𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝒎𝒖𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝐾𝑛𝑜𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫

Cara Hendersons pov

I couldn't move, couldn't breath. My body felt frozen in place, I knew if I moved it I would feel it through every part and limb of my body so I didnt. I simply stared at another brother, a different one. He was so angry, hatred burning through his darkened brown eyes and yet he was looking at me with such adoration it was hard to believe this guy hates me...

"I don't want to kiss you" I lied, I wanted too, my body wanted me too and yet my brain was telling me to get off and walk away, do something. I didn't need to show them anything or prove anything to either one of them, they were using me...so why was I here? Why did I feel so helpless, like puty in his arms?

"Oh..but you do. I could practically hear your heartbeat".

"My heart isn't beating that quick..." But it was... wasn't it?

"I wasn't talking about that heartbeat, cara."

Even through his foul language he was right, the thin towel that wrapped around me wasn't nearly enough protection to feel the heat underneath me, just inches away, his length visible beneath his jeans, hardened and only sending flames straight into my stomach.

Looking at him I could see it, he was a beautiful man. His lips looked heavenly, his eyes were filled with complete lust, his hair incredibly sexy...it was hard not to describe him as anything else.

"Please.." he was pleading now, and I don't know what it was about his neck..or him in general but I wanted to explore him fully and completely...and yet wanted to keep my distance.

Reaching a shaky finger out I touch his neck, running my finger over his tattoo. The colors were vibrant and beautiful and here close to it, I couldn't help but smile at how detailed it was. He doesn't say anything, instead his breath picks up slightly and I watch how his chest rises and falls.

"We're you... jealous?" I had him here...where I wanted him...

He doesn't say anything once again, his eyes meeting mine dangerously.

"You are, Arent you?.." I lean forward, pressing a tiny peck against his neck. He jumps slightly but only pulls me closer, his hands on my waist gently.

"I'm not jealous...why would I be?" He was lying straight through his teeth.

"You tell me" I blink, and he doesn't speak Instead he kisses me roughly against my lips. His lips are different from Travis's, rougher and harder, and yet addicting, as if he was claiming whoever he kissed.

"Cara.." he breathed, his lips moved seamlessly beneath mine, his hands suddenly on my waist as he curled them possessively around me, the sharp pain from his fingers only fueling the fire that was burning beneath the fabric of my clothes.

"You don't know the things you do to me cara....It's time I show you" he whispers, his hands curling around my bare thighs. Before I have a chance to think about what's happening next he pulls me against him gently, making me gasp. I could feel him move beneath me, unable to speak whatsoever. He pulls me against him again and I can't explain how it feels, it's different from everything I've ever done and yet it feels dirty and so wrong...and yet...I didn't want to move.

"You feel it..cara?" He breathed against my neck, his voice coming out as a pant, his head dropping slightly.

"..I.." I couldn't breath properly, the feel of him underneath me incredibly hard to control.

"Tell me.." his lips parted, his head moving back, his breathing only quickening, was pure heaven seeing him like this...not in control whatsoever.

"I feel it...I just don't know...what..." I didn't know what to do, barely moving my waist only fuels the fire that burns between us both.

Here I was kissing the other brother like I was switching back and forth between them. Travis was such an asshole and yet the way he was with me that night made me think completely different of him, he was gentle and only wanted me to he comfortable but with John he was a huge asshole compared to them both and I knew that he wouldn't be gentle with me no matter what...so why was I here?

"Do you want me to...?" He was offering to show me what to do, what was a I supposed to do? This was all moving super quick....

"No it's...okay" I shake my head, despite feeling extremely hot I didn't want to move too quick...not right now, not ever probably.

"Are you sure?..." He whispered, his lips desperate to kiss mine probably heavier than before.

"Yeah...I'm sure."

Self control was hard to maintain...but it wasn't impossible.