My Brother's Girl

24| The New Lia

Wyatt
THORNE

I saw the look in Lia's eyes as soon as that redhead came over and introduced herself. I took a chance when I pretended to flirt with her. It was all apart of my master plan-- which was to get underneath that short skirt Lia had on as quickly as possible.

My heart nearly stopped when I saw her at the lake house. I had never wanted her so badly than that moment. In all the years I've known her, I never thought Lia would dress in leather and heels. Now that she has-- Christ. She's lucky I didn't fuck her right there in the hallway at the house.

But that's what she did to me. For as long as I can remember, I've always felt this...longing to be near her. To be with her. When I went away to college in an attempt to get over her, I dated. A lot. I was honest with Lia when I told her I had only kissed two other women. I tried to do more-- to feel more-- but I didn't. I only felt that way about her.

So when I saw her kiss Logan tonight, and then shoot me that teasing glance, I followed after her. I didn't have a choice. It was almost as if there was an invisible string tied to her finger. When she crooked it, I followed.

I made up some lame excuse to Logan before I chased after Lia. I saw the look in her eye when she shot me that glance. That same look that she had every time I caught her eyeing me. I don't think she even knew she did it sometimes.

Just as she reached for the knob of the women's restroom, I reached for her arm and spun her around. She gasped in surprise and I crushed my lips to hers. I didn't waste any time after that. I reached behind her and opened the door to the women's bathroom. I urged her inside, never breaking the kiss. I kicked the door shut behind me and reached out to make sure it was locked.

I was rock hard for her, my erection straining against my jeans with a need that only her warm body seemed to sate. I buried my hands in her hair. Fuck. I loved when she had her hair like this. When she straightened it, it was longer. Softer. And I loved how it felt when I ran my fingers through it.

As I ran my free hand down her waist to her hip, she pressed herself more against me. The way her body responded to me...it drove me wild. My hand didn't stop at her hip. I slid it beneath her skirt. When I pressed my fingers between her legs, I pulled away from her mouth with a hiss.

"You're not wearing any panties." My voice came out low and filled with a raw hunger. For her. Her wetness coated my fingers as I stroked her.

Her hands gripped my shoulders as she spread her legs wider for me. I was dying to taste her again. I couldn't imagine anything tasting as sweet as she did. But now wasn't the time. Later. Yes, I would savor later.

"Wyatt," she moaned as I pumped my finger in and out of her. Her body wiggled as she rode my hand. "Please..."

I was more than willing to give her what she wanted. I withdrew my fingers from her wet heat and pulled my jeans down just enough to get inside her. I pulled her skirt up and lifted her thigh, wrapping it around my waist. With her heels on, she was at the perfect height. I entered her with a hard thrust. I swallowed her cry of pleasure with a searing kiss.

Nothing about this was meant to be slow. It wasn't 'making love'. I've made slow, sweet love to her the two times we've been together. This time was about raw need. I felt the inner walls of her core clench around me as I continued to fuck her hard and fast. The music from the bar echoed through the walls and into the bathroom. It was at the perfect volume so anyone outside didn't hear the sound of Lia begging me for more.

I buried my head in the hollow of her neck. I sucked on her soft skin as I lifted her other leg. I held her against the wall as I quickened my thrusts. Her head was thrown back as she moaned deep, lost in the passion between us. She dug her nails into my back so hard that, if I wasn't wearing a T-shirt, they would probably break the skin.