Page 18 of Baby for My Best Friend's Brother

“Are you sure?” I ask.

“I’ve been sure since the second you winked at me across the lawn party like a cocky bastard.”

I laugh, caught off guard, and that’s all it takes to loosen whatever thread of restraint I had left. I reach behind me and tug the curtain closed.

Sophie drops to her knees.

Her smooth fingers wrap around me, stroking up and down. I let out a low growl as she pump her fist slowly up and down.

Eyeing me through her thick lashes, she leans forward and wraps her lips around the head of my cock.

Closing my eyes, I throw my head back as she takes me into her mouth.

I don’t know if I’m in Heaven or Hell now. But either way, there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.

The bar is too loud. Too crowded. Too not-Sophie.

Slate shoves a beer into my hand as we squeeze between a pool table and a guy yelling into his phone. “Not bad, huh?”

I grunt. “It’s fine.”

He raises an eyebrow. “That the attitude you’re bringing to my bachelor party?”

“Just didn’t expect so many bodies. Or a twenty-first birthday party. Jesus.” I nod toward the swarm of tiara-clad women taking over the corner booth.

“Welcome to bustling Alaskan nightlife,” he says. “Can you imagine if we’d gone to Vegas.”

No. I fucking can’t. I’d rather sit bare ass on a frozen lake then go to a bachelor party in Las Vegas.

Thank God Slate isn’t the type. He’s been good about keeping things low-key for my sister’s sake, but even this version of a toned-down bachelor party—craft beer, dartboards, and aplaylist from ten years ago—is overstimulating the hell out of me.

Mostly because I can’t stop thinking about Sophie.

The way she looked kneeling in front of me in the dressing moon. The heat in her eyes. That sweet, naughty little smile she wore when she wiped the corner of her mouth and said, “I think this makes us even, mountain man.”

I’ve never cum so hard.

And the memory of it has me harder than a mountain. Again.

I’m not exactly in the mood for small talk and cheap beer.

One of the groomsmen tosses an arm around Slate’s shoulder. “You ready to level up the party? A couple of the guys found a strip club thirty minutes from here. Real ‘authentic’ Alaskan experience.”

“Hard pass,” Slate says without hesitation. “Winter would kill me. Then, she’d bring me back to life just to kill me again.”

The guy laughs, already peeling away. “Suit yourself.”

I raise my brows at Slate. “Nice save.”

He shrugs. “I’m not trying to end up on a Reddit thread. You good if we duck out?”

“I was about to suggest it.”

We polish off our beers and slip out the back. The night air is cool and smells faintly of pine. My shoulders relax for the first time all evening.

“You heading home?” Slate asks, fiddling with his keys.

“Actually…” I hesitate. “I was thinking about stopping by the motel. Sophie was hosting the bachelorette party. Figured she could use a hand to clean up.”

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