Page 105 of My Brother's Best Men
Sophie said she and her brother and Raegan talked a lot while she was going through those first five months. Before she came home. So I know they know about the collective us, and honestly, they’re the only ones Ineedto know the details. Sam’s been my best friend since middle school, and his support not only of his sister, but of our relationship—Sophie’s and mine—means more to me than I think he’ll ever know.
And Raegan hasn’t said anything, though I know she’s got to be curious from the looks I catch sometimes when we all go over there for our weekly hangout. Especially when more than one of us kiss her. I know she won’t ask, even though I’m sure she’s dying to know the details.
I still feel like I should have done something, said something, during those five months she was gone. Well, more than just drunk dialing her and leaving cringeworthy voicemails. But Sophie tells me it’s okay. We were all processing things on our own, and all that matters is that we’re here now, together. The four of us.
So that’s what I focus on; that’s what I believe in.
“You were supposed to be quiet,” I say.
“You aren’t the boss of me,” she says brattily, and I chuckle darkly.
“Wanna bet, kitten?” I thrust into her once more as I rub her clit again and she drops her head, panting. I know she’s close.
“Now you’re going to really scream,” I tell her as I slam into her with rapid succession. “You’re going to scream so loud, Eli will hear you.” I know it’s not possible because Eli’s twenty minutes away at home preparing for the big surprise tonight, but I digress.
It’s the principle of the matter.
And because she’s so perfect, I feel her pulse around my cock as she comes undone. Loudly. With my name on her lips.
“Benny!”
I still as I fill her, my entire body unraveling as her pussy milks my cock.
Fuck, this feels so good, and I tell her that as I pull her hair back and whisper in her ear how perfect she is.
I collapse against her, pulling her closer as the relief, the overwhelming feeling of love hits me like a shot to the chest. I kiss her neck, her ear. Turn her to find her mouth as I continue to pump lazily through my release. My hands hold her close, resting on her belly as the fire between us cools, turning into a slow, sweet heat.
I don’t think that will ever change.
“I love you so much, princess,” I whisper, the words coming so easily now. She’s the only woman I’ve ever said those words to, and tonight I’ll promise that she’ll be the last.
After Sophie came home, after she walked through that door on Thanksgiving and I saw her, I just knew.
All the pain and heartache I’d felt subsided because she came back. Just like Matty said she would. I wanted to be mad because she kept this from me—her pregnancy—but I couldn’t find it in my heart to be angry when I knew these babies might be mine.
I’ve never wanted kids. Never really thought about getting married either.
But one look at Sophie and her round belly and I knew there was no mountain I wouldn’t move for her or my kid. Whether they’re biologically my kids or not, they’ll always be my kids. Because she’s mine, and now they will be too.
And that’s all that matters.
And it’s all that’s ever going to matter from here on out. I’ll make sure of that.
When we get home, the house smells amazing, and my mouth starts to water.
Matthew greets her, and he’s practically jumping out of his skin. He grabs her by the hand and leads her to the dining room, where I note the table is set and looks like something straight out of a magazine. Eli’s been working his ass off, apparently, since he took the day off to prepare for this.
“Oh my God,” she gasps. “What is?—”
“Hope you’re hungry,” Matthew says with a grin. “Eli made pasta.”
I catch Elijah in the kitchen, tossing something in one of the pans, and the flash of flame makes me panic as he says, “Have a seat, I’ll be out in a second!”
I don’t have to be told twice. I pull out the chair for Sophie and Matt helps her sit, arranging a pillow behind her back and then kissing her softly. I watch as she melts under his touch, under his kiss.
I know this secret—our proposal—has been a hard secret for him to keep, and honestly, I’m surprised he hasn’t spilled the beans yet.
But after tonight, we’ll all be able to breathe easier.
