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  “Listen, I agreed to go out with you because of Mel. I gave you the benefit of the doubt, but I’m not going to sleep with you.” She leaned back in the chair, expecting him to maybe be an asshole and really seal the night with a prick remark, but he just smiled.

  “Just tell me how you really feel,” he said, his smile still in place, but tight. “That’s fine that you don’t want to go home with me, even though I think I’ve been pretty accommodating tonight.” He stood. “I’m just going to head to the bathroom.”

  She had no clue what in the hell he’d meant by being accommodating, but she didn’t care. She watched him disappear down the hall and focused on the table again. God, this night just needs to be over with.

  After ten minutes of sitting at the table, and glancing over her shoulder at the bathroom, she got up, grabbed her purse, and headed toward the bathrooms. Knocking on the men’s restroom, she waited to see if she could hear him respond. Maybe he got sick?

  The door opened, but it wasn’t Zachary that came out.

  “Excuse me, is there a man in there, shorter blond hair, button down plaid shirt?”

  The older man shook his head. “Nah, I was the only one.” He moved past her without saying anything else.

  Dread settled inside of her, and she made her way quickly out of the bar. Standing outside, she glanced at the parking lot, not seeing his car.

  No. Fucking. Way.

  She took a couple of minutes to walk the parking lot, knowing exactly where they’d parked, and seeing her car, but Zachary’s truck was missing. No one wanted to be ditched on a date, but it looked like that’s exactly what had happened to her. When she was able to catch her breath she grabbed her phone.

  Damn, that shot is making me extra tipsy.

  Knowing she had to drive she’d been a fool to drink so much.

  Closing her eyes and rubbing them for a second, she opened them and focused on her phone again. First she called Mel. Her coworker had gotten her into this, and the least she could do was bitch at her about it. But after getting her voicemail after trying to call her twice, she sent Mel a text telling her she’d been left at the bar by the asshole. Having her keys in her hand, she walked over to her car, got in, and shut and locked the door. She couldn’t drive, not when she was buzzed like this.

  She couldn’t call Crestin, not when her friend lived too far away, and aside from Mel and a few other coworkers, all of whom were not answering their phones, Izabella didn’t have anyone else to call.

  But as she looked at her phone she thought of one other person, but she didn’t know if calling him was the best choice. What if he was with someone? But she had no one else, and even if she could have called a cab, a part of her wanted to call Corbin. Maybe because she was drunk and wasn’t so inhibited right now, or maybe because she wanted to be a masochist because he could easily shoot her down.

  Without thinking anymore she dialed his number and put the phone to her ear. She just hoped this didn’t end up backfiring on her, because she hadn’t been close with Corbin in so long.

  ****

  Corbin’s cell rang, and for a second he thought about saying fuck it and turning the damn thing off. He’d already ignored three calls from some chick that wanted to fuck, and although he hadn’t seen her in longer than he could even remember, she’d been drunk and desperate for some cock.

  He kicked his feet up on the coffee table and leaned back, but at the last second he grabbed his cell. The number that flashed on the screen had his skin tightening for a second.

  Izabella.

  He sat up at the same time he hit the accept button. “Hello?” There was a pause before he heard her sigh.

  “Corbin?”

  “Is everything okay?” He instantly heard the slurred quality in her voice, but something the back of his mind pricked at the fact she was supposed to be on a date and called him. He was worried about her, and that had every part of him coming to attention.

  “No, everything went to shit.” She started chuckling, but he could tell she wasn’t laughing because this was humorous. “I’m drunk, my date left me at the bar, and I don’t want to drive home.” Another moment of silence passed. “I hate to bother you, but can you pick me up?”

  “Of course,” he said right away. “Tell me where you are. I’m on my way now.” She told him the restaurant, and after he got off the phone he felt his rage rise. Some little motherfucker had left her alone at the bar. He didn’t know the reason as to why, because he didn’t fucking care. He’d take care of her, and when she was sober and thinking clearly he’d tell her exactly how he felt.

  Chapter Four

  “Thanks for the lift,” she said, hearing the slurred quality of her voice, but feeling so good, despite her situation, that she found herself smiling.

  God, my face hurts, and feels so hot. Corbin must think I’m an absolute idiot.

  “It’s not a problem, Izabella. I’m glad you called,” Corbin said, leaning against her doorframe, looking so damn good.

  She knew because she was drunk she probably wasn’t hiding the fact she was checking him out, which was so inappropriate, but because of her intoxication and the night she had, she just didn’t give a shit.

  “That guy was an asshole, and if I find him I’ll beat his ass for leaving you there.” He had a stoic expression.

  “It’s okay.”

  “No, I’m serious, Izabella,” he added. “That was a prick move, especially since you’re drunk. Not that it matters, because he’s a motherfucker anyway, but why did he leave you?”

  She swallowed, her face getting hotter, because being honest with Corbin meant she’d have to talk about personal things. They might have hung out back in the day, but she’d never really been personal with him. That had been her and Crestin’s thing. “Believe me, I won’t be seeing him again.” He didn’t respond, and she knew he was waiting for her to tell him.

  There was another moment of silence before she finally spoke.

  “He was all but asking me to go home with him. I told him, in so many words, that it wasn’t going to happen.” She shrugged, trying not to let it bother her, but she was pissed. “He went to the bathroom and never came back out.”

  Corbin started grinding his teeth, and the anger on his face was clear. She could feel it like a blast of hot, rage-filled air coming from him. His muscles flexed under his shirt, as well, and as much as she hated how the night went, there was this very feminine part of her that liked the fact Corbin was upset. It turned her on.

  “I’m being rude. Come in.” She moved aside, feeling that buzz going on strong, but wanting to not let this get weird between them. The drive back from the restaurant had been somewhat quiet, and aside from him asking her a few questions, probably trying to keep small talk going on, she’d stared out the window and kept her mouth shut. She was humiliated by being ditched, and even more so because the object of her lust had been the one to pick her up.

  Corbin stepped inside, and she shut the door. Some coffee might help her sober up, although staying in this blissful intoxication sounded pretty damn good right now.

  “You want something to drink?” she asked over her shoulder and made her way into the kitchen.

  “Beer, if you have it?”

  She stopped and glanced at him before giving a nod. Okay, so no coffee right now. Good, because she wasn’t ready to really face all of this with a clear head. After grabbing a beer for him and a bottle of water for her, they headed back into the living room and sat down. The silence stretched between them again, but she didn’t know what to say, or honestly why she’d invited him into her house.

  Because he did you a favor by coming and getting you.

  But is that the only reason you asked him in?

  No.

  “You know, I’m here if you want to talk,” he said and tipped his beer bottle back, taking a long pull from it, but watching her at the same time.

  “Thanks, Corbin.” She held onto her water bottle tight enough the
plastic made a crunching sound under her grasp.

  “I know we weren’t as close as you and Crestin, but with her gone, and us living next to each other,” he said and shrugged, “I’m just here for you, okay?”

  She nodded and gave him a smile, but her libido was acting all kinds of crazy, especially with her being buzzed. Her normally out of control arousal for Corbin seemed even more heightened, and all she could do was pray she didn’t make a fool out of herself while he was in her house.

  “I hope I didn’t interrupt anything.” Her voice cracked as she said that, her nerves rising, her arousal already strangling her. Corbin didn’t say anything for what seemed like forever.

  Why is it so hot in here?

  She shifted on the seat, her skirt rising up slightly, but the movement bringing a little draft along her overheated flesh. And then she saw the way he looked at her, the fact his gaze dipped down to her exposed leg, and the way he shifted on the seat.

  Oh my God. Look at the size of that thing.

  Her gaze was glued to the crotch of his jeans, to the tented material, and his cock clearly stiff with his desire.

  He’s aroused.

  He leaned forward in the chair, set his now empty beer bottle on the coffee table, and rested his forearms on his thighs. For a second all he did was stare at her, and all Izabella could do was try to breathe normally, and hope he couldn’t see exactly how nervous and aroused she was.

  But why? Who cares if he can tell? He’s got a boner, so clearly he wants you.

  “You’re breathing really hard, Izabella.”

  The way he said her name, all low and deep, had her entire body tightening, had her skin tingling, and had this need to just throw caution to the wind and be with him, override her common sense. She might be buzzed, but she wasn’t drunk enough not to understand what she wanted. Isabella’s inhibitions were just more relaxed, and it felt so good not to care or worry so much about it.

  “I know,” she said on a whisper.

  “Why are you breathing so hard?” His voice was so deep.

  She looked at his hands, so big, so strong. His entire body was like that, and the white shirt he wore, stretched over his broad shoulders and tight around his bulging biceps, had the feminine part of her sighing in appreciation. His tattoos, the ones that were visible beneath his white t-shirt, had her pussy become so wet her panties were soaked. The ink started at his wrists, snaking all the way up to his shoulders and chests, and making the whole bad boy persona come from him like a tidal wave.

  “Come here, Izabella.”

  The way he commanded her had this submissive side of her coming alive, and had her standing right away, not able to disobey.

  Oh, who in the hell are you kidding? You want this so much you’re literally shaking with the desire to be controlled by him.

  He straightened as she moved closer, but he didn’t move otherwise. When she was close enough to him their feet touched, she clenched her hands into tight fists at her sides and tightened her jaw.

  “You’re nervous,” he said without question.

  She nodded. “Yes.”

  I’m not about to lie.

  “Why?”

  She thought about his question even though she already knew the answer. “Because you make me that way.”

  He slowly rose, and his towering height made her feel so small and petite. For a second they held each other’s gazes, and then Corbin lifted his hand and took a piece of her hair between his thumb and forefinger. He rubbed the strand for a second, watching the act, and looking as calm as she felt out of control.

  “Do you think this is wrong?” he asked.

  She swallowed. “What’s wrong?”

  He looked at her face again. “Wanting you when you’re my sister’s best friend, when we’ve known each other for so long.”

  Her heart jumped in her throat, and she slowly shook her head. “No, but if it is then I’m in the wrong, too.”

  He made this deep groan right before he slipped his hand behind her head, tangled his fingers in her hair, and pulled her close to him. She slammed into his hard, defined chest, braced herself on with her hands on his pectoral muscles, and told herself to breathe.

  He was looking at her lips for so long she ran her tongue over her bottom one, hoping the subtle act would urge him to kiss her.

  “I want to kiss you so fucking badly right now.”

  The way he sounded so desperate for her, but also couldn’t contain himself not to curse while telling her what he wanted had Izabella feeling this strength move through her. So, taking matters into her own hands because she was tired of waiting, she rose on her toes, curled her nails into his pecs, and placed her mouth on his.

  Chapter Five

  For a second all they did was stand there, their lips pressed together, but then it was like something snapped in him. He tightened his hand in her hair until the pain mixed with pleasure.

  Corbin moved them backward while devouring her mouth now, slamming her against the wall and leaving her breathless. He kissed her hard, feverishly, and it was like an animal had been unleashed inside of him. But she loved it, loved he couldn’t control himself.

  He had his dick pressed against her belly, and ground himself on her over and over again until she moaned in his mouth. Even though her leggings and his jeans made it so they weren’t actually touching flesh to flesh, she swore she could feel every part of him. He was so big, so thick, so impressive, that her pussy clenched, as if trying to grab onto something substantial.

  He’d stretch her so good, she knew that without a doubt.

  “I am so fucking hard for you, Izabella, and for so damn long I tried to hold back, stayed away because I thought it was right.”

  God. He’s wanted me?

  “No waiting. No stopping.” The words just tumbled out of her mouth, but she wouldn’t take them back.

  He groaned, kissed her harder, and was thrusting his cock against her belly with more fervor. “You sure?”

  “I’ve never been more sure than I am now.”

  “You’re drunk.”

  She shook her head, her mouth next to his. “I know what I’m doing, Corbin.”

  He placed his hand between their bodies and started undoing his pants. “You’re not a virgin, are you, baby?”

  She shook her head.

  “Good, because I don’t know if I can do sweet and soft, not with you, Izabella.”

  Good, I don’t want that either.

  Before she knew what was happening he was pushing his jeans down, and going for her clothes. Once she was naked from the waist down, he stepped up to her again, his cock hard, just as thick and long as she’d envisioned, and the tip slick with pre-cum. The wetness smeared on her lower belly, and it felt so hot, so fucking sexy to have it being rubbed into her skin.

  Her mind spun, her breathing was erratic, and she didn’t even want to think too hard on the fact she was about to sleep with her best friend’s brother and twin. She’d wanted Corbin for so long, and even without the alcohol thrumming through her veins she knew she wanted this and wouldn’t stop. They’d already stated it, and she wanted to finally be with him in all ways.

  “Maybe this was a bad idea, but it doesn’t feel wrong, and I don’t want to stop, Izabella.”

  “I don’t either, Corbin,” she breathed against his mouth.

  She groaned when he sucked her tongue inside of his mouth. His cock was so hard, so hot and big against her belly, and every time he thrust against her, dry humping her, she grew wetter, her nipples becoming harder. Izabella had never remembered a time before when she’d been this aroused.

  It’s because you’re here with Corbin.

  She’d lusted after him all through her teenage years, and seeing him with other women had broken her heart, but it wasn’t like she’d ever admitted how she felt, so why should he have cared? To him she’d always been Crestin’s friend, or so she thought. He’d clearly thought about her in a sexual capacity seeing where they we
re right now.

  But now he wanted her just as badly as she wanted him.

  “I love the way you feel, the way you taste against my tongue.”

  Her nipples tingled, and her pussy clenched.

  “I’m so fucking hard for you, Izabella,” he groaned against her lips, and thrust his erection more firmly into her belly. “Touch my cock, stroke it, baby.” He moved his mouth by her ear. “I need you to touch it. Fuck, I’ve been jerking off to the image of you doing it for longer than I even want to admit.”

  “Corbin,” she whispered his name, her throat so tight, her arousal burning her alive. “Is this really happening?”

  “Fuck yeah it is, Izabella. And I don’t want it to end.” He had his hand on her ass now, his fingers curled into her bare flesh, squeezing, adding pressure and pain to the pleasure. He used his other hand to take hold of her wrist, moved their conjoined hands between their bodies while holding her gaze with his, and made her touch his dick. Of course she wanted to feel his hardness, to have all that length and girth in her grasp.

  She felt the massive length of him, and an involuntary gasp left her. As he removed his hand and she started stroking his erection up and down, the chilled sensation of what was clearly a piercing had her stilling, but her pulse racing. He took a step back, just enough that when she looked down she could see his dick, easily nine inches in length, dotted with pre-cum at the tip, and having a hoop right through the crown.

  Oh. God.

  Her pussy clenched at the need to have him shoved deep inside of her, to stretch her with arousal, and a small gasp left her.

  “God, you’re so big, Corbin.” Her throat was so dry, her tongue swelling as the carnal desire to have his cock in her mouth overrode everything in her.

  “You make it that hard, baby,” he said in a gruff voice at the base of her throat, his lips and tongue moving up at down her neck.

  She wrapped her hand around his cock more firmly, felt her pulse jump at the base of her throat, and tried to get enough oxygen in her lungs.