All Chapters of Tempting My Brother’s Best Friend: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The smell of coffee and sizzling bacon filled the lake house kitchen the next morning, but it did nothing to settle the storm churning in Mia’s stomach.She had barely slept. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Ethan’s dark gaze from last night — the challenge, the pain, the raw possession. *Invite Alex for breakfast.* The words still echoed like a gauntlet thrown at her feet. Now, at 9:17 a.m., she stood at the counter in a simple white sundress that brushed her thighs, twisting her fingers together as Aunt Lisa hummed and flipped pancakes with practiced ease.“You’re going to wear a hole in my floor, sweetheart,” Lisa said without turning around. “Breathe. It’s just breakfast. Not a cage match.”“Tell that to Ethan,” Mia muttered.Jake wandered in, hair still damp from a morning run, and shot her a look that was half sympathy, half warning. “He’s on the porch. Hasn’t said much since he got up. You good?”

Mia’s grip on the phone tightened until her knuckles went white. Her mother’s worried face filled the small screen, but all she could feel was Ethan — thick, hard, and buried deep inside her, his hips making tiny, torturous movements that kept her right on the razor’s edge.“Mom, please,” Mia breathed, fighting to keep her voice steady. “I’m listening. Sarah has more photos? What kind of photos?”Ethan’s eyes darkened with fury and lust. He rolled his hips again, slow and deliberate, dragging against that spot inside her that made stars explode behind her eyelids. She bit the inside of her cheek hard.Her mom sighed heavily. “I don’t have all the details yet. The Dean was vague, but your father is on the phone with him now. Sarah’s claiming the relationship was inappropriate, coercive, whatever she can throw at the wall. She mentioned pictures from… that night. And possibly more. We’re trying to contain it before it ruins both your futures.”

The next morning dawned too bright, too peaceful for the chaos still simmering beneath the surface of the lake house.Mia stood on the back porch with a mug of coffee cooling in her hands, staring out at the water. Sleep had been fractured — fragments of Sarah’s broken voice, Ethan’s furious silence after Alex left, and the ghost of those photos haunting every time she closed her eyes. Her parents had texted late last night: a reluctant agreement to let her stay, but with heavy warnings. One more incident and they were dragging her home.The screen door creaked open behind her.“Still replaying yesterday’s greatest hits?” Aunt Lisa asked, stepping out with her own mug and a plate of fresh scones.Mia offered a weak smile. “Something like that.”Lisa leaned on the railing beside her. “You’ve got a few more days of testosterone and drama ahead. Pace yourself, kiddo.”Before Mia could reply, the sound of tires on gravel an

The morning light filtered softly through the curtains of Mia’s bedroom. She woke to the feeling of warm arms wrapped tightly around her waist and Ethan’s steady breathing against the back of her neck. He must have slipped in during the night. After yesterday’s charged boardwalk encounter, neither of them had wanted to sleep apart.She turned in his arms. His eyes were already open, watching her with that intense, searching look that always made her stomach flip.“Morning,” she whispered, brushing her fingers along his jaw.Instead of answering, Ethan pulled her closer and kissed her like a man drowning. The kiss started desperate, almost bruising, before slowing into something deeper, more vulnerable. When he pulled back, his forehead rested against hers.“I keep seeing the way he looks at you,” he admitted, voice rough with sleep and insecurity. “Like he could give you everything I can’t. Peace. No drama. No brother who wants

The sky was a soft blend of lavender and gold when Mia found Ethan on the dock the next morning. He sat with his knees drawn up, arms resting on them, watching the sunrise paint the lake.She sat beside him quietly, shoulder to shoulder. For several minutes, neither spoke. Just the sound of water and birds waking up in the trees.“I’ve been thinking about next year,” Ethan said eventually, voice quiet. “Basketball season is going to be brutal. Early practices, away games, coaches breathing down my neck about focus. And you’ll be dealing with classes, the stares on campus, maybe your parents still being pissed at me.” He let out a long breath. “I keep wondering how we’re supposed to do this without falling apart again.”Mia rested her head on his shoulder. “We won’t be the same people we were before. That’s the point. We know how bad it can get now. So maybe we do the boring stuff right — good morning texts even when we’re tired, late-night c