Don't Stand So Close: A Brother's Best Friend Romance

by Luxe, Eva

  I turned my attention back to the field where the teams were running out. Jacob was third from the front, and he looked good. He was in peak condition, and the team relied on him now for the wins. In the past year, he had become a true Shark, and he was loved and adored by fans and players alike.

  Markus Spears had been traded to the New York Tiger, and we hadn’t heard from him again unless it was about game stats. Jacob’s past had been buried under his successes and our relationship. Sure, there would be days when it resurfaced again. Your past was never just in your past when you were famous. But, it didn’t haunt him anymore, and it didn’t affect his present. What more could a man ask for?

  The game went well and by halftime, the score was forty-seven to fifteen. They were going to steamroll these Stallions right back to Denver.

  Jacob walked onto the field before the halftime entertainment started and a spotlight zeroed in on him.

  “What’s happening?” I asked Kyle.

  He only shrugged at me, but he was smiling.

  “Kina and Kyle Peterson, please come down to the field,” Jacob said, his voice booming over the loudspeakers.

  “What is this?” I asked.

  Kyle shrugged. “I don’t know, but I guess we better get going. The world is watching.”

  I swallowed hard and followed Kyle through the corridors that eventually led us to the tunnel that opened onto the field. When Jacob saw me, he grinned. I thought being in front of all these people would be intimidating, but the lights were so bright, I hardly saw them. I could only hear their roar when we walked out onto the field.

  “First,” Jacob said. “I want to award Kyle with this team jersey.”

  He held up a team jersey with his name and number on it and the crowd when while. Kyle clapped Jacob on the back and accepted the jersey, pulling it on. He turned around and pointed at the number and the crowds went wild.

  “Why did you keep this secret from me?” I asked Jacob.

  He grinned at me. “You’ll see, babe.”

  He pressed the mic to his lips again and music started playing over the sound system. For a moment, I thought he was going to start singing, but then he dropped to one knee.

  “Oh, my God,” I said, clapping my hands to my mouth. The crowds roared.

  “Kina Peterson, love of my life,” Jacob said into the mic. “Will you marry me?” He held out a velvet box.

  The whole world was watching. The stadium was full and cameras all over the world were trained on my face. This was the most elaborate proposal I had ever heard of. And I knew exactly what to say.

  I grabbed the mic from Jacob. “Yes!”

  The crowd exploded, and it was like thunder. Jacob took the ring out of the box and slid it onto my finger. The diamond was so big, it was almost overkill. Almost, but not quite. I was laughing and crying at the same time, and Jacob got to his feet to pull me against him. He spun me around, dipped me, and kissed me.

  When he planted me back on my feet, I was giddy with happiness, dizzy with the dip. Kyle looked at me, grinning from ear to ear.

  “You knew about this,” I said.

  Kyle laughed and nodded. “And I’m more than happy to have gained a brother,” he said.

  He gave Jacob a man hug, the two men clapping each other on the backs.

  “My sweetheart, I have to get back to winning this game,” Jacob said, pulling me against him again. “But I will see you afterward, and we will seal the deal.”

  He winked at me.

  When we left the field, the crowd was still going mad. I made my way to our seats, feeling like I was walking on air.

  Brian and Sadie, and Hanson and Lacey, came over to congratulate us. Liam was with them, babbling up a storm.

  “I can tell you’re so happy,” Lacey said, as she hugged me.

  “Yes!” I told her. “I never knew falling in love could be so great.”

  “See?” she asked. “I told you so. You should listen to your best friend more often.”

  “Yes, I really should,” I agreed.

  The Sharks won. The score was ridiculous, they were so far ahead. They could have called the game halfway through; it was pointless for the Stallions to even try to catch up.

  “I’m going home,” Kyle said. “I have work in the morning, and I’m tired.”

  I nodded and hugged my brother.

  “Congratulations, sis,” Kyle said. “I’m so happy for you. Jacob’s a great guy.”

  I smiled and thanked him. Jacob really was the best guy.

  I made my way down to the locker room where the boys were getting showered and dressed after their game. I waited outside. One by one, the men came out. They all congratulated me, hugging me, kissing me on the cheek. It felt like we were one big family.

  When Jacob didn’t show, I knocked on the locker room door and opened it.

  “There you are,” I said and stepped in. Jacob was the only one left. I reached for the door and locked it.

  Jacob grinned at me, noticing what I’d did.

  “I was looking for you,” I said.

  I walked to him and kissed him. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close for a deep kiss. He was freshly showered and smelled like soap and clean clothes. I felt his erection against my hip. I reached between our bodies and stroked him, rubbing my hand up and down his shaft.

  Jacob made a growling noise at the back of his throat. And pulled my shirt up roughly, pulling down the cup of my bra and exposing my breast. He took my nipple into his mouth and sucked on it, grazing me lightly with his teeth. I gasped and tipped my head back.

  While he sucked on me, his fingers pushed into my pants, and he started working them over my hips. He was getting me naked, and I liked it. Jacob had to step back to finish the job. My pants were on my knees, and I pulled his down in front, pulling out his dick.

  I ran my hand up and down it a few times, jacking him off. He groaned, his pupils dilated.

  When he reached between my legs, we could both tell how wet I was. Lust overtook him, and Jacob guided me backward until my back hit the wall. I kicked off my shoes while he put on a condom.

  My pants pulled off my leg as I lifted it and Jacob wrapped his hand around my thigh. He pinned me against the wall with his body, his cock against my pussy. I helped him to my entrance with my hand, and he pushed into me.

  I cried out when he did.

  Jacob didn’t start slow, easing me into it. Instead, he pounded into me right away. He fucked me hard, and it was quick and dirty. I loved it when it was like this. Later, he would take me home, and we would make love, but for now, he wanted to fuck me, and I wanted him to claim every inch of me.

  I gasped and moaned as he fucked me. He looked me in the eye as he pounded into me, and my orgasm started to grow. I tried to keep it down, but it was hard not to moan and cry out as he penetrated me. The tiles in the locker room and showers didn’t help, either. The sounds of our sex echoed through the large space.

  It didn’t matter now, though. If someone heard us, found us out, all that would prove was that we loved each other very much and celebrated our engagement in style. This wasn’t a scandal at all.

  I stopped thinking when pleasure washed through my body. An orgasm followed, clenching all my muscles, and I cried out, grabbing Jacob’s shirt in my fists, holding onto him. Jacob orgasmed, too. He emptied himself inside me as I came undone against his body. We orgasmed together, and the connection we made every time we did this was more intense than ever. And it would only get more so.

  When I finally calmed down and the orgasm subsided, Jacob pulled out with a grunt. He let my leg down, and I pulled up my pants, fixing what he’d messed up. He fixed his pants, too.

  He kissed me, holding my chin with his thumb and his forefinger.

  “Let’s go home, baby,” he said. “I want to finish what I started.”

  I nodded. Jacob picked up his bag and held out his hand. I ducked under his arm and put my arm around his body. I unlocked the door wi
th my free and together, arm in arm we headed out into the bright light that was our future.

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  Chapter 1 – Hanson

  There were so many hot women up in here. From the sad-eyed, impatient-looking chicks who had to wait in line because they didn’t have a connection to let them in ahead of all the rest of the poor saps, to the cocktail waitresses dancing on the bar to the bachelorette party attenders shaking their asses on the dance floor in celebration of their BFF’s final night of freedom, I couldn’t even keep up with the number of amazingly stunning women all around me. This was my perfect idea of a Friday night.

  The White Room was the kind of night club the who’s who of Miami went to. Situated in Mid-Beach, the glamorous club was part of the Fontainebleau Hotel and a hot spot for famous folk and VIP regulars. I went there all the time. If I was going to get wasted, I was going to do it in style.

  Did it cost a lot of money? Hell yeah. But as the Safety for the Florida Sharks Football team— at least, when my ass wasn’t suspended— I had enough cash to get fucked-off-my-face drunk without blinking at my bill at the end of the night.

  The venue, the service, and the music was the shit, and that’s why hot women from all over came to the club. If there was anything that made me a happy man, it was a woman in a dress that left very little to the imagination.

  Tonight, the club was packed. It consisted of a huge dance floor with banquet booths on the bottom floor, stairs that descended from the doors so you could scope out whoever came in, and sky boxes on the second floor that looked out over the dance floor. Sky boxes were reserved for VIPs like us, so that’s where we were hanging out tonight, just like all the other nights we came here.

  I leaned on the chrome railing and looked out over the crowd with a glass of expensive whiskey in my hand. The music throbbed like a racing pulse, and bodies writhed to the beat. The air smelled of sweat and lust, an intoxicating combination.

  “Man, it’s good to kick back,” Brian said, splayed out on one of the white leather couches. “I swear that last game fucked me up. I’m aching all over.”

  “Is your face hurting?” I couldn’t help the smirk lifting my lip. I loved dicking around with Brian. He was too easy sometimes.

  “Fuck you too.” He rolled his eyes and chuckled. “My face is not hurting, and it’s not killing you. All these women around here are looking at me, idiot. You know this.”

  I shrugged and sipped my whiskey. He was an idiot, but I would keep him around. I turned a little as my back ached. He was bent over thanks to the last game; I was just sore from a shitty night of sleep.

  Getting hurt in the game was an occupational hazard. Brian McMurry was the Running Back for the Sharks. He was good at what he did and a fan favorite. He was also my best friend. We had played for the Hurricanes together before we’d been selected for the team, and if there was anyone I would turn to in a crisis, it was Brian.

  “How long until you’re back in action?” Brian asked. “You must be losing your shit not playing for so long.”

  I nodded. “Losing my shit” was an accurate description. Not playing drove me crazy, but I had to deal with it. Life was all about the choices you made.

  “Two more games,” I said, rolling my shoulders. “Then I’m back.”

  I turned toward Brian and sat down, too. Brian sipped a glass of soda water like a teetotaler. He had training in the morning. The Sharks started at six, and we had to “Focus-Listen-Learn,” as the signage above the door to the training facility reminded us. It was hard to do that when you had so much alcohol in your system the world spun when you stood still.

  I would know. While I was off, though, I could drink as much as I wanted to, but that wasn’t much of a benefit, considering the serious trouble I was in with the team.

  Being suspended wasn’t a joke. I would rather play and be sober most of the time than wasted and watching my team on television.

  “Thanks for saving my ass,” Brian said. “You know, for taking the fall.”

  I waved my hand dismissively. “Don’t sweat it. Really.”

  Brian nodded, but I could see the tightness in his shoulders. He didn’t want anyone doing anything for him. We were the same in that way.

  “You’re talking to Coach on Wednesday?” he asked.

  I nodded. Wednesday was the day Coach had asked me to come in to talk about my public image. My suspension for driving under the influence had been tacked on to the bottom of a whole list of infractions, mostly to do with women. I had to clean my act up a little if I wanted to show my face in public again.

  I wasn’t looking forward to it. I understood my suspension. I made my choice on that, and I would live with the consequences. But I didn’t want to give up the women. Being with whoever I wanted, whenever I wanted, didn’t affect my game. In fact, I had a theory that the more sexually satisfied I was, the better I played. It was an opinion that Coach didn’t share.

  Coach Rudi Thompson was the kind of man that put everything into his players. The game was as important to us as it was to him. He lived vicariously through us, being unable to play anymore himself.

  “When you talk to Coach, remember where he’s coming from,” Brian said.

  His mind had evidently been on the same train of thought as mine.

  I shook my head. “I know what you’re going to say, and I don’t want to hear it,” I said. “It’s not Wednesday yet, and we’re here to have fun. Remember? Quit thinking about football for a minute. I’m going to go down there and find us each a girl.”

  Brian chuckled. “I’m not going to stick around long enough for that.”

  I shook my head. “Don’t be a dick. I know you want to get some tonight. It’s the best remedy for aching bones.”

  Brian shook his head. “I don’t think that’s a proven medical fact.”

  I laughed and left the sky box, making my way to the dance floor. I shimmied up against a couple of girls, leaning in close so they could hear me over the music. Scantily clad bodies rubbed up against me, the music pulsed in my veins, and I wanted to get good and horizontal with one of them tonight.

  Even if we stayed vertical, like up against a wall or something, it would do.

  Two women were eager to come back with me. I only had to mention the words “sky box” and “single friend,” and they were good to go. They knew I looked familiar. Most girls didn’t really do football. But those magic words were enough for them.

  “Brian,” I said, walking into the box with my find. “This is Carina and Sacha. Ladies, meet my friend, Brian.”

  I sat down, and the brunette, Carina, joined me. Sacha was a platinum blonde and parked herself next to Brian.

  “Evening, ladies,” Brian said, glancing at me with a grin. I knew what he was thinking: I knew just how to pick them, and not in a bad way.

  The women were eager. Carina pressed herself up against me so I felt her body, slender with huge tits that couldn’t be real. I preferred natural breasts and some meat on their bones but Car
ina was hot and I wouldn't throw her out of bed— or off the wall, or wherever it was we'd end up having sex tonight.

  Brian’s hot date was doing something similar, pressing herself so close to him that she couldn’t get any closer, short of climbing onto his lap. I put my hand on Carina’s bare leg. Her skirt was so short it was more like a long shirt.

  “What do you say we go to a room?” I asked Carina. Her mouth was on my neck, riling me up. I looked toward Brian, who was still just talking to Sacha. “I’m sure there’s a room next door you can use, Brian.”

  Brian shook his head and leaned forward to put down his glass. He peeled himself away from Sacha.

  “I’m sorry to disappoint, guys, but I have to get going. I have training in the morning.” He got up and lifted his hands to the air, forcing the girl back further.

  “Can’t you stay just a little longer?” Sacha asked. She scissored her legs together and leaned back, pushing out her chest. She wanted it bad.

  I got up and ran my hand over my chest as I eyeballed her. She was something to look at, but most of the women who hung out around us were. Too bad they were female players just like we were male players.

  In fact, judging from the eager way they came with me and took me up on my threesome offer, I was pretty sure they played the field just as much as I did. Not that I was complaining. I wasn’t looking to take a knee for proposal reasons, or hand out a ring, anytime soon.

  “Come on,” I said to Brian. “You’re going to leave me when it really counts? Some teammate you are.”

  The girls laughed.

  “I’m sure you can handle it,” Brian said and winked at me. “I’ll talk to you later.”

  I gave Brian a look.

  “You’re a swell friend, you know that?” I was being sarcastic, not that he couldn’t tell by the tone of my voice. Asshat.

  Brian laughed and clapped me on the shoulder before he left the box, shaking his head. I sighed and turned to the women. Sacha was pouting on the couch.

  “Do you still want to go to that room?” Carina asked in a seductive voice, sashaying toward me.