And holy shit, this guy was hung as hell.
In fact, I was so distracted by his massive cock that it took me a full minute to register how familiar his face was. He recognized me at exactly the same time I recognized him, the smile fading quickly from his face.
“Jillian?” he asked, frowning.
I swallowed hard. “Bruin?”
I was standing in front of my older brother’s best friend from college. And he was naked.
5
Bruin
Watching Jillian’s face go as red as an apple was almost as good as seeing her again. It had been a surprise, to say the least. I hadn’t exactly been planning to walk out of the shower on the yacht broker, no matter what my plans were. But here we were, and it was still my ship, so I figured I’d walk around however I damn well pleased.
I never expected to see Jillian, however.
My eyes roamed up and down her body. I didn’t make any effort to hide it any more than I did to hide my own bare skin. I noticed she wasn’t moving, either.
“Damn, Jillian,” I said with a smile. “It’s been a while. Too long, apparently.”
“Uh…” she stammered, her eyes still wide in disbelief. “Y-yeah?”
I couldn’t help but laugh at her shock, and I raised an eyebrow as I looked down at myself. “Waiting on something?”
Finally, she seemed to snap out of it and shake her head quickly, averting her eyes as she stooped down to start picking up the pile of papers and a few electronics she dropped. “No, no, I just… I wasn’t expecting…” While she gestured at me without turning her head up, I took the time to get a better look at her.
“Six years,” I finally mused out loud, putting a hand on my hip and tilting my head at her.
She had grown her dark hair out, and it looked good on her. Beautiful. I watched her brush it out of the way and saw its glossy shine in the dull light of the room. My eyes trailed to her hips and saw how she’d filled out, and I felt a twitch in my cock as it grew a little fuller.
This wasn’t the shape I remembered Jillian Hargrove having. The Jillian I remembered was an awkward teenager who was growing into an only slightly less awkward and much more high-strung young adult with big plans for the future. We had been worlds apart, but I still remembered the braces I saw her in the first time we half-met.
“Excuse me?” she asked, finally glancing up, only to look back down. “And would you please put a towel on? Or clothes? Clothes would work.”
I ignored her questions as I took a step to the right, moving around the bed toward the closet, but I took my time. “Six years since I last saw you. You must have been what, nineteen?”
“Oh,” she replied, “I...I suppose that’s right.”
I grinned, crossing my arms. “You were just Jeff’s little sister back then. Little Jilly,” I added, my eyes lighting up as I remembered her old nickname, and at that, she looked up at me with a shadow of a scowl before scooping up the rest of her papers. “Aw, you remember the nickname he had for you.”
“That was a long time ago, Bruin,” she said, and I was delighted to see that even though Jeff’s little sister was all grown up, the attitude she carried around on her shoulder was still there, strong as ever. I wondered if she was as tightly wound now as she had been back then. “I’m surprised you even recognize me, honestly.”
I was as surprised as she was. This wasn’t Jillian, this was a complete knockout. And I could tell from the look on her face and the way she carried herself she had no idea.
“You’ve changed a lot since college,” I understated with a grin, holding myself back from commenting on the fact that she now had a pair of legs I’d kill to have wrapped around my face. “But how could I forget my best friend’s little sister?”
“I—” she started, but the surprise on her face was still wearing off, and it took her a few moments to find her words again. I gave her time. I was a lot to take in on short notice. “Well, you haven’t changed much, yourself.”
“I have in a few ways,” I said offhandedly, turning my hips and looking down at my body on display as if it were a statue. “I’ve had more time to work on my quads, and I hit thirty with the same abs I had when I was in my twenties, which I think isn’t too shabby.”
I gave her a cocky smile as I strode toward her, and she pulled her papers closer to her as she took a step back, but I turned my back to her once I was closer. I flexed my arms and glanced over my shoulders. “And you can see a little more definition in my lats and biceps, thanks to a few personal trainers worth their weight in gold. Go ahead, give them a feel, if you want,” I offered, looking over my shoulder at her rosy cheeks.
“I’ll pass,” she said tersely.
“Let’s see, what else is new?” I wondered out loud, glancing around the room. “Oh, and I own this yacht. Not for much longer, I guess, but I’ve got my mind on a better one.”
“Wait,” Jillian said, looking more shocked than ever. “The owner of the yacht is... is you?”