My Girl
Chapter 6

I walked back into the apartment, and before I could even close the door; I heard my brother shouting from the living room.

“Coming,” I hollered back, slipped off my shoes, headed towards the living room and then remembered what was inside my almost see through bag and quickly tossed it into the kitchen.

“You shouted?” I announced when I walked into the living room.

I see Jake and Caleb sitting on the couch, junk food and beer littered the coffee table, and playing a video game.

Boy's.

"Caleb told me about your conversation earlier,” Jake said, without taking his eyes off the TV.

What?

How could Caleb do that? I was nice about it when I asked if we could drop it.

Caleb isn't looking at me either, and I wish he would, so I could flip him off.

“Yeah, I told your brother everything. I hope you don't mind,” he shrugged, shoved a handful of chips into this month before playfully punching Jake. “You suck.”

What an asshole.

I can't believe he would do that.

I know I shouldn't have done what I did, but him tattling to my brother?

Come on.

“Caleb mentioned you wanted to chill with us tonight. He said you let it slip that you were feeling lonely,-”

I choked as soon as my brother said the word lonely.

Caleb still did not have enough balls to look at me.

“— you know you can tell me these things, Kat,” he finished.

My body relaxed a little once I found what my brother was referring to and breathed out hard.

“Yeah, Kat, I don't want you to feel lonely,” Caleb replied.

For some reason, I don't think Caleb is referring to the word lonely as my brother is, and the thought made me narrow my angry gaze onto him.

Shut the hell up, asshole.

Caleb finally looked over towards me and I can tell his enjoying with this little scene. He grinned for all two seconds before it disappeared when my brother turned to face him.

“You could at least let me win once, bro,” Jake complained.

“Man, you know I'm competitive,” Caleb laughed, peered up towards me and added. “I always play to win.”

Hmm.

“We made a plan for us three to have fun tonight,” Caleb said, when my brother leaned over, and graded his beer.

“Well, look at how sweet you both are thinking about me,” I commented, walked towards them, patted them both on the head, and sat between them.

Let the game begin then.

“So what is the big plan tonight, fellas?” I asked and watched as their video game characters beat up each other.

Then I looked at Caleb in the corner of my eyes and added, “since I'm so lonely.”

I watch as his eyes land on my lips. He licks his, and then looks me in the eye.

He stares like a caged beast that hasn't been let free in years. A very sexy tattooed animal. Sitting this close to him allows me to appreciate the work of art on his forearm and biceps.

I would lick every inch of that ink if I could.

I swear, I have not had things kinds of thoughts just randomly pop up inside my head when I'm merely looking at a guy. I'm not some sex-crazed woman who goes around touching herself after a brief encounter with a sexy man.

He is just, I don't know, different.

“Since we have class tomorrow, I figured we would just keep it simple tonight. Video games, junk food, and movies,” Jake shrugged, and looked up hopeful.

“That sounds like a fun night,” I informed him and let him off the hook.

Despite what Caleb has told my brother, I'm not very lonely. In fact, I wish I were alone.

“I'm going to go shower before we start these plans. That's cool?” Caleb asked, set his game controller down, and stood up from the couch.

“Sure, bro.”

“Yup,” I mumbled and tried my best not to think about him naked.

“Oh shit. I forgot my thing in the bathroom. I need my phone charger in case mom and dad call.” I cursed and stood up.

“I need to go take the trash out. I fucking forget,” Jake complained.

“It's your week, buddy.”

“I know,” Jake sighed and walked out of the living room.

I headed towards the bathroom, Caleb following close behind me. Once I make it into the restroom, my heart is pounding inside my chest, my legs feel like they have turned into jello, and my pussy is pulsing with how close Caleb is walking behind me. If I stopped walking, he would crash into me.

I grabbed my suitcase and turned towards the door, but before I could take a step out, he stepped in. He closes the door and locks it.

I'm shocked speechless. I struggle to say anything when he picks me up and places me on the edge of the bathroom sink. Positioning himself between my legs, he presses his body into me.

“Caleb,” I whimpered, trying to fuss at him and to order him to let me go, but as soon as I felt the bulge inside his pants press again my sensitive pussy, I couldn't say anything else.

Instantly, my breathing becomes rapid, and I struggle to catch a breath.

All I smell is him.

All I can feel is him.

He grabs my ass, presses himself even harder and more against me and grinds in slow circles that cause the perfect friction through my shorts.

My palms slide in his air on their own, pulling his head back, causing him to release a growly moan.

I love that sound.

His hands move up my shirt. Lifting my bra, he twisted my hard nipples between his fingers.

My head falls back in with sinful, delicious pleasure.

“You smell like me.” He groaned as he continued to grind himself between my legs and I felt my panties starting to her soaked and I knew he could feel it even through our clothes.

“Sorry,” I breathed. “I got my own now-,” I tried to explain, but his movement cut off my words.

I didn't know whose body wash I was using, I had just wanted to get cleaned. I picked me up some today, so it shouldn't be a problem again.

With one arm now wrapped around my back, he pulls his hand from under my shirt, makes his way between my legs, and rubs over the thin silk fabric of my shorts.

“Fuck,” I cried, and bit my lips together.

This shouldn't be happening.

Why am I allowing this to happen?

Why the hell is he doing this?

He has never even flirted with me before and now all of a sudden, his pushing me up against walls, and picking me up and placing me on counters.

“Jake is-,” I started to say, but he suddenly stepped back.

“I have to shower.”

“Okay,” I whispered, jumped off the bathroom counter, unlocked, and opened the door.

“Good girl,” He replied, grinned and shut the door in my face.

He is definitely winning this game.

Shit.