Emma pulled into the driveway of the Ramirez house, the summer air thick with the scent of freshly cut grass and barbecue smoke drifting from the backyard. Her heart hammered as she smoothed her hands over the thin fabric of her sundress, the material clinging to her curves in the humid evening. She hadn't seen Sarah in weeks, but it wasn't just her best friend pulling her here tonight—it was the forbidden pull of knowing Jake might be around. Stepping out of the car, she adjusted her long dark hair over one shoulder and walked up the familiar path, the gravel crunching under her sandals.

Sarah burst through the front door before Emma could knock, her bubbly laugh cutting through the air as she pulled her into a tight hug. "Em! You made it! God, I've missed you," Sarah exclaimed, her voice warm and familiar, the two of them swaying slightly in the embrace. Emma smiled back, inhaling the sweet mix of Sarah's perfume and the faint tang of beer from inside, but her eyes flicked past her friend's shoulder toward the open garage door at the side of the house. Subtle heat prickled across her skin as she caught a glimpse of movement within—Jake's domain, no doubt—and she forced her attention back to Sarah, chatting about classes while stealing quick glances toward the shadows.

The low rumble of a toolbox clattering drew her gaze just as Jake stepped out from the garage, shirtless and glistening under the porch light. His muscular frame flexed with each step, tattoos snaking across his broad chest and down his arms, a light sheen of sweat highlighting the hard lines of his abs. Emma's breath caught, her body responding instantly with a flush of warmth between her thighs as she imagined him pinning her against the car and fucking her hard right there, his intense gaze locked onto hers, dark eyes raking over her figure with unmistakable hunger. He wiped his hands on a rag, a slow smirk tugging at his lips, and the air between them thickened with unspoken tension even as Sarah chattered on obliviously beside her.

Jake's dark eyes lingered on her a moment longer, tracing the way her sundress hugged the swell of her breasts and dipped at her waist, before he finally broke the stare with a casual nod toward his sister. "Hey, Em," he called out, his voice low and rough like gravel under tires, sending a shiver straight down her spine. The scent of motor oil and his own musky sweat mixed with the barbecue smoke, wrapping around her like an invisible tether as he stepped closer, rag forgotten in one hand. Emma felt her nipples tighten against the thin fabric, a slick warmth blooming between her thighs, and she crossed her legs subtly to ease the ache while Sarah rambled on about some campus party.

Their glances kept colliding in the charged space between them—his hungry and possessive, hers darting away only to return with a flush creeping up her neck. She could almost taste the tension, metallic and sweet, as if the air itself hummed with everything they couldn't say in front of Sarah. When Jake brushed past to grab a beer from the cooler on the porch, his bare arm grazed hers, the heat of his skin searing like a brand, and Emma bit her lip to stifle the soft gasp that threatened to escape. Her pussy clenched involuntarily at the contact, fantasies flooding her mind of those calloused mechanic's hands gripping her hips, spreading her open, plunging deep into her dripping heat while she moaned his name.

Sarah laughed at something on her phone, oblivious, but Emma's pulse raced with the thrill of the secret already forming. Jake's smirk deepened as he twisted the cap off his bottle, eyes flicking down to the rapid rise and fall of her chest before locking onto hers again. "Been a while," he murmured, just loud enough for her ears, the words laced with promise that made her heart stutter and her body burn for more.

"Been a while," he murmured, just loud enough for her ears, the words laced with promise that made her heart stutter and her body burn for more. Before she could reply, Sarah's phone buzzed again with a call from their mom inside, pulling her away with a quick apology and a promise to be right back. Jake's eyes darkened as he tilted his head toward the open garage door, his voice dropping lower. "Come on. Need to show you something."

Emma's pulse thundered as she followed him into the dim space, the scent of grease and warm metal thick around them. The moment they were out of sight, Jake's hand gripped her wrist and spun her against the workbench, his bare chest pressing close as his mouth claimed hers in a fierce, hungry kiss. She moaned into it, her hands sliding up his sweat-slicked arms to trace the hard ridges of muscle and ink, while his tongue delved deep. His fingers yanked up her sundress, bunching the fabric at her waist so he could cup her ass and grind the thick ridge of his cock against the damp crotch of her panties.

"Fuck, you're soaked already," he growled against her neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin as one calloused hand shoved her panties aside. His fingers parted her slick folds, stroking through the wet heat of her pussy before circling her swollen clit. Emma gasped, hips bucking as pleasure spiked sharp and hot, her nipples aching against the thin dress where his chest rubbed them with every movement. She reached down to palm the hard length straining his jeans, feeling it throb under her touch, desperate to free it and feel him stretch her open. Jake's free hand tangled in her hair, pulling her head back to meet his gaze. "Been thinking about this tight little cunt since you pulled up. You want it here, now?" His fingers pushed inside her, two thick digits curling deep to stroke that sensitive spot that made her thighs tremble and her juices coat his knuckles.

Emma arched against him, her breath hitching as Jake worked his fingers deeper, scissoring them slowly to stretch her tight walls while his thumb pressed firm circles over her clit. He watched her face intently, his dark eyes hooded with lust, the muscles in his forearm flexing with every deliberate thrust. "That's it, Em—take my fingers like you were made for them," he rasped, adding a third digit that filled her even more, the wet sounds of her arousal echoing softly in the dim garage alongside her soft whimpers. His free hand roamed upward, shoving the straps of her sundress down to expose her full breasts, which he cupped and squeezed, pinching a nipple between his calloused thumb and forefinger until she cried out and clenched around him.

The heat between them built like a furnace, his muscular chest slick against her as he leaned in to suckle at her throat, teeth nipping just hard enough to leave a mark she'd have to hide later. Emma's hand fumbled with his jeans, finally freeing his thick cock—long, veined, and throbbing hot in her palm—as she stroked him in time with his pumping fingers. Pleasure coiled tight in her core, her hips rocking shamelessly against his hand while her other arm looped around his neck, pulling him closer for another bruising kiss that tasted of beer and raw need. "Jake... please," she moaned, the forbidden thrill of Sarah being just outside mixing with the ache of wanting him inside her, his dominance wrapping around her like the scent of oil and sweat that clung to his skin.

He withdrew his fingers only to spin her around, bending her over the workbench so her ass was presented to him, then dropped to his knees behind her. His tongue dragged through her soaked folds in one long, possessive lick, tasting her deeply before focusing on her clit with swirling, relentless pressure that made her knees buckle. One hand gripped her hip to steady her while the other reached up to tease her nipples again, rolling them as he devoured her pussy with hungry strokes, his groans vibrating against her sensitive flesh. Emma bit her lip to stay quiet, fingers clawing at the wood, her body trembling on the edge as the emotional rush of finally surrendering to this secret desire flooded her veins alongside the building orgasm.

My Best Friend's Brother: Forbidden Flames