Craving My Brother's Best Friend Novels & Stories

I shot him a look over my shoulder. He just waited, those green eyes impossible to read. I kept my voice low. "Why are you even doing this?" His mouth twisted into the kind of smile that sets off alarms. "Because watching my brother lose is honestly the best part of my week." I should've just said no. Should've grabbed my bag and left without looking back. But instead, what came out was - "Okay."

“That was a mistake.” Luke chuckled darkly, the sound curling around me like smoke. “Sweetheart, mistakes don’t feel that good.” Heat rushed to my cheeks, but I forced myself to look away, to pick at the bread on my plate even though I couldn’t taste a thing. I needed to stay away from him. I needed to remember who he was: Marcus’s younger brother, dangerous, reckless, the very definition of forbidden. And yet, every time he looked at me, my body betrayed me.

I was twenty-two years old, and I had been hopelessly, desperately in love with my older brother’s best friend since I was sixteen. He was my very first love, the benchmark against which I had measured every single boy who had ever tried to hold my hand or take me out on a date. Needless to say, they all fell short. At sixteen, it had started as a silly teenage crush. I used to bake extra batches of cookies just so I’d have an excuse to walk into the living room while he and Alex were playing video games. I used to steal his oversized flannel shirts when he left them on our couch, breathing in the scent until the fabric lost its magic.

I glance down, mumbling, “I’m just... I’m not ready to go back to the real world yet.” He nods slowly, respecting the hesitation. “Fair enough. But maybe you can explain it to me? Now that you’re sober and less inclined to toss your guts up everywhere.” He gives me a gentle smile, inviting me to share more. “You mentioned someone, a guy you like, and that he’s your brother’s best friend. I’m assuming that’s where it gets complicated?”

Cassandria POV. The sex god is Matteo DeAngelis. Bloody hell! “Andros, I need to erm, go.” I say as I look at my big brother and his smile disappears, and he moves to me. “What’s wrong?” he asks, and I turn and walk back to the VIP section, pushing past people to get to my clutch so I can go home. I have just been grinding on the damn mafia king who is my big brother’s best friend and boss. Could the ground open up and swallow me whole, please?

I could see the hurt written all over his face at the thought of Jasmine being in another relationship. You can already guess what was going on right? Yes, you are on point! Hayden, my elder brother, had actually been crushing on my best friend ever since he set his eyes on her the first time she visited our home when we were sixteen. I shouldn’t call something that had been going on for about nine years a “crush”, right? Yes, you are probably right. My brother has been in love with my best friend for a very long time, even when he knew that the feelings were one-sided.

I'm seeing him on Friday. I sigh, grab my laptop, open a new tab, and go to F******k. I type in Stanley's name. Ahhh, Stanley, the forbidden crush whom I need to stay away from but desperately want to be with—if only he weren't my best friend's older brother. I scroll through his profile page—pictures of him with friends at parties and bars, laughing and having a good time; pictures of him at the gym; lots of bicep selfies; videos of him giving kiss lips to the camera; articles he "likes" on music...and then I see it, a picture of Stanley as a kid holding a live squirrel.

I sit down, watching as he makes himself comfortable on top of a conveyor belt, and takes out his cell phone. After several silent minutes, he glances up at me. "I’m calling your Dad. I'll ask for my money, and you'll confirm I have you with me, and if you try anything, I'll not only kill you, but I'll knock off that goofy brother of yours. He should be here, not you, but that's not how it happened." Speaking of brothers. I wanted to choke Adam. He caused all of this. Doing drugs? Going into debt? All because of a jealousy issue. What are we three-years-old?

he said softly. I froze, taken aback. Miles Thompson never apologized to anyone. Especially not to me. I narrowed my eyes, looking at him with deep suspicion. “What do you actually want, Miles?” I asked again, folding my arms tightly across my chest. “I don't want anything, dor—Ava,” he said, correcting himself. He stepped closer, and that familiar, playful mask slid right back over his face. He smirked down at me. “I’m just trying to make peace with my little sister's hot best friend.”

He told Nathaniel he didn’t know how to tell her, not with college just around the corner. Nathaniel had listened, nodded, tried to give advice even though he himself didn’t know what love was supposed to feel like. They talked for a while, and then Ethan left. But Nathaniel wasn’t free yet. That same evening, he was supposed to meet Nigel—Ryan’s older brother—who worked at the Whitmore company. Nigel was a great friend, and had promised to show him a new game after work. Nathaniel had been late because of Ethan, but he still rushed over, hoping Nigel might still be around.