My Brother's Best Man

“Until?” I ask.

“We got to our destination.”

“Where is it?”

He smirks briefly. “It’s a place I rarely use. A cabin outside the city, only an hour’s drive. I thought we could spend some time there.”

I slap him on the arm playfully. “Okay, Mr. Kidnapper, so you’re driving me out of the city without telling me first?”

He chuckles. “I’m telling you now. And don’t tell me you don’t want to go.”

“I guess I’ll have to text Mom and Dad, tell them I’m staying at June’s.”

Our eyes meet, the need for subterfuge making us both color for a moment. Even Ben’s cheeks shade with red, just for a second. We both know this is wrong. But we’re also caught up in it, in each other.

I squeeze my legs together, shivering.

Ben tilts his head. “You know how sexy you look when you do that? You’re basically telling me how badly you want it.”

I summon a bit of bravery, sitting upright. “I do, Ben. I want it. It felt so freaking good.”

“I don’t want to disrespect you.”

My sex flutters and my lips get warm and tingly. I know I should act like a lady, but my clit is burning from when he rubbed it before. My lips feel sore and eager for attention.

“We’ll wait,” I whisper with an effort.

And what happens after the foreplay, after the kissing, rubbing, and heat? What happens when he wants to go all the way?

Taking out my phone, I text Mom and Dad, driving into the dark with my crush at my side.