Craving My Brother's Best Friend 소설 & 이야기

I just did what my brother told me to do. I stayed away. And honestly‚ that should have been easy. Thorne was Ethan's friend‚ not mine. He was ten years older than me‚ just like my brother. I was just the little sister who used to peek at him from behind the staircase railing whenever he came over to our house. But here was the thing nobody knew. Not my brother‚ not my mom‚ not a single soul on this earth. I had the biggest crush on Thorne Damian Anderson.

Not the porch steps or the wet hair or the cut on a lip I looked at twice when I should have looked away. Just this table and this candle and Tyler asking me what I’m building like the answer actually matters to him. “Can I ask you something?” he says over the tiramisu we’re splitting. “Yeah.” “Cain.” He says it carefully, watching my face. “Is it just the stepbrother thing or is there something else.” The name lands the way it always does. That small current. That pressure behind the sternum that I have gotten very good at breathing through. “It’s complicated,” I say.

His fingers find mine, warm and familiar. “Listen, Sloane. You have to stay away from my brother. Most times we’re civil toward each other. Nice, even. But sometimes… the rivalry between us? It gets ugly. He could use you to get to me. I don’t want that to happen.” His voice drops. “Other than Delilah and my family, you’re all I have left. You mean the world to me. I don’t want to see you get hurt.” It should make me melt.

I needed to explain, to thank them, to tell them I was safe and that I loved them and that leaving them was the hardest thing I’d ever done. I grabbed my phone—the new one Aiden had given me since my old one was evidence in Theo’s murder case—and headed downstairs. I found my brothers in the war room, going over security arrangements for the festival. “I need Tom and Sarah here tomorrow,” I blurted out, before I could allow fear to stop me from speaking. My brothers looked up from whatever they were looking at, clearly startled. Aiden set down the map he’d been studying. “Tom and Sarah are your foster parents, yeah?”

Don't fucking say that unless you mean it. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "I mean it. I've thought about you. Dreamed about you. Tried to convince myself I wasn't attracted to men because the only man I wanted was you and you were impossible." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "I'm your best friend's brother." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "I know." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "You're eight years younger than me." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">

And I hated how much I craved it. I leaned against the counter and closed my eyes. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Dominic Blackwood was my brother’s best friend. He was my boss. He was a cold, ruthless CEO who made it a sport to push my buttons. And yet… somewhere between the insults and tension, something changed. Or maybe it had always been there, quietly waiting for the right moment to strike. I took another drink, this time straight from the bottle, not bothering with the glass anymore. You’re losing your mind, Amelia.

Deciding that I would like to suffer a little less, I close the freezer with the one bowl in hand, only to almost trip back at the sight that welcomes me as I turn around. My brother and a guy that I would recognize anywhere and anytime, Sinclair Leovough AKA my brother's best friend AKA my childhood stupid crush AKA the first guy I've ever felt strong feelings towards but sadly, takes me as a little sister AKA the biggest fuck boy I've ever met. Even worse than Vince, walking down the stairs. He has changed and I can't decide if it's in a bad way or a good way because damn! Boy grew hotter! He rolls his tongue around his lip ring as he smiles to something my brother is saying, his single le

Ashley pouts, her lips downturned but her eyes giving her away—disappointment and longing written all over her face. "Is the D really that good?" Chelsea asks, smirking over her coffee. "Better," Ashley says without hesitation, her tone so flat it's clear she's not exaggerating. I nearly choke on my donut. Fantastic. Now my appetite's gone. Nothing kills a sugar rush faster than hearing your best friend rate your brother's dick like it belongs on Yelp. Tuning them out before Ashley can scar me further, I slide my phone out of my pocket and open the group chat. My thumb hovers for a second, hesitation twisting in my gut like it always does when I feel like I'm bothering them while they're han

Trevor that was three years ago, what the fuck are you doing, think about his your mom wouid react if she finds out that you’re doing this. My brothers wouid kill you if you dare touched me and what the fuck for you put inside me ? Do you feel that gotten in you, the sudden cravings you have inbetween your legs and even though you hate me to death you still cannot fight the urge to fuck me fgagx exactly what I wanted. I’m going to sit here snd i wouid watch my friend have their way with you and do with you whatever they pleased and maybe then I can think of having you.

I noticed it all, but until she was ready to lean in and accept whatever it was she felt, I would stay right here and wait for her. Dropping on the bed, I massaged the bulge that I’d been spotting since she walked into that living room. Isabel was a drug, and you rarely realize how addicted you've gotten till she's ripped away from you. I knew that when I held her in my arms as she wept, then watched her walk down the aisle to marry my asshole of a brother. That was the realization that hit Scott hard that had him bringing up contracts, even though he had the woman he claimed to love right in his home.