My Best Friend's Hot Brother (18+)

Memories Of Fucking You

Sterling

I cannot fathom that they are both truly gone.

As though it isn't cruel enough to lose my best friend, I've lost my boyfriend as well. The hallways of the hospital are slowly coming back to life with the rising of the sun, but I feel more dead inside than ever.

I sweep my gaze across the sterile walls, and the door to the men's bathroom creaks open. Jackson appears, his flesh pale, and his face lined with exhaustion.

Our eyes meet, but we remain silent. There's nothing left to say.

He forces out the smallest of smiles. I give him a lopsided grin in return. We are both aware that our summer together has come to an end.

Then without so much as a whisper, we both turn and head in opposite directions. Two ghosts drifting down the empty corridors, seeking their purpose.

As I step out into the glare of the morning sun, I shield my eyes.

Where do I go now? What do I do?

I suddenly recall that I have abandoned my duffel bag at the cabin in my haste to get to the emergency facility. 

I can grab my belongings. Yes, that is a good starting point.

I call a taxi, and on the ride back to the cabin, I absentmindedly stare out the window at the pines that are unfazed by the harrowing events of the night.

But isn't that how it always goes?

Tragedy strikes, and the world continues to move on as though nothing ever happened. Only the impacted wallow in a cloud of grief.

When the cab pulls up in front of the log structure at last, I take a deep breath before heading inside. I'm haunted by the memories that echo throughout the rooms.

Sunlight filters in through the window, illuminating the dancing dust particles as I creak open the door. Without Gabby, a place that once felt so warm and inviting, now feels eerie.

I trail my fingertips over the countertop, a smile curving up my lips at the reminder of the naughty encounter that Jackson and I had engaged in only a few weeks prior. The reel swirls to life in front of me as though it's being projected right there in the middle of the kitchen.

I am seated atop the counter, swinging my legs as I dug a spoon into a fresh jar of peanut butter.

Jackson paused to scowl at me upon entering the room. "Seriously, Sterling? I was going to use that for my breakfast."

"You still can," I teased, batting my eyelashes and pursing my lips at him. "Come lick it off me."

Rolling his eyes, he came in closer and placed his palms on either side of me. "I have an even better idea," he murmured, nuzzling my neck. 

The container dropped onto the ground with a clatter, the snack forgotten as he planted scorching kisses all across my jaw and cheeks. My skin was ablaze from wherever his touch landed. 

"I think your parents brought Gabby to a doctor's appointment," I whispered, spreading my legs to allow him to get even closer to me.

"Now why would I need to know that information?" he played along, fully aware as to what I was hinting at.

He dropped his fingers to my thighs, walking them up my skin until they reached my sex. I gasped softly as he lightly began stroking me.

"Jackson Moretti," I scolded. "Unless you plan on fucking me right here on this counter, you better stop touching me like that this instant."