Brothers Best Friend Romance Books Novels & Stories

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

Broken my heart. I frowned. Broken my heart? He hadn't broken my heart! He was my best friend, not my boyfriend. That deal had never been on the table and I'd never even considered that it could be. Our relationship just wasn't like that. There'd been more girls than I cared to remember, flitting in and out of Drew's life, and I'd been perfectly content to watch them come and go. Besides, what we'd done last night, we'd done as friends, not lovers. Well okay, yes, of course we'd had to become lovers, but not in that way...

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.

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.

She finished drying her hair and came to join me on the bed, rubbing my back and trying to console me. “Dylan is not so bad though, although he may be tough to deal with. This doesn’t necessarily have to be difficult or a big deal but you need to promise me something.” She said and I gave her a puzzled look. “What is that?” “You need to promise me you won’t fall in love with my brother while working with him. I know he’s handsome, sexy, and most girls’ dream.” “But you’re not most girls, you’re my best friend so you need to make me this promise. She said and I laughed.

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?

“I cleared out the junk. Mostly.” They dropped the bags in a sunny room with a double bed and a desk facing the lake. Mia sat on the edge of the bed and let out a long breath. Lisa leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. “So. Your dad gave me the short version. You fell for your brother’s best friend, world exploded, now everybody’s mad. That about right?” Mia snorted. “Pretty much.” “Classic.” Lisa grinned. “I once dated my best friend’s cousin during a family reunion. Lasted four days and caused fifteen years of awkward Thanksgivings. You win though. At least yours made it past four days.”

Not with her—not with the girl who tried to destroy everything I worked for. At first, she's stiff, uncertain—but then she melts into me. Just a little. Just enough to make me hate myself for wanting it. Her hand tangles in my hair and pulls, and the sound that tears out of my throat is closer to a groan than a sigh. My cock twitches against my jeans like it's been waiting for her forever. Christ, Quinn Holloway. My best friend's goddamn sister. The self-righteous princess who's been living in my head for two years, who I can't stop thinking about even when I want to strangle her with my bare hands.

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.