Page 50 of My Brother's Best Friends

I laugh, helping her to her feet. “Of course I can help you pick something to wear.”

Together, we go back to her room where I sort through the various outfits she brought. I pull out a tight red dress that looks incredibly sexy, but she shakes her head.

“I don’t want to wear that.”

“Alright,” I say. “Pants and a sweatshirt?”

“No,” she says. “Oh, I have a sweater dress that would be so comfortable right now.”

“You got it,” I say, rifling through her things until I find the extra-long sweater buried at the bottom of her bag. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Of course,” she says.

“What do you think Bryan will think of all this?” I wonder.

“I don’t know,” she says bluntly.

Before I can follow up, she turns and walks into the bathroom.

I set the sweater dress on the counter by the sink and turn on the water for her. Secretly, I expect an invitation to join her under the hot water stream. Makayla keeps surprising me; her sexual stamina is one of my favorite revelations so far.

“Because he’s our best friend,” I reply. “And he’s your brother. And he asked you here so you’d be by his side when he proposes to Callie. So this is maybe a little bit selfish of all of us.”

Makayla sighs. “I can see you’ve given this some thought.”

“It has crossed my mind,” I admit.

She peels the towel off, her skin glowing beautifully under the soft white light. My senses are heightened, ready for an invitation to resume our lovemaking. But she simply steps into the shower and draws the curtain, leaving me out in the cold.

If I were thinking clearly, we’d be getting ready for Bryan’s dinner invitation. And then I’d never hear the end of it from Alex and Kellan, who wouldn’t want to miss out on any hot shower frolicking with Makayla. I look away, trying not to envision the water pouring over her full, luscious breasts.

“After I graduated from high school, Bryan hit the brakes on his guardianship, so to speak. He stopped hovering over my romantic life,” Makayla says.

“But this is different, don’t you think?”

“I don’t know,” she says. “I guess I feel like I want to be more invested in this relationship before announcing it to the world.”

“Right,” I agree. “But eventually we’ll have to tell him. And he’ll either support us or he won’t.”

“I’m not saying we shouldn’t tell him at all. I’m saying… maybe let’s see where this goes and figure it out then.”

“Ultimately, the decision’s up to you. My brothers and I will follow your lead, Kay,” I concede, though doubt lingers. I’d be more comfortable if we told him sooner rather than later, but Makayla does hold the final say on the matter.

I hate lying to him—or keeping anything from him. My brothers and I already have a skeleton in our closet in this department. I’d hate for these things to pile up.

“Let’s not tell him,” Makayla says. “At least not right away. It’ll come out eventually, but let’s give ourselves some time. We shouldn’t tell him before we even know how we feel about each other—that would add complications we may not need.”

“That’s fine,” I say.

I’m not accustomed to simply putting things off. At work, I’m always the one married to my schedule. I don’t make a move unless it’s planned out months ahead of time. There’s nothing I hate more than getting yanked into an unexpected meeting. But my personal life doesn’t have to operate that way.

“I’ll go get changed in the meantime.”

“Okay,” she says. “Just so you know, I considered inviting you into the shower, but I already know I can’t get enough of you. We’ll go way over the allocated time limit here, and that’ll just lead to more trouble.”

“I’m glad you have my best interests at heart,” I say with a laugh.

“Mine, too,” she says. “Besides, when we finally shower together, Oscar, I want us to take our sweet time—from head to toe.”

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