Page 22 of My Brother's Best Friend

I moved back another few inches, watching as she furrowed her brow, as if she hadn’t really wanted me to move back at all and she just wanted to be bratty for me this morning. But she didn’t say anything, so I stayed put.

“I need to get to class,” she finally said.

But I didn’t want her to go. Not now. Not when I could finally talk to her. Though … I didn’t know how to start.Will she think less of me? Will she laugh in my face too?

“Are you jealous?” I asked instead of telling her what I really wanted to.

“Jealous?!” she asked, eyes blazing. “Of who? Sandra? Tiffany? No.”

My lips curled into a smirk, and I hummed.

“What?! I’m not!” she cried. “Why would I be jealous? Because you flirt with them?”

“So, you’d be okay if I got back together with Sandra?”

Maddie wet her lips. “Stop it,” she said, voice hoarse.

“She’s been all over me lately.”

“Alec …”

“She even made a pass at me Fri?—”

“Fine!” she shouted, throwing her hands into the air. “I’m jealous, but that doesn’t mean that I like you.” She was seething and pushed me back a few feet. “Is that what you wanted to hear, Alec? Huh?” She shoved me again. “Now, get away from me before I punch you in your nose this time.”

I smirked at her, my stomach light.Maddie’s jealous.

She rolled her eyes. “Enjoy your little ego boost while it lasts because nothing is going to happen between us.”

“Oh?” I asked, stepping closer to her again yet still keeping my distance. Because if she didn’t want it, then I wasn’t going to push her. But, man, I wanted to touch her again. I posted one arm on the wooden door behind her and trailed my nose up the column of her neck without touching her. “Is that right?”

“Yes,” she breathed, voice barely above a whisper. “That’s right.”

I hadn’t touched her yet, but she was squirming around, grinding her thighs together, and staring at my lips. She opened her mouth, then closed it, brow furrowing.

“If my brother finds out …” she whispered, reaching up to squeeze her nipple.

And, fuck, I nearly lost all control.

“Yeah, I know. I know,” I murmured, reaching underneath her skirt and dragging a finger across her soaked panties. “If Oliver finds out that his sister has moaned my name, he’d kill both of us. Wouldn’t he?”

“He will!”

“And how do you think he’d react if he knew how wet your panties were for me?”

Her breath caught, and she placed a hand on my chest, but didn’t push me away. I moved my fingers around her clit, rubbing the swollen bundle of nerves back and forth. She rested her head against my chest and whimpered.

“What if he found me playing with your pussy?”

When I slipped my fingers under her silky underwear, she moaned. “Alec …”

I moved my fingers faster, pushing her so close to the edge already. She scrunched my T-shirt up in her fist and bit back another moan. I was desperate for her to feel good because of me again.

“What about you coming on my fingers?”

Her entire body tensed, her legs shaking. She formed an O with her mouth and threw her head back, her skin tinting pink as she held back a loud moan for me. She stared up at me through hazy eyes, coming on my fingers.

Once she finally came down from her orgasm, she leaned against the door and blew out a breath. Her face contorted from one of pleasure to anger. And suddenly, she shoved me away again. “What’s going on with you? Why are you acting so weird?”

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