Swoon: A Brother's Best Friend Standalone

“Better safe than sorry, sweetheart.” I square my body to hers and take a giant step forward. I’m intending to shelter Amy from anyone who might unexpectedly turn that corner behind my back, but the minute I position myself, my dick begins thickening. Apparently, my penis thinks I’m getting ready to lean in and kiss this girl, the way I’ve been dying to do all night, and it’s voting yes, yes, yes, with extreme enthusiasm.

I take a deep breath and tell my tingling dick to calm the fuck down. But it’s no use. A boner is thickening in my pants, whether I like it or not. Shit. I should take a step back to send my hardening dick a stern message. I should remind my dick Amy is off-limits for some very good reasons.

But I don’t.

Indeed, I do the opposite of what my brain is telling me to do and inch even closer to Amy, like she’s a magnet, and my dick is made of steel. When I advance on her, yet again, Amy exhales, tilts her flushed, tear-streaked face up toward mine, and nonverbally invites me to kiss her. Or hell, maybe that’s wishful thinking.

Somehow, I resist leaning down and doing the deed. But I’m not a saint, as my next words emphatically prove. “Is your college boyfriend the only guy you’ve ever slept with?” I whisper, even though I know the answer from Caleb—and also that it’s very, very wrong of me to steer our conversation in this direction.

Amy nods. “I’ve made out with other guys. But Perry is the only one I’ve had sex with.”

I take a deep breath. Tell myself not to say anything further. And then do it, anyway. “You never had an orgasm, while making out with those other guys?”

Amy shakes her head. “Not even close.”

“Have you given yourself orgasms?”

This time, she nods. “But not as easily as my friends do it, from what they’ve said. I really do think there’s something wrong with me, Colin. When Perry went down on me, I felt nothing. Actually, that’s not true. I was grossed out. I told him to please stop.”

Jesus Christ. Does she know she’s waving a slab of raw, bloody meat in front of a hungry lion right now? Once again, I command my legs to step back. To put an end to the encouragement my body is surely sending to hers. But my legs don’t listen. In fact, they once again do the opposite: they take another step forward.

“He never got better at it?” I whisper, my heart thudding noisily in my ears. “There are videos out there, you know. Tutorials. He could have gotten better with practice.”

Amy shakes her head. “If he ever got better at it, then it was with someone else, after me. While we were together, he never did it again to me, which was fine with me. It was totally gross. Like rubbing deli meat down there.”

“What the fuck?” I shout, half laughing and half shouting in horror. Quickly, I look around again, worried I’ve been too loud. “Okay, Amy, listen to me, sweetheart. Your boyfriend wasn’t even close to normal, okay? Any normal guy would have taken your reaction as a call to action. A challenge—a wakeup call. It’s not normal he didn’t want to get better at it for you.”

She shakes her head. “Maybe it was me? Maybe he did it right and I don’t have all the right nerve endings down there.”

I snort. “That’s impossible. You said you’ve made yourself come, right?”

“But with a vibrator. Not with my fingers. And, obviously, I can’t reach down there with my own tongue, so . . .”

I laugh again. She’s so fucking cute. “Okay, that’s fine. I’m assuming you have a clit, right?”

Her eyes saucer.

“You do, right?”

“Yes. Of course.”

“And you have a vagina?”

“Colin.”

“Answer the question.”

“Yes.”

“Has any doctor ever told you there’s some physiological abnormality inside you?”

She rolls her eyes. “No.”

“Okay, then, trust me, with the right guy, you’d go off like fireworks on the Fourth of July.”

Amy’s chest heaves with excitement. Her green eyes turn to blazing emeralds. Longing—desperation, I’d even say—flickers across her face. She licks her lips and tilts her head back, once again nonverbally begging me to kiss her. And that’s it. I can’t resist acting on this thumping attraction I’ve been feeling for over twenty-four hours, any more than I could halt a runaway locomotive by placing myself in its path.

My dick rock-hard, I pull Amy into my arms and press my lips into hers. And the second our mouths meet, Amy swipes her tongue at my lower lip, letting me know she wants more. I don’t hesitate. My body on fire, I slide my tongue into Amy’s mouth, and she snakes her arms around my neck in reply. I pull her to me, as my tongue swirls with hers, and she presses her body into my hard-on, which, in turn, makes me moan and grind my dick into her sweet spot.