Teddy

THE SKY IS A VIBRANT MIX OF yellows and oranges as the sun kisses the horizon. A slight breeze tickles my skin, drying the sweat from a busy day of lugging stuff up the narrow hallway that leads to Jensen's apartment.

Today was moving day. After the last boxes were dropped off and pizza and beer consumed, our friends and family disappeared one by one, leaving us alone with the mess of combining two households into one.

Instead of tackling the tedious job of unpacking the boxes, Jensen and I exchanged looks and seemed to silently agree to procrastinate. After filling a small cooler with beers, we headed to the back patio and sank into the chairs with a groan.

This is where we sit, gazing up at the sky as stars slowly start to show themselves.

"Baby," Jensen groans. "How'd you fit so much shit into that small apartment? And where are we going to stuff it into mine?"

"Ours," I correct him.

He swivels his head to look at me. "Huh?"

"You said 'your apartment' but it's ours now. Right?"

A grin slowly curls his lips up. "Yeah. Ours." He's full-on smirking now. "Because you finally moved in with me after only months of me begging and demanding it."

"A bit dramatic, baby, don't you think?"

"Uh, no." He tugs on my hand to bring me to my feet and then he sets me on his lap so I'm straddling him. "You were being a stubborn woman for no good reason. This is where you belong. You barely spent more than two minutes in your apartment in months. But, yet, you dragged and dragged your heels."

"Can't let you have your way all the time. What's the fun in that?"

He drags his rough hands under my shirt, rubbing over my ribs and cupping my boobs over my bra. The look in his eyes tells me the mood is about to shift when my phone vibrates in the pocket of my jean shorts. Jensen groans as I dig it out to see the number of my dad's favorite bar on the screen.

"Larry?" he asks as I silence my phone and toss it onto the table. "We need to go?"

"Nope." I shake my head as I reach behind me to unclasp my bra and guide his hands back to my breasts. "I'm in my Teddy era. Time to put myself first, self love and all that shit."

His thumbs rub over my nipples as he studies my face, but he doesn't say anything.

Sighing, I explain, "His toxicity has haunted me long enough. Time to let him deal with his own shit. It was never my job to begin with."

Jensen lifts my shirt over my head and lets it fall to the ground, my bra following it. He pinches both nipples roughly, causing me to hiss and arch my back.

"It's funny," he says in a gravelly voice. "Because I'm also in my Teddy era, and I never, ever plan to leave it. And I'm on board for promoting and endorsing your self love campaign."

"You mean orgasms, right?" I ask as I grind against his erection. "Like lots and lots of them? Because that's what the Teddy era stands for. The more, the merrier. As acting president, I demand the more to be very, very merry. Like Merry Fucking Teddy Era, thank you very much."

The breath from his gruff laugh tickles my face, and I grin at him. "What?" he asks, his fingers deftly untangling my hair from the braid it was trapped in all day. He combs his fingers through the wavy strands, and my eyes fall shut at the sensation. I'm pretty sure I braid my hair in the morning only so I can feel his fingers caressing my scalp like this every night.

He gathers my hair into a ponytail at the nape of my neck and tugs my head back. "What is going on in that head of yours, baby? Why are you practically purring like a kitty?"

My eyes flutter open at the slight pain from him pulling my hair and I smirk at him. "I'm just happy, I guess." I shrug my shoulders as if it isn't worth pondering. "Same as you probably."

"Me?" He lifts a brow in question.

"Yeah, you." I boop his nose. "Mr. Grumpy smiling and laughing. What the hell is that all about?"

"That's easy," he says, grabbing me by the hips to grind against the bulge in his pants. "You. It's all you. You make me less grumpy. Now shut-up and get these shorts off already. They're in the way."

We scramble to undress and then I'm on his lap again, his lips latched onto my breast, teeth tugging on my nipple. The cool breeze kisses our exposed skin, and I throw my head back and close my eyes to give into all the sensations attacking my body simultaneously.

"Teddy." His gruff voice awakens me, and I open my eyes in time to see his hand gripping his hard cock and lifting me on it. "Keep those eyes on me and start moving that sexy body already. You're killing me."

I sink my teeth into my lower lip as I slowly rotate my hips in the most painstakingly slow circles. "Have some patience, baby. You're always making me wait. Shut-up and enjoy the ride."

He groans, his head falling back against the chair, his large hands palming my ass trying to coax my body into motion. I increase the speed of my gyrating hips, then switch directions, moaning when my clit grazes his body. I repeat it again and again until I'm panting, and I barely register Jensen's hands have taking over, copying my movements but with a more aggressive pace.

"Oh God, yes," I chant over and over until a slow heat rises from my toes all the way to the roots of my hair and I collapse on top of my boyfriend, burying my face in his neck as I succumb to the feelings rushing through me.

Jensen groans as my walls clench him, squeezing hard as I come. When I go limp on top of him, his strong hands continue to move my body over him, his hips rising to thrust into me in a speed so rapid the chair rocks and I have a brief moment of fear that we may topple over. I suck the skin on his neck, rejoining the party once my mind returns to my body, and I grind against him.

"Fuck, yes, baby. You always feel so good. I'm so close."

I swallow his words with my mouth as I seal my lips over his with a claiming kiss. He groans into my mouth as he pumps into me, his hands and hips an uncoordinated dance. He pulls away from the kiss, his head falling back, and the sexiest grunt falls from his open mouth as he thrusts twice more and then stills, his hands squeezing my ass as he comes inside me.

We stare at each other as we work to settle our breathing, and a slow smirk spreads across his face. "That's one way to Christian our patio." He emphasizes the word "our" and winks. "We may need to invest in some sturdier chairs, though, if we plan on continuing this type of patio activities."

He spanks my bare ass and I squeal, but he steals the sound as he takes my mouth in a searing kiss. "Jesus, baby," he breathes into my mouth. "This never gets old."

"Never," I agree, leaning in for another kiss. "I love you, Jensen."

His teeth nip against my neck, and I can feel his words against my skin. "I love you so fucking much, baby."

Our happy bubble pops, and we bolt upright as we hear a feminine voice shriek, "My eyes! My eyes!"

The sudden movement causes the chair to topple over and we crash to the ground with a loud bang, the air whooshing out of Jensen as he takes the brunt of the fall. "The fuck?" he shouts, peering over my shoulder at the intruder while simultaneously trying to hide my body with his hands.

Since Jensen's arms are like a prison, I can barely move, but I see Sutton standing at the edge of the patio, her hands covering her eyes. Then a larger body appears behind her and stops abruptly taking in the scene. Kelly looks between the naked couple tangled together on the ground and the shrieking girl shielding her eyes, and he bends over laughing.

"It's never fucking boring here," he roars with laughter.

I can't help it, I join in, my chest rumbling against Jensen as giggles erupt out of me. I hear Jensen grumbling about his "fucking family" and him scolding me to get myself together, but it's too late. I can't stop laughing. I'm hysterical as Jensen manages to sit us up and dresses me in his discarded shirt. He must have thrown on his pants at some point because he's glaring down at me.

"Jesus, Teddy. This isn't funny. The fucker saw you naked, and if he wasn't my best friend, I'd go kick his ass. I still kind of want to." He rubs a hand up and down his face as if he's warring with the decision.

I look over to where Kelly and Sutton just were to find the spot empty. Jensen lifts me to my feet, fixing the shirt to make sure I'm completely covered. "You good now?" His stern eyes bore into mine.

"Relax, J." I rub my hands over his naked chest. "It's dark and you covered up the only part of me that was showing with your big manly hands. He didn't see anything."

"He better not have." He palms my ass under the shirt, bringing my body flush to his. "This is mine."

"Yes, caveman." I nod at him with a devilish smirk. "Me yours."

"Christ, woman. You're a pain in my ass."

"Yeah, but you love me anyway."

With soft fingers under my chin, he tilts my head up as he lowers his lips onto mine. "Mine," he growls and lifts me up so my legs are circling his waist. He carries me around the building and up the stairs to our apartment, slamming the door shut behind him, and pressing me hard against it.

"Mine," he reminds me before lowering his pants and thrusting into me.

My head knocks against the door and I agree. "Yours."

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Sutton

"Good lord, woman," Kelly grunts, his strong hand wrapped around my arm as he leads me away from the scene on the patio. "Stop being such a prude. It's just sex."

I rip my arm from his grasp and whirl to glare up at him. He's so tall, I have to crane my neck and the glare's effect is somewhat wasted because of it.

"I'm not a prude, you asshole." I cross my arms over my chest, and I don't miss his eyes lingering on my breasts. That's the thing with Kelly. He's always noticing things, like he can't quite reconcile the fact that I'm no longer his best friend's baby sister. Newsflash, buddy: I'm 26; I haven't been a baby in many years.

He lifts the baseball cap on his head and brushes his fingers through his hair before he twists the hat around and plops it on his head backwards. I try hard to ignore this, but the move drives me crazy. As in: tongue swiping to wet dry lips, breathing subtly picking up, clammy hands inconspicuously wiping against shorts. Maybe inconspicuously is too hopeful of a description. He seems to track my movements, noting each and every one.

"What's wrong then, baby girl." The jerk doesn't even try to hide his smirk. He wears it like a proud badge of honor.

"Excuse me if I don't like seeing my brother fuck his girlfriend! It's like seeing my mom and dad. I think I'm scarred for life." I throw my hands up in a huff, exasperated that I have to explain something so obvious.

I go to step around him, but suddenly his body is crowding mine and my body makes the unconscious decision to flee, taking steps backward until I bump into the side of the building. "Oh," I gasp, surprised to find myself trapped with the sexiest man alive hovering in front of me.

His eyes rake up and down my body before settling on my face. Gone is the smirk, replaced with something harder to decipher. Anger? Does he seem angry?

I gulp when his fingers lightly dust over my cheek, the touch gone before it has a chance to register. He takes a step back and then another, the dark look fading with each backward movement.

"Whatever you came here for, it'll have to wait," he says, his voice gravelly. He pivots and begins walking away, throwing his last words over his shoulder before he disappears into the darkness. "It seems your brother and his girlfriend are preoccupied for the night."

I stare after him for a few moments, confusion plaguing me. "What the hell was that?" I whisper, my words eaten up and swallowed by the darkness.

The End.

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Go to the next chapter for a sneak peek at the next book in the WITH YOU series - WHISPERING WITH YOU.

Trope: best friend's sister

What happens when my best friend's little sister insists on getting herself in sticky situations? Someone has to babysit her, and it might as well be me.

Sutton has always been a feisty firecracker, and my favorite pastime is riling her up. It's all been in the name of fun, until the time I fake kissed her and it didn't feel so fake.

Now every look, every touch, every innuendo brings me one step closer to breaching bro code. Sisters are off limits, but I'm starting to think she might be worth the consequences.