Page 63 of Winning Brynn

"The right thing?"

"It'd break your brother's heart if something happened between us, Brynn. You know that. He'd see it as a betrayal."

"I love my brother," she says, frustration thick in her voice. "I do. But if I want to fuck someone, then best believe he doesn't get to tell me that I can't."

Just hearing her say the wordfuckgives my dick a new lease on life. And even that's without considering how she's using it in the context of doing it withme.

3.1fucking4...

"Maybe not." I shrug, defeated. "But he does get to tell me."

Why do I have to be so wildly attracted to my best friend's little sister of all people? Why can't I obsess over the nice redhead who always upgrades my coffee to a large for free at the Starbucks opposite the training ground? Or the blonde who works at the supermarket, the one who always gives me sex eyes whenever she buzzes my protein bars through the register?

Beside me, Brynn sags and turns her face away.

Reaching out, I cup her cheek and gently tilt her until she's looking at me again. "I don't want you to feel like I'm rejecting you," I whisper.

"Aren't you, though?" she asks quietly, the vulnerability I hear in her voice shattering me.

With my hand still on her face, I brush my thumb back and forth across her skin. "Not because I want to." I suck in a shuddering breath. "Not because I don't wantyou."

And fuck it all if she isn't the most heartbreakingly beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life. Bathed in the dappled silver light of the moon, her hair a tangled mess and eyes misty with both sleep and hurt, her beauty breaks my soul in two.

"You want me?" she asks.

"You know I do."

"Then show me, Leo." It's a plea, stifled by diffidence, spoken on little more than a shaky breath, but a plea all the same.

And it hits me right where it needs to, because I know what it means for her to do it. Letting me see her vulnerability, her desperation for me to ease the pain of rejection, to make it better, to make it stop feeling like an abandonment that takes her right back to being a frightened little girl in a home for orphaned children... She's showing me that she trusts me.

I can't betray that trust by rejecting her again. Not when it's something we both want. Not when it's just us, hidden by the darkness of night where no one can see.

Even if it does mean betraying her brother in the process.

Brynn, or my best friend.

It's the most difficult decision, yet the easiest all the same.

Just a kiss,I tell myself.Just one kiss won't hurt.

Using my hand on her cheek to bring her face closer to mine, I ghost my lips over hers. It's just a brush. It could barely be called a kiss at all, honestly, but I feel the electricity of it sear through my veins.

"Leo," she sighs.

And with that, my lips crash back down onto hers. Forceful, this time. Yearning, wild, and savage. Her lips, so goddamn soft, part against mine, and then my tongue is slipping inside to slide against hers.

She moans. Or maybe I do. Maybe it's both of us. I don't know, and I don't care.

All I care about is the uninhibited passion of her kiss, the sweetness of her taste, and the perfection of having her in my arms.

Her hands wind into my hair, her nails scraping across my scalp, making me growl into her mouth. I hold her at the waist, so small in my large hands, if for nothing but to stop myself from tearing her clothes right from her body.

Because this moment...this kiss? It's fucking everything. And I don't know how I'm ever going to stop.

But I have to.

One kiss. That's what I promised myself.

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