Accidentally Married to Brother's Best Friend

by Sofia T Summers

  Preston held up a hand like he was swearing an oath in court. “I promise that I will not be using this tradition as a nefarious and underhanded way to smear cake on your face.”

  “Ah ha, but that suggests you can find other ways to smear cake on my face that aren’t underhanded, nefarious, or using this tradition.”

  “Excellent loophole observation. I guess you’ll just have to trust me.”

  “Trust you? When pranks are involved?” I scoffed. “I learned my lesson when I was ten.”

  Preston got a nostalgic look on his face. “Yeah, Tenor and I would play a lot of pranks on you.”

  I flipped him off.

  Preston handed me a fork and a slice of cake. “I promise though, I won’t smash it in your face. At least not this time. There’s a lot of cake here.”

  Well, that was as good of a promise as any. I scooped off a bite with my fork and guided it towards Preston’s mouth while he did the same for me.

  I managed to get the bite of cake Preston offered me—oh holy shit that was delicious—but when Preston took his bite, some of the frosting got smeared on his mouth.

  “You did that on purpose,” I accused.

  “Did what?”

  I pointed at his face. “You’ve got frosting.”

  Preston chuckled. “I swear it wasn’t on purpose.” He reached up to wipe it away but only got some of it.

  “No, you still have…” I got impatient and reached out, wiping away the remaining frosting with my thumb.

  Light sparked in Preston’s gaze and he took my wrist gently in his hand, holding it in place as he turned his face and sucked my thumb into his mouth.

  His tongue flicked against the pad of my thumb, and I couldn’t help but remember how that same tongue had done that to my clit all those years ago, and to my nipple just earlier today. He’d sucked on my skin all over my body then, just as he was sucking on my thumb now.

  My breath caught, heat simmering inside of my chest. I pulled my thumb back out of his mouth, trying to keep what I was feeling from showing on my face. I focused back in on my own piece. “Maybe we should just feed ourselves regularly.”

  Preston’s eyes darkened a little, and not in the way they got when he was turned on—more like he was a bit disappointed. “Of course.”

  We ate in silence. It wasn’t uncomfortable. But it wasn’t fully relaxed, either. I could feel the tension seeping into me, building low in my stomach. My thumb seemed to burn, like it was branded by Preston’s touch. Every time he glanced at me I could feel it against my skin like fingertips and I had to work hard not to look back.

  He still wanted me. I could feel it—not that it was all that hard to figure out. I stood by what I’d said earlier: the two of us could never work out. Even if Preston had changed since that night five years ago (and I was starting to worry that I believed he had), that didn’t change the circumstances.

  He’d sounded sincere when he’d apologized. And he’d looked genuinely upset and concerned upon hearing my story.

  Maybe we couldn’t work in the real world. But this wasn’t the real world. This was… something else. This strange pocket world, removed from everything else. Like we were in limbo.

  We finished up eating and got ready for bed in relative silence. I could feel Preston’s eyes on my back every time I turned away from him. Not like he was checking me out—more like he just couldn’t stop staring at me.

  If anything was going to happen, I thought, I would have to be the one who made the move. I was the one who’d said I hated him, I was the one who was reluctant about all of this. Preston wasn’t going to do anything if I didn’t.

  Should I do something?

  I wanted to. I’d had arousal simmering in the pit of my stomach for hours now. I’d never had sex like I did with him. Preston made me feel like I was flying, like I was falling to pieces, and I craved more of it. I couldn’t help myself.

  Well… this entire wedding had turned into a mess. Everything that could go wrong, had. And who was going to have to deal with all of it and clean up that mess? Me.

  So why not let myself indulge a little? Why not let myself have something that I wanted? Why not get something enjoyable out of all of this?

  Preston climbed into bed on his side, putting a pillow in between us. The responsible thing would be to air out one of the other rooms, sheets or no sheets, but…

  I climbed into bed with him and straddled him.

  Preston’s eyes went wide. “Lyric?”

  He felt so warm and solid beneath me, spreading my thighs wide. I couldn’t wait to feel his cock swelling underneath me, against me.

  “I know what I said earlier and I stand by it. We won’t work in the long term.” I slid my hands over my body, indulging in the feeling of touching myself, and I saw Preston’s eyes darken. “But… we want each other. And we’re stuck here. So why not… just for now, get something good out of this situation? Enjoy each other the way we want?”

  Preston’s hands tentatively landed on my hips. “We could… do that.”

  “We’ll part ways after this,” I confirmed. “This all ends when we leave here.”

  Preston nodded, his hands stroking lightly up and down my sides. I wasn’t sure he was even aware that he was doing it. “Agreed.”

  I sighed with relief and lowered myself onto him, kissing him.

  It felt like finally drinking water after a long day of feeling parched. Preston immediately held onto me harder, kissing me with fervor. It felt like he’d been holding himself back all day and the ropes holding him back had finally snapped. He nipped at my lip, playful, his hands sliding up underneath the shirt I’d stolen to use as my night wear.

  Beneath me, I could feel him starting to get hard. Fuck, he was going to put his cock inside me soon. I could remember it throbbing in me and started to get wet in anticipation. I wanted him inside of me, that thick cock making me feel like I was split in half. God, yes.

  My hips rolled of their own accord, dragging our bodies together, and Preston groaned into my mouth. “Tease.”

  “Oh? You think that’s teasing?” I rolled my hips some more and pulled back so that he couldn’t kiss me. Preston tried to reach up, to drag me back down, but I dodged his attempts.

  Preston groaned again, thrusting up against me. Oh, yes, yes, the perfect drag of his clothed cock against my folds, against my clit, was everything.

  “Oh, yeah, look at you.” Preston tugged at the shirt. “That’s it, you really are desperate aren’t you, huh? Go ahead, darling, rub that needy little pussy all over me. Get yourself off.”

  It was so hot to hear him say that, to hear him talking dirty to me. I rocked my hips harder, thrusting against that perfect, rough friction, sparks flying all over my body.

  Preston undid the buttons of the shirt I was wearing, nearly ripping it open in his haste. “Let me see those beautiful breasts of yours, darling.”

  He reached his hands up, squeezing my breasts, flicking his thumb over my nipples. Oh, God, that felt so good.

  “Fuckin’ gorgeous,” Preston murmured. He kept touching my breasts like he couldn’t help himself. It only amplified the pleasure I was feeling.

  Fuck, I was so close, so close—just a few—a few more—

  I moaned and came, shaking. Oh, fuck, yes. That felt so good.

  Preston chuckled, apparently not caring that I’d just ruined his pants with my slick. His cock, still deliciously hard, was peeking out of the waistband now. It was such a teasing glimpse. I licked my lips, hungry.

  “You want me to fuck you?” Preston asked, as if he knew the answer.

  Actually…

  “No,” I told him, sliding away.

  Preston looked stricken, like he thought I might actually just leave him like this now that I had gotten my orgasm.

  Then I drew his cock out of his pajama pants and winked at him.

  “I think I’d rather blow you.”

  15

  Preston

  The
image of Lyric writhing on top of me, against my cock, her luscious breasts in my hands as she whined and gasped her way to orgasm—that was possibly the hottest thing I had ever seen or experienced. The helpless little ah, ah, ah noises she’d made as she’d ground against me were going to star in my fantasies for years to come.

  But then she’d told me she wanted to blow me, and I nearly came on the spot. Holy fuck.

  My cock jumped in her hand, leaking, and Lyric looked pleased that I was so turned on by what she was saying.

  Had she ever given a blowjob? I didn’t know her sexual history. Surely, she’d been with other people since me—but then, I’d thought that she must’ve had sex before the party, and I’d been wrong then, so who knew?

  Either way, I didn’t care. Whether she had a ton of experience or none at all, all that mattered was that it was Lyric.

  Lyric settled herself between my legs, tugging my pants out of the way, and took a firm hold of the base of my cock. She licked her way up my cock, all over, like it was a lollipop. Getting it nice and slick for her mouth. My body jolted all over every time she put her tongue on a different part of my cock. I tried to stay still, but it was hard when she was lapping at me like a kitten with cream.

  I threaded a hand through her thick hair, tugging slightly. “Lyric…”

  “Shhh.” She sucked at the underside of my cock and I couldn’t hold in my moan. God fucking fuck yes.

  Lyric moved lower, fondling my balls in her hand, rolling them around like she was testing how they felt, what my reaction was. She tugged lightly and Jesus fuck. I felt like I was on fire in the best way. My legs were shaking.

  With a vixen’s smirk, Lyric finally bent down and began to suck on my cock.

  She didn’t take it in all the way, just the head in her mouth, but oh, God, that was plenty. It felt so good. I hadn’t had time to even find someone to hook up with, I’d been so busy with work. I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d had sex. And this was—just—holy shit.

  Lyric took her time, slowly working more and more of my cock into her mouth. Occasionally she pulled off and would lick at my cock, when she felt my balls drawing tight in her hand and knew I was close to coming.

  “This is—what I get for—calling you a tease, isn’t it?” I asked.

  “What on earth would give you that idea?” Lyric asked, pulling away from my cock again and then slowly drawing her finger up the thick vein on the underside.

  Jesus Christ. “C’mon, darling, please.”

  Lyric gave me a cheeky grin. “Well. Since you asked so nicely…”

  She swallowed my cock, almost all the way to the base, and I groaned long and loud. My eyes rolled back into my head, my vision blurring, and I tugged ferociously on her hair. Lyric hollowed out her mouth and sucked, determined. Fuck. I couldn’t hold back, I couldn’t—I was going to—

  I tried to tug Lyric off, but she stubbornly kept her mouth around my cock, drawing back until just the head was in her mouth and then swallowing as I came. Some of it leaked out, white streaks staining the corner of her mouth and sliding down her chin.

  My body gave another weak jolt of pleasure at the sight. Holy shit.

  Lyric swallowed, then licked my cock clean, and wiped her mouth off with the back of her hand. “I’ll go get some tissues,” she said, looking far too pleased with herself.

  I watched her go get them and come back, admiring her body, the way it moved, the gorgeous silhouette of her.

  Once we were all cleaned up, Lyric dropped right off to sleep, her head tucked against my shoulder. I feared she’d object if I held her, but she didn’t say anything, and I just focused on the weight of her in my arms as I let my mind drift.

  She was so beautiful. Of course, that wasn’t the only reason I was attracted to her. Lyric’s personality was just as attractive to me as her looks. She was so stubborn and determined, so capable, and so confident. I wanted to keep getting to know her. I wanted to see the woman that she’d become, now that our age difference didn’t matter as much and we were on more even ground.

  If I could make up for how I’d hurt her, that is.

  Whether I’d meant to or not, somehow, I’d ended up helping to hurt her while we were at Amherst together. I hadn’t heard about those rumors and so I hadn’t stopped them, and that had meant it’d given people the impression I agreed with them. My silence had only helped add fuel to the fire.

  On top of that—well, the snowstorm sure wasn’t my fault. That wasn’t anybody’s fault. But it hadn’t helped after all the other annoying shit that this wedding had been. And… okay, if I hadn’t volunteered to bring her up here, she probably wouldn’t have gotten stuck in this mansion, either. She could’ve been down in town with everyone else, doing damage control on the wedding the way that she’d been hired to do, instead of being stuck here panicking that she was going to be fired.

  I clearly had a lot to make up for. And I wanted the chance to do it.

  Lyric said that we were only going to be like this while we were stuck in this mansion. But I didn’t want this to end. My lingering guilt about Tenor, and how he might feel, hadn’t gone away. I would have to deal with that. But I could… work around that. If I could convince Lyric to give me a chance…

  I fell asleep thinking about it. Hoping.

  At first, I wasn’t sure if the beeping I was hearing and the low rumbling underneath it was a dream, or my imagination, or actually real. It was like I could hear it but I didn’t understand what it meant.

  Then I woke up further and I realized that it was real, very real, and I opened my eyes, blinking.

  Across the bed on the side table was a digital clock. It had been off last night, but now glowing green letters stared back at me. The power was back on. Outside, I could hear the beeping and rumbling—and finally put two and two together. Snow plows. The snow was getting cleared.

  Lyric was still asleep in my arms. I couldn’t blame her. She’d had an exhausting time with this wedding and all the stress of being stuck up here couldn’t have helped. I liked to think that our sex’d had something to do with putting her into such a deep and restful sleep.

  Damn it. I didn’t want to wake her up. Partially because she looked so fucking cute like this, sleeping peacefully. Partially because the moment she woke up, she’d want to get out of here and this whole thing between us would end.

  I was sure that I could convince her to give me a chance if we spent some more time together, but now I wouldn’t get that. We were going to part ways and Lyric would be all-too-glad to see the back of me.

  But it was only delaying the inevitable to lie here and watch her sleep. She’d wake up soon enough, so I might as well face the damn music now. I gently shook her awake, resisting the urge to kiss slowly up her shoulder and wake her that way.

  “Lyric.”

  She stirred, rolling over a little to blink up at me. She looked at me with a softer expression than I’d expected, and my heart melted a bit. I wanted her to look at me with even more softness than that—the softness that I was sure was leaking out of my eyes even as I tried to hide it.

  My friends would lose their minds laughing at me if they knew what a fucking sap I was—and for this woman that I’d only spent a few days with, a woman I hadn’t seen in five years. But I couldn’t help how I felt.

  It’s just that you never got closure, my mind told me. You’re infatuated, that’s all.

  I sure hoped that was the case. I wanted to believe it was true. If this was just an infatuation, then I’d be over her in just a few days. Once we weren’t in front of each other anymore, I’d realize just how foolish and stupid and young I was being. And if this was the closure I’d needed, well, there we were. Ta-da.

  “The snow plows are here,” I explained. “And the power’s back on.”

  Lyric’s eyes went wide as she took in that information, and then she was out of bed like she’d been shot out of a cannon.

  I watched, a bit amused, as she dashed
around to get ready. My stomach twisted. She was so eager to get out of here—and to get away from me.

  You fucking idiot. You really thought she’d feel the same way you did?

  What drew me to Lyric was how driven and hardworking she was, just like me. She was competitive and stubborn, and I loved it. But I should’ve known those traits would also work against me.

  “We should head to the hotel,” I told her, gathering up my things and putting them all back into the suitcase. I wondered if anyone was going to want the rest of the wedding cake. I’d kind of been looking forward to the two of us having it all to ourselves.

  “Everyone’s going to be frantic.” Lyric was back in full wedding planner mode, brushing her hair and staring at herself in the mirror wide-eyed—probably worried about all the yelling people would be doing at her.

  “Nobody’s going to be mean to you, or blame you,” I said firmly. “Or they’ll have to answer to me.”

  Lyric nodded, swallowing hard, and set down the hair brush. “Thank you.”

  I forced myself to smile, as if I, too, was excited to get off this mountain. “Of course.”

  16

  Lyric

  At first, the only thing I could think about was how Bree was about to tear me a new one. I had to get ready, get dressed, look presentable, prepare for the damage control. I had no idea how everyone had handled being stuck in town, or perhaps even stuck in the airport, for a few days. I had to be ready.

  There was no way I was doing another wedding after this. As I’d told Preston, they brought in a lot of revenue and were dependable sources of income for my business. But after this huge mess? No way. No way! I just couldn’t do it. There were far better events that I could spend my time handling.

  But then as I got ready for the day, trying to make myself look professional so that I could deal with this mess… I couldn’t help but keep glancing over at Preston.

  As stupid as it sounded, I didn’t want to leave just yet.