Brother's Best Friend Romance Books Novels & Stories

Slouchy, sarcastic, sweet. Nicolas looked and sounded like a storm in human form. Quiet. Dark. Powerful without trying. And he still hadn’t stopped looking at me. I cleared my throat. “Um… do you want breakfast? Or a donut? Or—” “Anna,” Daniel interrupted, stepping between us like the human shield he apparently believed himself to be. “Stop flirting.” “I was NOT flirting,” I hissed. Nicolas’s smirk told me I very much was. Daniel rolled his eyes. “Whatever. Nico, this is Anna. She’s been my best friend since we were like five. She’s basically our sister.”

I hated the fact that I would fall into the seductive charm of other brothers again and again. “Do you hate the fact that we had sex that much?” He asked still holding me protectively. “I loved it. I loved it so much that it’s killing me, Valentino.” I said back as he kissed me on the head. “Then enjoy the moment, don’t think much about it.” He said as I sighed. He doesn’t know anything or maybe he does but he pretended he knew about my connection with his brothers like Valerio. I thought painfully. *********************************

“My best friend, Chancé, would never do something like that. She’s not like you. She’s the purest person I know. She would never like my brother too.” To be honest, I want to die hearing those words. They hammer into my chest—the pain, the lie, all of it. I’m lying to my best friend. I’m evil, and she’s defending me. Hazel is right about one thing: I am a conniving, creepy slut, a liar who smiles to her best friend’s face while behind her back she’s sleeping with her brother.

Like it was a statement he made on a daily basis. He was saying all the right things that made him sound like the perfect gentleman, and his dad the perfect step father, everything that drunk Dean, my mother's man child was not and could never be. I felt emotions pulling at me and I knew I was falling hard and fast for my best friend's brother. He was supposed to be a one night stand. How did it all go haywire?

Just the mention of Thorne’s name makes my pulse spike and my heart skip. Fucking hell. I still hate him. Thorne Xandros was my brother’s best friend and the first man I ever have a crush on. But Alec always reminded me that Thorne is like our brother. He always smacked Thorne on the head if Thorne looked at me longer than he should. “She’s our sister, Thorne. Don’t forget that,” Alec always said to Thorne in situations like that. But I never wanted to be a sister to Thorne. I wanted something intimate.

It's just my name, so why is my blood pumping too fast? "Good… good morning, Sunny," I greet him, stammering and knowing he's my brother's best friend. I shouldn't think of him as anything else. I shouldn't crush on him. He's already a grown man and a professional football player. He has his own life, while I am stuck at home with my possessive mother. "Nice to see you again. It's been long," Sunny says just as he watches me descend the stairs. My skin prickles at his deep voice that sends butterflies running in my belly.

It’s just about the journey of going on it with him. Cade looks over at me, the moon reflecting in his eyes. “I don’t think so. It seems like more and more recently, my mind is full of nothing but thoughts of you.” His words steal any kind of response. I’m trying to wrap my mind around what’s happening between us. I’d gone to bed swearing that by the time I woke up the next morning, I’d never pine after my best friend’s brother again. When sleep finally took me, I’d been chanting over and over again how he was nothing to me anymore.

Thank you for understanding that the tart in the front case center position was never just a tart. Stories exist because readers complete them. You completed this one. And that means more than I know how to say in a letter. With gratitude, always — -InkHeart *Author of Seducing My Best Friend's Brother* --- *Sweet Proof. Cobble Hill, Brooklyn. Always open. The cardamom tart is in the front case, center position. It always will be.*

He looked like a man who had been arguing with himself for a long time and had finally stopped. He kissed me harder. His hand gripped the back of my neck, his mouth taking me apart. I grabbed his shoulders and kissed him back with four years of wanting behind it and the sound he made low in his chest went straight through me. "Rafael..." I breathed against his mouth. "We can't..." "Why not?" He asked, his lips moved to my jaw, my throat. I tipped my head back without meaning to and his mouth followed. "Because... because Chloe is my best friend," I stammered. "You're her father and I live here, and-"