My Best Friend’s Brother 3 (Sleepover Sluts)
By Delilah Fawkes
I ate my cornflakes in silence, trying to avoid the piercing blue eyes I knew were staring at me. Amber had gone shopping with Savannah and left me alone with her brother, but not before they both gave me knowing looks, giggling behind their hands.
Yep. The bitches abandoned me to my fate.
Brian wanted to have The Talk, a prospect that I was so not ready for.
A warm hand closed over mine, and my spoon froze in mid-air.
I chewed my lip. The way he said my name in that deep voice of his made my whole body tingle. Damn, him.
“Yes, Brian?” I turned and gave him a big, cheesy grin, like I wasn’t freaking the fuck out.
He turned my hand over in his and ran his thumb over my palm. I shivered, my pussy heating at that simple touch. I dropped the spoon into the milk with a splash. His eyes held mine. There was no escape.
“I want you.”
It was barely a whisper, but it echoed in my head as if he’d shouted.
“I… I want you, too.”
It wasn’t a lie. I wanted him day and night, especially after the way he’d dominated me in his bedroom last night.
“Be my girl, Bailey.”
He lifted my hand to his mouth, but instead of kissing the back like they do in the movies, he brought it closer and brushed his lips over the inside of my wrist. I twisted in my seat, my panties getting damp from the feel of his mouth on my tender skin.