My Brother's Best Friend: A Last Chance Romance (Soulmates Series Book 6)

by Hazel Kelly

  She was stunningly beautiful, even more so in the flesh than I’d imagined in my wildest dreams. Her soft hair fell over her shoulders, and her nipples were the most inviting shade of pink.

  “You can do a lot more for me than you’ve been doing,” she said, leaning against the edge of my desk and planting one of her high heels on the chair between my legs.

  Her flawless pussy was groomed to perfection, and her pink bud looked positively kissable. I lifted my eyes to hers.

  “I want you to put your hands on me the way you so readily lay your eyes,” she said, cupping one of her breasts and pinching her nipple so it puckered and blushed before me.

  I reached for the smooth calf between my legs.

  “Not yet,” she said, slapping my hand away with her eyes. “I’m not done answering your question.”

  I dropped my hands reluctantly and watched her slide her hand from her breast down between her legs. My cock surged.

  “I know there are some pretty high stakes,” she said, her fingers circling her clit. “As far as you and I getting together.”

  It took all my energy to focus on the words coming out of her mouth when her playground of a body was poised before me like this. I gripped the armrests of my chair.

  A light smile teased her face as she continued pleasuring herself, and her head fell to the side. “But there’s one risk I’m not willing to take anymore.”

  I blinked at her, wondering if she knew how bad she was making me ache.

  “And that’s the risk of not knowing what it’s like to have you,” she said. “Of not knowing how you might have me.”

  I swallowed hard, thinking about the ways I wanted to have her and how I’d never get through them all.

  She dragged her hand through her silk and continued teasing her swollen bud. “I’m the only person who can give you permission to touch me, though.”

  I admired the soft flesh of her pale inner thighs, thrilled to be so near them while my mouth watered with her pussy.

  “And I want that,” she said. “I do. But you have to promise me something first.”

  Anything. “What?”

  “You have to promise that if you start touching me, you won’t stop.” Her brow furrowed as she worked herself. “Not until we’re both satisfied.”

  My balls ached as I lowered her bent leg to the floor and stood up to whisper in her ear. “I promise.”

  She laid a hand on my chest and pushed me back so she could slide past me and sink into my chair.

  I watched her lay her forearms on the armrests and cross her legs, admiring the way her waist gave way to her wide hips.

  “Take it out,” she said, her voice dropping as she lowered her gaze to where I was straining in my pants. “Show it to me.”

  My pulse was racing. I undid my belt, unzipped my pants, and pulled my boxers down, keeping my focus on her as I pulled out my dick.

  Her pupils dilated when she saw it, and she uncrossed her legs again so she could resume touching herself. “Now take everything off,” she said. “Nice and slow.”

  My mouth twitched.

  “Patience,” she said. “I’ve been patient with your games. Now you be patient with mine.”

  “My games were for your own good.”

  She shook her head. “Your games weren’t good for anyone.”

  “And this is?”

  “Trust me.”

  I kicked my shoes off before pushing my pants and boxers the rest of the way down so I could step out of them.

  “And your shirt,” she said once I’d righted myself, her eyes still on my cock.

  “Since when did you start bossing me around?” I asked, unbuttoning my shirt.

  “About five minutes ago, I think. Why? Do you like it?”

  I stepped between her parted legs so she could get a closer look at my desire. “Do you really have to ask that?”

  A shade of pink that matched her nipples occupied her cheeks.

  I threw my shirt and tie to the side before lifting my undershirt slowly, relishing the feel of her hungry eyes on my muscles.

  “What can I do for you now?” I asked, taking a step back.

  “Stroke it for me,” she whispered

  I smiled and took my dick in one hand.

  “What’s so funny?” she asked.

  “You didn’t have to add that last part,” I said, keeping my eyes on hers as I tightened my grip. “I only ever stroke it for you.”

  She glared at me like she didn’t believe me.

  “It’s true,” I said, pulling my dick harder as I admired her gorgeous body. “It’s always you. It’s always been you.”

  She pressed her lips together, and her chest rose with her breath.

  “Now what?” I asked as she stole a glance at my dick.

  “Do you remember your promise?”

  I nodded. “I do. And you have my word that I won’t stop touching you until we’re both thoroughly satisfied.”

  “That is what you want, isn’t it?” she asked, gazing up at me.

  I fixed my eyes on hers. “Of course.”

  She licked her lips. “Even my mouth is wet for you.”

  I clenched my jaw.

  “Okay,” she said, slightly breathless. “Permission granted. Your move.”

  I stepped between her thighs, desperate to control the urges she’d provoked in me, but I was so hard for her I couldn’t think straight. I dropped a hand to her cheek and dragged it back, gathering a clump of her hair in my fist. “Open your mouth for me.”

  She did as I asked.

  “Wider,” I said, laying one knee on the arm of the chair as I leaned it back. Then I slid my rock-hard cock past the most perfect lips I’d ever seen, deep into the prettiest mouth I’d ever wanted to know.

  And when I hit the back of Margot’s throat, she moaned, causing me to swell even more for her as her mouth watered around me. And right when I was going to insist she keep touching herself, I felt her hands on the cheeks of my ass, felt her fingers dig into my flesh.

  So I gave her everything I had.

  Finally.

  T W E N T Y F I V E

  - Margot -

  By the time I gave him permission to have his way with me, I was as hungry for him as I was desperate for him to take control. And it was like he read my mind, giving me what I never would’ve had the guts to ask for.

  It was a total rush to have him possess me like that, right down to my seductive little toes, as he pulled my hair and forced himself deeper.

  What’s more, it was a relief. After all, I had no way of knowing he’d be so up for it… Or that his chair would recline so far back.

  At one point, he bent it back so far I thought it was going to break, that we’d crash to the floor, me pinned under him on a pile of broken chair with his cock wedged down my throat.

  But after using my hands to encourage his thrusting hips, I realized he had everything—including me—under control. He even used his hand to bounce the back of the chair, doing all the hard work for me.

  All I had to do was keep my lips squeezed tight as he fucked my wet mouth so rhythmically I was spellbound.

  I wrapped a hand around his thigh beside me, bracing myself so I could find his balls with the other. I wanted to know every inch of him, to pleasure every inch.

  He moaned when I sank my nails into the soft flesh and dragged them against the heavy sac inside. “Fuck, Margot,” he said in a breathy tone I’d never heard from him.

  That’s when I knew I had him, that he wasn’t in control at all. He’d surrendered. He was mine—in mind and body—for the first time ever, and the realization filled me with fire.

  “I’m going to come,” he growled through clenched teeth.

  I felt his dick swell in my mouth and his balls harden against my fingertips. Then I tightened my grip on his thigh, so he would know I didn’t want him to stop. So he would know I was ready to taste him. Finally.

  His load charged past my lips before shooting ag
ainst the back of my throat, his desire filling my cheeks before I could swallow it down.

  A whimper soothed my body as I drank him, as if I was begging for more of what he’d already given me.

  When he pulled back and leaned the chair upright slowly, I was panting in a heap in front of him, my previously feigned composure long forgotten.

  I licked my lips as I stole another look at his cock. I always suspected he’d have a nice one seeing as he had a nice everything else, but I never thought he’d be that big, that he’d have so much to fuck me with.

  A blush burned my already red cheeks as my eyes climbed the ladder of his abs up to his chest and then his face.

  He wore a funny expression, one I’d never seen. It was like a mixture of admiration and amusement and pure exhaustion.

  I didn’t know what to say, but I couldn’t help my tired mouth forming a smile.

  He leaned over me, planted his hands on the armrests of the chair, and fixed his eyes on mine. They were warm as they studied me, as if my irises were rare butterflies whose patterns he was trying to memorize. “Spread your legs.”

  I froze as he sank to his knees, transfixed by the way his eyes licked their way down my body.

  He put his large hands on my thighs and pulled me through my own silk to the edge of the chair, my heart racing when he turned his attention to my pussy.

  He dragged two fingers across my aching bud, raising his eyes to my quivering lips when I gasped. “I hope this isn’t a mistake,” he said, his eyes on mine as he slid two thick fingers deep inside me. “But if it is, it’s already my all-time favorite.”

  My lips fell apart when he started working me, my forehead furrowing with pleasure as he explored my insides, his fingers teasing my most sensitive parts.

  I grabbed the armrests and squeezed them, my chest rising and falling faster as he picked up the pace.

  “Your body is to die for,” he said, seizing one of my breasts with his free hand as he cast his eyes up at me. “I would die for it a thousand times.”

  My wishes escaped in a whisper. “I’d be happy if you’d just drink from it.”

  He laughed, every part of him relaxed besides his fingers curling inside me. “So you’re not just a seductress? You’re a mind reader, too.”

  My body clamped so hard around his fingers as he pulled them from me that I thought I might faint. “I didn’t mean—” I could barely see through the fog of my lightheadedness. “You don’t have to—”

  “Oh, but I do,” he said, watching my eyelids flutter as he slid his hands under my ass and brought my pussy towards his face like it was a bowl he intended to drink from.

  I bit my lip as he leaned forward to kiss me there, his tongue licking my slit gently before tracing my swollen bud. After a few laps he increased the pressure, stirring up a heat in me so heavy I could no longer keep my eyes open.

  I squeezed them shut and focused on the dreamy pleasure his tongue inflicted as it worked me like a musician, never missing a single note while maintaining perfect rhythm.

  I should’ve known he’d be good at this. He was good at everything else. But I had no idea having my pussy licked could be so fucking mind-blowing.

  How could I? The few guys I’d let down there before had never even demonstrated the skill required to control a dripping ice-cream cone, much less the focused attention necessary to make me come.

  But Landon’s knowledge of the female body was unquestionable. He was turning up the heat slowly, building an orgasm with a guaranteed crescendo, an orgasm so big it had to release little bursts of burning stars in my gut on the way to its peak so I wouldn’t explode.

  I gazed at him through half-closed eyes, my desire ignited by how pleased he looked to be pleasuring me. “I’m going to come,” I said, pressing my head back against the chair when I felt all the heat inside me pool together.

  His tongue stayed steady, licking the same pattern that brought me to the brink.

  And when my body jerked, he held my thighs tight and kept the pressure on my buzzing clit, licking me slow until I stopped squirming. Then he plunged his tongue in my tensing pussy and drank me down with even more enthusiasm than I drank him.

  Eventually, he kissed his wet lips against my inner thigh and sat back with a drunken look in his eye.

  I stared at him, speechless, my mind as blank as my body was empty.

  What words could I possibly speak? Thank you? It’s about damn time? Even commenting on the bliss of the whole exchange seemed redundant and unnecessary.

  Fortunately, Landon knew exactly what to say.

  He rose to his feet, ran his hand through his hair, and smiled at the numb heap I’d become. “Get dressed,” he said. “We’re going out.”

  T W E N T Y S I X

  - Landon -

  Monty’s was one of my favorite restaurants in the city, but it was always full of couples, so I didn’t go there very often.

  It’s not that I was self-conscious about my single status. It was my own choice not to settle, and being single had its advantages. But on the occasions when I found myself surrounded by happy couples, I couldn’t help but wonder what I was missing, couldn’t help but recall niggling comments friends had made in passing.

  Like when Ben told me he’d never known how enjoyable a Sunday evening could be before he met Carrie. Or when Ethan, who’d previously preferred beer and cocktails, told me that sharing a bottle of wine with someone you love was truly one of life’s greatest pleasures.

  I wanted all that mush. Of course I did. I just hadn’t met anyone I wanted it with besides Margot, and I never really believed she was within my reach…or that I was within my rights to reach for her.

  But I’d long suspected that she was the reason no one else ever dazzled me. After all, she was the only woman I’d ever met who I could imagine being with long term, who I could imagine spending my money—and myself—on without hesitation.

  So, naturally, I couldn’t help but compare other women to her, and she was a tough act to follow. She was interesting and funny and curious, and those traits made my affection for her seem uniquely tireless.

  Sure, I’d met some pretty girls, some nice girls, even some girls who liked the same things I liked and had decent senses of humor. But she was the only one I’d ever found it hard to walk away from, the only one I couldn’t easily forget about for huge chunks of the day.

  Much like the sun, one look at her was enough to keep her image burned into my every blink, and I didn’t mind at all. How could I? Merely thinking about her made me happy…so to say I was off-the-charts ecstatic after what went down in my office would be a gross understatement.

  Fortunately, she seemed equally high off the experience. Or at least, there was a feeling in the air between us reminiscent of two people who’d just had a laughing fit over something until they both ached. It felt as if, while we were both relaxed, we might erupt into a fit of giggles if we caught the glint in each other’s eye a certain way.

  “I’ve never had Nepalese food before,” she said, her eyes growing wide as she opened the menu.

  The restaurant’s interior was mostly dark wood and maroon fabrics, but the accents on the tablecloths and chandeliers were yellow and gold, and they reflected off her bright highlights in a way that made her glow (perhaps even more strongly than she’d been beaming when we locked up the office).

  I opened the wine menu. “I think you’ll like it. You don’t mind a bit of spice, right?” I asked, recalling how she used to refuse pizza until she’d coated it in a sickly layer of red chili flakes.

  “Are you kidding? I love spicy food,” she said. “If I had my way, my every meal would be so spicy it would make me sweat.”

  “Me, too. Though I tend to watch it during the week, especially if I have to meet with clients. I came here for lunch once before a pitch, and my whole mouth was still burning so ferociously during my presentation, I had to explain my red face so they wouldn’t take it personally.”

  “We
re they understanding?”

  I nodded. “One of the guys I was presenting to was married to an Indian woman, so my admission triggered quite a few stories about her cooking vindaloos that had wrecked him.”

  “So what do you usually get?”

  “I always go for the Ledo Bedo or the Gorkhali,” I said. “Without fail. Sometimes I wish I’d try something new, but I can’t bear the thought.”

  Her eyes scanned the list of mains.

  “Though if there’s anything I learned today, it’s that trying something new can be an excellent decision.”

  She flicked her eyes up at me before looking back at the menu. “So I can choose chicken or lamb for any dish?”

  “Yep. Any idea what you’re going to go for?”

  “Well—” She slid her napkin out from under her cutlery and smoothed it across her lap. “If there’s anything I’ve learned today, it’s that you have very good judgment and excellent taste.”

  My dick surged at the compliment while my mouth watered at the memory of how she’d bucked against my greedy tongue.

  “So I’ll definitely try one of your recommendations. I just don’t know which one.”

  “If you’d like to try them both, I’d be happy to get one of each, and we can share them between us.”

  She made a face like it was the nicest thing anyone ever said to her. “Really? Can we order them nice and spicy?”

  “Of course.”

  “Great,” she said. “Because my palate has already been delighted today, so if this meal is going to stand any chance of leaving an impression—”

  “If you’re deliberately trying to get a rise out of me, I assure you it’s working.”

  Her eyes flashed. “Not so fast, mister. I definitely need to refuel before round two.”

  I raised my eyebrows.

  “There is going to be a round two, right?” she asked, turning an ear towards me. “Because normally when a guy takes me to dinner, nothing is guaranteed. But this time is different.”