Page 2 of Enemies with my Bestie’s Brother
I slide my tongue into her mouth as I grip her hips, pulling her against me. As she rolls her hips, she rubs against my hardened length, driving me wild.
The elevator dings open and we jump apart from each other only to see that the coast is clear. Whitney smiles and takes my hand, stepping into the hallway and pulling me toward her room.
As soon as we’re in her room and the door is locked, our clothes start falling to the floor. We stumble our way to the bed, naked and locked in a kiss. It feels like everything we’ve been avoiding for the last few years is finally coming to the surface.
If I am being completely honest with myself, I haven’t been avoiding her because I dislike her, but there’s some hidden emotions I’ve been denying myself—lust maybe?
We fall to the bed together. I kiss my way down her body, tracing patterns on her skin with my tongue as I work my way lower. I tease her with my tongue and fingers, her breathy moans filling the room. Her fingers run through my hair.
I work my way back up her body, the scent of her vanilla perfume enveloping me. She writhes beneath me as I continue to trace patterns on her sun-kissed skin.
When I finally thrust into her, her back arches off the bed and her nails dig into my back. I moan as I rock my hips, feeling her body tense before she finds her release.
I keep thrusting until I fall over the edge, satisfied but wanting more.
Whitney gets out of the bed before I have a chance to say anything to her and heads to the bathroom. When she comes back out, she scoops up her dress and pulls it on swiftly.
“You better get dressed so we can get back down there before Penny notices that we’re missing.”
She picks up my clothing and tosses it all to me. It feels like my words are caught in my throat as I get dressed.
As we walk out of the room together, my heart is hammering. I don’t know what I want from her yet, but I know that one night isn’t enough.
Her body is instantly addictive. I need more of it before we go back to barely being around each other.
I pull her into a little alcove just outside the reception hall. Her eyes are filled with lust as she looks up at me and drapes her arms over my shoulders. She stands on her toes and kisses me, her tongue tangling with mine until I forget where we are.
“Well, this is an interesting development.”
We jump apart and I look at my oldest brother, Landon. He smirks as he looks between the two of us and crosses his arms.
“You can’t tell anybody,” Whitney says before brushing by him and heading back to the reception.
Landon looks at me. “What are you thinking? That’s Penny’s best friend.”
I shrug and walk away. The problem isn’t that I’m not thinking. The problem is that the only thing I can think of is the way Whitney’s body felt beneath mine.
That, and the mischievous spark she gets in her eyes whenever we argue.
It takes me no time to find her at the bar. I stand beside her, my hands in my pockets. She looks up at me as she waits for the bartender to make her a drink.
“What are you doing?” she asks.
“I rented a little house on a lake not far from here. Come with me for the weekend. We don’t have to tell anybody.”
There is clear suspicion in her eyes as they narrow. “What’s the catch?”
“No catch. You and I are both busy people who could do with some stress relief. It’s a weekend to have fun, and we keep it our little secret.”
“When do we leave?”
IstareatWhitneyas the moon shines through the window, casting a dim glow throughout the room.
Our weekend together was great, but now it’s time to face reality.
I slept with my sister’s best friend, repeatedly. It was just a bit of fun before I get back to work, but it doesn’t change the heart of the matter: I slept with her best friend.
Guilt courses through me as I get out of bed and grab my things. I sneak through the house to get dressed and grab a bottle of water.
