Knocked Up by Brother's Best Friend

by Amy Brent

  I placed my hand on hers and gave it a pat. “You’re fine. There’s no need to be so fidgety.” I gave a soft chuckle trying to put her at ease, but as soon as I’d made contact, she’d tensed. I’d have to get her to lighten up if I wanted myself between those thighs.

  She pulled her hand away and raked it through her hair causing it to fall out of place. “I’m not fidgety, it’s just this skirt is too short. I don’t know what I was thinking wearing it.” She kept her eyes averted to the window beside her.

  “You look stunning in it.” I couldn’t believe she owned something so nice considering what I’d seen her in the other day, but then she clarified.

  “I had to borrow it. I really don’t own many skirts or dresses for that matter.” She turned her head to the side and gave a shrug.

  “Well, you should. You certainly have the legs for it.”

  She lifted her ass and straightened the skirt beneath her, this time angling away from me. I switched lanes and focused on the road for half a second and then reached over and tucked a stray hair from her face to get her attention.

  “Do you always touch all over people?” Her face screwed up, and she rolled her eyes away shaking her head.

  “I’m comfortable with people. If you want to be in my field, you really should learn to be too.”

  “Believe me. I know my way around a body.” She held her hand up and snapped the words at me.

  I chuckled. “I’m sure you do, and I’ll keep that in mind.” I flashed a wink as she turned to me and huffed.

  “That came out wrong.” She folded her arms across her front and then gave the skirt another quick tug.

  “I’m sure it did.” I had a feeling this cold act was what most people got from her when they tried to get too close and considering her age I had my suspicions about how much experience she had, or perhaps didn’t have.

  Her head shot around, and I glanced over to see her eyes narrowed. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  “Nothing, you’re just a little ray of sunshine. I’m sure I’ve got you all wrong.” This time she tugged at her blouse.

  “It’s burning up in this car.” She leaned forward to study the controls, but couldn’t find the air.

  I reached over and turned it on with one quick movement. “Here, that should do it. I would put the top down, but you might not want your hair a mess.”

  “No thanks. I feel quite the mess already.” She tugged at the damned skirt again, and I let out a long breath.

  “It’s not going to get any longer, you know. Why do you care if I see a little bit more thigh? Consider it a payment for the free ride.” I knew the words would keep her rattled and I enjoyed the game I was playing.

  My grin widened as she gave me another hard glare. “If I had known I was going to be treated like a prostitute I would have stayed home.”

  “Or maybe you wouldn’t have dressed like one? Not that I’m complaining.” I laughed out loud at her shocked expression. “Damn, girl do you even loosen up? You’ve got to toughen up a bit.”

  “I’m not used to people to being so rude.”

  “You’ve clearly not seen many patients or visited the geriatrics ward. Some of those little old men are going to have fun with you.” The nurses had always claimed the little old men were the worst flirts.

  “I’ve seen plenty.” She lifted her chin as it daring me to challenge her confidence.

  “Have you? You have a thing for older men?”

  “See, there you go again with your dirty mind.” She rolled her eyes. “I bet your bedside manner is a sight to see.”

  “I’ve never had any complaints. And none from my patients either.” I reached over and tugged down her hem, and she pushed my hand away.

  “You’re not getting to me if that’s what you’re trying to do. I mean, you’re a good-looking man, and all and I can see why you’d normally get away such things, but I’m not one of your little cheap toys you can use for the weekend. I’ve come for one reason, and that’s to get my tuition paid.” She met me with a challenging glare.

  “When I come, it’s usually for pleasure, but maybe that’s your problem. When was the last time you did?” Her face went blank and pale as her eyes widened. “If you want to accuse me of being dirty minded, I figure I should at least play the part, especially since you don’t seem to have a sense of humor.”

  “I might laugh if you’d say something funny, but your idea of humor is dismal and might I add, quite predictable.”

  “Oh? All that shock on your face says otherwise, Harbor.” I have a feeling I’ve already gotten under that skin of yours.” Her face flashed another look of guilt as if she had a secret she wouldn’t dare admit.

  “You think every woman wants you, I bet. With your looks, you probably think you can have any woman you want too.” She lifted a shoulder and looked at the road ahead.

  “That’s the second time you’ve said I’m attractive. Careful or you’re going to make me blush.”

  “Please, like you don’t know it. Congratulations, your reputation for the hospital’s most arrogant doctor is still well intact.”

  I switched lanes and put my foot down, causing her to push back against the seat. “Now you’re just being mean.” I chuckled. If she thought all that scolding was going to turn me off, she was mistaken. I knew my reputation, and call me arrogant, but I didn’t care what anyone thought.

  “Like you don’t know how handsome you are.” She shook her head and reached down to her bag in the floorboard.

  “Of course I do. But you can keep reminding me since you’re an expert on beauty.” Her gorgeous eyes widened, and her face was red with blush behind her big glasses.

  She tucked her chin and straightened her hair. “Not all of us are so fortunate.” Her comment was so short that I realized I’d hit a nerve and hurt her feelings.

  My shoulders slumped, and I reached across to touch her cheek. “Hey, I was only kidding around and when I said that about your beauty, it was sincere. You’re a gorgeous young lady. I’m just trying to get you to loosen up and have some fun.”

  She huffed. “You think I’m gorgeous? Yeah, right, even I know I’m awkward. What I’m not is easy.”

  “Well, I happen to trust my opinions, and I feel I should warn you as well; I love a challenge.” That seemed to relax her for some reason, and I couldn’t help but wonder why. Maybe she wanted to be pursued and hoped playing hard to get would win me over. “And as for this damned skirt,” I reached down and rubbed my hand across her knee and up, pushing her skirt until I could see at least two more inches of thigh. “You may as well give up. It’s not going to cooperate.”

  She looked down at my hand and squirmed in her seat, but she didn’t push it away, so I left it in place all the way to the hotel room where I had much more in mind for the two of us.

  By the time we parked our conversation had changed tones, and she seemed much more at ease.

  “This place is amazing.” She craned her neck and looked around taking in the view. I’d chosen this hotel for its luxury suites, and I hoped she liked her room just as much.

  “I’m glad you like it.” I pulled to a stop, and after turning my baby over to the valet, I walked around to join her. She kept her fingers laced, and I could have sworn I spotted her wringing them.

  I met her eyes, and she released a long breath like just being inside the place made her nervous. “Are you okay?”

  “Yes, it’s just so amazing I’m a bit overwhelmed. I had no idea the university would spring for this nice a place.” She looked at the high ceilings and as we were led to the elevator. “Are our rooms close?” Her question caused the attendant to glance at her and grin which caused her to give me a curious shrug as we exited the elevator and walked down the hall.

  “I’ve arranged for us to be neighbors. I hope you don’t mind.” The door to her room opened, and she sounded an audible gasp and missed half of what I’d said.

  “It’s gorgeous.” I quickly sent th
e attendant away while she was busy opening doors and cabinets. She spun around. “There’s a whole other room in here.” She disappeared into my room, and I followed her in flipping on the lights.

  “This is my room. As I was saying, I took the liberty of assuring we were neighbors. What better way to keep my eye on you?”

  She turned one knee in against the other and gave me a sideward glare. “Joining rooms? It’s not like I’m going to trip over the expensive rug and bruise a chin. I don’t need a babysitter.”

  I stepped closer, keeping myself between her and her room. “Is it such a bad thing that I want you close?” Her chest rose and fell a bit more rapidly, but she didn’t change her expression.

  “I should really get a move on. I’ve got to have the procedure today. I should get out of this damned skirt.” She walked around me and headed for the door.

  “Harbor?” She stopped on the other side of her door and turned to peek as she pulled it to. “Let me know if you need any help with that.”

  Though she tucked her chin, I still caught a glimpse at her smile turning up the corners of her lips.

  Chapter 6: Harbor

  Joining rooms? Who did this guy think he was? Sure, I’d given in and let him keep his hand on mine, but I figured I’d give him the brush off after we got to our separate rooms, and besides, I needed the comfort. Today was more than a standard meeting for me. I was about to have my procedure, and the last thing I wanted to do was argue all the way there.

  I wasn’t sure how to feel about where I’d be sleeping on this trip. On the one hand, it was super flattering that someone so handsome was going through such troubles to flirt with me. On the other hand, he was being totally inappropriate. There was no way I could let things get out of hand. At least he’d never know what I’d done while thinking about him. His flirting and teasing had made me so damned nervous as it at any moment he would read my mind and know that I’d pleasured myself to him.

  I decided not to let it get to me too much and went into the bathroom to freshen up and change. I made sure the door was locked before going in so that I wouldn’t walk out to see him standing in my room bare ass naked. I wasn’t sure the man had any limitations. The thought made me heat up, and I pushed it away. I couldn’t let myself get sidetracked. We had to go to the first day of our event, and I had to get my damned device implanted. I hadn’t wanted to think about it much and kept pushing it to the back of my mind. At least I’d have a nice big bed of my own to come back to if it made me sick. The chances of that were slim, but knowing my luck, it would do a number on me.

  I tugged that damned skirt down one last time because as pretty as it was, I was never wearing it again. Courtney and Scott had told me it looked amazing and though I agreed, it hadn’t felt much like me. I should have gone for comfort over style for the drive in. Okay, and maybe I had wanted to look good for Dr. Black.

  I jumped in the shower and rinsed off, careful not to wet my hair, and when I was done, I dressed in something more comfortable. The paperwork that gave me my instructions for the procedure had recommended jeans, so I pulled on a pair of comfortable skinnies that showed off my figure. Courtney had helped me with this outfit too, and I liked it much better. She’s insisted I wear them with her favorite heels and then dared me to scuff them.

  I pulled them on and then I heard a knock at the joining door. “I’ll be right there.” I crossed the room and opened the door.

  He stood there buttoning his shirt but stopped to take me in. “I like the jeans with heels.”

  “Do you think it’s too much for where we’re going? I’ve got to have my procedure, so I want to be comfortable.”

  His eyes trailed down and then back up, lingering his gaze toward my breasts. “I think it’s fine. There will be people from all over dressed a million different ways, but you,” He stepped closer. “You’ll be the sexiest woman there.”

  “I’m going to a clinical environment. Maybe flats are more appropriate.”

  “It’s a conference center, not a hospital. You’ll be fine, trust me. You should see some of the administrators and how they dress. You’d think their trying to land their next husbands and don’t think I haven’t been hit on more times that I care to remember.”

  “You love it.” I rolled my eyes and started to step away, but he caught my arm and pulled me close.

  “I like attention well enough, but I like to give it even more, and I have to say, Harbor, you in those jeans, with those heels, you’re going to get all of my attention.” His mouth was close enough to kiss and being in his arms sent a tingle to my core.

  I wanted to capture his mouth and run my fingers through his hair and grind against him, but I couldn’t let myself go to that place, not even in my mind again.

  The pleasure I’d had dreaming of him would be nothing compared to having him against me, above, and inside me. The throbbing ache between my legs was building, and as I hitched a breath, he smiled.

  “I like the effect I have on you.” The back of his hand brushed against my cheek and then he reached and tucked another strand of hair behind my ear like he had on the drive over.

  His touches always seemed to be intimate, and I wondered if it was just me or if he acted this way with everyone. Maybe this was his game, get them alone for the weekend in a nice big hotel with a joining room and seduce them.

  He stood there with his shirt still unbuttoned and I couldn’t help but think I was right. I could barely peel my eyes away from his chest and that smile—it was a weapon, and its target was the ache at my core.

  “I’ll be ready in another ten minutes if you want to walk down together. I can help you find your area and find out which procedure I’ll be observing.”

  “You will be observing the procedure? Like when I’m getting it inserted?” I hadn’t considered the fact that he’d be around to see it done.

  “Yeah, you did read your paperwork, didn’t you? There will be a group of doctors observing the procedure as well as the Ortho-Nouveau reps.” I had read the important parts like the side effects, and the duration of the procedure, not how many people would be standing around watching it happen. The small pellet was supposed to be inserted in my hip and would be good for a whole year of birth control.

  I suddenly felt a little dizzy realizing all of the eyes that would be on me, and I lost my balance. The next thing I remember was falling into his strong arms and landing against his firm chest. “I’ll take that as a no,” he said walking me to the bed.

  My ass hit the mattress. “I thought it would be done in private and then discussed. I wasn’t aware that the entire thing would be watched by everyone attending.”

  “Well, if it helps, it won’t be everyone. They like to keep us in intimate groups so that we could discuss the procedures. Most likely it will be around twenty doctors and representatives in each group. That was why there were other volunteers. You’ll do just fine.”

  I clutched my stomach. “Will I have to undress? It said to wear pants and not a skirt.” The thought of being in a paper gown in front of an entire room of people was terrifying.

  He gave me a sympathetic smile and rubbed my arm and then brought his hand to the center of my back to soothe me. “That usually means you’ll be able to keep your top on. Don’t be worried. These people see gorgeous women all the time. If it helps I’ll make sure I’m in your group.” My eyes widened at the thought.

  “No, you don’t have to go to the trouble. I’ll be okay. I’m sure they’ll be respectful.” I knew better than to think anyone would be gawking or deliberately making me feel uncomfortable, but I hadn’t realized what I was in store for. “It just took me by surprise. I’ll be fine.”

  “Well, it may work out I’m there.” He tried to be reassuring, but the thought of being laid out naked or in whatever state they had in store for me, for everyone to see with his eyes amongst the others burning down on me didn’t make me feel any better. He had a way of looking at me that made me feel exposed enough as it
was, even fully dressed and being in the vulnerable position wasn’t going to be any easier. I got to my feet and straightened out my clothes as I walked to the mirror across the room. I soon saw his reflection standing behind me across the room.

  I gathered my hair up and gave it a twist, putting it in my usual bun and taking special care that it looked slick and perfect. Once I had it how I wanted it, he crossed the room, and his hand trailed up my back and then in one swift motion my hair fell. He’d taken the clip free of it and undid what I’d worked to make just right.

  “I beg your pardon? I happen to like my hair up.” His nerve was enough to put me on edge, and I didn’t know what to make of his back and forth. One minute he was trying to put me at ease and the next he was the one putting me on edge.

  He chuckled. “You look better with it down, besides, you’ll soon find I’m a man that gets what he wants, Harbor. Things will be a lot more fun when you figure that out.” He flashed me a wink, and I snatched the clip from his hand and set about redoing my hair.

  He stepped close and my entire body radiated from his proximity. “I’m going to take you out for a bite when we’re done. You look hungry.”

  My eyes narrowed. “You’re impossible and sorely mistaken if you think you’ll get what you want with me.” He gave a soft chuckle, and I wanted to throw the clip in his face. I couldn’t get my hair to go back how I had it, so I dropped the damned clip on the table and stormed into the bathroom.