Page 49 of Keeper
“Hello?”
“Hiya, Sidney.”
“Booker Harris! Hiii!” Her voice is loud in the quiet library, so I know my brothers can hear her as well.
I clear my throat. “Listen, I have an…erm…event to go to this Saturday night and was wondering if you are free.”
“Bugger, I would have loved to go, but I’m in Cape Town for the week. I can look into booking an early flight home?”
“No, no. That’s fine. Don’t worry about it.”
“Are you sure? It would be no trouble.”
Actually, it would be a lot of trouble. “I’m sure. Don’t worry about it.”
“Okay, then.” She sounds disappointed. “I’ll give you a ring after I get back. Maybe we can grab a bite and catch up.”
I nod. “Sounds fine. Have fun.”
We say our goodbyes and I exhale.
“Now what?” Camden asks.
“I don’t know. I don’t really want to bring anyone else because they’ll get the wrong idea.”
“What idea is that?” Cam asks.
“That you’re a free man?” Tanner adds, his brows tweaking.
I frown. “Iama free man. Sidney never expects more. Other girls do.”
Gareth’s voice loses all humour when he replies, “And you can’t possibly be a free man because that would mean you’d have to close the door on Poppy.”
I growl and jump off the desk to get some space from my pushy and annoying brothers. “You guys don’t get it because you don’t understand what friendship with a girl is like. If I were to be with her, she hops out of that friend box and into a much more complicated box. Poppy is my best friend and will be forever. End of. I’ll find another bloody date.”
I move past the desk and out the door, ignoring my brothers’ calls to come back and stop being a baby. Stuff that. I’m tired of them thinking they know what’s best for me all the time. I’m determined to show Poppy and everyone else that this isn’t happening between her and me. We’re just best friends, like always. She’ll bring a date and I’ll bring a date. What’s the worst that could happen?
It’s dark by the time I get home from Camden’s. I enter our flat and all is quiet except for some strange noise coming from the loo. Frowning, I walk over and lean closer to the door where I hear shower water running.
Just when I decide that’s all the noise was, a soft moan resonates through the door. Then the humming begins again. Actually, it’s more of a buzzing. I press my ear against the door, stunned when I hear the sound of what must be a vibrator because Poppy’s hoarse groans echoing inside the loo can’t be for no reason.
She moans again.
I clutch the doorframe with my hands and drop my chin to my chest. My dick instantly rises inside my jeans as I picture the scene happening in my shower.This is wrong, Booker. This is so wrong.
But fuck me, all I want to do is go in there and help her finish the job. Activate another slip by pressing myself inside of her and fucking her against the shower wall as her soapy breasts slide up and down my chest.
My thoughts are maddening.
I inhale sharply and turn away from the door, storming straight for the balcony. Cool air hits my face as I slide the glass door closed and breathe in the London night air. It would be melodramatic to scream out of sexual frustration, right?
Fuck me! Why do I keep wanting to fuck my best friend? This is bloody torture!
What man could resist someone like her pleasuring herself in the shower?Christ, this is painful.
My mind begins engaging my hormones.Why can’t you fuck your best friend?Because she wouldn’t be my best friend anymore.Who cares? She’d be more.She’d be more until she wasn’t. Until it ended and then she’d want nothing to do with me.Why does it have to end?Because I’m not right for her. Poppy deserves love. True love. Like what Hayden and Vi have. I can’t give that to her. I can barely give that to my family.So what do you want?I want her to stay. I want her to be my best friend. I want to trust that she won’t leave again.
A noise snaps me out of my inner warzone. I hear something that sounds like her pocket door closing, so I steel myself to reenter the flat.
