The Right Kind of Wrong: A Brother's Best Friend Romance

by Fabiola Francisco

  I try to hold back my chuckle, resulting in sputtering all over him, and heat creeps up my neck.

  “Sexy,” he winks, using the hem of his shirt to wipe his face and giving me a peek at his abs. “Like what you see?” My eyes snap up to his, and I find myself staring at a crooked grin and arched eyebrow.

  “I’m too turned on right now to feel weirded out that we’re about to have sex again, so yeah, definitely like what I see.”

  Camden growls again, thrusting his hips into mine, causing a moan to slip from between my lips.

  “I love your honesty,” he grits while his hands desperately lift my shirt. I arch my back to assist him and lift my arms so he can remove it completely.

  I lie before him in my nude, cotton bra. My hair is a mess all around me. But Camden, he looks at me as if I’m some kind of gem. I shiver when his finger runs over the swell of my breasts, and he smiles. Wordlessly, he dips his head and begins kissing down my neck to my chest, lowering the cup of my bra before swirling his tongue around my nipple.

  My body is sensitive, every touch and lick amplifying my desire. He moves to my other breast, repeating the same motion but this time taking my nipple between his lips and flicking his tongue over the hardened peak.

  “I wonder if you’re as wet for me as you were our first night together,” he says in his deep, gravelly voice.

  “More,” I moan and lean into him.

  His hands travel up and down my body, no real direction except for the purpose of touching me anywhere and everywhere.

  “More?” he questions.

  I nod, looking into his eyes.

  “I’ll be the judge of that,” he winks, unsnapping the buttons on my jeans and sneaking a hand in the waistband.

  Camden doesn’t hold back. He inches his fingers into my underwear and groans when he feels my slickness against his skin. “So damn wet,” he groans, leaning back on his legs. “Need you naked.” He peels my jeans off my legs along with my underwear.

  The hunger in his eyes speaks volumes as they sweep up my almost naked body. Then, he leans over, sneaking his hand under my back and unsnapping my bra, removing it from my body and throwing it on the pile on the floor.

  “Much better.” His hands roam down my body, teasing and tweaking my nipples, leaving them pebbled and screaming for more as he scoots down the bed. Camden drops a kiss on my stomach, his eyes looking up at me with the sexiest smile I’ve ever seen.

  “Mom and Dad’s turn to play now.” He winks at me and kisses down to my pelvis, my body tensing with anticipation.

  “Can’t wait to taste you. It’s my one regret that I never had the chance to.”

  I moan and squeeze my eyes, waiting for what I know will be a mind-blowing sensation. When his tongue swipes up my pussy, my hips buck off the bed.

  “Whoa…” I groan.

  “Eyes open, watching me,” he commands with authority.

  I open my eyes and look down at him. Camden dips his tongue again, flicking my clit before closing his lips around and sucking. My body tenses and relaxes in spurts, moving around as he begins to fuck me with his tongue.

  I lose track of all that he’s doing to please me with his mouth and fingers as I surrender to the warming sensation taking over my body. Every stroke, lick, and kiss build me higher and higher. I’m a prisoner of his pleasure, thrashing my body as if I were chained in a desperate race to chase this orgasm begging to be released.

  “Fuck,” I moan.

  “So sweet,” he murmurs against my body, the vibrations buzzing over me, and I free fall as he continues to pleasure me with his mouth, the crash leaving me exhausted and satisfied.

  My chest heaves as I try to catch my breath. Camden crawls up my body, his mouth an inch from mine.

  “Taste yourself.” His lips collide with mine, tongue demanding and assertive as he pushes through my lips in search of my tongue. I barely register the taste as I lose myself in the kiss, wrapping my arms around his body and bringing him flush against me.

  In a desperate attempt to get him naked, I push his Henley up his body. Camden sits back and finishes the job for me, throwing his shirt on the floor. My eyes roam down his body, watching as his muscles twitch and flex with his movements.

  “This what you want?” he asks with his hands still on his jeans. I sit up, nodding, and move his hands away. I palm his hardness over his jeans before unsnapping the button and lowering the zipper.

  “You feel so good touching me,” he says gruffly.

  “Ditto,” I wink with a smile.

  Camden chuckles until my hand wraps around his length in the constraints of his jeans. He hisses through his teeth and stares at me.

  “No going back,” he says.

  “You already got me pregnant. I’m pretty sure this is permanent in some capacity of our lives.”

  Camden gives me a bruising kiss, leaning me back on the bed as he kicks off the rest of his clothes. I reach for his cock, stroking him, but he stops me.

  “Need in you now.” He brushes his hair with his hands. “Shit, wait. You could have sex, right?” His eyebrows pinch together, and I dip my head back in laughter.

  Wrapping one arm around his back, I lift my hips up to his, rubbing against his erection. “Yes,” I barely breathe out before Camden turns us over, and I’m on top. I shriek and laugh at the surprise until I’m straddling him.

  “Ride me,” is all he says with a challenge.

  I smirk and hold his gaze as I lift my body and position myself over him. I allow myself to sink onto him slowly, watching his face morph from cocky to awe. His hands land on my hips as I go lower, feeling him so deeply this way.

  “Damn, Kiwi, you feel fucking fantastic.”

  “Yeah,” I moan, adjusting to his size. “You, too.” All intelligible thoughts have flown out of my head, and I’m left with half phrases and moans.

  I begin to ride him, my hands on his abs and hair falling over my face. It’s too much and not enough at the same time. Camden groans and holds me, guiding my body up and down his length, both of us working together.

  “This feels… I feel everything. It’s unreal,” he says raggedly.

  “So good.” I lean down and kiss him, uniting in all ways possible as we get lost in each other, in our bodies, in our pleasure.

  As my eyes close and my orgasm takes over, I see a life with Camden, raising our child, late nights on the sofa, and evening strolls as a family. I trap the tears that build, holding on to a dream that has no real possibility of manifesting.

  chapter 19

  Camden

  I’m in deep. Deeper than my dick was in her the other night. So fucking deep that Allyson has consumed my life. I hear her laughter when she’s not around, feel the ghost of her hands on my body. Fuck. Me. Never in a million years did I expect this.

  I hold on to the straps of my backpack that sit on my shoulders and walk the short distance to the café in between my hotel and Ally’s apartment.

  As soon as I take a seat, the woman behind the counter smiles and waves before asking if I want my usual. Coming here each day has helped me understand Spanish a little better, but my handy dictionary does the rest for me.

  I open my laptop and tap the space key a few times to wake it up. Once the screen lights up, I begin reading emails and working through my tasks for the day. I thank the server when she drops off my black coffee and focus back on my computer.

  Time flies as I work on a gaming application and drink another coffee.

  “Hello?” I answer my phone when it vibrates on the table.

  “Camden, hi, it’s Jim. Our app is acting up, and I need you to take a look.” I lean my forehead on my free hand and close my eyes.

  “I’m out of the country,” I sigh because I know that it won’t matter to him.

  Jim has been one of my long-standing clients, and I’ve been his computer engineer since he started up his company, and he hired me to create his business application. He runs an automotive company where he
wholesales car parts, and his application allows clients to make orders through it and schedule appointments—sales at the tip of your fingers.

  “What’s going on with it?” I start tapping keys as he explains how the orders aren’t going through, some clients are getting billed twice, and inventory is showing up that’s been discontinued for some time.

  “Crap,” I mumble. “I’ll see what I can do from my end.”

  “I’d prefer it if you can come to the office and we look at it together. You can also see if there’s something else with our system that’s making trouble.”

  I breathe heavily and shake my head. Jim’s been great to work with, but he’s definitely the hands-on kind of guy, and he needs to be present to see what’s going on. In other words, he’s a visual learner that needs to be shown step by step, even if he isn’t the one directly working with the app.

  “Let me see what I can do. I’m currently abroad, but I’ll see if I can book a short trip there and back.” My brain starts to spin different ideas, but if he needs me there, I know I have no choice but to fly to Richmond for a few days and work this out.

  “Let me know,” he says before hanging up.

  I scrub a hand down my face as my cheeks puff with my deep breath. I’ll hate to leave Allyson right now when things are going well between us, and she has the pending prenatal tests, but if I’m quick enough, I can go and come back in time.

  Before I can get back to work, a text message pops up on my phone. When I see Easton’s name on the screen, my heart stops. We haven’t spoken since Saturday when we told him the news. I have no idea what he’s going to say, but one thing I do know about Easton is that the longer he stews, the worse it is.

  Swiping my phone unlocked, I read his message.

  Easton: Hey, I’m not sure what exactly is going on between you and Ally but we should talk

  Camden: I agree. I’m finishing up some work and will head back to my hotel room. I can call you

  Easton: When will you be back in Richmond? I rather talk in person

  Fuck. I scratch my jaw as I think about this. What does he have to say to me that he can’t say over the phone?

  Camden: I may have to fly back for a few days, so I’ll let you know

  Easton: Sounds good. I’ll try to meet you there

  I finish up some more work before packing up and heading back to my hotel room. After Easton’s messages, my concentration has been shot. For all I know, he wants to talk in person so he can punch me for knocking up his sister.

  Once I’m back in my room, I call the airline and find out if there’s a flight in the coming days. My best bet is to buy a round trip flight and leave my other ticket open since I plan to come back.

  I’m going to hate telling Ally that I have to leave, but it’s the reality of our situation. She lives here, and I live in the US. Regardless of what we’re building between us, unless one of us changes our lifestyle, we’ll always be faced with these predicaments.

  I place a twenty-four-hour hold, so I don’t lose the flight. After I talk to Ally tonight, I’ll finalize my reservation. It’s important that I’m here for her prenatal test, so I want to confirm the date to make sure I will be back by then, and I’m not confident the date I remember is the correct one.

  Then, I take advantage of the hotel’s gym and head down for a workout. Nothing is better to release stress than push-ups and some miles on the treadmill.

  - - - - -

  “Hey,” Allyson smiles as she walks up to her building.

  I push myself off the wall by the door and walk toward her, grabbing the back of her neck and kissing her. We may not have labeled our relationship, but in my eyes, we’re together. The other night changed things for me in more ways than I could’ve imagined.

  The feelings I’m having toward her are more than lust-induced. Allyson is more than a woman I met at a bar.

  “How was your day?” I ask, still holding the back of her neck and touching my forehead to hers, breathing her in.

  “It was good. Same ole, same ole.” I chuckle and grab her keys from her hand, turning the lock and holding the door open.

  “Let’s get upstairs.”

  As we ride up the elevator, Allyson places her head on my shoulder. I hold her, rubbing a hand up and down her arm. The words are on the tip of my tongue to tell her about my trip, but I hold back. I don’t want to cause her any disappointment, and this moment is perfect.

  When the elevator dings open, I hold her hand and walk to her apartment, entering. I watch as she kicks off her shoes by the front door. I smile at her ease as she walks around her apartment, going through her routine of opening windows and turning on lights.

  She turns around and smiles shyly, watching me as I lean against the frame that leads to the living room where she’s standing. A light blush covers her cheeks.

  “Do you want something to drink?” Allyson scrunches her nose a bit, making a cute face that I want to grab and kiss.

  “No,” I shake my head. “I actually need to talk to you about something.” I grab both of her hands and lead her to the couch.

  “What’s wrong?” Her voice immediately rises, and her eyes search mine.

  “Nothing,” I promise. “I got a call from a client, and I need to fly to Richmond to solve a problem he’s having with his app. I’ll be back in time for your next appointment.”

  She gives me a small smile, her eyes looking at me sadly. “Duty calls. We knew this would happen. It’s not like you could live here forever.” She puts on a brave face, but I read the disappointment in her eyes.

  “I’ll be back. I wanted to confirm the date of your appointment before finalizing my flight. Make sure I’ve got time to come back.”

  “It’s on the twenty-third.”

  I do the math in my head. That gives me a couple weeks to go, fix Jim’s problem, and fly back. If I don’t find any major issues, it should be enough time.

  “Okay,” I nod. “How about we grab some dinner?” I smirk.

  “How about we order in and watch a movie? Ronan Connolly’s new movie is on Netflix,” she gives me her best smile, and I can’t turn her down.

  “What do you want to eat?” I ask, leaning in to kiss her temple.

  “You.” The one word comes out with a deep tone, her eyes dancing with mischief.

  “Kiwi,” I growl, pulling her onto my lap. “I want to eat you, but we’ll save that for dessert. I need you fed and with energy. I’ve got plans for us tonight if I’m flying back home in less than forty-eight hours.” She shivers against me, and I smile knowingly.

  “I’m going to miss you,” I whisper against her lips. “It’s crazy, but I am.”

  “I’ve gotten used to you being here,” she pouts.

  “I’ll be back.” I brush my lips against hers.

  “But what about when you aren’t able to come back? When your time to visit is up, and they kick you back to the US, what will happen then?” She blinks rapidly, most likely hiding the fact that she wants to cry. My sister used to do the same thing when we were younger, and she’d get upset over something.

  “I don’t know,” I shake my head, and my lips fall into a flat line. “We can work something out.” I tell her what I’ve been saying since I arrived, hoping that it’s true that we’ll be able to have a fool-proof plan in place, but I’m not exactly sure how or what it will be unless she moves back to Richmond. Without a visa, I can’t be in Spain for longer than ninety days, and each day I spend here is one less I’ll have with her.

  “Let’s focus on right now,” I suggest, tapping her thigh and putting a smile on my face. “I’m here with you, and we’ve got all night.”

  Allyson nods and moves off my lap. “I’m just going to change, and I’ll be right back.”

  “What do you want to eat, and I’ll order?” She looks at me with raised eyebrows before she tips her head back and laughs.

  “What’s so funny?” I cross my arms and stand.

  “I want to hear
you order our food.” Her cackles resonate around the living room.

  “Handy dictionary, remember?” I arch an eyebrow.

  Wiping under her eyes, she tries to catch her breath. “I do need to hear this. Go on.” She tips her chin toward her phone on the coffee table. “Call them. I’ll wait.” She leans against the wall, crossing her foot over her ankle and placing her hands in her pant pockets.

  Confident, I grab her phone and repeat, “What do you want to eat?”

  “Indian, their number is saved on my phone.”

  I search for the restaurant name and call, taking deep breaths. When the person answers and shoots off a phrase faster than I can catch it, I swallow thickly and try my hand at ordering dinner for us.

  “Hola, um… Delivery? Eh…casa” Allyson snorts and attempts to hide her laughter with her hand. “Dos chicken masala…” I lift my brows to make sure she wants that. When she nods, I continue. “Y… Naan.”

  I sigh in relief when the man understands my order in a broken Spanish mixed with English. Covering the mouthpiece on the phone, I ask Allyson for her address. I repeat it to the man and hang up.

  Slow clapping fills my ears. “I’m impressed, although some of those words are in English.”

  “I’m sweating,” I admit, and then I laugh. “I did okay, though, right?”

  “Yeah, you did more than okay.” She slowly walks toward me with a sexy smile. Allyson wraps an arm around my back, and her smile grows. “It was kinda sexy, actually, watching you talk in Spanish. But you know what I think?” I shake my head. “You might need some one-on-one tutoring.”

  My dick stands at attention, volunteering to receive said one-on-one time. Clearing my throat, I smirk. “I’ve got some other ideas we can do that require no talking.” I skim my nose against her cheek. Ally sighs and leans into me, bringing her other arm around my back.

  “You’re not the man I thought you were.”

  Her confession catches me off-guard. “I’m glad.” I lean my head back a bit to look into her eyes. “I may not have been the best example of what settling down looks like, but I promise I’m determined to be the best father to this child and a partner to you if you give me the chance.”