Free Bad For You: (An Older Brother's Best Friend Romance) by Charity Ferrell Page A

the strength to flip myself over when I hear my phone go off
on my nightstand. I snag it and see a message from Kelly.
    Kelly is a girl I occasionally fuck around
with when I’m home. Her text tells me she’s fully aware I’m here and wants to
get together tomorrow night for a drink and a fuck.
    I ignore her message and scroll through my
contacts. Only one name is on my mind. It’s the one that shouldn’t be. Ringing
comes alive on the other end when I hit it.  
    Voicemail.
    She either hit the ignore button or is
asleep. I hope for the latter. I decide to leave her a message.
     
    “Hey babe, it’s me. Bracken.” I hope
my words aren’t too slurred. “But I’m sure you know that since it says my
name. Anyways, I want to apologize. I can’t stop thinking about you, and I
don’t want you to hate me. I was … shit … I am an idiot. I should’ve never
allowed myself to touch you like that. I should’ve never fucking caved. The
truth is, I’ve wanted you for so long. That night, it was like nothing else
mattered but the two of us, and there were no consequences. I want it to happen
again. I wish I could touch you … fuck you … again.”
     
    I hang up.  
    Then dial her again.  
     
    “It’s me … again. I shouldn’t have said
that. Please erase that last message. I shouldn’t tell you how much I fucking
crave you, but I can’t keep lying. I wanted to touch you so fucking bad. Shit,
I still want to. I want to be back inside of you.” I glance down at my
cock. “And fuck me, I’m hard as a rock just thinking about your pussy. Shit!
Call me if you’re still awake. I need you.”
     
    I hang up.  
    And call her back.
     
    “It’s me … again. I’m drunk and horny. If
you’re still awake, come over.”
     
    Click.
      Short, simple, and straight to
the point.

chapter eleven
     
    nautica
     
     
    “Hi, it’s me again. Fuck. I shouldn’t have said that shit,
but I can’t stop myself from blurting out the truth … what I feel … right now.
It’s just I want you so bad it’s killing me. Physically killing me. I’m going
to go jack off now. Bye.”
     
    I feel hot underneath my blankets, my body
flushing with heat, as I clench my phone and listen to Bracken’s voicemails
from last night for the third time. I had my phone on silent, thank God.
I don’t know what I would’ve done if I’d answered and been given that proposal.
    It would’ve most likely been on the lines of
showing up with my panties in my hand and letting him have his way with me. No
matter how much the man pisses me off, he never fails to turn me on.
    He overtakes my train of thought. His touch,
and the way he talks to me sets me on fire. I should delete every message, but I
can’t. I’m keeping them so I can relieve myself to his drunken mistake as many
times as I like.
    I lower my hand down my stomach and
underneath my pajama shorts. I’m already soaked. My heart races as I sluggishly
rub my tiny nub. My soft fingertips brush along my sensitive spot. I stroke
myself but imagine it’s Bracken’s finger doing the job for me. I shut my eyes,
seeing his face, and hear his voice until my release shatters through me.  
    So much for the whole moving on thing.
     
    * * *
     
    Simon and my mom are in the kitchen eating breakfast when I
walk in, post-Bracken’s-voice-induced orgasm.  
    I know Simon and Bracken went out for drinks
last night, and I’m pretty sure Bracken didn’t drunkenly confess about us
because Simon didn’t come barging into my bedroom in a fit of anger.
    “Good morning, dear sister,” Simon says. He
ruffles his fingers through my hair as he strolls past me. Yep, he definitely doesn’t
know anything.
    I swat his hand away. “You better not have
bacon grease on those paws,” I grumble. 
    He falls down in the seat next to me. “Where
did you run off to last night?”
    “I went out with some friends.” Some girls
from high school invited me to a party, so I left before Simon got out of