent and the barest of essentials to keep him alive.

  “Why don’t you want to teach me? If it’s not because you find me unattractive, then what is the problem?”

  He would never have answered his door if he’d known this is what was going to confront him. Saying no to her was a nightmare. Never had he said no to her before. He prided himself on giving her everything she desired even though she didn’t have a clue what she meant to him. To her this could just be about sex and fucking but to him, if he was not careful, it would mean a hell of a lot more. The moment he took Rachel in his arms, he was never going to let her go.

  “You should be saving your virginity for someone who means something to you. Who will cherish this gift you are about to give them,” he said.

  I’m the one, Rachel. I’ll cherish you and give you everything you need, children, family the lot.

  The thought of Rachel swollen with his child make his cock harder than stone. His desire for her refused to go away no matter how much he fought.

  “I’m twenty-one, Paul. I want to know about sex, and I trust you to teach me. I don’t want my first time to be with someone I don’t know. I want it to be with someone I can trust. You’re the only guy I can trust with this.”

  Her words didn’t soothe him. In fact, her words only made it harder for him to firm his resolve. She trusted him with the gift of her virginity and body, and yet he could give her so much more.

  She doesn’t have a clue how I feel. I never had the chance to talk to her about my feelings.

  ****

  What did she have to do to get him to agree? Rachel had spent the better part of the last week working up the nerve to ask her brother’s best friend to teach her all about sex. Paul Ellis had been part of her life for as long as she could remember. His dark penetrating eyes held her to the spot every time. His shoulder-length blond hair called to her to run her fingers through, and his muscles made her mouth water. She used to watch him and Mitch work out together, lifting weights and getting into shape. He featured in all of her lustful daydreams along with the dreams she had when she was asleep. For most of her life she’d been vying for his attention and failing. She knew he cared about her, but she wanted more from him. Caring was no longer strong enough. Her thoughts were filled by him, consuming her completely. There were times she felt like a stalker with regards to him. She knew who he slept with and where he went most days of the week.

  I need to get a life.

  No matter how many times she promised herself to get over him, she kept going back for more.

  Was she a glutton for punishment?

  How could she make the guy she’d been in love with for the whole of her life notice her? For years she’d been debating that question when finally the answer came to her one night after reading an erotic book. The story itself was insignificant to her. The only thing she remembered was the proposition of the heroine to the hero. She knew the age gap may be a problem. Paul was thirty-one to her twenty–one, but the ten years didn’t bother her.

  What better way to get Paul to notice her than to proposition him? Her plan bad been simple in her head, and asking him to teach her about sex had seemed like a brilliant idea at the time, whereas now she was starting to think it was a terrible idea. Books should not be used as a how-to guide. She wanted to shock him into noticing her, not just as Mitch’s little sister but as the woman she’d turned into. Paul was well known for his sex appeal around town. Most of the girls raved about his prowess in the bedroom. They talked often about how he liked hard, rough sex with no commitment. She couldn’t recall a woman he’d dated. Paul fucked women, and that was it. He was the one in control in the bedroom. When Paul demanded something, there was no stopping him until he got it. The tales and stories she heard were enough to leave her running scared, if not for her obsession with erotic literature. Rachel wanted this man, and she would do anything to gain his attention. She wasn’t a stupid woman. Her virginity was only intact because she’d been waiting for Paul. Otherwise she’d have lost it a long time ago. There was never a right time when it came to them, and she’d grown tired of waiting for him. Watching other women have him while she waited for him to notice her had gotten old real fast.

  She loved him with her whole heart. Mitch wouldn’t approve of her feelings, but there was nothing she could do to stop how she felt.

  “You don’t know what you’re asking. You’re innocent.” His arms went up in the air. She didn’t know what he was thinking. His face was red, but she couldn’t figure out why. “Do you even know what a man wants from you?” he asked.

  “I’ve never had sex, Paul. I know the science of it.”

  “Science? Shit, there is more to fucking than science. Sex is not loving and gentle. It can be hard and rough. You won’t be able to handle what I want, and you shouldn’t be approaching men like you did me. Fuck, Rachel, what the hell are you doing?” His question seemed rhetorical to her.

  There was no budging him. She saw he was holding up a wall, and she needed to smash it down.

  “I know sex is different for everyone.”

  He laughed.

  “That doesn’t mean I won’t be able to handle you,” she said.

  Paul kept his back to her the whole time. The stubborn man he’d turned into stood firmly in his place. She didn’t like it.

  “What can I do to convince you I’m ready, huh?” She stood up and moved to where he stood in his kitchen. He never cooked as far as she could tell, and yet his kitchen looked well kept. She tried to call him before turning up on his door step, but he’d been firm and refused her request to see him. Getting him at his own place had been easier than trying to get him to come to her at the house she shared with Mitch. Rachel moved up against the sink where he stood. Pressing a hand to his back she got him to turn. At first, Paul fought her, but then he turned to face her. She was struck by his dark brown gaze as he stared at her. A shiver worked up her spine. Her breasts tingled as her nipples hardened. Licking her lips, she forced herself to keep looking back at him. She played with the tails of her shirt for several seconds. Rachel struggled with indecision on what to do next. Could she live with herself if he turned her away?

  Forcing the doubts out of her head she slowly began to unbutton her shirt. His hands came out holding onto her arms. Rachel gazed at him waiting for him to speak with her hands poised on the next button.

  “Rachel, stop,” he said. Paul seemed nervous. His gaze kept watching her hands before going back to look at her eyes and then returning to where she was unbuttoning her shirt. He made no other move to stop her even though his words begged her to stop. At the last button she pulled the shirt away from her body.

  “Holy shit.” She heard him groan the words. Rachel wore no bra, no lace, nothing. Her breasts hung wild and free. She moved to her jeans, and in no time at all she stood before him in nothing apart from a small lace thong covering her pussy.

  Compared to his other women she was fat and frumpy. She’d seen the tall, beautiful women who decorated his arm every night. There was no way
she’d match up to their superior beauty.

  “Rebecca Harding’s sister Catherine told me that you took her home in your truck, and just before her house you stopped the truck, bent her over the seat, and fucked her ‘til she screamed in orgasm. Another one is Tracy Hall. She said you got her to suck your cock in the men’s room while guys were wandering in and out.” Rachel felt her pussy spasm at the remembered bragging of the girls she’d known had been with him. Jealousy filled her as well. All of the girls he’d been with liked to talk about what he did in the bedroom. His desires had intrigued her to the point of searching porn sites online. Paul was a man who liked rough sex and from what she saw on the movies she’d watched, that turned her on. She liked the thought of Paul being in control. She hated listening to his women even though she yearned for the moments when they gossiped about his prowess in the bedroom. “No one complained. They all said you were the master of pleasure.” She stepped right up close to him. Her nipples were incredibly tight and grazed the front of his shirt. “I want the pleasure that only you can give me.” Rachel was so nervous. She really wanted to gain his attention but at the same time was afraid of being pushed away.

  His hard, muscular hands came up and grasped her arms, firmly. She wondered if he would push her away from him as if she was some kind of insect. Instead, he pulled her near tightening his hold on her. His eyes seemed darker and his breathing more rapid than she was used to. There was a threatening edge to the way he touched, moved, and sounded.

  Rachel couldn’t pull away from him. The sensible part of her brain was screaming for her to run, that she wasn’t ready for him. Another part of her, the one dying for his affection and for any kind of attention he’d throw her way, stayed put. She had no choice other than to stand and wait. Turning back now was not an option.