My Best Friend's Ex: A New Adult College Romance (Beta Brothers #1)

by Hazel Kelly

  His expression was serious when he popped his head around the door again. “Okay,” he said, reaching for my hand. “You can come in now.”

  I laid my fingers across his and let him lead me inside the dim space, gasping when I realized how much he’d transformed it. It didn’t even look like a room in a frat house anymore. Instead, it felt like a honeymoon suite at a romantic hotel.

  For starters, there were candles everywhere, and I mean everywhere. On the tiered bookcase, along his desk, on the window sills and both bedside tables. And he’d arranged them in tasteful clusters so the warm glow felt sexy instead of séancey.

  “Wow,” I said, admiring the way the yellow light splashed against the wall around his bed. “I thought you were just picking up dirty boxers and wet towels.”

  He laughed and stepped up behind me, slipping his hands around my waist.

  “Is that incense I smell?”

  “Yeah,” he said. “I burned it in here a few times this week so the smell of frat house and fresh paint wouldn’t remind you of your first time.”

  His hands floated over my hips as I turned around and looked up at him. “It’s magic, Logan.”

  “My Zippo did all the heavy lifting, but it’s sweet of you to say that.”

  “I can’t believe you did this for me.”

  “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you, Zo. This is nothing.”

  “It’s everything,” I said. “You’ve thought of everything.”

  “There is one more surprise.”

  I raised my eyebrows.

  He tore himself away and walked over to his stereo, flicking it on and setting his fingers on the volume dial so Marvin Gaye’s voice seeped out like melted butter.

  I laughed. “‘Let’s Get It On’? Real subtle.”

  “To be fair, subtlety hasn’t exactly been the theme of the evening.”

  “True.”

  “Besides,” he said. “I couldn’t not put this on Zoey’s Sexy First Time Mix.”

  “You made a playlist for me?”

  He nodded. “Thought you might like to have a souvenir that would last longer than, I don’t know, my handprint on your ass, for example.”

  I rolled my eyes.

  “Come here.”

  I walked over to him, intoxicated by the smell and the music and the dreamy lighting.

  “I meant to ask if you wanted a drink.”

  “I’m sure I’ll need one after,” I said. “For now I just want you.”

  A shy smile pricked one of his cheeks, but his face grew serious again when he leaned down to kiss me, kindling the fire that was already burning in my belly. By the time he slipped his tongue in my mouth, the warmth had spread to my chest and forehead and back.

  “I’m nervous,” I admitted against his lips.

  “Don’t be,” he said, pushing the soft sleeves of my dress down over my shoulders. “You’re in good hands.”

  “I know.” I flicked my eyes up at him as my fingers trembled along the buttons of his shirt.

  He kissed me again, this time more deeply, and as soon as his shirt fell open, I ran my hands down his chest, his abs tensing at my touch. He dragged my soft dress down to my waist, concentrating as if he were unwrapping a present. When I pushed it over my hips, his eyes flickered across my skin like candlelight, and I heard him exhale as it fell to the ground around my feet.

  “You’re a fucking goddess Zoey Petersen.”

  I reached up and pushed his shirt off his strong shoulders, the hard curves of his muscles smooth against my palms. Touching him felt so good I couldn’t stop, and I watched my hands wander down his toned chest again, taking my time over the chiseled ripples of his stomach. “You’re not so bad yourself,” I said when my fingers reached his belt buckle.

  His eyes ate up every inch of me before looking down to where I was attempting to free him. “Does this mean you don’t wanna just dry hump tonight?”

  “Good one,” I said, shooting him a look as I undid his belt.

  “Lie down,” he said, his hands taking the place of mine.

  “You don’t want my help?” I asked. “You’re still wearing so many clothes.”

  “Lie down.”

  I stepped backwards until my thighs hit the bed and then climbed up and sat on my knees.

  He kept his eyes on me as he unzipped his jeans.

  I swallowed, unable to keep my eyes from dropping to the V of his hips that led straight to his boxers.

  “Take off your bra,” he said.

  I lifted my gaze and watched him as I did it, noticing that his jaw clenched the moment I freed my breasts. “What is this? Regular poker downstairs and strip poker upstairs?”

  He laughed. “Something tells me this tournament is going to have more winners.” He stepped forward and reached for me, but I swatted his hand away. “Not so fast,” I said, nodding towards his pants. “Finish what you started there.”

  “Tough taskmaster,” he joked, pulling them down more suddenly than I was expecting.

  My pussy clenched when I saw his hard-on spring from his pants and point straight at me.

  He caught me ogling after he stepped out of his jeans.

  “It’s as big as last time,” I whispered, feeling like I had to say something for how bad I got caught staring.

  “Bigger,” he said. “Trust me.”

  I struggled for breath as he stepped forward and lifted my chin, enticing me to rise up on my knees as he closed the space between us. The length of his swollen cock crushed against my stomach, and I could feel it throbbing against my bare skin.

  “This is how deep I’m going to bury myself inside you,” he said, his eyes on mine. “I’m going to be so deep you won’t have air in your lungs or thoughts in your head. You’ll be full of my desire for you and nothing else, do you understand?”

  “Yes,” I whispered.

  My need for him became a sharp ache as he crawled over me, his chest muscles flexing above me as I scooted towards the head of the bed. When I finally lay back, he kissed my mouth again and squeezed my breasts in his hand, my hot flesh bulging between his fingertips.

  “It’s so hard to take my time with you,” he said, his lips dropping to my neck. “I want you all at once in every way I can imagine.”

  I closed my eyes and focused on the way his lips felt against my pulse, my collarbone, my chest.

  He was teasing one of my nipples with his teeth and tongue when he began sliding my panties down my legs, and when the tips of his fingers found my seam, my whole body trembled with my breath.

  “I need you wetter,” he growled. “So much wetter.” He pulled my underwear past my ankles and pushed my legs apart, forgetting the gentleness with which he’d gotten to that point.

  I braced myself against the bed as I watched his broad shoulders drop between my legs.

  When his tongue found my swollen bud a second later, I gushed instantly, my desire like hot lava as it flowed towards his lips and coated his deft fingertips.

  I moaned when he shoved them inside me, his tongue lapping at my clit with such rhythmic intensity my eyes began to water.

  His fingers pressed places so deep it felt like he was juicing me from within, and soon I was so wet I could hear him feasting on me.

  “Oh god,” I breathed, waves of heat building inside me. “That’s too good.”

  He sucked my bud, his tongue splashing in my slit’s silky mess.

  “Inside,” I begged. “Please, I want you inside me.”

  He stopped licking me senseless and wiped his mouth across my mound.

  I fought for my breath as he pulled his fingers from me. “God, Logan, that was incredible,” I said, raising my head just in time to catch him coating his dick with my silk.

  He kept his eyes on me as he stroked himself, every part of his face and body looking rock solid.

  I licked my lips at the raw sexiness of it. Not only did he look intimidatingly hot stroking his own cock between my legs, but the fact that he was s
lathering me over him clouded my head with lust. “Please,” I said again. “I need you inside me.”

  He crawled over me, the soft glow of the surrounding candlelight bouncing off his strong shoulders. I thought he might ask if I was ready, maybe give me some sort of countdown, but he did it all with his eyes, searching mine as he traced my opening with his swollen head.

  I bit my lip and kept my eyes on his, clinging to them like buoys in a dark sea as he pushed the tip of his dick inside me. My body clenched around him so tight I was sure he’d never fit. Yet when he sank further, I stretched around him. He paused until I nodded before sinking deeper again, forcing me open an inch at a time.

  “You okay?” he asked.

  I nodded, but when he fed me more, I felt a sharp pressure in my stomach that made me lightheaded and every part of me clamped up.

  “Relax,” he whispered.

  My lips formed a small circle and I exhaled, relaxing my forehead and retracting my nails from where I’d dug them into his arms. And then, finally, I felt his body sink all the way into mine, and I felt full to the fucking brim as promised.

  He stared down at me, his face flinching subtly as I tensed around him. “You okay?”

  “Yeah,” I said, feeling positively impaled. “You?”

  “Fucking fantastic, thanks for asking.”

  I laughed, and my whole body tightened around him in a way that felt absolutely insane.

  “You feel amazing, Zo,” he said, his face furrowing as he shifted his weight and dropped to his elbows.

  “Thanks. You don’t feel so bad yourself.”

  “Are you ready for me to move a little bit?”

  I shook my head. “No. Can you just hold it right there for a second?”

  “Sure,” he said. “Whatever you want… however you want it.”

  “This is perfect,” I said. “This is everything.”

  But little did I know, it was only the beginning.

  F O R T Y S I X

  - Logan -

  Being with Zoey like this was a dream come true. No, it was better than a dream. It was…

  Right. Just right. She felt right. We felt right. I felt right, in a way I never had before. As if every trying moment of my life up to now was worth it to get to this point.

  I got the girl, and she was worth the wait, and the way she was looking up at me was everything I ever wanted. I couldn’t even describe it.

  All I knew was that what I saw in her eyes fulfilled me in a way that nothing else had ever had, and for the first time in my life, I felt like I was exactly where I was supposed to be, doing exactly what I was supposed to do, with exactly the right person.

  It was like having wings or a winning lottery ticket, but better. It was as if the blurry vision I had of my future before then had suddenly come into focus, and it was her. It was Zoey.

  And boy did she feel good. Like way too fucking good. Like so good I was worried I might bust in a second if I started thrusting, and it took some serious Jedi mind tricks to calm down and regain control of my runaway pleasure.

  “Don’t freak out,” she said, her body choking me like crazy. “But I’m kind of freaking out.”

  My brow furrowed.

  “In a good way,” she said. “Don’t get me wrong. I’m just kind of… overwhelmed.”

  “That’s understandable.”

  “I didn’t think you would feel this…”

  I turned an ear towards her.

  “Enormous.”

  I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing. “Saying shit like that is only going to make it bigger.”

  “Oh shit, maybe I should say the opposite then. Maybe I should say it’s really s-”

  “Don’t you dare.”

  “But I’m afraid to move.”

  “So don’t,” I said, sliding a hand down her thigh and pulling the back of her knee up to bend her leg. I pinned it under my arm and drove deeper, her eyes rolling back as she moaned. “How’s that?” I asked, cocking my hips back slightly before sliding through her hot silk again.

  “That’s good,” she said, her grip on my arms relaxing with every thrust. “Really good.”

  Her soft moans spurred me on, but I, too, needed to take it slow. She was so tight I could barely hold it together every time I buried myself deep, and the way she shuddered beneath me was such a turn-on I felt intoxicated in a way that felt wild and unfamiliar.

  After a few more slow thrusts, I rolled onto my side, keeping her bent leg tucked under my arm so she rolled with me.

  Her eyelids were heavy as she looked at me from the other side of the pillow. “I want to stay like this forever,” she said, trailing her fingertips across my cheekbone.

  I leaned forward and kissed her, loving the way she held my face so she could kiss me more deeply, the way she ran her tongue against mine so she could taste herself.

  She smiled against my lips, and I couldn’t help but smile, too, as I reached between her legs to rub her clit against my cock, causing her to moan in my mouth and drop her hand from my face.

  I kept the pressure on until she arched her back and breathed my name before answering her with slow thrusts. She was so beautiful when she let go, her perfect breasts arching towards the ceiling as I worked her.

  “I’m going to come,” she whispered, panting through parted lips.

  I wondered if I should withhold her orgasm to drag out the fun, but the look of anticipation on her face told me that she was ready, that she wanted it, and I was determined to reward her surrender.

  “Yes,” she said, as her clit began to buzz against my fingers.

  “Come for me,” I said, starving to feel her release.

  “I’m coming,” she warned again, rolling her head towards me and opening her eyes. “Logan.”

  I looked from her wet lips to her desperate eyes as her pussy throbbed around my every inch.

  “I’m coming,” she repeated, only this time it was barely a whisper.

  My dick massaged her pulsing insides as my fingers furiously worked her clit, and a second later, a pained expression twisted her face, giving way to a full-body spasm that was so intense it set me off. I rolled over her again, watching her come as I burst deep inside her, meeting her orgasm with mine.

  And I swear there were fucking stars in her eyes when we came together. It couldn’t have just been the candles around us. It was more than that. It was the whole expanding universe. My whole expanding universe.

  I collapsed on top of her, curling my head towards her neck so I could inhale her sweet scent.

  She dragged her nails over my back, and every hair on my body stood up, giving me chills that felt crazy considering every part of my body was on fire. Then she hugged me tight, her bare, hot skin against mine, and it felt so right. No room between us for any bullshit, any reasons we shouldn’t be together. Just skin on skin. Me on her.

  Oh shit, I’m probably crushing her.

  I rolled onto my side, staying inside her to enjoy the way our mixing pleasure felt pouring down my satisfied cock, and she smiled at me.

  It was a lazy, happy smile, free of pretense or worry or strain, and I couldn’t believe I made her smile like that. I’d never been prouder of anything in my life, and for ages I just lay there beaming at her with her sexy body wrapped around me.

  “So,” she said finally, candlelight bouncing off her gorgeous curves.

  “So,” I said. “What did you think?”

  “I think I need more practice.”

  I laughed. “You were great.”

  “No, you were great. I just sort of lay there.”

  I reached behind me and grabbed my comforter, folding it over us.

  “I can do better.” She used her leg to pull herself closer. “I just… when you got so deep inside me like that I forgot how to think and that I even had arms and legs.”

  A smile tugged at my lips. “That good, huh?”

  She nodded. “Seriously, good. Like, you felt so good I forgot you�
��re supposed to move around when you do it.”

  “You’re supposed to do it however you want.”

  “Well, next time I want to be more helpful, instead of making you do all the work.”

  “Trust me,” I said, pulling her close. “Your body was working overtime.”

  She clenched around me, and by the look on her face when it happened, it was deliberate.

  “Seems it still is,” I said, bucking my hips.

  “So you think I have what it takes to be dynamite?”

  “What’s with the self-doubt? That was nothing short of explosive.”

  “I know,” she said. “But I want to be good for you.”

  “You’re already great for me, Zo. If you were any better for me, I wouldn’t be able to last long enough to make you come.”

  “Thanks,” she said. “But I’m not so naive as to think I can’t improve at something I’ve only done once.”

  Her stubbornness was so cute, as was the fact that she still seemed oblivious to how much she turned me on. “Not to worry,” I said. “I’m sure you’ll be an expert by tomorrow morning.”

  Her eyes popped wide. “You mean we can practice again tonight?”

  “We can do whatever you want,” I said. “Though I gotta be honest, I think I preferred the code word eat steak to practice.”

  Her mouth twisted. “Yeah. I suppose you already know what you’re doing, so we should come up with a code word that works for both of us.”

  “Ideally.”

  “How about Big Logan’s Big O Lessons?”

  I laughed. “That might be a bit transparent, but I can’t say I hate it.”

  “Thanks.”

  I pushed some hair out of her face and held her cheek.

  “Not just for saying you’ll eat steak with me some more but for being so good with me just now when I was nervous.”

  “There was nothing to be nervous about.”

  “I know that now, but after waiting so long, I was worried it might not be as good as I hoped or that I might not be good.”

  “It was great,” I said. “You were great. And it’s going to be great next time, too. And the time after that.”

  She put her hand over mine and pressed it to her cheek. “I really like you, Logan.”