My Brother's Best Friend

twenty nine

"You know there's a party tonight?" Garrett asked, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind.

"Uh huh?"

"Are we going?" He whispered into my ear.

"Sure, why not?" I turned around in his arms, smiling up at him.

"What time are we leaving?"

"Nine sound good?" I nodded, then pulled out my phone checking the time, seven. Shit. Thanks for the last-minute notice.

I still have a prom hangover. It was Sunday night. Thank God for spring break starting tomorrow. That's why they are having a party today since Spring Break 2017 starts today.

"Fuck, I don't know what to wear, come pick something out for me."

He smirked, "Well it's at a beach house so wear a bathing suit."

"Ugh, help me pick one out."

He shot up grabbing my hand and leading me up to the stairs. He goes into my bathing suit drawer, pulling out the skimpiest bikini he could find. "No, I do not want my ass out tonight." I laughed. He sighed, pulling out another top. It was a white and blue wash bathing suit top. "I think I have a shirt that would go with it."

I went into my closet and pulled out a washed blue tank top. I put on a pair of ripped denim shorts, with Birkenstocks of course. I even added a gold chain necklace. I did my makeup all waterproof, and then put my hair into a French braid

About the time I finished, it was only eight, so I went to find Garrett. He was in his room, shirtless, only wearing a pair of boxers. "Hey," Garrett said, not looking up at me, just staring at the ceiling.

"Hey?" I walked over towards him, sitting next to him on the bed, "Everything-"

He flung me back onto the bed, straddling me. He looked at me with a devilish grin, lust filled his eyes. He immediately kissed my lips, closing in the space between us so I could feel the bulge forming in his boxers. We broke apart so we could breathe, "I missed you."

"Babe, I was gone for an hour." I laughed.

"Yeah, an hour too long."

"Why do you always do this after I'm finished getting ready?"

"Because I like to make you angry." He smiled, moving his lips to my neck and sucking on it.

I can always redo my hair and makeup.

He moved his hands to my hips, then placed his lips back on mine. I groaned. Garrett knows how to make me feel some kind of way. I have never felt this way about a guy before.

After our heavy makeout session, we walked to the beach, after I fixed my hair of course. Thanks to my wonderful boyfriend. We walked hand in hand all the way, swinging our hands back and forth.

"When is the last time you went to a party?" I curiously ask Garrett.

"It was the night you got here." He laughed, "That was a bad night."

"Why?" I asked, curiously.

"Well, I drank too much. It had been a tough week for me because of my parents, well it had been a rough couple of months. I was stoned out of my mind."

I laughed, "stoned?"

"Let's not talk about that." He nervously scratched the back of his neck. "It was only a couple of times and I broke out in hives every time. Never again."

"Sounds like fun." I giggled, I never knew he had ever done any drugs before, oh well we all had a past.

"When was your last party?" He asked me.