Page 25 of My Brother's Best Men
Benny lets out a growl that echoes in the space between us. It’s not anger as much as it is possessive, which doesn’t make sense. Benny doesn’t have any claim on Sophie. Though I guess, as the “big brother” type of the bunch, he might feelsomeinclination to protect “Princess Sophie” as he calls her, but we’re hardly children.
Still, I don’t miss the viciousness in his voice. I can understand it to a point, but I’m not about to let Benny paint me as some asshole. Not when it comes to Sophie, of all people.
Just as I open my mouth to defend myself—not that Ineedto defend myself to Benny, hell I can barely defend myself to myself—he holds up his giant hand and stops me. “No, don’t. I don’t need details.” I don’t miss the sharpness of his voice.
“It was…an accident,” I say, but even I don’t believe myself.
“What, did you accidentally trip and fall onto her mouth?” Matt drawls sarcastically as Benny rounds on him.
“Shut the fuck up, Matt,” Benny gripes. “Or I’ll shut you up and you won’t be laughing.” He whips the SUV into a parking space with more gusto than a damn hurricane, the movement jolting me and Matthew into the damn windows. He throws the car into park and wastes no time getting out. His entire demeanor is tense, like he’s ready for a fight. Maybe I’m not the only one who’s nervous about flying this morning…
The tension and testosterone in the air is thick like fog. And because Matt is an idiot and never knows when to shut up, of course he responds to the pot that’s boiling over. “I’m just saying, it didn’t look like a damn accident to me…”
Benny advances toward Matt and instinctively I step in front of him. This banter between them is a common, almost dailyoccurrence. No one gets under Benny’s skin quite like Matt, and I guess I can commiserate with that. Honestly, I’m not surewhyhe even lets Matt stay with him if he annoys him so much, but then I remember that as vicious and aggravating as Benny can be, beneath that tattooed chest of his is actually a heart.
One that is loyal to a fault.
“Don’t take out your anger on Matt, he didn’t do anything,” I say, even though we both know he’s stirring the shit pot and about to lick the damn spoon. “Come on, let’s get our shit.”
Benny glares at Matt, then at me. “Fuck you. Both of you, assholes.”
Benny lunges toward me, and stupidly I flinch.
“It was anaccident,” I repeat again, this time in a calmer tone, which isn’t hard considering I am tired as hell. I’ll sleep on the plane.
“Accident my ass,” Benny snarls.
It’s not a lie. Not technically. I mean, itwasan accident. I’d thought about kissing Sophie, sure. But acting on those feelings? That, I blame on the fact that she’d just confided in me that not only was she single, but that herfiancéhad cheated on her.
Seriously, how does a man cheat on a woman like Sophie? She’s fucking gorgeous, successful, and any man in their right mind would be more than lucky to have a woman like her.
Which means this asshole, thisKeaton, must be damn near certifiable.
Because I know if Sophie wasmygirl, I would be on my knees for her every night in more ways than one. Which is exactly whatI’ve been thinking about since last night. Her soft, sweet lips, the heavenly moan that was so faint, yet so evident as she parted her lips for me.
For the briefest moment, I wanted to believe it wasmeshe wanted. That she was kissingmebecauseIwas what she really wanted, not some two-timing asshole who doesn’t know her inside and out.
And then she just…stopped.
Ran off with damn Matthew for cheesecake, leaving me and my erection to our own devices. I should be ashamed that justkissingSophie got me so worked up, but the truth is, I’ve jacked off to thoughts of kissing Sophie for years, and now that I’ve finally tasted her…
Yeah, mistake or not, I’m never going to be able to erase that from my mind. Which is precisely why I ran to the bathroom and blasted myself with ice-cold water to try and kill said erection as soon as I got home, but it was no use. As I lay in bed, underneath my covers, my mind wandered to Sophie and thatkiss, and that sweet, heavenly moan as she parted her lips, and…
Resistance was futile. It was a means to an end, right? At least that’s what I told myself as I wrapped my hand around my cock and closed my eyes, imagining my tongue sliding against hers, imagining thrusting my hard cock against her so she couldfeelhow hard she makes me.
How hard she’salwaysmade me, if I’m being honest.
Sex for me has always been a bit of an issue. Nothaving it, per se. I mean, I’m not a virgin or anything like Matt, but I’m also not a carnival attraction like Benny.
But sex for me has never been as easy as it should be, because I have to work hard to focus on my partners. I normally prefer to be the giver, because at least then I can close my eyes and pretend whatever pussy I’m licking or fucking is hers. Which is fucked up, and I know that. It’s not fair to anyone, which is why I’ve given up on dating because IknowI’m never going to be satisfied with any woman who isn’t Sophie Martin.
And kissing her has only poisoned my brain and my heart further.
I push aside the thoughts of last night’s guilty, forbidden fantasy. I don’t need to think about kissing Sophie’sotherlips and making her moan that sweet sound right now, because I certainly don’t want to be hard in public, or in front of Benny.
I know heknowshow I feel about Sophie. Matt does too. No one’s ever really said anything, and for that I’m thankful, all things considered. We all know how Matt feels too, but Benny’s always been Switzerland when it comes to theprincess.
So his emotional, angry reaction to my kissing Sophie feels out of place, but then again it’s four am and we’re about to leave for another country, so maybe his anger and frustration has less to do with me and Sophie and more to do with being up at the ass crack of dawn.
