Page 11 of My Brother's Best Friend

Tears welled up in my eyes, but I blinked them away and started the car. I didn’t care about what Alec was doing right now. I drove down the street toward the slums. I didn’t care at all. I stopped at the Stop sign at the end of my road and glanced into my rearview mirror. Not at all.

CHAPTER6

ALEC

Someone slapped me hard on the cheek. “Dude!”

I lifted my head off my shoulder, my head pounding, and opened my eyes. Oliver and some of my teammates stood around me, all laughing and some holding their phones in my direction, their flashlights shining brightly in my face.

“What’s going on?” I asked sleepily, glancing around at them. “What happened?”

And why the fuck were they recording? I got that we joked around and shit on the team, but I had been sleeping. What the hell was so funny that they had to record me while I was half-drunk, half-hungover, and sleepy as fuck?

“Who’d you fuck out here?” Frazer asked.

“I didn’t sleep with anyone,” I mumbled, not daring to even look at Oliver.

I had been good at keeping my little crush on his sister a secret. It would never go anywhere—especially after tonight—but I still didn’t want him knowing about it. He had become way too protective of her after her piece-of-shit ex-boyfriend, and I didn’t blame him.

“Must’ve been good if you couldn’t even stuff it back in your pants,” Caleb said.

Eyes widening, I peered down at my jeans and saw my soft cock covered in dried pussy juices and blood hanging between my open zipper. While we had all seen each other naked in the showers, I quickly scrambled to stuff myself back into my underwear and jeans.

The fuck happened?

The last thing I remembered was—my chest tightened—a girl climbing into my lap.

I stood up and shook my head. “I-I didn’t?—”

“Dude, come on.” Caleb laughed. “You’re probably too drunk off your ass to remember.”

“Y-yeah,” I whispered, dropping my gaze to the ground and shaking my head. “You’re probably right.”

But he wasn’t. He fucking wasn’t.

“I-I’m going to head back inside and get something to drink.”

I grabbed on to the house so I wouldn’t stumble and headed to the back door.

“Hey,” a drunk Oliver called from behind me, pointing his finger. “No more beers, or you’ll end up sleeping with the entire town.”

The guys erupted into a fit of laughter behind him.

“Leave some girls for us.”

“As long as you assholes don’t share pictures of my soft dick online,” I called, forcing myself to smirk and play along.

They wouldn’t share shit. They would probably use it to attempt to blackmail me, but I didn’t care about that right now.

My head was spinning, my throat closing. I stumbled into the house.

Instead of heading toward the kitchen, I sprinted up the stairs and slipped into the bathroom. As soon as the door closed, I clasped the porcelain bowl and leaned over the sink, breathing heavily. My heart pounded fast. I turned on the cold water and splashed my face.

“I wanted it,” I affirmed. “I wanted it. I wanted it. I wanted it.”

The cold water did nothing for me. I ran to the toilet and puked inside the bowl, my throat burning from the bile.

I wanted it. I wanted it. I wanted it.

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