Page 27 of My Brother's Best Men
MATTHEW
I don’t bother chasingafter Benny or Eli—right now, I’d have to be a damn jackrabbit to keep up with them, and we’regoing to the same placeafter all. Gate D5.
I’m checking my watch as the line through TSA moves like damn molasses when I hear a familiar voice call my name. I turn, my eyes widening when I Sophie, five or six folks behind me in line. Without thinking, I wave her to come up to meet me, and she looks back and forth, chewing on her bottom lip.
“Get your ass up here, girl!” I say, probably louder than I should. I’m drawing attention to myself, but I don’t care right now. No use in her hanging all the way back there when we’re going to the same place, and maybe I’ll feel marginally less like an asshole if I have a companion to walk with to the gate.
Well, not just any companion…
Sophie.
Unlike Elijah—and possibly Benny, though I can’t prove anything and one outburst isn’t really enough to go on, but I have a hunch—I’ve never been quiet about my crush on Sophie.In fact, I don’t think I could have been more obvious all those years ago when she agreed to tutor me in math.
I triedeverything.And I do mean everything. But every move, every flirtatious compliment, she casually dodged, almost as if she was oblivious. And maybe she was, I don’t know.
All I know is when she left, it sucked because I’d not only lost my tutor—and perhaps the one person in the world who could evengetme to understand math, period—I’d also lost my friend.
And yeah, I do consider Sophie a friend. I’ve always considered her a friend, the same way I’ve considered Sam a friend.
Okay…maybe I don’t think of them in thesameway. That’d be weird, with them being twins and all. Plus, Sam’s a dude. Nothing against guys who like guys, but that’s not my vibe. I’m not looking to be the filling in a Martin sandwich, thank you very much.
Now being sandwiched between Sophie’s round, plump ass cheeks…
That’s a sandwich I could get behind.
My cock jumps at the thought just as someone yells, “Move it!” and I realize I’ve completely spaced out. I absentmindedly adjust my damn cock and sling my duffel forward as I move up the line.
“Come on, Soph!” I say again as the TSA agent asks for my ID, and when I hear the grumbling of the folks in line with me, I know it’s because she’s moving. TSA guy looks like he’d rather be getting a colonoscopy than be here, so I smile brightly as I say, “She’s with me.”
Sophie’s gaze catches mine as the agent purses his lips. “I don’t give a shit, just move in front of the camera please for your picture identification.”
I do as he says, smiling wide for the camera, even though I know I don’t have to.
Thankfully it goes off without a hitch and I move through, tossing my bag up on the conveyor belt just as Sophie comes up behind me, nearly knocking into me.
“Sorry,” she says with a yawn. “Guess I’m still half-asleep.”
I smile at her. “No worries, we’ll just have to grab you a coffee once we get to the gate.” I look behind her, noting there’s no Sam or Raegan.
“Where, uh…where’s your other half and his other half?” I ask as the agent waves me to go through the detector. I step through with ease, thanking my lucky stars that I’ve made it without a hitch. Not that I have anything on me to set it off, but…I’m just unlucky like that.
When I get to the other side, I grab my duffel as it comes out of the conveyer, Sophie catching up to me. “Guess Raegan got them TSA PreCheck, so they get to skip all this,” she says, waving around us.
“TSA what now?”
“PreCheck. I guess you pay a fee or whatever and they do a background check and basically you can just walk on through.”
“And miss all this fun?” I motion to the guy a few folks behind us who looks like he’s having a meltdown when the agent pulls a giant double-ended dildo out of his carry-on.
I can’t help the chuckle that escapes my lips when I see Sophie’s eyes widen.
“Is that…”
“Double the pleasure, double the fun,” I say as I reach for her carry-on. She nearly jumps, turning to look at me, then down at my hand on the handle of her bag.
“What are you doing?”
“Being a gentleman,” I say with a smirk.
