Page 3 of My Brother's Best Friend

Alec grasped my chin and forced me to look up at him. “Like I want to do what?”

Heat engulfed my entire body just from the mere touch. I inhaled sharply and pressed my thighs together. I hated how my body reacted to him. He was my brother’s best friend and had annoyed me since middle school.

“Hmm?” Alec asked, his breath fanning across my mouth. “Speechless, Cupcake?”

“Can you stop calling me that?” I managed to get out.

“Alec!” someone shouted from our right. “There you are!”

Sandra, Alec’s ex-girlfriend or new fling or whatever the hell she was to him, walked into the room with her arms crossed and her gaze shifting from Alec to me. She narrowed her beady brown eyes.

“What are you doing here?” she asked him.

Alec stepped away and smirked. “Just teaching Oliver’s little sister a lesson.”

“Well, come on.” She tugged on his bicep. “The party’s out here. Not here with her.”

Sandra wrapped her arm around his, but he pulled himself away from her. After throwing me a heated glance, Alec grabbed another beer from the counter behind me and walked out of the kitchen and into the living room with her.

I balled my hands into fists and glared at her retreating figure. I hated her too.

Instead of pouring another glass of water, I took a red Solo cup from the kitchen and filled it with whatever kind of spiked punch my brother had made today. Nobody here should’ve even been drinking. We were all underage, but …

“Come on, baby,” Sandra shouted in the other room. “Dance with me.”

Fuck it.

I downed the drink and stomped up to my bedroom.

I was not going to watch Alec’s ex-girlfriend rub herself all over him.

After slamming my bedroom door, I changed into a pair of shorts and a T-shirt to wear over to Vera’s house, collapsed on my bed, and sighed.

Alec hadn’t even looked like he had mistaken me for someone else tonight.

But he must have, right? And I mean?—

My bedroom door suddenly swung open, and Alec Wolfe walked in.

CHAPTER2

MADDIE

“Maddie Weber …” Alec walked farther into my room with a smirk on his chiseled face and sin in his dark, hooded brown eyes.

He wanted something, and I feared that he wantedme. But … nothing could happen.

It couldn’t.

“What the hell are you doing here?” I sucked in a sharp breath, shot up from my bed, and covered my pajama-clad body with a thin blanket. I used it for another layer of protection from the Redwood hockey star because … I knew that my guard was already down. “Get out!”

Instead of listening, Alec grabbed my hand, made me drop the blanket, and tugged me closer until our chests met. He dipped his head and drew his nose up mine. “Make me, Cupcake.”

I tried hard to yank my hand out of his, but he was too strong.

Or maybe I just didn’t try as hard as I could.

“I said, make me. What are you waiting for?” Alec taunted.

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