*Hunter's Point of View*
My eyes keep flickering to the door. I can hear Jessie's soft voice murmuring just outside our bedroom and wonder who the hell she had to call at this time of night. I grab for another slice of pizza and take a few bites before guzzling it down with the rest of my Gatorade.
Jessie's voice fades into silence and I force my attention back to the TV. I turn it up a few notches to give her some privacy. And then a women's underwear commercial comes on, and all I can do is think about those bags of naughty clothes strewn across Jessie's bed.
I have the sudden urge to see what's in them. My eyes move to the door again. Ever so quietly I push myself off the bed and take the few steps needed to get to her side of the room. My eyes latch on to the first Victoria Secret bag. My hand carefully reaches inside and the soft feel of silk greets my fingertips. I slowly pull it out and suck in a breath when I see it's a small pair of white panties that reads "you like this" across the butt.
My body instantly reacts to thoughts of this little number on Jessie and I quickly shove it back into place. With my dick now hard as a rock, I move back to my bed and try to focus on the ball game showing on ESPN. I know I shouldn't be having these types of thoughts about Jessie.
Scratch that. I shouldn't be having these types of thoughts about my brother's girlfriend.
But on the other hand, if Jessie was my girl, there's no way in Hell I'd leave her for weeks on end. It's not that I wouldn't trust her. I just wouldn't be able to stay away from her. I curse under my breath for not telling Elliot I had feelings for her. If I would have just told him up front, he probably would have let me have her.
The sound of the bedroom door opening pulls me out of my thoughts, and Jessie's wide eyes instantly meet with mine. I can see the sadness etched in her features and it takes all my willpower to not run over and pull her into my arms.
"You good?" I ask when I notice she's not coming back to my side of the room.
Jessie just shrugs and starts pulling the bags off her bed and onto the floor. The pink bag that contains her white panties seems to stare back at me, teasing my mind of the contents held within. I push the thought away as Jessie collapses onto her bed.
"I think I just want to go to bed, Hunter. I'm sorry," Jessie mumbles.
I try not to get upset, but a wave of disappointment slams against my chest.
"That's cool," I say and turn my attention back to the TV.
As I pretend to watch the game, I do my best to mentally convince myself of all the reasons Elliot is better for Jessie than I am. Elliot is a stand up guy. He was raised by the only semi-normal parent I have ever had in my life and he's stuck by me through thick and thin. Even though girls throw themselves at him, he doesn't use women and toss them to the side when he's done…..like I have been known for doing.
He has dreams, goals and ambitions, while I'm content to work at a bar for the rest of my life. Elliot is a gentleman, never pushing the limits even if it's what he really wants. While I, on the other hand, always go for what I want and push it too far.
I study Jessie from the corner of my eye. She's a sweet girl and so innocent - too innocent. Hell, for all I know, she's still a virgin. She's too pure for an inbred like me. Plus, Elliot's already at a point where he's ready to settle down and start looking for his 'wife.' Myself? I haven't been interested in a girl for more than a night.
The sound of quiet sobs pulls me back to reality, and I turn my full attention toward Jessie. Her shoulders shake under her covers. A weird panicky feeling settles into my stomach. I've never been too good around crying women. But for the first time in my life, I feel the need to try and stop the tears.
I mute the TV and walk over to her bed. Jessie hears me approaching and scoots over to give me some room. I have to bite back a grin as I slide into bed next to her. The smell of her sweet perfume filters through my nostrils and it's the same scent she was wearing the night I kissed her.
Jessie cranes her neck and her tear-filled eyes gaze up at me. My heart tightens.
"I called Elliot," she admits softly.
A glimmer of hope tugs at my mind. Did she break up with him? For me? I just nod and wait for her to continue. Her eyes look away from me, and her long black lashes latch onto her big crocodile tears.
"I wanted to tell him about our kiss," she admits. "But before I could, he told me he had something to tell me too. So I let him go first…."
Jessie shakes her head slightly and sniffles again.
"His work told him they needed him out there longer. And so he agreed. He's not coming back home now for almost a month."
The pain in her voice is almost tangible. I slip my arm around her slender shoulders, and she leans into my touch, her head falling into the crook of my neck. I'm thankful the lights are too low for her to see the deep blush consuming my cheeks. This is the first time I've ever held a woman on my own terms. Yes, I've had sex with countless women. But the cuddling part afterward never appealed to me. Ever.
So this is the first time I've held a woman…just to hold her.
"He told me he was sorry and asked if I'd be willing to wait for him," Jessie says breaking the momentary silence.
More tears escape her eyes and spill down her pretty cheeks. I bring my hand up and wipe them away with the pads of my fingertips.
"And what'd you tell him?" I murmur softly.
"I told him I didn't know if I could. A-and that it was best if we took a break while he was gone. And t-then maybe when he got back we could start dating again."
The thought of Jessie single has my mind twirling with possibilities. I seem to be holding my breath as I wait for her to say more. Jessie draws her hands from under the covers and sets them against my chest. Her soft touch sends a shiver of desire down my spine.
"Elliot said if I changed my mind that I should call him. Because this isn't what he wanted," she whispers.
I sigh and force myself to be the good guy I know is deep inside me somewhere.
"Jess," I say slowly. "You're balling your eyes out. This clearly isn't what you want either."
When she doesn't dispute what I've said, I push a bit further.
"So why'd you break it off with him?"
She's quiet for a moment and her innocent eyes stare up at me.
"Why agree to a break," I question again, "when you'll just be 'back to normal' when he comes back home?"
Jessie's hands run down my chest and I can feel her body inching closer to mine.
"Because….maybe I have feelings for someone else," Jessie whispers.
Oh God. Not me, Jessie. I'd ruin you.
But instead of discouraging the feelings I now realize she has, I do the exact opposite. I tip her chin up with my fingers and softly sweep my lips against hers. I pull back just an inch and feel her hot breath tickling my mouth.
"I'm not the guy you think I am, Jessie," I whisper against her lips. "I'm the bad guy in this twisted love triangle."
"Hunter, please," Jessie pleads. "Just kiss me."
So I do.
And this time….I don't hold back. My hungry lips devour hers and my tongue wiggles into her mouth within seconds. I start nibbling at her bottom lip and press her body against mine so she can feel how aroused she's making me. My hand strokes her back once before traveling across her side and up her stomach.
My dick throbs with unreleased pleasure as my hand cups one of her perfect breasts. A small moan emits low in her throat and it's taking all my willpower to not rip her clothes off and fuck her like crazy. But I try to contain myself. She deserves better than that.
As that last thought travels through my brain, my body tenses with indecision. I force my lips away from hers and try to calm my shaky breaths. Brad's words taunt my conscious. If all I want is a one-night stand, I shouldn't try to get it out of Jessie. She deserves better than that.
But is that all I want?
My feelings for Jessie are strong, but the fear of them disappearing after a night of sex scares the hell out of me. And the last thing I want to do is hurt her.
"W-what's wrong?" Jessie stammers and I can hear the lust in her voice.
The sound of it nearly pushes me over the edge. I force myself off her body, doing my best to hide my raging hard-on.
"Don't ask me to kiss you again, Jessie," I say with a harsh edge to my voice. "Call Elliot and get back with him."
"B-but Hunter -"
"- No," I say firmly, cutting her off.
I find myself retreating toward our bedroom door. I just need to get out of here. There's no way I can be around Jessie without keeping my hands off her. My fingers clasp around the cool doorknob, and I tug it open. Her hurt expression becomes burned into my mind as I leave the room.
"I'm sorry Jessie," I say over my shoulder. "I'm just not the guy for you."