Accidentally Married to Brother's Best Friend

by Sofia T Summers

  “Hey, you remember how we would have dance parties at your house?” I asked. “Tenor never wanted to go to a party in high school because he didn’t want to leave you home alone, so I’d come over and we’d just make our own party instead.”

  Lyric smiled warmly. “I remember. You and Tenor were always so good to me.”

  “He loves you and wants to look out for you. How could I say no to that?”

  I put on some songs that had been popular when we were in high school and Lyric burst out laughing. “Oh my God, I can’t believe we thought this stuff was good.”

  “Hey, don’t knock on it. I distinctly recall someone being hugely obsessed with…”

  “Oh don’t say it—”

  “You had this whole emo phase—”

  “Everyone has an emo phase!” Lyric protested.

  I changed up the music to a playlist of slow songs. I’d never had occasion to use them with anyone else, but while practicing my dancing for the wedding I’d put this playlist together so I could dance in my apartment and keep my steps fresh.

  “C’mere.” I held out my hand.

  Lyric wasn’t an idiot. She definitely noticed the shift in genre. I saw a shrewd look in her eyes as she assessed the situation.

  But then, to my relief, she smiled and accepted my hand, letting me pull her into me.

  Having her in my arms felt like my life was complete. I never wanted to stop holding her.

  I turned my head, feeling her soft hair against my cheek, inhaling her scent. “Do you think… one last time, just for old time’s sake…”

  Lyric pulled back just enough to stare up into my eyes. “Preston, why do you think I wore this dress?”

  As if I could resist an invitation like that. I sealed my mouth over hers and kissed her.

  Lyric moaned into it. She was always so receptive to me. I slid my hands greedily over her dress, the way I’d been wanting to since I’d first seen her in it. God, she was pure sin. How dare she tease me like this.

  Well, as the saying went, it was only a tease if the person didn’t intend to follow through. And I had every intention of doing that. So, it seemed, did Lyric.

  I couldn’t wait to get her naked. I gently walked her backwards to my couch, where we fell onto it, laughing a little into each other’s mouths. My bedroom was only a few more steps away, but even that felt too far. I wanted her now, I wanted her warm, soft skin underneath my hands and my mouth.

  Lyric gasped as I shoved the skirt of her dress up, squeezing her thighs. “Eager, darling?” I murmured.

  “You’re one to talk,” Lyric pointed out. “Which one of us is shoving my dress up?”

  I laughed. She was still so prickly in a way, even as she was joking with me, not at me. I loved that about her. I loved her hard edges and her snark. It made her warmth all the more wonderful.

  “You don’t get the high ground here,” I pointed out, trailing my fingertips up and down the insides of her thighs, feeling her shiver beneath me. “Not when you’re spreading your legs like that.”

  “Then make good on your promises,” Lyric shot back. “I want you to fuck me, Preston. Please.”

  I yearned for her to ask me to make love to her. In fact I almost replied that I wasn’t going to fuck her, I was going to make love to her, to drive every thought of any other man out of her head—but I didn’t want to come on too strong. Lyric still seemed to support the divorce, and I wanted to win her over without overwhelming her with my feelings.

  I kissed her instead. Lyric yanked at my clothes, trying to get them off without breaking the kiss, and I laughed into her mouth. She was simultaneously fierce and adorable.

  “Don’t mock a desperate woman,” Lyric warned, but she was laughing a little as well, finally managing to get the buttons undone on the front of my shirt.

  I decided to give her a little help. I sat up, taking off my clothes. “Let’s get you out of that pretty little dress.”

  Lyric wiggled her shoulders, which made her breasts move, showing them off. My mouth went dry. “I knew you’d like it.”

  “Somebody came here with a plan, hmm?” Hope shot through me. If she’d come here hoping to tempt me, showing herself off for me, maybe that meant she didn’t want this to end either. Maybe I had a chance to turn this into a permanent relationship.

  “Maybe.” Lyric unzipped her dress and let it fall away in front of her and I just about lost my fucking mind.

  She wasn’t wearing a bra.

  The dress must have a built-in bra, because now her gorgeous breasts were spilling out, and I couldn’t resist. I pressed her down into the couch and drew one into my mouth immediately, scraping my teeth oh so lightly against the skin around her nipple before sucking.

  Lyric shuddered. Her hands slid through my hair, then over my shoulders as if she couldn’t decide where to hold on, where to touch next. It reminded me of our first time together. I’d eaten her out, wanting to give her that guaranteed good experience—hopefully I would be reminding her of that time now.

  I sucked on her breasts, switching from one to the other, and then when I had her moaning and grinding up against my stomach, I started to move downwards. I spread her legs, taking my time slowly kissing down her body. Lyric gasped, and I could hear her realization in the sound.

  “Yeah, that’s right, darling,” I confirmed, unable to keep a grin off my face. “I’m going to have you screaming my name.”

  “Oh?” Lyric asked, even though her voice was breathy. “Big talk.”

  I didn’t make the obvious joke about what else was big—I just winked at her and then slid down between her thighs.

  Her legs. Oh, I was taking my time with those. I kissed all along the inside of her thighs, using my teeth occasionally, nipping at her skin. “Remember how I did this to you the first time?”

  Lyric nodded. Her hands slid into my hair, running her fingers through like she loved it, and I felt like a large cat, like I wanted to fucking purr. The temptation to just dive right in and rub my tongue against the flat of her clit until she came was huge, but I wasn’t going to give in. I was going to let her have this too easily. I wanted to draw this out and make her really desperate.

  I licked at the inside of her thigh and sealed my mouth over it, sucking hard, leaving a beautiful dark mark that bloomed on her pale skin. I loved it. I loved the idea of my marks on her. I started going up slowly, getting right up to her folds and nosing at them, darting my tongue out to lick at them delicately, and then moving back down again to kiss all over her thighs.

  Lyric was trembling above me, and I could feel her breathing start to become deeper, heavier, as I teased her further.

  At last, I began to lick through her folds, avoiding her clit but curling my tongue inside, working her open, getting her nice and wet and ready for my aching cock. I was so fucking hard, feeling like I was on fire inside from how much I wanted her. Lyric’s voice was starting to reach a high, desperate pitch as I worked her up. I wanted her to scream my name by the time this was over. I wanted her to remember that nobody but me could make her feel like this.

  The way she clenched around my tongue and tried to guide me with her hands in my hair was so sexy and sweet. She was clearly trying to encourage me to move faster, to really get into it and let her orgasm, but I wasn’t going to give in just yet. I’d said that I wanted her screaming my name and that wasn’t going to happen if I didn’t draw this out. I knew how her body worked, now, and she needed a little time to really reach the biggest heights. I was determined to have her mindless with pleasure.

  I moved up further, back to those luscious breasts, and kissed and sucked at them all over again until she was whimpering and crying out—and then moved back down between her legs again at last. Finally, I licked at her clit, and I was at last rewarded.

  “Preston,” Lyric moaned. “Please, please…”

  “Please what, darling?” I asked her. I was being a bit cruel, but all in service to a good cause. I kissed her sto
mach and then went back to licking at her clit before I could give her a chance to answer.

  Lyric made a delicious, helpless noise. “Preston! God, fuck, it feels—you—oh God…”

  Her voice was fucking music to my ears. I sealed my mouth over her clit and sucked, fluttering my tongue against it, finally giving her the touch she’d been craving.

  Lyric sobbed my name and came against my mouth and I grinned in pure satisfaction, feeing her shake against my lips.

  Oh, I couldn’t wait to get inside her.

  24

  Lyric

  “Gorgeous, darling,” Preston murmured, pulling away from me as the last pieces of my orgasm subsided. The bastard had been teasing me for what felt like years, lavishing attention to my breasts and my thighs but avoiding where I’d feel best, where I wanted him.

  Talk about gorgeous. Preston was hovering over me, his skin gleaming in the warm lighting, and God, his muscles. It made my mouth dry. I wanted to kiss every inch of him—if only I could stop shaking from the high of my climax.

  And it had been an even more amazing climax because he’d drawn it out, damn him.

  I reached up and slid my hands over his chest, his stomach, his ribs, down and then back up again, reveling in this gorgeous man and his smiles and his body, his talented tongue, in the feeling that all of this was mine—at least for tonight. God, I wanted it to be for more than just tonight. Maybe—maybe this could be the start of something? Maybe this didn’t have to be the end after all?

  Preston drew me to him, kissing me passionately. It felt like he was trying to tell me something without words. I wasn’t sure what it was, but I did know what I hoped it was—that he was feeling the same way that I was. That he wanted more from this, too.

  I kissed him over and over, pouring all the hopes that I had into each one, scared to say anything out loud but praying that he heard and understood me all the same. Preston’s hands slid down my body, squeezing, indulging, like he couldn’t stop touching me. I reveled in it.

  “Please,” I whispered against his lips. He seemed to love it when I got vocal and begged him. “Please get inside me.”

  “Yes, darling.” Oh, I loved when he called me that. “Anything.”

  I spread my legs for him and took his throbbing cock in my hand, loving the way it was so hot and silky in my palm, stroking it a few times just to get it all slick and ready for me. I was pretty damn slick myself, wet all over, melting with anticipation.

  God, I wanted him inside of me so badly, right now.

  Preston swung his leg over my hip, lifting my other leg up and wrapping it around his waist, and slid into me. I gasped, my head falling back. He made me feel so full, so stretched, and I loved it. It always overwhelmed me. I never wanted to stop feeling overcome by this.

  By now, we knew each other’s bodies well enough, it all felt so much better. It was so much stronger, the two of us knowing what we had to do, what the other one liked. Preston’s thrusts inside of me were that perfect depth and length, hard and not too fast, getting all the way into me, his hips slapping obscenely against mine as he buried himself into me over and over.

  I could barely hear the sound of our bodies moving together over the gasping together as we moved. It felt not so much like he was moving in me as I was responding—more like we were just moving together, understanding what we were doing together. I slid my hands over his back and arms, feeling the glorious movement of muscles under his skin, tugging on his lip playfully with my teeth.

  Preston groaned and thrust into me harder, finding that perfect angle that scraped up right against my clit from the inside, hitting the spot that had me seeing stars. I gasped, exposing my throat, and Preston immediately latched onto it, sucking right against the spot where my pulse beat a frantic staccato.

  Fuck. I couldn’t possibly hold on after that. I came a second time and clenched hard around Preston, wanting to feel him coming inside of me, wanting him to follow me over the edge. Preston groaned, gasping, and thrust into me messily.

  I urged him on with kisses, peppering them all over his face, letting him lose control inside of me until he came.

  God, it felt good. And hopefully it was just the start of the evening. Once more for old time’s sake, sure. But I wanted to stay the whole night.

  Preston pulled away from me, pushing some of my hair back out of my face. He had a look of such fondness when he looked at me, it made my heart skip. “Amazing.”

  I could feel my face heating up. “Yes.”

  Preston’s fingers moved down across my cheek until he was cupping it. “You don’t have to leave just yet.”

  Thank God. “I don’t want to.”

  The moment hung between us, soft and suspended, until Preston pulled back. “You can use my shower to clean up, if you want. I’ll get us some wine. We can relax. See… where the rest of the night takes us?”

  Yes. I wanted that.

  A nice, hot shower gave me the chance to gather my thoughts. And Preston’s shower was extremely nice. I could easily see myself getting spoiled if I lived in this apartment.

  Did I want to live in a place like this? With Preston? My heart beat wildly at the thought. Under the warm spray of the shower, all of the romance that I’d thought I’d been feeling before seemed less possible. If Preston wanted us to be a couple, then he would’ve said something, right? He wouldn’t have just left things with the divorce, he would’ve said that he wanted us to be a couple… wouldn’t he?

  My heart was all in knots. I didn’t regret sleeping with him but I just—I wanted so much more. I didn’t want this to be goodbye.

  I showered quickly, as if I could scrub my stupid feelings away the same as I scrubbed off sweat. Preston didn’t want me like that. He was a good guy and he was into me sexually but if he’d wanted more surely he would’ve said so by now, right?

  Getting out of the shower, I grabbed a fluffy bathrobe that was hanging on the back of the door. I wasn’t going to bother squeezing into my dress again, not when we’d probably have more sex after this glass of wine. I dried my hair off but it was still shower-damp as I exited the bathroom. “Hey, Preston, did you open a red or a wh—”

  I froze.

  Tenor was standing right in front of the door to Preston’s apartment that led in from the elevator. He gaped at me. Preston was standing in front of him, looking a bit startled.

  Without another word, Tenor turned and punched Preston right in the jaw.

  Preston fell to the floor and I screamed instinctively. “What the fuck are you doing here!?”

  “I could ask you the same thing! What the fuck are you doing here!?”

  “I asked first!” The classic sibling rebuttal.

  Tenor was fuming. “I had Celtics tickets, enjoyed the game a bit too much in the alcohol department, so I thought Preston would let me crash here. He always does, the doorman knows me. Except tonight, he’s clearly too fucking busy banging my sister!”

  Fury rose up in me. Tenor and I both had our tempers. “So your solution was to punch him. Real mature. Get downstairs, I’ll drive you home.”

  “But—”

  I drew myself up. Tenor was my older brother and he’d done a lot of looking out for me, but I’d also done a lot of looking out for him as he’d gotten older and made mistakes. “Get downstairs Tenor. Now.”

  Tenor glared at me but exited to get back into the elevator. I hurried to the kitchen and got Preston a bag of frozen peas from his freezer. “I’ll take care of him. Just… make sure it doesn’t swell.”

  Preston nodded at me. “You going to be okay?”

  No. I didn’t want to deal with my brother. I wanted to spend the night with Preston. I wanted to be with Preston. But what I wanted wasn’t a priority right now. “I’m fine. This sibling talk was a long time coming.”

  Preston squeezed my hand reassuringly, and then I went down to meet Tenor.

  It was an extremely uncomfortable car ride back to Amherst. Thank God I’d taken the tra
in into Boston, I could grab my car from my place in the morning to come back to Boston to get my stuff from the hotel.

  Tenor was, not surprisingly, furious. But so was I. “You’re fucking drunk,” I snapped when he tried to go on a tirade. “I don’t want to hear it, Tenor. When you’re sober tomorrow you’ll be calmer and we can talk about this.”

  “How could you two do that to me?”

  “What, how could two consenting adults who reconnected later in life decide to have sex? Gee, bro, you want me to get out a PowerPoint presentation for you?”

  “Preston’s my best friend. You’ve ruined everything.”

  I scoffed. “If Preston sleeping with me is going to be what ruins your friendship then your friendship wasn’t all that strong in the first place. Has Preston ever been a jackass to any girl he’s slept with? Has he talked to you about his… conquests?”

  Part of this was to prove a point to Tenor, and part of this was that I wanted to know. If Preston talked shit about all the people he slept with, then maybe I had been right all those years ago in thinking he started the rumor. But if he didn’t…

  “No.” Tenor looked defeated. “He’s never—he’s always a fuckin’ gentleman.”

  Relief flooded me. Then Preston wasn’t to blame for spreading those rumors, like he’d told me. “Then you can trust he was a gentleman with me.”

  Feeling magnanimous, I reached out to grab Tenor’s hand. “Hey. Nothing that happens between Preston and me will ruin my relationship with you, or your friendship with Preston. We both love you too much to let that happen. We’ve always thought about you and how this would affect you, okay? You don’t have to worry.”

  Tenor looked a little wary, still, but the corner of his mouth turned upwards. “Okay.”

  I smiled.

  25

  Preston

  So that was… awkward, last night. Definitely not how I’d wanted things to end.