Best Friend's Brother Romance Books Novels & Stories

A small, amused smile spread across my lips as I walked toward her, my steps slow and deliberate. “Let me tell you something about this boyfriend of yours,” I murmured, my tone sharp. “He’s nothing more than a dickhead. You’re here today, he’ll bring another girl tomorrow, so don’t be proud of yourself, you’re just here for today,” I added, my gaze locking onto hers as anger flickered across her face. “I thought you left,” my brother’s voice echoed as he stepped into the kitchen, his presence immediately shifting the tension in the room. He wore nothing but a pair of long black trousers, his dark eyes fixed on me, his hair falling slightly across his face.

I had just kissed my best friend's brother… and I think I liked it! **

He was kind to me because of the break-up with Liam, but I doubt that phase would continue, not after what happened the previous night at the frat house. I would rather remain enemies with him than let what happened last night repeat itself. “He tasted normal, like everyone else.” I replied with a shrug of my shoulders. Ember folded her hands under her chest and knelt on the bed, giving my face a case study. Funny. From the looks she was giving me, she didn’t believe my words. “Are you telling me the truth? If I find out you’ve been fantasizing about my brother, it won’t be good.”

I took it easy this time, sucking the dick like my life depended on it. Using my tongue to lick, and go around it. “Fuck, Beautiful” he said pushing further. “You make it so fucking hard not to cum.” The moment he said it, i felt my pussy went empty for a moment before being filled again. I knew this time it was a different cock and a different brother, my pussy twitched to think of me being the slut and having my best friend ex boyfriend brothers thick cocks being switched out of my wet dripping cunt and fucking my deep wet pussy.

I tried to compose myself the best way I could and now is the time to put what I had imagined into action. "Hey brother, meet my best friend…" Anabel said glowing with excitement. Ethan turned slowly facing me with Anabel standing between us. "This is Linda, my best friend. The one I’ve been telling you about," Anabel said showing me to her brother with a bright smile. "Ohh wow. This is her?…" Ethan asked looking at Anabel like he was about to say he knows me, my heart skipped. "Nice to meet you, Linda," he faced me back with a polite smile while extending his hand. "My sister has said a lot of nice things about you, it's nice to finally meet you in person."

There are consequences. I should have known nothing in my life is ever simple. My brother is going to kill his best friend and I have nine months to figure out what I want. Find out more here Need Book 1 Co-written with N. Isabelle Blanco I was Kira’s from the first moment I saw her. Maybe it was love at first sight, but I was only ten. She became my best friend. My crush. The girl I can’t live without. But I have to. She was almost mine, but my father took away my chance.

“I'm sorry. I just - didn't expect you to be at my house - not until the weekend.” “I told her so—” Noah chuckled. Ignoring Cassie, I looked at him. “Thank you for coming to get me. I'll save today's bus fare.” I smiled before relaxing my back again. Noah was my best friend's only brother. Just like me, I had only Christian. In that same manner, Cassie had only Noah. The sixth rule applied to Noah and Christian. Although Cassie was never going to have anything to do with my brother - she was six years older than he is, after all. Somehow, it was just me to whom the sixth rule applied.

***************** AUTHOR’S NOTE Hey lovely reader, I had such a wild time writing this chapter because every time Matteo or Damian steps onto the page, the atmosphere shifts. One is raw, merciless, and impossible to tame. The other is sharp, calculating, and always three steps ahead. And yet, they’re brothers two sides of the same coin, bound by blood but driven by their own hunger for power. Now I’m curious… between Matteo and Damian, which one has captured your attention the most? Do you find yourself drawn to Matteo’s brutal, untamed fire, or Damian’s icy control and clever schemes? I honestly can’t wait to see who you’re secretly rooting for.

“But then I remember how I feel when I’m with you, and it makes sense again.” My chest tightened. “You’re such a smooth talker, Scott.” He grinned. “Only when it’s true.” The air shifted — softer now, quieter. I turned back to him, and for a second the world outside didn’t matter. It was just us, tangled in something we probably shouldn’t be, but couldn’t let go of. He leaned closer, his voice barely a whisper. “You know, if your brother wasn’t terrifying, I’d take you out to dinner properly.”

“Big difference.” I smirk because it’s easier than admitting she’s right. I’ve spent years perfecting the art of pretending Mia Reynolds is just Noah’s little sister. The kid who used to steal my fries and punch me in the arm when I called her squirt. Except she stopped being a kid somewhere between high school graduation and now, and every time she walks into a room I have to remind myself she’s off limits. Noah’s off limits. Best friend code. Blood oath shit. But tonight the code feels paper thin.