My Brother’s Best Friend 2

It was Friday evening when things finally shifted.

Jake was home.

For once.

He was sprawled on the couch, controller in hand, focused on whatever game he was playing on the Xbox. I sat nearby, and somehow, we ended up talking.

Not much.

But more than usual.

Random things. Safe things.

School. My parents. My “friends”—if I had any. He even joked about my “audio boyfriends,” the ones I imagined from my books.

It was the same pattern as always.

Surface-level.

Nothing real.

Even though I wanted more.

Hayden came in later that evening, already hyped, talking about some frat party happening that night. He wanted Jake to go with him.

And just like that, I decided.

I wasn’t staying in.

“I want to come,” I said.

Hayden stopped mid-sentence and looked at me like I’d just said something insane.

“I can’t let you come.”

“Why?” I shot back, already irritated.

“Yeah, why?” Jake added, glancing between us.

“Because it’s a frat party, idiot,” Hayden said, directing that at Jake.

“I’m not a child,” I snapped. “And I want to go. You’re not stopping me.”

“Who’s going to look out for you?” Hayden asked. “There’s this chick I’ve been trying to hook up with, and I’m not playing babysitter tonight. Sorry, Jan.”

Typical.

“I can take care of myself,” I said firmly, glaring at him. “I want to go.”

“Jan—”

“I’ll look after her.”

Jake’s voice cut through the tension.

Hayden and I both turned to him.

“What?” Hayden frowned.

“I said she can come,” Jake repeated, calm and certain. “I’ll look after her. She’s been here for five days already—let her have some fun before she leaves. One party isn’t going to kill her.”

My heart flipped.

I tried to keep my face neutral, but inside?

I was screaming.

“You don’t have an excuse anymore,” I told Hayden, barely hiding my satisfaction.

He groaned, dragging a hand over his face.

In the end… he gave in.

“Fine,” he muttered. “But you’re coming with her,” he added to Jake. “I’ve got to pick up that girl I told you about.”

I turned away before they could see my expression, heading to my room.

“I need to fuck her tonight,” Hayden added casually.

“Yeah, whatever,” Jake replied. “I’ve got Janny. Don’t worry about her.”

The front door opened and closed not long after.

I stood in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection.

This dress… I’d bought it two days ago.

Because of him.

For him.

It hugged my body in all the places I usually tried to hide—my curves, my hips, my chest. No oversized hoodie. No baggy jeans.

Just me.

For once.

My fingers smoothed over the fabric as my heart picked up.

Tonight… he was going to see me.

Really see me.

And if I was lucky—

Maybe I’d finally stop being Hayden’s little sister.

And become something else entirely.

I slipped my feet into my heels, grabbed my purse, and gave myself one last look in the mirror.

No baggy clothes.

No hiding.

Just me.

Taking a steady breath, I stepped out of Jake’s room.

He was already outside, leaning against the wall, his attention fixed on his phone.

I cleared my throat.

Jake looked up.

And froze.

His eyes widened slightly, his mouth parting as he stared at me like he didn’t recognize me at all.

Good.

The dress clung to every curve I’d spent years trying to hide—my hips, my waist, my chest. It dipped just low enough to show more than it should, my breasts barely contained, the fabric stretched tight.

Jake’s gaze dropped.

And stayed there.

Too long.

My pulse spiked as his eyes lingered on my chest, dark and hungry now, nothing like the careless indifference I was used to.

When he finally snapped out of it, he dragged his tongue over his lower lip and shoved his hands into his pockets—like he was trying to hide something.

Like he was trying to hide how hard he was.

I turned, biting back a smile as I walked past him.

Inside my head?

Pure chaos.

Victory.

Tonight was going to be fun.

***

The frat house was already packed.

Music thumped through the walls, bodies pressed together, laughter and chaos filling every corner. The second I stepped inside, someone tossed a pair of bunny ears onto my head before disappearing into the crowd.

I blinked, confused, but didn’t question it.

I stayed close to Jake as he led me into the kitchen—only to find people already making out like they’d forgotten anyone else existed.

I stood there longer than I should have, sipping from a red Solo cup filled with something that burned all the way down.

Jake disappeared at some point.

Said something about the restroom.

That was… twenty-five minutes ago.

I was bored.

Still bored.

Parties had never been my thing.

But tonight wasn’t about the party.

It was about him.

I drained the rest of my drink and moved out onto the floor, letting the music take over as I danced on my own. A few guys tried to get close—hands reaching, bodies pressing—but I pushed them away without a second thought.

I didn’t want them.

I wanted—

Arms wrapped around my waist from behind.

Strong.

Firm.

Possessive.

I gasped softly, my body reacting before my mind caught up.

Jake.

He pulled me back against him, his body flush with mine as he started to move with me, grinding slowly, deliberately.

“You earned the bunny ears,” he murmured into my ear, his voice low.

“What does it even mean?” I asked, trying—failing—to ignore the hard length pressing against me.

“They give it to the hottest girl at the party,” he said, his lips brushing my ear. “So… you earned it, Janny.”

The way he said my name sent a shiver down my spine.

I inhaled sharply.

“You look so fucking good tonight,” he continued, his voice rougher now. “I almost didn’t recognize you.”

His hips rolled into mine, slow and controlled.

“And it’s messed up how hard I am just dancing with you.”

My breath caught.

I bit my lip, pressing back against him slightly.

“Who knew you were this sexy?” he muttered. “Did you wear this for me, huh, Janny?”

I turned my head slightly, my voice barely above a whisper.

“And what if I say yes?”

I pushed back against him, letting my body answer for me.

His grip tightened instantly.

“You want to know what I’m going to do?” he asked, his breath hot against my skin.

“Yes,” I breathed.

He leaned in closer, his voice dropping lower—dangerous.

“I’m taking you out of here,” he said. “Driving you home… and fucking you against the wall.”

My heart slammed against my ribs.

“Something I’ve wanted to do,” he added, his lips brushing my ear, “since the first time I saw you in those high school gym shorts.”

My entire body went still.

Holy shit.

He’d seen me.

He’d always seen me.

That memory hit me out of nowhere.

I’d tripped on the field during PE that day—some girls thought it was funny to mess with me. My knees were scraped, my pride worse. Instead of calling my parents, I asked the nurse to call Hayden.

He showed up.

With Jake.

I’d been a mess that day. Embarrassed. Hurt. Invisible.

And now—

Now he was telling me he’d seen me.

“Really?” I whispered.

Jake tightened his grip on my waist, pulling me flush against him.

“Yes, Janny,” he said, his voice rough. “I’ve always wanted you.”

My breath caught.

“Do you know how many times I’ve touched myself thinking about you?” he continued, his lips brushing my ear. “How many times I’ve gone to sleep with you in my head?”

Heat rushed through me, sharp and immediate.

“I’ve imagined your lips wrapped around my cock,” he whispered, slower now, deliberate. “Imagined what you’d look like… how you’d sound when I finally make you mine.”

My thighs pressed together instinctively.

“And now?” he added, pressing his erection harder against me. “Now I’m getting hard just thinking about it again.”

I sucked in a shaky breath.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” he murmured. “I’ve thought about pushing my dick between these perfect tits of yours… watching myself come all over you.”

My toes curled inside my heels.

God.

“I’m losing my mind over you, Janny,” he said, his voice darker now. “You’ve been driving me insane for years.”

I was soaked.

Completely gone.

Every word, every touch—it all hit too deep, too fast. I could barely think straight anymore.

“You wanna get out of here with me?” he asked.

There was no hesitation left in me.

No doubt.

“Yes,” I choked out.