Off limits: My Brothers Best friend

The final days of the beach house vacation felt like borrowed time.

Every stolen moment with Damien was sweeter and more dangerous than the last. We became experts at pretending, laughing easily with Marcus during the day, then disappearing into shadows at night. A quick kiss in the pantry while Marcus showered. His hand sliding up my thigh under the dinner table. A whispered “I need you” against my ear when no one was looking.

But the closer we got, the harder it became to hide the fire between us.

On our last full night, the house was restless. Marcus had invited a couple of local friends over for a bonfire and drinks. Music played low from a portable speaker, laughter floated on the breeze, and the scent of grilled marshmallows mixed with saltwater air.

I stayed on the edge of the group, nursing a soda, my eyes constantly finding Damien across the fire. He leaned against a log, talking casually with Marcus, but his gaze kept drifting to me, dark, hungry, full of promises.

When Marcus and his friends decided to run down to the water for a midnight swim, the opportunity was too perfect to ignore.

Damien caught my eye and tilted his head toward the house. A silent invitation.

My heart raced as I slipped away first, pretending I was going inside for a sweater. He followed a minute later.

We barely made it through the back door before he had me pressed against the wall in the dimly lit hallway. His mouth crashed onto mine, hot and demanding. I melted instantly, hands fisting his shirt as he lifted one of my legs around his hip.

“Been dying to do this all night,” he growled between kisses, grinding slowly against me so I could feel how hard he was. “Watching you in that little sundress… knowing exactly how wet you get for me.”

A soft moan escaped me. His hand slipped under my dress, fingers teasing along the edge of my panties. “Damien… someone might come back.”

“I know,” he rasped, nipping at my bottom lip. “That’s what makes it so fucking hot.”

He pushed my panties aside and stroked me with two fingers, swallowing my gasp with another deep kiss. I was already slick, aching from days of teasing. He circled my clit with perfect pressure, making my knees buckle.

“Quiet, baby,” he whispered, voice strained with his own need. “Don’t want Marcus hearing how pretty you sound when I touch you.”

The risk made everything sharper. My hips rocked against his hand as pleasure built fast and intense. He added a finger inside me, curling it just right, and I had to bite his shoulder to muffle my cry as I came hard, trembling against him.

Damien held me through it, breathing ragged, his forehead pressed to mine. “God, Elena… you’re going to be the death of me.”

I reached for the waistband of his shorts, eager to give him the same relief, but he caught my hand again, kissing my knuckles.

“Not here. Not like this,” he said, though his voice was rough with restraint. “When I finally take you completely, I want you spread out beneath me with all the time in the world. Not a quick fuck against the wall while your brother’s twenty yards away.”

The promise in his words sent fresh heat through me.

He straightened my dress, smoothed my hair, and pressed one last soft kiss to my swollen lips. “Go back out first. I’ll follow in a minute.”

I nodded, legs still shaky, and slipped outside just as laughter echoed from the beach. Marcus and his friends were heading back up, towels slung over their shoulders.

I rejoined the group, cheeks flushed, trying to act normal. Damien appeared a few minutes later, looking calm and collected, except for the dark heat in his eyes when they met mine.

Later that night, as everyone finally went to bed, I lay awake staring at the ceiling.

Our secret was getting bolder. Riskier.

And deep down, I knew we were running out of time before someone noticed the way we looked at each other.

The way we couldn’t keep our hands off each other.

The way this forbidden flame was becoming impossible to hide.