I love Eric, and tomorrow I’ll feel horrible for doing it, but I've had enough of his crap. There was never going to be a better opportunity either. He was standing helplessly handcuffed against a wall. I'm sure he will run home and tell mom, but I don't give a rat’s tail about the repercussions tonight.
Brett sucks in a breath behind me, lifting me off my feet and spinning me around so I can't reach Eric again. I'm not going to do anything else though. I figure one knee to the groin is enough retaliation towards my over-protective brother for one night. Suddenly, I remember that even though I'm ridiculously turned on by Brett's little macho showdown, I'm still annoyed at him for trying to arrest my brother.
"You!" I lean forward poking him again. It worked so well the first time, I figured I'd give it another shot. "You are not arresting him. He didn't do anything wrong. Well, maybe he did, but it was nothing more than a sibling argument. His heart was in the right place even if he was being a butt head about it. So un-cuff him and let him go. Be quick about it too, because we are going home."
"Gorgeous..." he starts, but I wave my hand to silence him. I'm done listening tonight. I just want to get him home and rip his clothes off piece by piece. Crap, Kara was right. He has turned me into a sex fiend.
"That's my brother and he's a lawyer, Brett. You are not arresting him. I'm annoyed and ready to leave. I spent two hours getting dressed up tonight. Now I'm wasting it all by going home, so you better make it worth my while when we get there." His eyebrows pop up as an amazing white smile slowly spreads across his face.
I turn and head towards the door catching Caleb out of the corner of my eye standing shocked with his mouth hanging open. I hear him whisper "Fuck. Me." as I pass. Clearly my behavior shocked him and it makes me bust out giggling as I walk outside.
I find Brett's BMW parked out back, and lean against the door waiting for him. I'm not left waiting for more than a minute when I feel a coat drape around my shoulders.
"You're going to freeze out here without a jacket." I smile to myself as he wraps his arms around my neck, leaning his cheek on my head. "I'm sorry about all that. Jesse, I saw him grab you, and I saw red. I wanted to murder him. The idea of someone trying to hurt you..." he fades off, shaking his head like it hurts just to think about it.
"Hey, I'm okay. He was being stupid, and now he'll have to sleep with an ice pack between his legs.” I shrug.
"That was sexy, by the way. Watching you take charge like that. Stand up for yourself. God, Jesse, I was so pissed off, then you kneed him and I swear I've never gotten hard so fast," he rubs his growing hard-on against my butt to prove his point.
"Take me home. That whole bad-ass thing you had going on in there really turned me on too. I need to appropriately thank you for defending my honor."
"That’s my favorite way to be thanked." He leans forward, kissing me breathless.
We make the short drive back to his apartment. Once we got there, I thanked Brett twice. He thanked me four times.
Jesse
"WE'RE LATE!” I yell at my oven. I told my mom that Brett and I would be there at noon to help her cook dinner. I also told her I'd show up with an apple pie. Dang it!
"Calm down, gorgeous. I don't think screaming is going to make it cook any faster." Brett sneaks up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and nuzzling into my hair. "You look beautiful," he whispers against my skin, trailing kisses down my neck. All thoughts about the pie are forgotten. Heck, it’s Thanksgiving, but I'd be lucky to tell you what month it is when he's touching me like this.
"You can't be sure of that. You've only seen my back. I could be wearing an "I'm with stupid" t-shirt and KISS make up right now." I tease, and he works his way down to my shoulder, pulling my t-shirt aside to gain better access.
"You'd still be beautiful, but I'm not a KISS fan, so you'll have to let me fuck you from behind," he says, grinding against me.
"Brett!" Great, we're going to be even later because I need a cold shower and dry panties now. I feel his body begin to shake as he starts laughing and steps in front of me.
"Hey, babe." He stares down at me with a sexy smirk.
"Hi."
"No KISS make-up, huh? I'm not going to lie, I'm a little disappointed. I had such high hopes for taking you from behind tonight." He rubs his thumbs across my cheeks, knowing they are about to flame red. I can tell they don't disappoint him when his smile widens.