How to Steal Your Best Friend's Fiancé (How to Rom Com Series Book 2)

by London Casey

  “Will you wear nothing but a guitar?” I asked.

  “I’d rather just wear you,” she said.

  I shut my eyes and gritted my teeth.

  Fuck, forever was going to be amazing with her, wasn’t it?

  Epilogue

  (Emily)

  “Is this for real?” Carla asked as she looked around the stone walled apartment.

  “It’s real,” I said.

  “And it’s ours?” Faye asked.

  “For now,” I said. “I mean, unless we can’t pay the rent. I got us a deal.”

  “How?” Carla asked. “This is a fuck place.”

  “A what?” I asked.

  “You fucked someone to get this place,” she said.

  “I hope not… my brother-in-law got us this place.”

  “Oh, kinky,” Faye said. “You fucked your brother-in-law?”

  “No!” I yelled. “Dan has some deal with the building. Everything is paid up for six months. The walls are all stone and basically soundproof. We can do whatever we want. I figured we would just leave it all open like this. Throw some blankets and pillows down, you know? I was looking into that foam stuff to put on the walls for the sound and vocals… I mean, if we wanted to record music too.”

  “Robin is going to lose her mind,” Faye said.

  “About that,” I said. “I kind of texted her.”

  “You did?” Carla asked.

  A second later, there was a knock at the door.

  When I opened it, Robin stood there.

  I let out a cry and looked at her stomach.

  “Don’t say it,” she said. “If one more person says I popped I will scream.”

  “You look beautiful,” I said. “You’re glowing, Robin.”

  “Thanks,” she said.

  She came into the apartment.

  Faye cheered for Robin’s belly.

  Carla…

  “You popped,” she said. “I don’t care. I’ll say it. And, hey, how’s pregnancy sex?”

  “Good to see you too, Carla,” Robin said.

  “Listen,” I said. “I want the four of us to be here. In this. We have a chance to write music and record it. If it sounds good enough, Ernie said he has friends that can get us into a real studio. Robin should be part of it.”

  “I can’t do shows,” she said. “Or I shouldn’t do shows.”

  “You tell us what you want to do,” I said. “I just don’t want you left out.”

  “Look at how fucking cool this woman is,” Faye said. “She gets us a free apartment. Her super-hot guy does everything to make sure we can record stuff. And her first instinct is to call Robin.”

  “That’s why we love her,” Carla said.

  “This is pretty cool,” Robin said. “I could use time out of the apartment. Fritz won’t stop talking about all the ways the baby can get hurt. He wants to put metal bars over the windows. I think he thinks the baby is going to come out and just start walking. Or sticking its tongue into an outlet…”

  “Tell him to stick his tongue somewhere and shut up,” Carla said.

  “I second that,” Faye said.

  “I third it,” I said.

  “Emily, you wild one,” Carla said. “Please tell me you have the hottest guy in the world and his tongue is like a built-in sex toy…”

  “I hate you,” Faye said.

  “What?” I asked. “Dozer doesn’t…”

  “He does,” Faye said. “But, you know, it’s like… color in the lines, dude… you know?”

  “No,” I said.

  “He licks my legs,” Faye said. “My clit is not at my inner thigh.”

  “You poor thing,” Carla said. “I’ll get you one of those pointers… or a laser pen. You can just point to your clit.”

  “Maybe he’ll act like a cat to the laser pen,” Robin said. “Attack where the red dot is…”

  I snorted and laughed so hard I had to sit down.

  All I pictured was Dozer - this gigantic hulk of muscle - prancing on all fours like a cat, with his ass in the air, wiggling, chasing a laser pointer around.

  We all ended up on the floor laughing.

  I suggested we sing something.

  Robin said she was hungry for pizza.

  And none of us were going to argue with a pregnant woman.

  (Liam)

  “Someone’s at the door,” Emily whispered.

  “Then come,” I said.

  I dipped my mouth back to her tender clit and suckled.

  Emily arched her back and groaned.

  I heard the knocking too and I didn’t really care.

  It couldn’t have been anyone important or anyone for me.

  I was crashing at Emily’s place.

  It was supposed to be a for now thing but we both had no real urge to change what we had.

  I loved the cozy place.

  She loved having me there.

  It was win-win.

  “Liam,” Emily groaned. “The… door…”

  I pulled at her clit and popped my mouth free.

  I went right back for more.

  She propped up to her elbows and grabbed the covers.

  “Oh, fuck,” she groaned.

  I growled.

  I was not stopping until she came.

  Simple as that.

  Emily hooked her right leg around to the middle of my back and dug her heel in.

  That was her move.

  That was her way of telling me she was very close.

  I fucking loved when she did that.

  My tongue lapped down and up, coating itself with her honey.

  Her hips danced the same way my tongue did.

  With the tip of my tongue, I drew left to right over her clit, her body shaking harder each time I did so.

  Outside the open bedroom door I heard the knocking again.

  This time… it was pounding.

  “Liam… we have to… ohgod…”

  My hands grabbed her hips and I pulled her against my mouth with force.

  She dug her pussy with purpose against my tongue and I sucked her clit again.

  She gasped for a breath and pulled at my hair as her back crashed to the bed.

  I fucking had her.

  She exploded with force, fresh honey pouring from her body as I was thirsty, hungry, and fucking greedy for it all.

  Emily cut me short though… just a few glorious seconds of drinking her pleasure before she wiggled away and shut her legs.

  “Go,” she ordered and pointed to the door. “Now.”

  She pulled the covers over the lower half of her body.

  “When I beat the hell out of whoever is at the door, I’m coming back for seconds,” I said.

  I licked my lips.

  She looked flustered.

  She wanted me to have seconds. And thirds.

  I grabbed my t-shirt and shut the bedroom door behind me.

  The pounding at the door continued…

  “The building better be on goddamn fire,” I yelled. “Or else you’re…”

  I opened the door.

  “Cole,” I said.

  “You busy?”

  “Yeah,” I said. “I was in the middle of devouring Emily.”

  “Fuck. Sorry. Am I cockblocking?”

  “Yeah,” I said. “So… fuck off…”

  “I fucked up,” Cole said.

  “What?”

  “I fucked up big time, Liam. You’re the only person I can trust with this.”

  “With what?” I asked.

  Cole reached into his pocket.

  What he showed me made me do a double take.

  Make that a triple take.

  Or a quadruple take.

  He held up the picture and shook his head.

  “Yours?” I asked.

  “Mine,” he said.

  I kept blinking.

  I didn’t want to state the obvious… but I kind of had to…

  The ultrasound picture was…

  “Hol
y fuck, Cole,” I said. “Who the fuck did you get pregnant?”

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  (Cole)

  I looked down and Maggie was on her stomach, asleep.

  She had a tattoo on her right shoulder. It looked like a ballerina with wings. I had always wanted to ask her about it, but I didn’t want to cross that line where we actually talked about something other than sex.

  The only time I wanted to hear her voice was when she was calling out my name or say something filthy that she wanted me to do to her.

  And trust me… she could get wild.

  I touched the ballerina tattoo and shook my head.

  She was probably some small town girl who grew up taking dance lessons, never really sure of her dreams. Good in school, smart, all that shit. Then when the real life decision came to her, she chose a lawyer. Why not? A strong woman like her would make a great lawyer. But a wild fire was lit in her heart. The artist side of her. So she bolted to the big city to take it over and couldn’t do it.

  Was that anything true to Maggie’s life?

  I had no fucking idea.

  All I knew was that after I sent Mr. Pickle home with the blonde beauty I ordered for him, I paid my tab with Maggie, left her a more than generous tip, and then asked when her shift ended.

  I gave her money for a ride to my place, and she showed up a little after two.

  Now it was four, she was asleep, and that was just another night in my life.

  I inched my way out of bed and walked to the dimly lit kitchen.

  I helped myself to a bottle of electrolyte water. That was the key when it came to a night of drinking and sex, knowing I had to be in the office in just a few hours.

  Speaking of which…

  I took out my phone and texted Maya.

  Mr. Pickle is on the edge. Need you to send over a care package for him. I’ll text a list of items. Needs to be done ASAP.

  I waited a few seconds.

  Good morning, by the way. Early to rise, Maya. Got it?

  I waited a few more seconds.

  Also - pull the financials for the last decade of his acquisitions. I want to see what worked and what didn’t. Better yet - you do that. Give me a list of companies that succeeded and failed.

  I chugged the rest of the water and walked my way back to the bedroom.

  My dick swayed left to right like an elephant’s trunk.

  Maya finally texted me back.

  The way my phone was pointing, it was like Maya was talking to my dick.

  I laughed.

  Her text was simple.

  Morning Cole. I’m awake now. I’ll get on that when I get to the office.

  I curled my lip.

  Get to the office now. I’m sending you money to grab coffee and food. Don’t worry about how you look. No need to impress anyone but me. Impress me with your work. You better be there before me. Tick tock, Maya.

  I pictured her reading that text.

  Cursing me out.

  Then hurrying to get to the office, thinking I was going to be there, waiting for her.

  I sent her more than enough money for breakfast.

  Back in the bedroom, I stared at Maggie for a few minutes.

  I slowly pulled the covers down her back, over the curve of her ass.

  My fingertips touched the back of her right leg and moved down to her inner thigh. When I grazed her warmth, her ass jumped up and she groaned.

  “Cole?” she purred.

  I leaned over the bed and dipped my fingers into her pool of wetness.

  “It’s just me, darling,” I said. I kissed the middle of her back. “You need to get the fuck out of here. I have to go to work.”

  Maggie reached with her left hand and touched my dick.

  I sucked in a breath and watched her hand try to grip me.

  She tugged at me and moved up on her knees.

  My phone vibrated.

  A text from Maya.

  Waiting for a ride. See you soon!

  Maggie stroked my dick while I stared at the message.

  My eyes glanced over to Maggie’s ass sticking up in the air.

  My fingers plunged into her pussy.

  She groaned into the pillow.

  For a second I thought about pretending Maggie was Maya.

  Now that would be wrong.

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