Page 45 of My Brother's Best Men
She giggles. “Are you going to defend my honor, Benjamin?”
Her use of my full name takes me by surprise, or rather the way she says it. Coyly. Tauntingly.
“That depends,” I say as I approach her, sliding one hand around her waist. She doesn’t push me away, just sways in my hold to the crooning singer going on about nothing scaring them anymore.
“Do you want me to defend your honor, Sophia?” I retort, using her full name.
She hums contentedly as she leans into my space, settling her hands on my chest. Her long, lithe fingers slip beneath the opening of my silk button-down, sliding through the sweat, her touch warm on my skin.
I have enough brain cells working that I realize she’s touching me. In a way she’s never touched me before.
It doesn’t feel friendly, or even sisterly. It feels intimate, and that makes my damn cock twitch with excitement.
“Kinda hard when I have no honor lefttodefend, ” she says, her hands slowly tracing down my chest, over my sweat-slick shirt that’s clinging to my skin. My own hands move of their own volition, right over the small of her back, resting just above her ass.
We sway like that, moving to the sultry sounds of the band for I don’t know how long. Our bodies move in perfect synchronicity and she wraps her arms around my neck. I lean in closer, close enough I can smell her sweet vanilla scent, close enough that if I wanted to, I could kiss her.
“’Snice…” she says hazily.
“Hmmm?”
“It’s nice when you’re not all grumpy and bossy,” she says with a soft chuckle, and I can’t help but grin.
“Oh really?”
She nods. “So nice…”
“You’re not so bad yourself,” I whisper in her ear. I lick my lips, fighting the urge to lick her. She smells so sweet. I wonder if she would taste as good as she smells. “When you’re not pissing me off by touching other men.”
I tighten my grip on her hips and she squeals. The beginning notes of a song I don’t know play in the air, the singermentioning something about going ham in a sports car. Whatever that means.
“I’m not?—”
“You had your hands all over Matthew today,” I growl. “And I know you kissed Eli.”
She stiffens in my hold.
“And I also know the truth about your little boyfriend,” I say. “Or should I say…ex-boyfriend?”
“Who told you?” she asks huskily.
“Matthew.” I tell her the truth because there’s no point in lying. Not to her, not now, and especially not when I’ve had so much to drink. Pretty sure she could ask me for the nuclear codes at this point and I’d hand them over.
Which is why I know we should probably call it a night. Be responsible human beings and turn in.
Her eyes start to water and I shake my head.
“Tell me what you want,” I say. “You want me to send the man a bag of dicks? Tattoo the wordidioton his forehead?”
She lets out a soft sound, almost like a faint laugh. “You’d do that? For me?” Her arms tighten around my neck and I can feel her fingers toying with the edges of my hair.
“I’d do anything for you, princess,” I vow, my voice stern and full of promises I know I can’t keep. But right now, at this moment, we both pretend I can. “Defend your nonexistent honor.” I smirk.
Her hazy gaze meets mine and I see the truth in the words.
Sophie is far from innocent, and we’re certainly not kids anymore.
We’re adults. Two single adults on vacation who have had too much to drink.
