Page 92 of Borrowing My Bestie's Brothers

He glanced at the screen, then tilted it away from me when I took a look.

“What?” I asked, having been here before. Never being allowed to touch my exes’ phones. Messages being typed out to some other girl the entire time we were together. Then finally phone calls he had to step outside to take, his voice so much softer when he talked to her… I grabbed his hand and forced him to show me the screen, only to see another woman’s name there.

Majorie.

“Mum?” I asked, my blood instantly cooling.

“She’s been ringing a bit,” he admitted ruefully.

“Block her.” My advice was delivered in a sharp tone. “Feel free. She’s not your mother, so you don’t have to put up with her shit.”

“And then she’ll just call you.”

I went perfectly still, the ring of the phone competing with the whine in my head, because this was the moment I realised what he was doing. What Hayden was doing and what Hunter would, if he got his chance. What Millie was doing by instructing her brothers to date me in the first place.

He was protecting me.

Part of me flinched away from that, my mind jumping and bucking like a horse being broken to saddle. It wanted to protest that I didn’t need him to do this. That I could cope just fine without anyone’s help, but… I’d dragged Millie into all of this, and where she came, so did the rest of the McDonalds, because they were a real family. That had me swallowing hard. A lump filled my throat, my eyes burning, right as the phone stopped ringing.

“Crisis averted,” I croaked out, forcing myself to smile, but of course it was never going to be that easy. Mum never gave in, and so the phone started up again. My cheeks burned bright red as second-hand shame rushed through me, even as I reassured myself that I was not responsible for my mother’s behaviour.

“I better get this,” he said, almost apologetically.

I simply nodded, doing up my overalls clasp as he tapped on the screen.

“Majorie. Good to hear from you. No, I was just talking to one of my staff… Nothing serious, no. Jamie? She’s working on a tricky job.” I jumped when his hand landed on my thigh, rubbing it reassuringly. “Tuesday?” He looked up at me, an eyebrow cocking in question. “You need her for an hour or two?” I shook my head, waving my hands in the air to make clear what I thought about this idea. “Look, I’m sorry, but we’re completely flat out right now.”

For someone so preoccupied with being polite and well mannered, my mother always seemed to get away with being a pushy bitch. I watched him sink back into his chair, and it was somehow reassuring to see someone else collapsing under the weight of Mum’s demands. I could hear her voice down the line, her words growing faster and faster as she tried to bury him with bullshit. Put the pressure on and don’t let up for a second, that was her play book.

Well, two could play that game.

I thought of my own fantasies, the ones that’d played out in this office, and that’s when I moved. His chair was pushed back as my boot slotted between his thighs, his whole body stiffening in anticipation of me crushing his balls with my steel caps or something.

Instead, I had something so much nicer planned.

Brock’s look of confusion as I dropped to my knees was perfect. I shimmied under his desk, then dragged his wheeled chair closer.

“Right… right…” he said.

My fingers slid across his jeans, feeling the soft, well-worn denim covering something so much harder. I started to ease his zip down and he was forced to shift in the chair, the bearings creaking as he did so. His jeans parted only for me to find this underneath.

He’d gone commando so his thick, hard cock popped free, already leaking pre-cum from the head.

“Uh huh…”

His response came out as a sigh as I shifted forward, licking a stripe up his length. When I pulled away, catching the tiny string of saliva stretching between us, his hand went to my head. Just as I’d dreamed, he guided me back where I was. The phone was tucked between his ear and his shoulder as the other hand ringed the root of his cock, right before he fed it past my lips.

“I understand that.” His voice was a low growl, his eyes boring into mine as I slowly parted my lips and licked them to get them slick before lowering my head. “I get it. I totally get it. Yess…” That came out as a low hiss as I swallowed him as deeply as I could. “Sorry? Oh yeah, someone just walked in the door. There’s a client I need to see. Look, Majorie.”

I froze, staring into his eyes, mentally communicating what I needed him to say, right as I pressed my tongue hard against the underside of his cock.

“Jamie has a full-time job to do, she’s sought after as a mechanic, and that means she has next to no spare time during work hours. Yes, I understand that. Yes, I can see how that would be important to your family. Look, I get it. Family’s important to me too…” My mouth worked, bobbing harder, faster down his length. “But your daughter is a grown woman, and if she’s telling me that she can’t spare an hour to attend a dress fitting, then I need to believe her.”

At the sound of his frustrated hiss, I paused, just sucking on the head. Salty pre-cum flooded my mouth as Brock shook his head.

“No, I can’t tell her what to do. No, I’m not going to make her do this, and while I’d like us to have a positive relationship, if you’re looking for an ally who’ll help you coerce your daughter, I’m not your guy.” My cheeks hollowed as I sucked harder, his hips arching up from the chair. “Because I respect her.” His eyes locked with mine, a small frown forming as I began to move again. “Because I…” My tongue moved of its own accord, tracing the shape of the head, delving into the channel that ran across the crown. “Anyone that cares about Jamie needs to listen when she’s telling them she can’t do something.”

He ended the call then tossed the phone down on his desk before staring at me. “Jesus fucking Christ, Jamie, are you trying to suck my soul out through my dick, because…”

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