Chapter 6

6

Benji

The number one mistake about being a guy? Thinking with the head between your legs instead of the one propped between your shoulders.

Holy shit. What am I doing?

I could corrupt Grace O'Leary. Just give me one night with her. Shit, just give me one hour with her.

What am I doing? Grace is Miles' baby sister. This is wrong. This is all wrong, but I can't stop kissing her. Her soft lips and the way she moans when our tongues thrash. My dick is like a steel rod.

The vanilla scent of whatever she's wearing makes my head spin. I'm a cartoon character with my heart pounding out of my chest and my eyeballs hanging out of my skull attached to springs.

I'm a goner.

One minute I'm helping her with a calculus problem and the next minute we're doing a tongue tango.

I manage to pull myself out of the trance that is Grace O'Leary and reluctantly break the kiss. Her big blue eyes, filled with an innocent desire, stare into mine and a slow smile creeps onto her red lips.

"Hi," she whispers.

"Hi, yourself."

My eyebrows draw together, as I make eye contact with her. "Grace." I try to make my voice firm. "This isn't?—"

She touches her finger to my lips and shakes her head. "Don't. I know what you're going to say." She strokes my cheek with her long fingers. "You're going to say this is a bad idea."

If only my heart could negotiate with my mind. "It isn't just that, it's?—"

She lets out her breath. "It's the fact I'm an innocent little virgin and you don't want to take advantage of me." She drops her hand from my cheek. I miss the warmth of her touch. "I know you, Benji. I know your reputation and I?—"

My stomach hardens. "Hey, wait a minute. My reputation?"

She leans back in her chair and folds her arms across her chest which only props up her perfect rack.

Not making it any easier to focus.

She lets out a small chuckle. "Oh please. You don't date. You have a major commitment phobia, and you're not going to get involved with any one girl. Especially not an innocent little freshman. It's okay. I get it."

"Commitment phobia? Where the hell did you hear that?"

She's adorable as she states the facts to me as she sees them. I can't help myself, but I find her more attractive by the minute.

She rolls her eyes dramatically. "I may be innocent, but I'm not stupid ."

"You're right. You're not stupid— far from it. Someday you're gonna find a guy who's worthy of everything so wonderful that is Grace O'Leary."

And I'm not that guy. Can't be that guy for her.

Her big blue eyes gaze into mine and without warning, she wraps her arms tightly around my neck and she kisses the hell out of me.

Her kiss is desperate, and her breath comes out in heavy puffs. I wrap my arms around her waist, pull her off her chair and onto my lap so she straddles me.

Her ass is seated directly on my dick, and I groan into her mouth.

She pulls her lips away. "You're hard."

"I am. You do that to me."

"I do? I didn't know I could do that."

She has no idea how sexy she is.

Her innocent expression melts me like ice cream. "Yeah, you can do that."

"I guess I'm used to being treated like I'm young —maybe even a bit like a baby— from my brother and my mom anyway. You know? I didn't think any guy would actually find me desirable."

I take a deep breath and lean my head back.

"What's wrong?" Her voice is shaky.

"Nothing." I blanche. "You're just like someone who's been locked away and now you're just starting to come out. Almost like a butterfly caught in a net and now you escaped."

She leans forward and she gives me open mouthed kisses on my neck, on my jaw and cheek. "Thanks," she says between the soft kisses. I suck in a shaky breath.

She's got my heart in her hand.

I capture her mouth and take control of the kiss and, without a break in the connection, lift her in my arms and carry her to the couch. I sit down and straddle her on my lap.

"Will you kiss me some more? I like it." She smiles, her eyes sparkle like tiny twinkle lights on a dark night.

We kiss and our tongues are desperate for contact. I grip firmly to her hips as I try to get relief from the ache between my legs. She rocks her hips and her eyes hood with desire.

She pulls away from the kiss to catch her breath. She watches my hand as I gently caress the front of her shirt. She doesn't stop me when I reach for the hem and pull the shirt over her head and toss it aside onto the floor. I admire the white lacy bra that covers her.

She reaches behind her, unclasps the garment, and lets it fall between us.

"Oh Grace," I moan. "You're perfect."

Grace reaches for my hand and brings it to her mouth. She runs her tongue across my knuckles. "Touch me," she whispers.

Don't have to ask me twice.

I run my palms over the soft globes and my eyes practically roll into the back of my head. Our kisses pick up into a frantic pace as I run my hands over the swollen buds.

She rises to her knees, which puts the soft beauties right in front of my mouth. She pushes her chest out and sucks in her breath. I don't waste any time and run my tongue around the tight buds.

Equal attention, like I always say.

I reach for the snap of her shorts. She doesn't stop me, and I unsnap and unzip the garment.

"Is this ok?"

"Mmmm," she moans and stands up in front me of only wearing those short shorts that are now unfastened.

My dick is about ready to break through the fabric of my shorts.

She smiles and slides the shorts down her legs and kicks them across the living room.

"Holy shit, girl."

She giggles, turns her back to me and gives me a view of her gorgeous ass in a thong. She seductively and slowly lowers the thong, then turns to face me.

She may be an innocent virgin, but she's quite a fucking little temptress.

I grin as my hands ache to touch her. I take in her perfect breasts, the curve of her hips, and my view moves down to the part of her that I know has never been touched.

"Are you sure about this?"

She nods. "I trust you, Benji."

"Come here, you," I say as I motion her closer with my finger.

I stand up from the couch and pull my shirt over my head. I stand in front of her as she grins in admiration. She points to my shorts. I pull down my shorts and boxer briefs in one smooth motion and my dick springs free. Her eyes widen and she lets out a small gasp.

I grab the blanket off the back of the couch, lay down and motion for her to join me under the blanket.

She crawls under the blanket with me, and her sweet vanilla scent takes over. I can barely keep my hands off her as we're wrapped up in our warm cocoon.

7

Grace

Am I really doing this?

I'm lying under a blanket. Naked. With Oliver Benjamin. I've never done anything like this, but I can't help myself. Benji is everything I've ever dreamed of. And more.

His hand slides down my front and I suck in a breath.

Oh my gosh. He's going to touch me. There.

His fingers brush over my mound and finally reach where I want him to touch me. I need relief. He's gotten me so wound up.

"You said you're innocent, but have you ever touched yourself?"

I gasp as his fingers get closer. "Yes." My voice is breathy.

He chuckles. "You're not that innocent." His hot breath is on my ear. "Do you make yourself come?"

I bite my bottom lip. "Yeah." His finger parts me and I let out a groan as he reaches my aching bud.

"You're soaked, baby," he whispers as his finger swirls around my wetness. "I'm gonna make you come so hard, you're gonna see stars."

Every muscle in my body tenses as he brings me pure pleasure from his fingers. He ravishes my mouth with his soft lips on mine. The tingle in my body intensifies from my head to the tips of my toes. I take a deep breath and my body lets loose and convulses with his touch.

"Oh," I moan. "I'm—." The words get caught in my throat as every nerve ending sizzles with desire and then pure relief.

Benji waits until I'm fully spent, and he removes his hand and gives me a gentle kiss on the forehead. His chest rises and falls. "You're so beautiful, Grace."

"Thank you," I whisper as I wrap my arm around him.

Benji slides his hand between us and adjusts himself.

I speak softly with my mouth on his ear. "I didn't do anything for you." My tongue grazes his earlobe.

He moans. "It's okay." He swallows hard.

My cheeks burn. "I don't know what to do."

"I don't expect anything in return, Grace. I just wanted to make you feel good." He kisses my cheek. "I just wanted to see you fall apart."

My arms and legs are weak. I can't remember the last time I felt this good. My eyes feel heavy, and I give in to sleep with my head on Benji's bare chest.

After our nap, we get up and get dressed. Benji heads to the grocery store to pick up a few things for our breakfast on Sunday. I go up to the bedroom and give the mini eight ball from a purse a few shakes.

"Does Benji like me?" I whisper.

I squeeze the ball tightly and turn it over slowly to reveal the answer. It is decidedly so. I hold the eight ball to my chest.

My cell phone rings and I set my fortune ball aside. I check caller ID. My brother.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Gracie. Everything okay? Are you still at the house?"

"Yes. I hope that's okay." I twirl my hair around my finger. "I've been getting a lot of studying done. I have a big test on Monday." I grin. "And Benji helped me with calculus."

Miles chuckles. "Awesome. If you need help with any kind of math, he's your guy."

"Thanks for letting me stay here. I really appreciate it."

"No problem. I'm just sorry you're having so much crap at your dorm." Miles pauses. "We're going to have to figure out some different living arrangements for you when I get back. We'll be back tomorrow night. Hopefully not too late."

I sigh into the phone. "Miles, I already told you. I can't make any dorm or roommate changes until next semester— that's the earliest. I may not get a new roommate until next year."

"That's total bullshit. You need to talk to the RA on your floor. They should be?—"

"Miles, stop. I already talked to the RA."

I feel my face heat up.

This is my frustration— when my brother and mother act like I'm a helpless infant.

"I know. I'm sorry, Gracie. I'll let you handle it."

Sure you will, Mr. Interference.

"Thank you." My tone is sarcastic. I'm sure he knows he's pissed me off.

"Hey, I'll see you tomorrow night. No need to go back to your dorm. We'll figure something out for sleeping arrangements. Just don't worry about anything."

"My hero," I deadpan.

"I love you, Gracie." Miles sing-songs.

I roll my eyes. "I love you too, bro."

We end the call.

I head down to the kitchen and Benji walks in the back door with his arms loaded with plastic grocery bags.

"I'm back," Benji says as he unloads the sacks onto the kitchen countertop. "I thought maybe we could order Chinese for dinner. Do you like Mr. King's?"

I put my hand on my chest. "I love Mr. King's. They have the best fried rice I've ever tasted."

Benji raises an eyebrow and then makes a face. "The best? You've obviously never had a true Chinese dining experience if you think Mr. King rules the rice."

I give Benji a friendly punch in his bicep. "Hey," I say as I feign hurt. "I grew up in a small town and we didn't have a Chinese restaurant." I hug myself. "To me, Mr. King does rule the rice." I reach into one of the plastic bags and take out a gallon of milk. "And they have the best fortunes."

"From the fortune cookies?" Benji puts the milk in the refrigerator. "I barely even look at the fortunes."

" What ?"

"What? I eat the cookie. I toss the little paper aside."

This guy is messing with karma.

I shake my head. "I'm sure it's really unlucky to not read your fortune."

Benji turns from the cabinet and grins. "You're serious right now?"

"Most definitely."

He chuckles. "Well, I'll definitely keep that in mind for future reference. I don't want to bring myself bad luck."

Benji leans against the counter, he looks at the floor. "Grace, I need to talk to you."

Oh no. I hope he doesn't regret what happened earlier.

"About this afternoon," he starts. "I don't want you to get the wrong idea about what happened."

"The wrong idea?"

Benji stands taller and rubs the back of his neck. "Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed our time together, but I'm not the kind of guy you should be around. I don't date, per se, and I don't get serious about any girl."

My heart crashes in my chest. I put on my best smile. "I know and I knew what I was getting into."

"Good." Benji lets out a sigh. "I don't want to get you all mixed up about what happened. You have a sweet and tender heart, and I don't want to break it."

"You didn't," I insist. He did. Into tiny shards of glass. "You're not."

His eyebrows furrow. "You sure? You look upset."

Benji holds out his arms and I fall into his embrace. "I like you, Grace. I do. But this is really complicated. I live with your brother. He's one of my best friends and my teammate."

Benji runs his hand up and down my back. "I'm sorry if I'm sending you mixed messages. That's not my intention."

Benji pulls away from me. "Besides, there's no way he'd approve. He'll want you to find a boyfriend— a guy who wants to date you, a guy who is good for you. Not someone like me."

My eyes meet Benji's blue eyes. "I wouldn't say anything to Miles."

"I know you wouldn't. It's not that. It's?—"

"What?" I swallow the lump in my throat as my heart pounds in my chest.

"Things got a little carried away this afternoon and I was wrong for taking advantage of you. You're young and inexperienced." He groans. "I can't let it happen again."

Hot tears roll down my face. I try to blink them away.

"I have some stuff to do upstairs. I thought we'd order the Chinese around six, if you still want to."

I nod. "That sounds good. I still have a few chapters to read through."

And with that, Oliver Benjamin turns away from me, heads upstairs, and leaves me in the middle of the kitchen in an ocean of tears and pain.