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

by Everly Ashton

  “Your eyes light up when you talk about her. Your entire energy changes. Can’t think of the last time you looked like that except when you told me about Jacques asking you to go in with him on a new restaurant.”

  “Maybe.” I shrug, not quite comfortable bearing my soul and telling him how right he is. My feelings for Fiona scare me.

  “Now, about you getting the money to make that buy-in happen… why don’t you let me talk to the missus about whether we can co-sign for you? No promises, but I can try.”

  I shake my head before he’s finished speaking. “No way. I can’t ask you to do that. I appreciate it, but I’ll figure something out.”

  “Keane, any private lender is going to give it to you up the rear with their interest rate. Just let me see if I can make this happen for you. I believe in you. I want to help.”

  Four words—I believe in you—and they almost have me crying into my lunch. All I’ve ever wanted was for someone to believe in me. The people I want to the most—my parents—can’t seem to find it within themselves, but this man who’s like a father figure to me doesn’t hesitate to let me know he does.

  “Rod—” My voice breaks and I clear my throat. “I don’t want you to do that, but just knowing that you would means more than I can tell you.”

  He gives me a resigned sigh and pats my hand. I’ve filled him in on my relationship with my parents over the past fifteen years, so I think he understands what his offer means. At least I hope he does.

  Thirty-Two

  Fiona

  Early Sunday morning, I’m awoken by Keane trailing his finger up and down my naked spine. I groan into my pillow. The girls and I went for drinks last night at our favorite pub and he was already asleep in my bed when Marlowe and I stumbled in at two o’clock.

  “Time to wake up, sunshine,” he says in a low rumble.

  “Do I have to?” I groan. I search my sleep-fogged mind for whether we have plans today and nothing pops up. My face remains stuffed in the pillow as though the deeper I push into the plush fabric, the less chance he’ll keep waking me. “Why are you waking me so early?”

  “Because I have plans for us.” He kisses the nape of my neck.

  With another groan, I roll over to look at him. He’s already dressed, his navy-blue T-shirt bringing out the dark ocean hues of his eyes.

  “What plans?” I ask.

  “It’s a surprise. If you get up and get ready, I’ll show you.”

  “Tempting. But it’s also tempting to stay in this bed with you too.”

  He grins and his gaze scans over my body. I kicked my covers down to the bottom of the bed, revealing my skimpy tank-and-short pajama set. “Sunshine, it’s always tempting to stay in bed with you, but for the health of our relationship, we need to do other things too.”

  I stick out my bottom lip in a pout. “We can be quick. First my thing then yours.”

  I’ve almost got him. His eyelids are heavy as he licks his lips. I glance to see my bedroom door is closed, so to help matters, I reach down for the seam of my tank and lift it over my head. His nostrils flare and a fire erupts behind his gaze.

  “You don’t play fair,” he says in a gravelly voice.

  “I never said I did.”

  He flicks a nipple with the end of his tongue. I suck in a breath at the sensation as my nipples tighten. Keane continues to flick it as if it’s my clit before sucking it into his warm mouth. The entire time, his eyes lock with mine. I try my best to keep my eyes open, but the sensation becomes overwhelming and they drift closed as my back arches off the bed.

  My hands delve into his hair, but he takes my wrists and pushes them into the pillow beside my head while his mouth worships my breast. Then he trails his tongue over to my other nipple and repeats the same delicious torture. Before long, I’m panting and rubbing my thighs together, searching and pleading for relief. I push up with my wrists and Keane removes his hands, freeing them. I use my right hand to weave through his hair and push him down my body.

  “What are you doing?” he asks with a chuckle.

  “Putting myself first, like you said I should.”

  He looks at me with a wicked grin. “Ask and you shall receive.”

  Without wasting a second, he tugs my pajama shorts down my legs and tosses them over his shoulder. He spreads my thighs with his hands then leans between my legs and inhales deeply, the way I think he might if he were bending over a pot of soup at work and checking its appeal.

  It’s the single most erotic moment of my life. Maybe I should be a little embarrassed or self-conscious, but with the way he closes his eyes in satisfaction, I’m unable to gather up any self-esteem issues.

  “I don’t usually start my day with dessert, but this is an unexpected treat.” Bending, he licks me slowly from my entrance all the way to my clit, swirling his tongue around the bundle of nerves until I gasp.

  His gaze studies me the entire time. He looks like a rakish, wicked version of himself and my insides clench. Leaning in again, he concentrates on my entrance, making me squirm and needy for more. But his hands splay on my inner thighs, keeping me spread and pinned to the mattress. A slave to his desire.

  Eventually, he flattens his tongue and wiggles it back and forth. The sensation is so sensual, I move my hips as best I can to gain an ounce more friction. He continues, alternating from my clit to my entrance and back, never staying on one long enough for me to come.

  When he chuckles, it’s clear he’s teasing me on purpose. Bringing me close enough to the edge that I can see the spectacular view spread out in front of me, but not so close that I can jump off, parachute on my back.

  “Keane… please,” I beg in a breathy voice.

  “I could stay here all day. Careful what you start, Fiona.” He nips the inside of my thigh.

  “You’re making me crazy. Please let me come.”

  His gaze meets mine and those eyes, so hooded and smoldering—I might just come by staring into them. “Now how can I deny you when you ask so nicely?”

  His tongue flicks my clit, circling the swollen bud while he pushes two fingers into me, curving them so that they hit my G-spot.

  I cry out. I know I asked for this, but the sensation feels too intense. He continues on with a ferocity, intent on his goal and my body tightens, tightens… until my release comes and I’m soaring through the galaxy at the speed of light.

  The rush of my climax overtakes my body and I’m shaking and crying out as I pulse around his fingers. When I come back to the present, I’m catching my breath and Keane is still between my legs, but he’s on his knees now, licking his two fingers coated in my arousal.

  “I think I’m ready to go now,” I say between breaths.

  “Thought you might be. Either that or you’d want to go back to sleep.”

  I shake my head. “No, let’s see what you have planned.”

  “All right. Get dressed. And don’t wear anything fancy. We’re going to be outdoors.” He climbs off the mattress, opens the door, and leaves my room.

  As for me, I lie there for another minute, reliving the most intense orgasm of my life.

  Thirty-Three

  Keane

  “Just one hint?” Fiona asks for the fifth time.

  “Jeez, were you like this at Christmas when you were a kid?” I ask.

  We’re driving down a dusty country road outside of town and Fiona hasn’t let up on asking where we’re headed. It’s cute, which is why I haven’t caved and told her. But she’ll find out soon enough because we’re almost there.

  The sign for Pritchard Farms comes into view. I slow my Jeep, turning into the gravel parking lot.

  “A farm? I did not see that coming,” she says, leaning toward the window to get a better view.

  I pull into the closest parking spot and put the vehicle in park, then shift to face her. “I thought we could pick some raspberries.”

  “I love raspberries.” Her smile is wide and bright, and it sends a warm feeling shooting thro
ugh my chest because I put it there.

  “I know you do. You always have them in the fridge, and you take some to work with you every night.”

  Her head tilts. “You noticed?”

  “I notice everything you do.” I climb out of the Jeep and meet Fiona around the front. Shoving my keys in my pocket, I take her hand and entwine our fingers. “Have you ever had them fresh off the vine?”

  She shakes her head.

  “Well, you’re in for a real treat.”

  After we’ve picked the size of baskets we want and paid for them, we hop on the tractor ride with everyone else to be taken out to the fields. This farm has all kinds of different pick-your-own produce, but the raspberry fields are at the far end.

  “Have you been here before?” Fiona asks once we’re seated and being dragged by the tractor down the path between the fields.

  “Yeah, a few times. Sometimes it’s nice when you’re making a recipe to have fresh ingredients.”

  She nods while her gaze soaks in the surrounding fields. We pass the peas and the strawberries, then the blueberries and the apple and pear orchards before we make it to the raspberry section. We’re the only ones left on the tractor by the time we reach it.

  The driver turns around as we’re hopping off. “You folks can choose whatever row you want to pick in since you’re the only ones here right now. Just wait by this marker when you’re ready to be picked up.” He points at a fluorescent orange flag flying at the top of a small post.

  “Will do. Thanks.” I nod.

  “Does it matter which one we pick?” Fiona asks me.

  “Lady’s choice.”

  She studies the rows of head-high bushes then points. “This one feels lucky.”

  “I didn’t realize luck had anything to do with raspberry picking,” I say with a laugh, heading in that direction.

  “A little luck never hurt anyone,” she teases.

  “True story.”

  We walk down the row Fiona picked.

  “I didn’t realize raspberry bushes were so tall,” she says.

  “Well, shorty, is anything not tall to you?” She swats at my stomach. I’m able to see over top of the bushes, but they’re just about even with the top of her head. “They aren’t always. I think these must be pretty mature ones.”

  She nods.

  “All right. Take one off the bush and eat it. I want to see your expression.” I pick a few berries and place them in my basket.

  “Are we allowed to do that?” she asks, wide-eyed.

  I shrug. “Sure, everyone does.”

  “Doesn’t mean you should.” She raises her eyebrows.

  “Just try one of the berries, Fiona.”

  “Okay, twist my arm.” She pulls one off of the bush and pops it in her mouth, moaning in approval. “Oh my God, it’s nice and warm and so fresh. Delicious.”

  The wonder on her face causes my heart to stumble over a few beats. “Told you.”

  “Good call bringing me here.” She steps into me to give me a kiss and what starts as a couple quick pecks picks up in intensity.

  I step back from her, pushing a hand through my hair before I end up pushing her down in this field. We’d both be covered in raspberry stains when we hop back on that tractor.

  We’re picking for about twenty minutes and our baskets are almost to the rim when Fiona stops and turns to face me.

  “Keane?” The question in her voice makes me look at her. “If I wanted to do something, would you be game?”

  My forehead creases. “What do you mean?”

  “I want to return the favor.”

  I tilt my head with a questioning look. What the hell is she talking about? What favor?

  “You know—for what you did earlier.” She sets her basket on the ground and walks over to me. I’m still confused until she drops to her knees and her hands reach for my belt.

  “Here?” My head whips side to side, looking to see if there’s anyone around.

  I hadn’t noticed anyone arrive, but I wasn’t really paying attention. Not like I would’ve been had I known my girlfriend would be giving me head. I don’t see anyone, but that doesn’t mean someone else isn’t going to show up. But I’m less worried about that when she reaches in and pulls my already hardening cock from my boxer briefs.

  This is a first for us. She’s never gone down on me. Though it’s not like I haven’t imagined it three point five million times before.

  I help her by pulling down my shorts and boxers so they fall to my ankles. I’m shit outta luck if we get caught and have to make a run for it. I hold up my T-shirt so that I get a full view as she licks her lips and leans in, swirling the end of her tongue on my mushroom tip.

  Fuck, her mouth feels incredible.

  She pumps her hand up and down my hard length while she swirls her tongue around the end of my cock. The need to push into her mouth is pressing, but I control myself, letting her set the pace. Eventually she gifts me by wrapping her lips around the end of my cock and looking straight up to meet my gaze. Fuck me. How many times did I wonder what this would look and feel like? The reality is so much better than my imagination.

  She continues stroking me, pushing farther down until I reach the back of her throat. I groan in approval and sift one hand through the hair on the side of her head. My breath grows heavy as she bobs up and down my cock, and eventually, I have both hands in her hair while I flex my hips in time with her mouth.

  The noises falling out of her mouth and the way she worships my cock as though she can’t get enough spurs my balls to tighten up. I’m going to come.

  The rumble of the tractor grows closer and I painstakingly tear my eyes from Fiona to glance up. “Shit, the tractor’s headed this way and there’s people on it.”

  She mumbles something unintelligible, still sucking my cock, pushing it as far back in her throat as she can. I hold her there for a moment, looking down and loving the vision of her saliva coating my length. She locks gazes with me as I watch her, then she massages my balls just as the tractor pulls to a stop ten rows down from us.

  “I’m gonna come,” I warn in case she wants to back away.

  But she doesn’t and I spill down her throat in a moan I try my best to keep as quiet as possible. I thrust into her mouth a few times until I’m spent, then she backs away and looks up at me.

  “Fuck, you’re incredible,” I say, reaching to help her to her feet.

  Her bare legs are covered in dry dirt from the knees down, and she brushes it off while I pull up my boxer briefs and shorts and refasten my belt.

  “C’mere.” I pull her into a kiss, tasting myself on her tongue. “I have to say, you surprised me.”

  “There’s more where that came from.” She waggles her eyebrows, clearly joking.

  But I can’t help but feel that it’s the truth. This woman has so many layers and I can’t wait to discover them all.

  Thirty-Four

  Fiona

  The entire drive back home from the farm, I still can’t believe that I gave Keane head in the middle of a raspberry field. It’s not something I ever thought I’d do, but the mood struck—as it often does when Keane is around—and I rolled with it. Ever since, he’s looked at me as if he’s fascinated with me, and I can’t say I’m not enjoying the attention.

  “Are we headed back to the apartment?” I pop one of the raspberries from the basket on my lap in my mouth.

  “Since it’s not even lunch, I thought we’d make a stop on the way, if that’s okay.”

  “Are you going to tell me where or is it another surprise?”

  He smiles. “How do you feel about mini golf?”

  My immediate thought is of my dad taking my mom and me all the time when I was younger. We would have a contest, and if someone got a hole-in-one, they’d get to pick where we ate dinner. Whenever my dad and I both got holes-in-one, he’d always let me choose.

  “Fiona?”

  I blink out of the bittersweet memory. “Sorry, yeah, I
like mini golf. That sounds good.”

  “You sure?” He glances at me and I nod. “All right then, prepare to get your ass handed to you.”

  I chuckle. “Is this some hidden talent of yours I’ve never heard of?”

  He shrugs. “Maybe.”

  Keane drives us to a mini golf place not too far from our apartment. It’s dinosaur themed with a two-story T-Rex at the final hole. Once he’s paid for us and we each have our putters and ball, we head to the first hole. There’s a clump of dinosaur eggs halfway down and you need to putt through the gap in the eggs.

  “Ladies first,” Keane says, motioning to the starting area.

  I do a half curtsy and step up. I set my ball where I want it, then straighten up and practice my swing so that I don’t hit the ball too hard and send it ricocheting back at us. Once I’m ready, I hit the ball and it heads down the course, looking good at first. But the path isn’t flat, and a small half rise in the middle causes the ball to veer left and hit the base of one of the eggs.

  “Damn it,” I say, annoyed it didn’t go through.

  Keane sets down his ball. “Watch the master.”

  I chuckle and roll my eyes, backing up to give him space. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”

  He lines up his shot then hits the ball down the course. It slips through the center of the opening and around the other side, landing within six inches of the hole. I whip my head back in his direction and narrow my eyes.

  “Told you.” He pats me on the butt with his putter as he passes me. “I’ll putt out so I’m not in your way.”

  He sinks the ball in the hole, then retrieves it, giving me a self-satisfied grin while he waits off to the side for me to finish. It takes me three more strokes to get the ball in the hole.

  “I can’t help but feel like I’m being hustled,” I say while we walk to the second hole.

  “Hustling would be if I’d bet you something, played miserably, then conned you into playing me a second time and I won.”

  “True. Your loss. Who knows, I could have owed you endless sexual favors.”