Best Friends Brother Romance Books Novels & Stories

date shouldn't be traded for a FIFA match with his brother’s random girlfriend. As I walked out the front door and into the humid afternoon air, the sound of their combined laughter followed me out. I pulled out my phone to call an Uber, my eyes stinging. Zion was the "nice" brother, the stable one, the one who was supposed to always put me first. But as the door clicked shut behind me, I realized that for the first time in my life, I felt like the second choice in his house, too.

“But not impossible.” Elara nodded slowly. “I don’t know what’s going on,” she said. “But I’m going to talk to my mom this weekend.” She straightened suddenly, then smiled, grabbing Nyra’s shoulder. “Oh, and Elias will be home for Dad’s birthday. You should come and finally meet him.” Nyra backed away immediately, hands up, laughing. “Absolutely not. I have a boyfriend.” Elara shrugged, unfazed. “So? You were in love with my brother before you even knew what he looked like. If that isn’t true love, I don’t know what is.”

I squeezed through the bodies, my short dress riding up my thighs, the bass vibrating up through my heels and headed straight for the bar. Suddenly I slammed into something rock-hard and warm — a broad, unyielding chest that smelled faintly of whiskey and cologne. The impact jolted through me, knocking the air from my lungs and sending me stumbling back a step. My heart slammed against my ribs as strong hands instinctively caught my arms to steady me. "Watch where you're going," I snapped, looking up into those dark eyes that always seemed to mock me. Ace Booker. My stepbrother. The one person I hated more than anyone else in this world.

I guess it's too late to back down now. “Yes. Can I?” I was no saint, I loved sex and I had no qualms doing it with my former best friend's brother, keyword, former. And I would definitely not pass on this chance to hold my boss’s dick in my palms. Besides, his younger brother had broken my heart, I would take this as a form of compensation. The corner of Nathaniel's lips pulled into a smirk. “Of course.” He turned around and walked towards the desk, leaning on it slightly. “Have your fill.”

Ashley pouts, her lips downturned but her eyes giving her away—disappointment and longing written all over her face. "Is the D really that good?" Chelsea asks, smirking over her coffee. "Better," Ashley says without hesitation, her tone so flat it's clear she's not exaggerating. I nearly choke on my donut. Fantastic. Now my appetite's gone. Nothing kills a sugar rush faster than hearing your best friend rate your brother's dick like it belongs on Yelp. Tuning them out before Ashley can scar me further, I slide my phone out of my pocket and open the group chat. My thumb hovers for a second, hesitation twisting in my gut like it always does when I feel like I'm bothering them while they're han

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” “Good morning to you too, brother,” Adrian said dryly, pouring himself coffee. Bruno’s chair scraped back as he half-stood, pointing at me. “Her? You brought her here? To our house?” I gave him my sweetest smile, the one that used to make him melt. “Hello, Bruno. Long time.” His jaw clenched. “What the hell is this?” Adrian didn’t flinch. “This is my girlfriend. Nova and I are together.”

***************** 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.

I rocked faster, pressing my aching pussy right along his length, letting the friction tease us both. “I’ve wanted you for so long,” I breathed against his ear, my hair falling around us. “Since I was younger and you’d stand in the background watching me. I’d touch myself at night thinking about your hands, your mouth, your cock. You're my brother’s best friend, and yet all I could dream about was you claiming me. Ruining me for anyone else.” Killian’s breath came out ragged. His hands slid up my sides, gripping my waist under the leather. His discipline was cracking right in front of me. The loyal right hand man who never broke rules was losing the fight.

I couldn't say I'm in love with your brother and living twenty feet away from him is going to destroy me. "I'm just tired," I said. "Long day yesterday." Sloane's expression softened. She sat down next to me and wrapped an arm around my shoulders. "It's going to be okay. You're going to stay here, get back on your feet, and then you're going to find a cute guy and forget all about this." I laughed weakly. "A cute guy." "Someone who isn't my emotionally stunted brother," she added. "Seriously. Don't let him get in your head. He's an asshole to everyone."

"You met this guy barely two weeks ago. You've been to his apartment, kissed him multiple times, spent the night in his arms, and blew him in an empty classroom. And your boyfriend, Nick Jackson is this guy's brother?" Surreal. Hearing it makes my stomach churn. Sounds like really bad writing from a soap opera, If this was a book, I would DNF so fast, I mean brother best friend gets me going, but my boyfriend's brother shouldn't be hot. Yet here I am; how did it all fall? "I thought I was crazy." Chloe sighs, picking a pillow to holler at me. "What?" "You two had that whole Fitz-Gerald grant and Olivia Pope hand thing with the fingers grazing. I thought I imagined it, but nope."