Three's A Crowd: A Best Friend's Older Brother Rom Com (Love in Apartment #3B Book 2)

by Everly Ashton

“I’m serious, Fiona. Are you playing games with me? Are you into him?”

  She pushes my shoulder. “No, you idiot, I’m into you! You’re the one hanging out with your not-so-secret admirer all night.”

  “That’s only because I can’t hang out with you! Do you know how fucking hard it was to stay away from you all night so no one would figure us out until after we tell my sister tomorrow?”

  “Probably as hard as it was to see Hanibelle preening for your attention all night! Have you slept with her?” Her voice grows louder. I must wait a beat too long to answer. “I knew it.”

  She whirls to leave, but I snag her upper arm and circle her around to face me. Her hair drips on my hand.

  “It was months ago, and I haven’t touched her since. I’ve made it clear to her that it would never happen again—even before you and I became a thing.”

  “Yeah, she really seemed like she wasn’t hoping for a repeat performance tonight.” She yanks her arm free from my hand.

  This is nuts. I’m not going to let something as stupid as this ruin what we’ve started.

  “What are we even arguing about? I’m not into Annabelle. Are you into Nick?”

  She scowls. “Of course not.”

  “Fuck this then.” I step into her and take her lips in a searing kiss that she returns with just as much gusto.

  She wraps her arms around my neck, and her towel falls between us. I groan into her mouth while our tongues battle for supremacy. My hands take a journey over her soft exposed skin, skimming down her back and over her ass cheeks, where I part them and dip a finger between her legs. When I find her drenched, my cock grows painfully hard, pressing against my slacks with urgent need.

  Her head pulls back as I explore her with my fingers, so I trail my tongue up her neckline to the shell of her ear. As if we share the same brain, I pull back and she jumps up so that she’s straddling me, my hands under her ass. We ping-pong down the hallway, bumping against the wall on our left then the right, our need reaching a fever pitch. Eventually we make it to her bedroom.

  I swear if I’m not inside her in the next few minutes, I’ll explode. I step inside her room and let her naked body slide down mine until her feet reach the floor. This is the first time I’ve seen her naked and it’s better than anything I came up with in my mind.

  Her trim waist and perfectly sized breasts grab my attention first. I take one of her tits in my hand, tweaking the nipple. Her eyes roll back for a moment, then she’s undoing my dress shirt as though we’re in a contest for who can undress the fastest.

  I dip my fingers between legs while she works my belt, the two of us breathing heavily. I concentrate my efforts on her swollen clit and grin at the way it takes all her concentration to get me naked. Within a minute, I’m nude and standing in front of her for inspection much in the same way she was just minutes before.

  “God, you really are perfect.” She jumps up again so that she’s straddling my waist.

  My hard length is crushed between us as our tongues meet again. I move to the wall so that her back is against it and lean back to play with her tits some more. She moans into my mouth and my dick pulses between us, demanding attention. I shift us and hold her up higher so that my crown sits at her entrance, begging to be let into the promised land.

  Fiona pulls back and places her hands on my face. “If you don’t fuck me soon, I’m going to be really pissed.”

  I don’t wait, sliding into her on a rough exhale. Jesus, she’s so tight and wet and she feels so good. Too good.

  “Shit,” I say. “I don’t have any condoms.”

  Twenty-Seven

  Fiona

  Keane pushes into me, and I bite my bottom lip at the sensation. It’s been a long time since I’ve been with a man, but I don’t remember one of them ever filling me up the way he does. His face is slack with pure lust and I try to memorize this moment to relive it again and again.

  Suddenly his eyes open wide. “Shit, I don’t have any condoms.”

  It takes a moment for that reality to set in, because not once since we started kissing tonight did I even think about practicing safe sex. All I could think of was getting him inside me and claiming this man as mine.

  “Oh my God,” I whisper.

  “I’m clean,” he rushes out. “I’ve been checked since… the last time I slept with someone.”

  Why do I have a feeling he was going to say Annahell’s name?

  I’m not sure what to do. I know I’m clean. I haven’t been with anyone in a long time and have been tested since then anyway. But can I trust Keane? How do I know he’s not lying to get what he wants?

  But our gaze’s lock. His ocean eyes fill with sincerity and what I think is a need for me to believe him. And stupid or not, I do.

  “It’s fine. I’m clean too.”

  A wide grin spreads across his face, and he anchors me to the wall with his hips and thrusts up into me, holding me under my ass. Every nerve ending inside me is lit up like the lights on a Christmas tree, and I grip the back of his hair. Both our gazes dip to where we’re joined. My desire glistens over his erect cock, and I revel in the delicious feeling every time he’s fully seated inside me.

  A drip of water runs off my hair and down my chest. Keane’s tongue darts out to catch it. He steps back and moves my ass off the wall, using my shoulders as a counterweight to hold me there while he pounds into me.

  “I want to watch your tits bounce while I fuck you. I’ve imagined it hundreds of times, but I want to see the real thing.”

  I’m not sure I’ve seen anything hotter than him watching me while he owns my body. All the muscles in his arms and abdomen flex as if to showcase how virile and strong he is.

  He taps one of my legs with his hand. “Squeeze me tight.”

  I do as he says, using all my strength to support myself while one of his hands leaves my ass to delve between my legs. His thumb circles my clit and I cry out in pleasure. It’s too much.

  Too much sensation. Too much emotion. Too much everything.

  He continues his ministrations while I beg for more, beg for mercy, just plain beg. And then he pinches it slightly between his thumb and forefinger and it’s like pulling the pin on a grenade. I explode, crying out and rocking my hips while every color in the rainbow fills the space behind my closed eyes. He holds himself still inside me while I squeeze around his hard length.

  Eventually I come to and meet his gaze. His eyes are hooded, looking at me as if I’m a fascinating creature he just discovered.

  “That scene is burned into my mind for all eternity,” he says.

  I smile, a little languid, catching my breath.

  He lifts me off his cock and gently sets me on the floor, supporting some of my weight until he’s sure I’m okay to stand on my own.

  I frown. “What about you?”

  “Don’t worry about me. I’m going to get mine.”

  He takes my shoulders and spins me around so I’m facing the wall, then he presses his front to my back and walks me toward it until my breasts are pressed against the new yellow paint. He lifts one of my legs, hooking his arm under my knee, and enters me from behind.

  It’s a completely different sensation than moments ago—deeper, dirtier, and more intense. He wastes no time before he pistons into me, and I claw at the newly painted wall, moaning. My taut nipples rub on the wall every time he pushes into me, creating a delicious friction while his cock fires up every one of those nerve endings inside me.

  Keane grunts. I think he must be close. To my own astonishment, I think I may be close to my second too.

  He reaches around me and once more plays my clit like a world-class musician. Before I know it, I’m barrelling over the edge of a waterfall as I come, thrust under the water and circling, unable to find my way back to the surface. With one more thrust, he stills inside me and groans out his own release. He’s so large, I feel him twitching inside me.

  We remain like that for another minute while we catch
our breath and come back to the present. Then Keane slowly slides out of me and lets my leg down to the floor.

  I’m afraid of what I’ll see when I turn around. There’s no doubt we both enjoyed ourselves, but will he change his mind and say this is a one-and-done? Or will he run scared because it was so much more than either of us could have anticipated? At least for me it was.

  I slowly circle around and meet his gaze, and rather than being shuttered or panicked, it’s filled with reverence. His hands cup my face and he brings his lips to mine in a kiss filled with emotion. When he pulls away, he tucks my wet hair behind my ear.

  “We’re just getting started,” he says in a soft voice.

  I plow into him, my arms around his neck and hug him close, not wanting to let him go. But eventually I do. We both clean up in the bathroom and return to my room. After slipping under the covers of my bed wordlessly and pressing our still-naked bodies to each other, I doze off into the most contented sleep I can remember.

  Twenty-Eight

  Fiona

  “Oh my god!”

  The shriek wakes me from deep slumber, and I see Keane’s peaceful face next to mine when I blink my eyes open slowly.

  “What the hell?”

  Then it registers—the voice that woke me wasn’t Keane’s. His eyes pop open in alarm.

  Marlowe. I roll over to face the door and see her standing there with a look of horror and astonishment. Clutching the sheet to my chest, I sit up. “Lowe, I can explain.”

  “I can’t believe this.” She disappears from the doorway and moves in the direction of her room at the end of the hall.

  “Shit.” Keane jumps out of bed, searching through his discarded clothes on the floor for his boxers.

  I rush over to my closet and yank my robe off the hanger, then push my arms through and tie the belt around my waist. Damn it. I rush down the hall, Keane following me, and we knock on her door.

  “Lowe, we need to talk. Open up,” Keane says.

  We’re met with a wall of silence like a tidal wave perched over us about to bear down.

  I hold my breath and knock again. “Marlowe, we were going to talk to you tomorrow. Or today. I don’t even know what time it is.” I glance behind me and see that the apartment at the end of the hall is still dark, so it must still be the middle of the night. “What are you doing home? Are you okay?”

  There’s movement in her room and I look at Keane, who looks concerned. The door whips open, startling me, and I jump back.

  “I’m here because the guy I thought was Mr. Perfect is actually a giant douchebag.” She stomps back into her room and sinks down on the end of her bed the way a sullen teenager would.

  My own situation momentarily forgotten, I sit beside her, rubbing her back. “What happened?”

  She blows out a breath. “Well after we had sex”—she glances between Keane and me as if accusing us—“he asked me to leave. Literally like one minute later. Said ‘thanks for the nightcap, do you mind closing my bedroom door when you leave?’ while my insides were still pulsing from my orgasm.”

  Keane groans and runs his hands over his face.

  “Whatever, bro, how do you think I feel? I just walked in on my brother postcoital, wrapped up naked in the sheets with one of my best friends.” She glares at him then turns her glare on me.

  I take her hand. “We were going to tell you tomorrow. I swear. We hadn’t even planned to sleep together until after we spoke with you, but it just kind of happened. I’m sorry this is such a shock to you.”

  She rolls her eyes. “Oh please. I’m not an idiot. I’ve watched you two eye-fuck each other for weeks. But I can’t believe you’re actually this far into something and I’m only now just hearing about it. Don’t you guys trust me to be happy for you?”

  My heart clenches at the hurt in her voice. “It’s not that we don’t trust you. We just didn’t know what this was. We wanted to figure it out for ourselves before we talked to you about it in case it was nothing.”

  To my surprise, her lips turn up in the corners. “So it’s something then? Not just sex?”

  I nod. “We wanted to see how it would go before we confessed. I mean, what would happen if we told you, and then a week later something happens and we’re done before we even started?”

  “You’d probably just go back to hating each other the way you did for years.”

  “Thank you! That’s what I said,” Keane says. He ignores my look and sits on the other side of his sister. “Are you okay with this, sis?”

  I can tell her answer really matters to him. And it does to me as well, so I hold my breath and wait.

  “Of course I am.” A wide smile transforms her face and she wraps an arm around each of our necks, pulling us into her sides. “My best friend is in love with my brother and vice versa. It’s like a romance novel or something.”

  Keane’s and my eyes meet in panic. Neither of us mentioned love.

  “If you guys get married, you could officially be my sister, Fi.”

  Uncomfortable, I lighten the mood. “Don’t get ahead of yourself. We could still very well kill each other.”

  She laughs and Keane sends a relieved glance my way. I don’t know if it’s because I’ve made it clear that I know he doesn’t love me or what, but I decide not to examine his panicked look too much.

  “You sure you’re okay with this?” I ask, needing to know for sure.

  “Totally. Yes, I was shocked, but honestly, I was more pissed off and hurt that you guys hadn’t said anything.”

  “Good,” Keane says and gives me a hungry look.

  “Oh boy, I can see that three’s a crowd now. Just promise me that I’m not going to have to listen to you guys have sex. I don’t need to know what my brother sounds like when he’s orgasming.”

  Keane’s deep chuckle rings through the room. “Promise I’ll only ever ravage Fiona while you’re out.”

  “Ew.” She drops her arm from around his neck and elbows him in the ribs. “Get out of here, you two, before you end up doing it on my bed.”

  “There’s just one more thing we need to talk about.” Keane’s voice is serious.

  Marlowe turns and looks at him.

  “Tell me where this guy lives so I can kick his ass.”

  Twenty-Nine

  Keane

  When my sister won’t divulge limp-dick’s name and address, Fiona and I stand from the bed to leave. It’s strange not to hide our affection from Marlowe anymore, but I take Fiona’s hand as we leave the bedroom and head down the hall. Once we’re in Fiona’s room, I close the door and pull the tie of her robe so that it splays open, revealing her mouth-watering body. I step into her.

  “That went well.” I taste the skin of her collarbone, peppering kisses up her neck until I reach her lips and dip my tongue inside.

  She returns the kiss but pulls away too soon. “It did. Though I wish we’d had a chance to tell her before she found us naked in bed together.”

  “Speaking of naked in bed…” I push my black boxer briefs down my legs and step out of them, then lead her by the hand to her bed.

  She smiles and climbs into bed, slipping under the covers, where I join her. I lie on my back, patting my chest for her to lay her head, and take a quick glance at the clock glowing three o’clock in the morning. My eyelids are heavy with fatigue, but I’m hyperaware of the way Fiona’s finger trails a pattern over my chest. My dick twitches, and since I don’t want to seem like a savage, I try to think of anything other than sex with Fiona.

  But it’s an impossible task. Images from earlier run through my mind nonstop. The way her mouth dropped open when she came—twice, I might add. The feel of her pulsing around my cock and how her tits bounced while I pounded into her. All the perfect curves of her body and the discovery of a small mole just under her left breast.

  “Keane?”

  Fiona’s voice draws me from the porno scene in my head. I get the feeling I’ve missed something. “Sorry, what?”
/>   “Were you falling asleep?”

  “Not even a little. I was mentally casting you in a porno based on what I now know.”

  She giggles and presses her face into my chest as though she’s embarrassed. I run my fingers through her hair once she’s resting her chin on my chest and looking up at me.

  “Sorry, what were you saying?” I ask.

  “I was asking what happened with your parents.”

  Talk about taking the trunk outta my junk. I should have just thought of that when I was trying to hold back my hard-on earlier because I literally feel it deflating.

  I blow out a breath. “Pretty much what I thought would happen. Neither of my parents believe in me enough to co-sign the loan for me. Their expectations of me aren’t high, let’s just say that.”

  She frowns, a line forming between her brows. “Did you go through everything like we talked about? Did they get to see your presentation?”

  “Yep, and it didn’t make a damn bit of difference. They’ll forever see me as my teenage self regardless of what I accomplish as an adult.”

  “So what are you going to do?” She plays with the hair on the side of my head and my eyes close from the sensation.

  “No idea. But I have to figure something out. I can’t let this opportunity pass me by. It’s what I’ve wanted my entire life. Maybe if I help open my own restaurant, my parents will finally think I did something with my life.”

  “You are doing something with your life. Don’t let anyone make you feel like you aren’t.”

  I never realized how good it would feel to have someone on my side other than Rod, not just to cheer me on but to pick me up when I’m down. “Thanks.”

  I give her a small smile and play with her damp hair until her breathing becomes even. Only then do I drift off to sleep.

  I wake early and slip out of bed without waking Fiona, taking a moment to study her from beside the bed before I leave the room. She’s always looked innocent to me, but when she sleeps, she looks even more tender and vulnerable. And peaceful. Gone is the weight she carries, worrying about everyone else and wondering how she can help them.