Page 19 of Baby for My Best Friend's Brother

He grins. “That’s one way to call it.”

I flip him off with a smirk and head for my truck.

The whole short drive to the motel, I think about Sophie’s sweet mouth. The taste of it. The feel of it wrapped around my cock.

By the time I pull up to the motel, I’m so hard, I wouldn’t be surprised if I passed out from lack of circulation to my brain.

The motel is quiet on the outside. But the closer I get to the door of Sophie’s room, the more I hear it. The sweet sound of Sophie’s giggle.

Grinning, I lift my hand and knock firmly on the door. There’s a little scuffle. A thud and a mumbled curse word before the door opens. Sophie, dressed in leggings and an oversized hoodie, gapes at me in surprise.

“You’re here.”

“I am.” I glance behind her. There are half-empty wine bottles, wrapping paper, and ribbons strewn around the room. “Are you alone?”

“I am.” Her cheeks are flushed. Her hair’s up in a messy bun and a sash that says “MAID OF HONOR” slipping from her shoulder.

My heart does something stupid at the sight.

“You look like you robbed a bachelorette supply store,” I say from the doorway.

She wiggles upright and teeters slightly before steadying herself against the door frame. “What are you doing here?”

“I was on my way home. Figured I’d stop by to see how your party went.”

“Oh… it was fun.” She looks around, blinking at the pile of glittery debris. She steps back and holds the door open wider, silently inviting me in. “The others left an hour ago. It’s kind of chaotic in here.”

“I see that.” I step over a bag of penis straws. “Need help cleaning?”

“Are you offering?”

“Yeah.”

“Then, yes please.”

She sways, and I instinctively reach out to grab hold of her. She’s flush against me, head resting briefly on my chest.

“You okay?” I murmur.

“Tipsy. Sleepy. Satisfied with a party well done.”

“You did good work.”

“I did,” she says, beaming. “And now I’m going to collapse. Come tuck me in?”

The question is innocent enough, but there’s a flicker of mischief in her eyes that has my pulse kicking up again.

“You sure?”

She nods. “I’m not asking for round two. I’m asking for cuddles.”

“Cuddles, huh?” I let my hand skim lower on her back. “Just that?”

“Just that… unless I fall asleep halfway through kissing you.”

I groan under my breath and follow her toward the bed

Sophie’s room smells like coconut lotion and lavender. There are clothes piled on a chair, a stack of tissue on the nightstand, and a throw blanket crumpled at the foot of the bed.

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