Page 37 of My Brother's Bad Best Friend

Jonas

Ican still feel her body under mine as she comes, her shoulders tensing, her mouth hanging open, her eyes squeezing shut. Her hand moves faster along her slick pussy and it takes every single ounce of willpower to stop myself from bending her over that couch and fucking her goddamn brains out.

I’m glad I didn’t. I doubt Ezra would’ve liked to walk in on that shit.

But it drives me insane. I have to rub one out that night, thinking about the way she writhes under me, and how fucking good it’ll feel to sink my cock deep in that tight, wet little pussy. I know she wants it, and wants it bad, but shit. I’m trying to be better, for myself and for her and for Ezra, but it’s impossible. I don’t know how I haven’t gotten down on my knees and licked her perky little ass top to bottom. Right now I think I’d lick her armpits if she asked me to, she’s just that fucking hot to me.

I get up early and shower fast. I slip out the door around four-thirty, just as her alarm’s going off. She groggily grabs it and I watch as the blankets slip off her body, revealing that same tight t-shirt and her perfect fucking breasts.

I leave the apartment, door shutting behind me. Head down and eyes straight ahead, I make my way to work, unlocking the shop around four forty-five. Lane rolls in a few minutes later, followed by Lizzie at five, right on time.

I do some paperwork in the office before helping Lizzie and Lane get the café up and running for open. The weed dispensary isn’t open until noon, so the café is always the main concern in the morning. Lizzie looks a little sluggish, and I’m not sure if it’s from getting up so early or what.

Lane is perky as always, though, sipping a coffee and whistling to herself. “You mind cutting that out?” I grunt at her.

She perks an eyebrow. “You in a bad mood today, boss?”

“I’m in a fine mood.” I bite back a more cutting retort. “And Lizzie, why do you look like you got hit by a car this morning?”

She winces and I instantly feel bad for calling her out. “I had to jog over here,” she says.

Lane and I both stop what we’re doing to stare at her. “You ran here?” Lane asks.

“Yeah,” she says, a little sheepishly.

Lane whirls to me. “Doesn’t she live with you? Couldn’t you drive her?”

“I… shit.”

“It’s okay,” Lizzie says quickly. “He didn’t know.”

“Oh, you selfish dick.” Lane glares at me, shaking her head. “You should’ve known she had no easy way of getting here.”

“I didn’t think about it.” I feel like a real piece of shit.

“Of course you didn’t.” Lane sighs and turns to Lizzie. “There’s a shower in the grow room’s bathroom. I’m sure Jonas will let you take a shower.” She turns to shoot me another glare.

“Of course,” I say. “And shit, I’ll make sure you get here every day, okay? You just gotta be ready on time.”

“It’s really not a big deal,” she mumbles, hesitating for a second. “But that shower would be nice.”

Lane gives me a look and I nod a little sheepishly. “C’mon, I’ll show you where it is.”

I don’t linger after taking Lizzie back to the grow room. I point out the bathroom in the back, and she goes right for it. “Stuff’s in there, if you want to use it,” I say as she heads over. “I think Ezra is the only one that ever uses it. Lane once or twice.”

“Thanks,” she says, and I hightail it out of there before I follow her right in and get the taste I’ve been dreaming of since last night.

I find Lane finishing up the first brew. “You really are a dick, you know that, Jonas?”

“I know,” I mutter at her. “Cut me some slack, okay? I’m not used to this.”

“Yeah, well, the girl has nobody else. Maybe try a little harder.”

I give her a look. “You’re coming down pretty hard on me, you know that?”

She sighs and nods a little. “I know. It’s just, she needs support right now, and you’re the last guy to give it to her.”

I glare at her, but I know she’s right. I just hate hearing it out loud.

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