Page 13 of Desiring My Brother's Best Friend

"Don't stop," I pant, my fingernails digging into his chest. "Please don't stop..."

I throw my head back as I come again, letting the sensations overwhelm me. My mind goes blank, colors flashing behind my eyelids, muscles clenching and unclenching. I'm vaguely aware that I've stopped riding him, but now Owen has grabbed my hips with both hands and is fucking up into me as he seeks his own release. His grip is almost too tight, but it's what I need right now—something to hold onto when I feel like I might float away on a cloud of pure ecstasy.

Finally, I hear him curse, and he thrusts up into me hard, painting my inner walls as he comes hard. My eyes flutter open to watch him orgasm. There's something so primal about seeing him lose control like this, knowing that I caused it.

Afterward, we collapse together in a sweaty tangle of limbs, still panting heavily. His arms wrap around me instinctively, holding me close.

"Fuck," he mutters against my skin. "You're going to kill me, woman."

I laugh breathlessly, resting my chin on his chest. "If anything, you're the one who's going to give me a heart attack. That was incredible."

He chuckles and presses a soft kiss to the top of my head before relaxing back onto the pillows, stroking my hair idly. "So much for going home and thinking it over."

I giggle, "So much for you coming over to protect me. Someone could have robbed me blind while we were fucking, and I'd have no idea."

"It's always a risk," he says, trying to sound serious, and I giggle harder, pressing my face into his neck.

His fingers continue moving through my hair, and it feels so nice that I can't bring myself to move. I snuggle closer, draping one leg over his hips, smiling. "Stay tonight."

Owen exhales. "I was planning to anyway. Just not in the same bed as you. But you've convinced me, I think."

A tingle of satisfaction runs through me. "So, what now?"

He trails his hand down my side and onto my ass, giving it a firm squeeze. "Now, you're going to sleep."

"And after that?" I ask teasingly.

He gives my butt another squeeze before letting go and kissing my forehead. "We'll just have to see."

5

OWEN

Istayed with Lena for the night. And then the next, and the next after that.

It wasn't what I intended to do, but she's like a drug, so sweet and impossible to quit that it makes it hard to think straight.

It didn't help that I already had feelings for her and that I already knew her as well as I did. We're compatible. We're already parts of each other's lives.

If I'm being honest with myself, I was halfway in love with her way before we slept together. Now, I'm head over fucking heels, and it makes me feel like a fool. Not because I don't want to be in love with her, but because I've fallen so hard. The moment we kissed, probably. It makes me feel like a teenager all over again.

We work on the attic, but our work dynamic has completely changed. It's been less than a week since we first kissed, but my desire for her has only grown stronger. Every time we touch, it sends sparks running up and down my skin, making me crazy with want.

It doesn't help that she flirts mercilessly with me whenever she thinks I'm off guard. She'll bend over in front of me to pick something up or brush against me "accidentally" while walking by. One time, she even took a photo of me while I was working. She just laughed when confronted and said it would make good blackmail material, but I know damn well she plans to use it for other purposes.

I have no idea what I'm going to do. My entire adult life I've fought to avoid Lena because of how much I cared for her already. And now? Now that I've seen the way she looks at me, heard how she moans my name when we're together, felt how perfectly her body fits against mine? How am I supposed to keep my distance now?

How long can I pretend I don't want to be with her officially? How long until I have to tell Jake I've been fucking his sister senseless every night, and now I plan on being with her for the rest of my life?

Well, I can probably leave the 'fucking her senseless' part out, even if it's true.

Now that I've been staying over, Mr. Grayson has left Lena alone. I saw him outside once, and before he could run inside and hide from me, I marched up to his front door and told him that if he came around again, I'd break his legs.

And I meant it, too.

He seems to get the message, at least for now. It might be temporary, but if it happens again, he'll learn I am a man of my word.

Everything comes to a head when it's finally time for Lena to throw a housewarming party and show off the attic we finished. Not to sound too cocky, but it's incredible. We've transformed it into a full photography studio, complete with natural lighting, plenty of space, and everything else she could possibly want. It's decorated in creams and sage green, warm and inviting, just like Lena herself.

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