روايات وقصص ضمن Brother's Best Friend Romance

Eli blushes slightly at Nathan's question, turning to face him with a small grin Eli: chuckles Nope, nothing much. Just had a nice evening is all. dodges the question, not quite ready to spill the beans about his budding romance with his best friend's brother Eli takes a sip of his coffee, trying to act casual even as his mind races with thoughts of Damon and their late night conversation Nathan: raises an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at his lips as he leans against the counter, eyeing Eli with amusement Come on, Eli. You don't have to play coy with me. I can tell something's up.

Alexander Cromwell, Alexis’s elder brother, the boy i once had an intense crush on as a teenager and even now, still my first love. Our families had been friends since our grandfathers’ high school days, then our fathers’ and now ours. We used to be called the ‘Four A’s' when we were younger, since all our names started with an A, even though none of us were actually twins. Alexander was my brother’s best friend, they’d been close since they were babies, practically like brothers themselves. My friendship with Alexis came as naturally as breathing, we were probably destined to be friends even before we were born.

the brunette says, acid lacing her voice. “The only good thing about her is her hot brother. Adam. I don't understand how they're related to be honest. You know Adam slept with my sister last year, she said it was better than she imagined. Maybe, I'll try to make it to one of their parties, I hear they host a few a semester." "Ewe, isn't that gross? Sleeping with the same guy your sister slept with?"

He kissed me sloppy and sweet between thrusts, whispering against my lips. “You’re so beautiful. So tight. Been dreaming about this pussy for years.” I came again, clenching around him, crying out his name over and over. He followed right after, groaning deep and long, hips stuttering as he spilled inside the condom, body shaking against mine. We stayed locked together, panting, sweaty, drunk on alcohol and each other and the soft music still playing around us. He kissed my forehead. My nose. My mouth. Gentle now. Romantic.

Matthew was Scott's best friend. He had been Scott's best friend for years before I ever had a real conversation with him, and Scott was my brother, and this was Scott's wedding weekend, and there were going to be family members and old friends arriving at this resort today, people who had known all of us for years, and somewhere among all of that I was going to have to stand in the same room as Matthew and behave as though last night had not happened.

“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.”

You could ask me if I’m in love with my brother’s best friend and I would tell you with a straight face absolutely fucking not. Kane Wilder is my brother Landon’s best friend, a.k.a a pain in my fucking ass. I met him for the first time when I was six.

NICOLE The second I made eye contact with Roman Hayes, I should've grabbed my purse and my little pamphlets and gone home. But no. I chose to stay. In my defense, something in me has always liked to play with fire, and this situation is definitely the perfect example of that. Slowly, he makes his way toward me, a glass of whiskey in his hand. Roman Hayes, my brother Mason's ex-best friend. I haven't seen him in over seven years. Might not seem like much, but there was a time when I'd see his face every single day.

I greeted her, not letting my friend realize that I was somehow star-struck with his sister. The girl raised a brow and then turned her back on me. Feisty, I thought to myself. And I think I liked her even more after that. I grew closer and closer to her family. She grew more and more beautiful to me. But Tom was more than a friend to me. He became a brother. And I knew there was this Bro Code shit that said you weren’t supposed to screw your best friend’s sister. Well…not that I want to ‘screw’ Brianne. She was not the type of girl you just had fun with. She was special. Everything I wanted in a girl was rolled into her. And that was probably the only thing I didn’t like about my friendship

Her brain taunted. Well, that's the point. She is not secure enough to believe that they have a stable relationship, and taking into consideration Liam's reputation, could anyone blame her?? He is the certified playboy of their university. All she knows is that she likes him a tad bit too much. And she didn't want any silly bro code to ruin things for her. Why do these boys have to have bro codes to begin with?? Look at her!! How happy she is that her brother likes her best friend.