My Best Friend's Brother

by Candy Gray

  “You wouldn’t want to do it every day?” I asked.

  “I mean, I’d have to quit my job obviously.”

  “How do you feel about that?”

  “About no longer being the general manager of a restaurant? Count me in,” she said, giggling.

  “Fine. I will.”

  “What?” she asked.

  “Count you in. Whenever you want to come by and talk to Mac, he’s ready to go over the terms and conditions of your first season.”

  “Sarah, what are you saying?” she asked.

  “I’m saying, if you want to quit your job and come be a co-host full time, then do it,” I said.

  Her eyes lit up as everyone around us started taking pictures. Emma lurched from the hands of the pedicurist and threw her arms around my neck, pulling me close as she laughed with joy. She held me for what seemed like ages, and I could feel her shoulders shaking with delightful anticipation. I pulled back and saw her eyes filled to the brim with tears of happiness, and I swiped them away before I placed a kiss on her cheek.

  “Welcome to ‘Does This Affect Dallas?’. It’s going to be a whirlwind of a ride,” I said.

  We got our toes done and decided to get manicures, and by the time we walked out of there, it was past dinnertime. Emma started driving us back to my apartment, but then she diverted last minute and turned us around.

  “Where are we going?” I asked.

  “I’m starving. And I’m sure you probably don’t have any decent food at your place. So, a restaurant it is.”

  She had a point. I spent so much of my time either with Mason or out in the city that I didn’t do a ton of grocery shopping. I usually had a bottle of wine stocked along with some nonperishables in the pantry, but the only thing I kept in my fridge were juices and eggs.

  We pulled up to The Soufflé Salon, and I looked down at my clothes. I was in a pair of dark-wash jeans and a top that fell off my shoulder on a good day. I looked back up at all the people filing in, with their little black dresses and their glistening jewelry, and I shot a look over at Emma as she scrambled out of the car.

  “Just come on. I’m starving, okay?”

  I climbed out of the car and hurried to her as we crossed the road. I had no fucking clue why she was bringing us to one of the most upscale restaurants in town, but I guess when the stomach wants a soufflé, this really is the only place to go. We walked in and the hostess greeted us with a wide smile, but instead of asking us how many were dining in, she simply started walking back into the restaurant.

  And Emma followed.

  “You coming?” she asked.

  I had no idea what was going on, but as we moved through the restaurant, I could feel everyone’s eyes on me. We dumped into a private room as the hostess held out her arm to usher us in, and it was filled with people I knew. Mac and the producers. Angie and her daughter. Tony Thomas who stood by a woman I’d come to know over the past year.

  Mason’s mother, with her shining smile and her stature that had tacked on twenty pounds since she was found to be in remission eight months ago.

  Then, the crowd parted as Mason stood there in a beautiful pinstriped tuxedo, and all I could do was hold my breath as he approached me.

  “What’s going on, Mason?” I asked.

  And still, without a word, he got down on one knee.

  “Oh, holy shit,” I said breathlessly.

  “Sarah Williams, I have loved you since the day I first had you. Since that first night in my home where you came over and gave in to me, I found myself lost in you.”

  “Mason, what are you doing?” I asked, whispering.

  “You have been the single greatest force in my life. You are the person who convinced me to open our new headquarters in Dallas. You are the one who convinced me to open up the new security branch of the company. You, Sarah Williams, are single-handedly responsible for my success and happiness over the past year.”

  “Mason,” I said. “I look like shit.”

  “There is never a moment I’ve ever seen you where you look anything other than ravishing. Breathtaking. Exquisite. There isn’t a moment where I hear your voice that I don’t melt right into my shoes. Your touch is the only thing that calms me down after a harsh day, and you are the only person in my life who has ever been a constant source of encouragement. Even at my lowest, there are nothing but kind words from you before you start in on a plan to fix things, and that is just one facet of the many things that pull me to you time and time again.”

  “I love you so much,” I said.

  I watched him reach into his pocket as he pulled out a small red box. He popped it open and displayed for me a ring. A beautiful, shining ring that forced a tear down my cheek. I reached my fingertips out to it and danced around its beauty as everyone’s eyes were on us. But right then, it was only me and the man I loved.

  “Sarah Williams, there isn’t another moment that I want to spend with you that harbors the risk of me losing you. I don’t want to live another second of my life wondering if you’ll be there when I wake up. From the moment I first told you I loved you, I knew I was looking at the woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. Sarah… my beloved moon and stars… will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”

  Tears rushed down my face as I slowly sank to my knees. His eyes were hooked onto mine as my hands cupped his cheeks. I scooted toward him, feeling his hands settle on my hips, but the moment my lips meet his, I felt his arms wrap around my back.

  The crowd held onto their breaths as I pulled back and smiled.

  “Yes,” I said breathlessly. “I will marry you, Mason Baker.”

  The crowd erupted into cheers as Mason slid the ring onto my finger. I buried my face in my hands while he pulled me back against his body, shielding me from the commotion as he landed kiss after kiss on my neck. I heard waiters and waitresses filing in with trays of food as everyone sat down in their respective seats, but I stayed where I was, kneeling on the ground with the only man I’d ever loved while he held me tightly in his grasp.

  “Are you hungry?” he asked.

  “Starving,” I said, whispering.

  “Then why don’t we get you some food?”

  “My God, I can’t believe I looked like this while you proposed to me.”

  His finger crooked underneath my chin and raised my gaze to his before we slowly stood to our feet.

  “There is nothing about this moment that isn’t perfect. Including what you’re wearing,” he said. “But, if you really care about it, there’s a dress I picked out for you in the restroom if you’d like to go change.”

  I breathed a sigh of relief as I planted a kiss on his cheek. I scurried off to the bathroom to get changed, but as I pulled all the clothes from my body, I heard the door to the bathroom open.

  Then, I heard it close.

  Then, I heard it lock.

  I smirked as the bathroom stall door slowly swung open. Mason was staring at me hotly, his eyes taking in my naked form as his bowtie sat undone around his neck. His hands undid the buckle of his belt while his eyes devoured my naked skin, and soon, I was being hiked up the wall with his thrusts into my body while I tried to muffle my moans into his tuxedo jacket.

  My body ached for him, and his cock throbbed against my walls. My legs clung to him tighter than they’d ever had before. Our lips were everywhere while my hands mangled his hair, and I could feel us quickly approaching our end as I coated his cock with my juices.

  We came together, swallowing each other’s groans as his cock filled me to the brim with his thick spurts of cum. He held me there, pinned between himself and the wall, his lips trailing down along my neck. He kissed, and he sucked, allowing me time to catch my breath before I got my feet back on the floor.

  “Well that was familiar,” I said, grinning.

  “Did you enjoy it?” he asked.

  “I always enjoy giving my body over to you,” I said.

  “Do you think they miss us out there?” h
e asked.

  “I think they’ll eventually notice both of us are gone,” I said, giggling.

  “Are you happy?” he asked. “Really, truly happy?”

  I looked up into his eyes and saw the doubt still swimming around in them. After a year’s worth of press, of resituating our lives, of rekindling relationships with family members and of blossoming both our businesses, he was still hesitant about the decisions he was making.

  Like at any moment, I’d walk out that door and never come back.

  “There isn’t a word in any language spoken on this earth that encompasses how happy I am with you,” I said.

  The smile that bloomed across his cheeks was one I would remember for the rest of my life.

  “Now, if you don’t mind, I’m extremely hungry,” I said.

  “Just make sure you save room for dessert,” he said, winking.

  “Oh, Mason. You should know me by now,” I said as my hand reached down and cupped his sopping wet cock.

  “I always have room for dessert.”

  The groan that left his lips was nothing short of salacious, and my touch would leave a memory for him that would follow him all through dinner. We pieced ourselves back together and went to sit down, savoring the food we once had during that infamous day when the world found out about us.

  They knew we loved one another before even we did, and as we shared in the joy of our next step with everyone we loved, I thought about how things always come full circle.

  His mother laughing at his side. Emma giggling at mine. Our friends and family members enjoying the best French food in Dallas while we celebrated a future we had yet to carve out for ourselves. I took the hand of the woman who was going to be my new co-host and the hand of the man I’d pledged myself to, and I brought them both to my lips for a kiss.

  A kiss that conveyed more thanks and more love than I could’ve ever spoken to them.

  I finally had the family I’d always wanted, and somehow, I knew things were going to be all right.

  ***End of First Story***

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  A Note from the Author

  Thank you for reading ‘MY BEST FRIEND’S BROTHER’ I hope you enjoyed it. If you did, may I ask you to write a review please? It would mean the world to me. Reviews are very important and allow me to keep writing books that you love to read.

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  A Dad’s Best Friend Romance

  Chapter 1

  Gage

  Snow trickled down steadily from the thick grey clouds above. Warm candle light spilled through the kitchen and dining room. Shadows danced along the walls. The heater kicked on to combat the chill clinging to the air, but not down here. Not with Amber standing in front of me, dressed in a pair of skintight, maroon-colored leggings and a tight, long-sleeved shirt that hugged her breasts perfectly. Her blonde and wavy hair was pulled up in a messy bun on top of her head, and strands of hair framed her pale face.

  Candle light flickered in her blue eyes that were shimmering with desire. I swallowed thickly as she took a slow and deliberate step towards me. Within a matter of seconds, things would change. I wouldn’t be straddling that line of wanting Amber, my best friend’s adult daughter, in my bed. It wouldn’t be a long-desired fantasy any longer. Everything would change.

  I couldn’t think straight, even if I wanted to. My skin tightened around muscles and bone, making it hard to shift without pain. Blood rushed down in a southerly direction. My cock hardened with anticipation when Amber’s full red lips parted to inhale sharply.

  “You’re beautiful,” I said, and the roughness in my voice wasn’t surprising. I was trying desperately to hold my breath to keep control over the rage of lust in me. “So beautiful, Amber. You have no fucking idea how beautiful you are.”

  “Thank you,” she whispered. “Gage, please.”

  Those two little words nearly unhinged me. The desire in Amber’s eyes was bright and flickering, no longer murky behind other emotions. She took another step to close the gap between us. The first brush of her soft hands against mine sent electric jolts up my arms. She gently coaxed my hands to rest on the fullness of her hips. A shiver went up my spine when her fingers traced the veins up my arms before resting on the curve of my shoulders.

  Her body was thrumming with energy. I could feel it radiating off her in waves, and my own body was soaking it up eagerly. It felt right, too fucking right with Amber’s delicate, but strong body pressing up against my own. There was nothing naïve about her touch as her fingers slid down to rest on my upper chest, bunching the fabric of my shirt there.

  “Are you sure about this?” I asked quietly.

  My own fingers started to trace the curve of her hips through the soft cotton fabric of her leggings. They rolled seamlessly underneath my touch.

  Rapid breaths escaped Amber’s lips as her chest heaved. My own heart was pounding furiously against my ribcage. I couldn’t breathe easily, either, against the tension bubbling between us.

  “Of course, I am,” she murmured, gripping the fabric of my shirt tightly. “I’ve wanted you for so long, Gage. You have no idea.”

  I groaned inwardly at that confession. “How long?”

  “Since I was a sophomore in high school.” Her lips curved up into a smile. “Do you remember the summer barbecues my dad used to do?”

  Summer barbecues in Colorado Springs at the Roselyn house were one of the few memories I had over the past ten years that were full of life and happiness, outside of my daughter. I nodded affirmatively.

  “I don’t know how to explain it,” Amber whispered. “But I just felt things for you then that never went away. You had taken off your shirt to jump into the swimming pool, and I kept thinking how sexy you were. How any woman would be lucky to experience that in their bed every single night.”

  My eyes slipped closed when Amber’s hands slid up to trace the muscles in my neck. Her fingers buried into the strands of my hair, massaging my scalp expertly. She was trying to ease the tension out of me, to get me to cave in.

  Which was working. I could feel my resolve starting to crumble, fast and hard. It took all my strength to not snag her up into my arms to kiss her senselessly. Ethan was sound asleep on the couch with a blanket tucked around him securely behind Amber, while Lily slept in the adjacent couch with her favorite blanket. I couldn’t risk waking one of the kids up to see us wrapped up in one another. They had been through enough.

  “Amber,” I warned.

  “Shh.” She placed a finger on my lips. “Come back upstairs, Gage. I’m telling you that I want you, that I have wanted you for a very long time. Don’t question it.”

  “I just want to make sure that you know what will happen.” I caught her eyes then. “What it will do if we go through with this.”

  A frown tugged at her lips. “You’re implying that what we feel for one another is a bad thing.”

  “Because that’s how others will see it. Your dad—”

  “Do me a favor, and don’t mention my dad. He doesn’t have control over who I want, or who I want to be with.” A fire filled Amber’s eyes then. “I’m twenty-five years old. I’m an adult who is capable of making decisions when it comes to life and sex. And I want you, Gage. Only you. You’re the only man I have ever wanted.”
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  She grasped my hand, drawing it away from her hip, and tugged me in the direction of the stairs. My legs followed without hesitation, despite the war raging in my head. My heart and cock were already set on having Amber. There was no denying the stiff erection pressed uncomfortably against the band of my jeans, begging to be released.

  This was my best friend’s daughter. I had watched her grow up into a young and beautiful woman over the years. When had things shifted? I couldn’t recall the time when I no longer looked at Amber as the young teenage girl with braces and innocent smile. All I could focus on was the firm curve of Amber’s ass cheeks that were on full display while I followed her up the stairs.