Page 19 of Smitten With My Brother's Best Friend
“It’s not that bad. I usually watch it to pass the time, and it can be a little addictive,” she tells me with a shrug.
“Please tell me you won’t make me watch it. We can watch anything else. The Avengers or Maze runner or something,” I plead, but she shakes her head.
“My house, my couch. My rules,” she states.
And so I find myself watching the show with her. She’s right, though. It’s surprisingly fun to watch their terrible acting and fake lives. We comment on some funny stuff, and Taylor even makes popcorn. I’m having more fun than I’ve had in a long time.
We’ve moved on to twenty questions. It doesn’t escape my notice that she seems to know almost everything about me while I don’t know much about her. Growing up, I was an uncaring ass, and she seems to have paid a lot more attention to me than I thought.
“Favorite childhood memory?” I ask her.
She smiles fondly.
“It was a football game. You were quarterback, and Adam was wide receiver. The game was about to end, and our team waslosing. You had one more play left, and everyone was sure you would lose it. Then the both of you worked together and ended up winning the game for the team. I remember how happy and excited both of you were—especially you. You were smiling so widely. You never used to smile a lot back then.”
My throat tightens. I can’t believe she remembers that or that she thought that. Damn, what did I do to deserve her?
“How about you?” she asks.
“I don’t think anything I say could actually beat that, Tay. You’re pretty amazing. You know that, right?”
She smiles.
“I know. It just took you long enough to realize it. I’m more than just Adam’s little sister,” she states.
I pull her onto my lap so she can feel how much she affects me and how much I’ve begun to care.
“You’re so much more than that,” I say as I kiss her.
Chapter 8
(Taylor)
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I drag Maverick’s shirt above his head. His tight, smooth, rippled muscles glide beneath my palms. He’s so sexy and hot, and I almost can’t believe he’s attracted to me.
His hands tunnel under my skirt. There’s nothing sweet and gentle about the way his fingers shove aside my thong, and there’s no warning when he thrusts two of them inside of me. I gasp. That was so incredibly dirty and yet so hot.
“You like that, don’t you?” he asks, his breath hot against my ear.
I don’t reply. He withdraws his fingers, and I moan at the loss. Then they begin lightly circling my clit, and my entire body strains and clenches for more. He suddenly slams three of his fingers inside, shocking the hell out of me. A wave of excitement crashes over me as I begin coming. It's a little embarrassing. I stare at him open-mouthed, and he grins back. His fingers move again, two of them rubbing against a spot that brings me intense pleasure. He keeps rubbing it, and I keep coming. My head falls back, and my eyelids fall to a close as I give in to the pleasure spiraling through my body until I’m a shuddering mess of sensation.
When I finally regain control of myself, I’m lying against his chest, breathing heavily. My heart is pounding insanely fast.
“Better than last night?” he asks smugly.
I can only nod, which makes him chuckle.
“Baby, you haven’t seen nothing yet.”
I’m impatient for more of him. I manage to undo his zipper and free his dick from his jeans. He hands me the condom, and I bite open the foil. Then I position the rubber over the head of his shaft and roll it down the thick, hot column of flesh. A low moan escapes his mouth.
He positions me so that the head of his cock can easily thrust in.
“Ready?” he asks.
I think I whimper or beg. Either way, he shoves upward with one swift motion until he’s seated to the hilt.
