Sharing My Best Friend’s Brother
I purr, arching into her touch, fully aware that every grind, every kiss, every teasing little moan is just for him.
Grayson Bennett—president of the Crimson Reapers, my best friend Alyssa's older brother, and the man I've been messing around with for the past nine months—doesn't exactly come with a label.
Mostly because he's still technically married to the wife who ghosted him nearly a year ago.
But I've been on the back of his bike. I've been to the clubhouse. And he sure as hell doesn't complain when I tag along—or climb into his bed.