Page 32 of My Brother's Best Men
I wonder how far they go. Are his legs covered too? Is there an inch of him that doesn’t have a tattoo?
Well, I’m sure there’s about eight or nine inches, give or take, if the rumors are true.
I’m pulled from my thoughts by the harsh grip of his hand, his knuckles brushing against my shirt as he yanks the belt and itmoves, getting tighter. I suck in a breath at the sudden motion, the feel of his knuckles against me, and the tight compression.
“Better?” he asks, raising an eyebrow at me, his lips curving into a devilish smirk.
“Yeah,” I manage to creak out as the pilot begins the spiel about the emergency exits.
“Sit back, relax,” Benny says, moving his hand to my chest and gently pushing me back into the seat.
Elijah grumbles something I can’t understand under his breath as I fall back with ease and ease up just a fraction.
“Got a long flight,” I say, my gaze once more finding Benny’s.
He smiles as he leans back in his seat, extending his long legs out as far as he can in the limited space, causing them to brush against mine. He lifts the armrest, eliminating space between us.
“If you need to take a nap, feel free,” he says with a grin. “This way you’ll be more comfortable.”
“Unbelievable,” Elijah mutters as I give Benny a soft grin of my own.
“Thanks,” I say, and when I turn around, I realize Elijah has moved his armrest too. Now our entire row is open seating and I can spread out in either direction.
Part of me feels like they’re in some weird competition I don’t know about, but over what I have no clue. It can’t be me.
I mean, I may have kissed Elijah, so I can understandhisactions, but Benny? Benny’s just my brother’s best friend. And the man who is probably solely responsible for my sexual awakening, but I digress.
There’s never been anything between us that would lead me to think he’s into me even in the most remote way, so I know I have to be losing my marbles. But then I think back to the other night. When I ran into him shirtless, in the middle of the night, still drunk at my brother’s house. That morning—yesterday—when he was in the kitchen, that weird tension that emanated from his stare.
My heart skips a beat, and I blink, seemingly forgetting how to process literally anything with the way he’s looking at me right now. So I do the only thing I can think of at the moment as my heart races, as the plane starts to pick up speed.
I close my eyes and pretend that I’m in paradise, praying when I open my eyes, I will be.
“Hey,” a soft voice whispers in my ear. “Soph, wake up.”
I groan because the warmth surrounding me right now is too comfortable, and it smells too good. Familiar.
“No,” I murmur as I burrow into the warmth like a damn chipmunk. “Five more minutes.”
A deep, dark chuckle vibrates through me. “No can do, princess. It’s time to move.”
The gruff voice infiltrates my thoughts, and I blink, remembering all at once where I am. Upon opening my eyes, I nearly gasp.
For one, my head is buried in the crook of Elijah’s neck, and there’s a steady string of drool soaking the collar of his shirt.
Oh my God! Seriously?
I push off of Elijah, turning to see Benny grinning at me like he finds all of this hilarious. Like he’s amused by my mortification. I also don’t miss the furrow in Elijah’s eyebrows.
“I’m so sorry, I?—”
A thousand clicking seatbelts echo in the space as the pilot announces our arrival, and I barely have time to process his words. I slept through the whole flight. Drooling on Elijah’s shirt.
Good thing I kissed him last night, because there’s no way he’d kiss me now after that. Seriously, what the hell is wrong with me?
“Sorry,” I say again as I right myself, turning my phone back on.
My heart drops as I check my messages, expecting to see something—anything—from Keaton. An apology or explanation or maybe even a few missed calls, but…
