Page 26 of My Best Friend's Billionaire Brother
He glides a finger along my slit, and I moan, throwing my head back against the wall.
He grins, biting his lip. “Fuck, yes,” he growls.
Then he slowly slides a finger inside of me. I yelp as he curls the finger upward, making a “come hither” motion. I squeal when he inserts a second finger and does the same. I grip his shirt, the sensation of his fingers inside me practically undoing me.
He starts pumping his fingers, slowly at first, and then faster and faster. I whine, closing my eyes, desperate for more, but knowing I’m at his complete mercy. My mouth open in a permanent O, I surrender to the ecstasy.
His other hand finds the top of my bra and yanks it down, exposing my breasts, which are heaving while I pant. He fingers my nipple, pinching it sharply and causing me to cry out in both pain and pleasure.
He pumps his fingers faster, and I’m desperate.
“Will,” I whimper.
“Yeah, Josie?” he whispers, pressing his lips against my ear. “What do you want?”
What do I want? My mind trips over that question and falters for a moment. What do I want? More of what he’s doing, yes. To come, yes. But also … more ofhim.The real him. Not just sex. Not just this. I want Will. I’ve always wanted Will.
But this isn’t the way to get him. It can’t be.
“Wait,” I say, my voice choking.
Will immediately senses the shift and stops. He removes his hands from me, taking a small step back. There’s that concern on his face again. Just like the night he’d saved me from Owen. My hero. Why can’t he be my hero now? “Are you okay?” he asks.
It’s then that I realize I’m crying.Crying. Fuck. Tears are streaming down my cheeks and I’m unable to stop them.
“I can’t do this,” I whisper, brushing past him to reach for the closest piece of clothing I can find. A white, fluffy robe laid out on the bed.
“What?” Will stammers, staring at me in bewilderment.
“I can’t do this with you,” I repeat, tying the robe around my waist and, without thinking, grabbing my hotel key and running toward the door.
“Wait, Josie—" Will calls after me, but I’m already out of the room, running down the hallway. I don’t look to see if he’s followed me. I don’t care.
I run through the empty villa, finding a secluded stretch of garden on the other side of the house where I hunker down, bury my face in my hands, and cry. I don’t know how long I sit there crying under the starlight, the sounds of the ocean waves crashing against the shore reverberating in my ears. But when I finally return to my room, Will is gone.
Chapter 14
Will
I might be an asshole, but I know when I’ve fucked up.
And I’ve fucked up.
Bad.
Seeing the tears in Josie’s eyes last night? Yeah, that was probably the worst feeling I’ve ever had in my life. Because the last time I’d seen her cry, it was because of some douchebag. But this time,Iwas that douchebag.
I rub my temples and take a sip of coffee. Turner and the other groomsmen are out on a morning run, and Chloe and the bridesmaids are beginning to gethair and makeup done. So I’m sitting alone out by the pool, watching the waves crash on the shore hundreds of feet below.
I think back to that night a few weeks ago. When Chloe had called me and I’d heard the fear in her voice, I’d dropped everything to get her place as fast as I could. I hadn’t planned on making any kind of move. I hadn’t planned on taking advantage of the situation.
Only I did.
And that’s the crux of it. No matter how incredible that night had been, and that morning after—I’d made a mistake.
Not a mistake in who I spent that time with, but a mistake in how it was carried out.
I’d taken advantage of Josie in a vulnerable moment. In a moment where she shouldn’t have been pushed to make that kind of decision. And I’d been a selfish asshole, wanting her so desperately that I didn’t stop to think whether this was a good time for her to make that decision herself.
