Page 12 of Kissing My Brother's Best Friend

"Fuck," he growls. "You're going to fucking kill me, you know that?"

I smirk. "At least you'll die happy."

Liam laughs and pulls me back down to him, kissing me, his hips moving faster. We're both right on the edge, and when we fall over it, we do it together. He comes inside of me, his fingers digging into my skin so hard I know I'll be able to see the evidence of his pleasure long after we're done. It's hard for me to keep any sort of rhythm when I come, but Liam fucks me through it. I feel the orgasm shivering through me, my stomach muscles spasming as my pussy milks Liam's cock, both of us panting and breathing each other’s names.

I collapse against his chest when we're done, spent, and he wraps his arms around me. I can hear his heart hammering in his chest, and I'm sure mine is just as loud. I press my lips against his collarbone, and he strokes my hair. It's … different. Unexpected. Perfect.

We lie like that for a few minutes, neither of us speaking. Finally, Liam breaks the silence. "I should?—”

We hear the front door open at the same time, and we both freeze. Footsteps in the living room, then Brody's voice. "Anna? You home?"

Shit. Shit, shit, shit.

I look at Liam, and my panic is reflected right back at me in his face. "What do we do?" I whisper.

Liam sits up. "I'll just go out there. Tell him I stopped by to ask him a question or something."

"No!" I grab his arm. "He can't find you in here with me. He'll kill both of us."

Brody's footsteps are coming closer. "Anna?" he says again.

"What should I do, then? I'm not exactly dressed to leave." Liam motions to his lack of clothing.

"Get dressed!" I hiss, throwing his clothes at him. He scrambles to put them on, and I do the same.

We don't make it. Just as Liam pulls his pants on and I finish putting on my clothes, Brody opens the door. His eyes sweep over the room, taking in our half-dressed state, and I know I've been caught.

"What the fuck?" Brody says.

"Brody, I can explain," I say quickly.

Liam steps forward, putting his hand on my shoulder. "Hey, man. Calm down."

Brody looks from Liam to me, then back to Liam. "You're fucking my sister?" he demands.

"Brody, I'm an adult." I cross my arms. “So what if he is?”

"You're my fucking kid sister!" Brody shouts.

"It's not that big of a deal."

"Yes, it is!" He runs his fingers through his hair, turning away from us.

"Are you mad because it's me or because she was sleeping with someone at all?" Liam asks.

"Both," Brody yells, throwing up his hands. "Plus, it's my fucking apartment!"

"Brody, please calm down," I plead. "I know it's weird, but?—"

"It's not fucking weird," Liam says. "We're two adults who are attracted to each other. I care about her."

"No," Brody says firmly. "No fucking way. It ends now."

I frown. "What does that mean?"

"It means you two are done."

"That's not your decision to make," Liam says.

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