Page 27 of Twins For My Bestie's Brother

I shrug. “What are friends for?” My words are limp. Because I don’t want to be a friend. I want to be so much more.

Lily bites down on her lower lip, silent for far too long for me to be comfortable. “We should probably practice some ‘and whatever’?”

I frown.

“Like, since we’re going to be going on dates and . . .whatever,” Lily goes on, batting her lashes.

I half-laugh, thinking she’s joking, but her expression remains still. I stop. “Are you serious right now?”

Lily’s tongue nestles into the corner of her mouth. “Uh, sorry. I had a lot to drink. I’m not as clearheaded as I’d be if I was sober.”

She starts to pull away.

No.

I grab her hand and pull her across the center console until her lips meet mine again. We kiss. I fist her hair with my hand, letting my tongue run along the seam of her mouth until she lets me in. Her deep inhale propels me further. I grab at her waist, squeezing in a wanton way.

Lily does not resist, her body bending toward mine as far as it will go with this stupid console in our way. She grabs at the collar of my shirt. What if we were alone? In a bedroom? Withoutanything to keep us apart? Would she tear it off? Would she strip me naked? Use me?

My cock swells in my pants, and I don’t even care that my desire is obvious anymore.

I pull Lily over the console, spinning her so she sits in my lap.

She squeaks in surprise, then laughs. “Jackson—”

I cut her off with my mouth, running my hand up her leg to her hip, capturing the fullness of her in my hand. My hips want to lift and rub and grind against her, but I stop myself from “and whatever-ing” too far. Don’t want to scare her off.

Lily slides her arms around my neck, humming into my mouth. The frenetic pace slows until we are both languorous, knowing that practice might turn into performance if we aren’t careful.

She has to be the one to break away first, her mouth an inch away from mine. Her breath flutters across my face. “That was good practice,” she says.

“Yeah, I think . . . ” I swallow, trying to catch my breath. “I think we’ll manage to be pretty convincing if we keep that up.”

Lily’s chest heaves against me. I will myself not to look down at the swell of her cleavage. “I should probably—”

“Yeah.”

“My parents are still awake, they’ll be wondering—”

“Of course.”

Neither of us moves to pull away.

Lily rests her forehead against mine. “Thanks again, Jackson.”

I say nothing. Anything I’d say right now would betray my attempt at keeping myself on an even keel. Lily probably thinks this moment was born out of what happened tonight. No. It came from years of wanting this. Years of waiting. Years of waiting for the moment to be right.

And yet, still.

Not right enough.

Lily grabs onto the handle of my door. “Guess, it might be easier for me to—”

“Oh, yeah, maybe.”

She pops it open and scoots back until she can free one leg from between me and the steering wheel. She spins on her ass, to put her feet on the ground. I press my lips together because my cock islovingthat, and I can’t do a fucking thing about it.

Lily presses down on my knee to push herself to standing. “Okay, well, thanks, that was fun. I guess text me or—”

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