Page 10 of Kissing My Brother's Best Friend

I smirk, but inside, I'm panicking. "Yeah. Liam and I grabbed lunch together. You know me, never able to pass up a free meal."

"You and Liam are awfully chummy lately," he grumbles, stretching his legs out. “I heard some weird rumors about party games last night.”

"You and Liam are best friends. Aren't you chummy?"

"Yeah, but it's not like that."

"Well, it's not like that either. We're friends, Brody. Calm down. If you don't want me to hang around with Liam, I won't."

"I never said that," he says defensively. "You can do whatever you want. Just … be careful, all right?"

I sigh. "Whatever. I've got online class in a few." I pack up my book and head inside without waiting for him to respond. I know he didn't mean anything by it, but I don't have the energy to keep explaining myself to him.

I'm a fucking adult!

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I'm halfwaythrough my English class, headphones on and laptop on the futon in front of me when Brody leaves for his own afternoon classes without even saying goodbye. It bums me out, but what can I do? The thought of getting deeper into my new 'friendship' with Liam makes me sweat. I'll just be more careful, and if I'm lucky, Brody will forget about his suspicions by the time I head back home, and this can all be just a fun, hot memory to look back on.

Hm. So why does the idea of it becoming a memory make me ridiculously sad?

It's not like Liam is going anywhere. He'll still be my brother's best friend, and he's only a few hours away from home. I can see him again whenever I want.

But … that's not what I want.

I've been attracted to him since forever, and now that I know what it's like to have him touch me, kiss me, fuck me … I'm not sure how I'm supposed to go back to life as normal. I can't get it out of my mind, and I don't want to.

The doorbell rings just as I wrap up the homework for my English class, and I stand up quickly to get it.

Liam stands on the other side, and I practically pull him inside. He closes the door behind us and pushes me up against it, kissing me hard. His mouth tastes like mint, and he smells clean, like he's just showered. We don't need to speak. He's here, and I want to take full advantage of that fact.

"Hi," he murmurs as he pulls away from the kiss. "I only have an hour until my next class, but I couldn't get you off my mind."

"Well, that's good," I laugh, running my hands up his chest. "Because I've been thinking about you too."

"Yeah?" He smirks down at me, eyes flashing with excitement. "What were you thinking?"

"Lots of things," I reply slyly. "Like what I want you to do to me."

He grabs my chin and kisses me again, then lifts me up by my ass and carries me to the bedroom. My heart thuds so hard I think it's going to burst out of my chest, but I can't stop myself. I don't want to.

The futon is uncomfortable on the best of days, but when it's Liam laying me down on it, the shitty thin mattress could be a bed of nails for all I care. As long as he's here, it's all perfect.

He hovers over me and kisses me again, and I wrap my arms around his neck to pull him down. He feels so good, and he's barely doing anything. His weight on top of me, his hips pressing against mine, his hand on my stomach and sliding up towards my breasts—it's all enough to make me lightheaded.

"Fuck," he breathes against my mouth. "I've wanted this for so long."

"Me too," I whisper back. "You have no idea."

"I want to spend hours with you like this, days, months, years." He presses his lips to the sensitive spot behind my ear, his hand pulling my hair out of its loose bun so he can bury his fingers in it.

I don't tell him we don't have time like that. He has to know it, and I don't want to ruin the moment, so I simply whisper, "Me, too."

He pulls my tank top over my head and tosses it aside, then unsnaps my bra and slips it off. My breasts are full and heavy, nipples aching for his touch, and he doesn't disappoint. He licks one and then the other, sucking each nipple into his mouth while his fingers work the opposite one. My back arches up off the futon, giving him better access to my tits. It's a glorious feeling, and I want him to keep going forever.

Instead, he sits up and pulls me to a sitting position with him. He peels my leggings off slowly, kissing every inch of skin he reveals with a reverence that tells me he isn't lying about how long he's wanted this. Damn. We've wasted so much time.

I grab the bottom of his shirt and tug it off. Now we're both shirtless, and I have to stop for a second and take him in. Liam is a work of art, from the top of his head all the way down to his toes, and everything in between is stunning. I reach out to touch his chest, running my fingers over the lines of his muscles, coming closer so I can kiss the freckles on his shoulders.

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