Novel & Cerita Craving My Brother's Best Friend

My relaxed, protective brother who was just joking about scaring off Henry Walker is gone. "Where did you get that?" I repeat. My hands are shaking so badly I need somewhere to tuck them into. Noah slowly lowers his phone. He looks at me, his eyes searching mine, trying to piece together a puzzle that he already knows the layout of. This is what I'm afraid of. My brother might be the funniest person in the room, the loudest of the group, but when it comes down to this? To his best friend and almost brother... I'm sure as hell he doesn't play about Enzo.

Anabel asked and the curiosity in her eyes says she's not going to back down unless I say something. At this point, I wanted to tell her everything. I wanted to scream out ‘He's your brother and I'm in love with him.’ But I couldn't, because if I told her, I'd lose her. And I couldn't lose my best friend and as selfish as it is I also don’t want to lose Ethan. He's kind, and charming, and he makes me feel alive. "He’s a young CEO who runs his own investment firm and he's kind and patient. But I'm still figuring things out with him," I eventually said with a forced smile.

How warm she is pressed up against me. I look down at her, attempting to tell her I’m fine. Her warmth pressing into me definitely isn’t helping my head, it is helping the wrong head. And it ain’t helping that her cleavage is directly in the line of vision when I lower my head, my gaze lingers on her breasts. I felt like such a sleaze for being unable to look away, but I can't seem to help myself. "Thanks," I say, clearly my throat feels parched. I finally find my footing, trying to not pay attention to how pathetic I know I sounded.

It was a chilly morning, after all, and I didn’t want her catching a cold. “You just looked too seductive. I’m sorry—I couldn’t help myself.” “Ahhh… after everything you did last night!” she yelled, squirming to escape. Her full, round ass pressed against my hardness, igniting a fire I was trying to control. She has the most perfect ass I’ve ever seen. “You can’t blame me. My body can’t seem to function without you,” I admitted, though I couldn’t believe how much I sounded like my older brother Alfonso. Quiet and moody as he is, he turns into a lovesick puppy around his wife.

So we hit the ground in an ungraceful heap. Why must I run into chaos all the time? “Oh my God…I’m so sorry…” I began, scrambling to push myself up. Then I looked up and froze. His blue eyes met mine. He looked so familiar, too familiar and that was when realization dawned on me. The man underneath me was Dylan Reed, the most popular musician in the country and my best friend's older brother. The boy I hadn’t seen in years. The man who now looked so much different from how I remembered him.

“Big difference.” I smirk because it’s easier than admitting she’s right. I’ve spent years perfecting the art of pretending Mia Reynolds is just Noah’s little sister. The kid who used to steal my fries and punch me in the arm when I called her squirt. Except she stopped being a kid somewhere between high school graduation and now, and every time she walks into a room I have to remind myself she’s off limits. Noah’s off limits. Best friend code. Blood oath shit. But tonight the code feels paper thin.

Kyle was the only person I didn't think of as a brother growing up. I used to have the biggest crush on my best friend’s brother growing up. I mean you can't blame me, he was the hottest guy in school. A perfect gentleman, meaning he wasn't a fuck around boy, plus he was next in line as the Beta. When he turned 16 and he treated me the same as he had always treated me, his younger sister’s best friend, I then realized I wasn't his mate. I let that crush go.. eventually. But he still looked hot though. Not as hot as my mate. But close.

That’s what Frankie was there for. My brother's best friend sucked the banana pieces off my cunt and then swallowed them while moaning and groaning, as if this act alone was about to break him. “So good,” he grunted, and then he dragged his tongue all over me, cleaning me up and literally eating me out. The longer he devoured my pussy, the closer I got to coming. He must have sensed I was about to get off, because to my disappointment, he backed away. I cried out like the needy whore I was for him.

I’m an apex predator, not a monster. For a full day, ever since he stepped onto my deck, all I’ve pictured is his mouth. How those lips would feel crushed against mine. He’s devastating. Standing there in those low-slung work pants and a shirt that clings to his chest, it took everything in me not to pin him against the marble and take what I wanted. But while I’m a high-penalty bastard on the ice, this is Val Cruz. Soft strength. Quiet fire. My best friend's brother. I won’t touch him unless he’s begging for it. I pull my hand back from his spine, shifting an inch away. “If you aren’t down for this—”

“You know, Jay, you're one of the few werewolves I've met who genuinely seems content without a mate. Most of us can't help but feel that void.” I shrugged. “Maybe I'm just wired differently, but I'm content with my life as it is. I don't need a mate to complete me.” I only need my brother. He was all I wanted. “You have a freaking brother complex, man! Most times, I have this suspicion that you love him, not like a brother, but —” “Are you free tonight?” I cut through his words before he could venture into a territory I wasn't comfortable letting anyone else into.