Fake it Baby_A Best Friend's Brother Romance

by Tia Siren

  I glanced at the clock, trying to focus on anything other than Avery’s naked body riding me. She would be home soon, and Janice would arrive shortly after. I had no time to let myself walk down memory lane. I willed away the erection that was straining against my slacks. Working in the kitchen with a sharp knife was not a good time to be sporting an erection.

  “Jake?” Avery’s voice rang throughout the house, and I felt my dick stir to life.

  “Down boy,” I hissed, not wanting to scare the woman off by greeting her with a raging hard-on. “I’m in here!” I called out.

  “Hi,” she said, coming into the kitchen with a brilliant smile on her face.

  “Hi. You look happy,” I said, noticing she was very upbeat.

  “I am. I’m looking forward to seeing Janice. I mean, two more home visits and we’re good, right? Plus, my boss stopped by to let me know he was happy with my performance.”

  “Congratulations. That sounds like a reason to celebrate.”

  “No wine. I don’t want the woman to think we’re lushes. After she’s gone, though…” She smiled and winked.

  “You’re on. I could use a glass or four myself.”

  “Rough day?” she asked, sliding onto a stool to watch me work.

  It had become our thing. Usually, I would pour her a glass of wine, but she was right; we couldn’t give the impression we were big drinkers. We could unwind with a glass once the sour-faced Janice was gone.

  “Not really. I was stumped about what to make for dinner. I went with lasagna. I know it’s messy, but it’s a recipe I’ve been wanting to try for a while.”

  “It sounds good and smells delicious. Are you making your own sauce?” she asked, looking at the pot on the stove.

  “Of course! No self-respecting chef would buy the stuff in a can!”

  She giggled. “I’m going to go freshen up before our lovely guest arrives.”

  I nodded and got back to making dinner. I was behind schedule. I didn’t want to spend any more time with Janice than we had to. I had hoped to have dinner served within ten minutes of the woman arriving. That wasn’t going to happen. Avery was going to kill me. We were going to have to keep Janice entertained while the lasagna finished.

  The doorbell rang, announcing Janice’s arrival.

  “I got it,” Avery called out.

  I was impressed. She seemed to be more at ease than she had been that morning. That was a good thing, though I was bummed I didn’t have an excuse to kiss her.

  Within minutes, Avery was walking into the kitchen with Janice following behind her.

  “Good evening, Janice,” I said, checking the lasagna in the oven. “Dinner will be done in about fifteen minutes. I hope you don’t mind waiting.”

  “Not at all. I wanted to check out the backyard area while it’s still daylight. I didn’t do it the last time I was here.”

  “Sure. I’ll take you,” Avery volunteered.

  They walked outside with Avery chatting away. I listened to her describe the fencing around the hot tub and the pool area. I had hesitated to rent the place because of the pool, knowing most child protection agencies would see that as a risk. Unfortunately, the kind of house I wanted in Arizona was hard to find without a pool. Pools were as standard as ceiling fans in this city.

  When the women came back in, Janice seemed more relaxed than she had ever been.

  “Can I set the table, hon?” Avery asked sweetly.

  “Yep. I think we’ll be ready to eat in about five minutes.”

  “Perfect. Janice, you remember where the dining room is. Go ahead and have a seat and I’ll be right in,” Avery told her.

  The second Janice left the kitchen, I looked at Avery. “You certainly seem different.”

  She smiled. “I am feeling much better about all this. Janice is just a woman. I can handle her.”

  I laughed. “I hope so. She can be intimidating.”

  “Oh? I thought she didn’t scare you,” she teased.

  I laughed as she walked out of the kitchen carrying the plates. I had a feeling this dinner would be easier. Janice had seen the house, had witnessed us together, and had to know we weren’t crazy people. We were perfectly suitable parents.

  When I carried the lasagna into the dining room, I was not surprised to see Janice at the head of the table once again. If that made her feel more powerful, she could have it. I took a deep breath, sat down, and prepared myself for another interrogation.

  “So, tell me about your relationship again,” Janice said. “I know you said you were together and then parted ways. Why? I’m sorry, but I’m not believing it.”

  I smiled. “Well, it was really a case of the right girl—no, the perfect girl—but the wrong time for me.”

  I looked at Avery, and she seemed surprised by my words.

  “How do you mean?” Janice asked.

  I started into my story. “Well, as you know, I’m five years older than Avery. That isn’t much when you’re twenty-five and thirty, but back when we were together, the age gap was a huge issue. We were at two different points in our lives. I had finished college—as much as I was going to do anyway—and was working on starting my own company. Avery was getting ready to start college.”

  Avery nodded and smiled. “I was way too young for a serious relationship, but I knew I wanted to be with him. He kept telling me I needed to have fun in college and not be tied down in a serious relationship. I knew he was right, but it never stopped me from thinking about him.”

  Her words washed over me. I looked at her and couldn’t stop myself from pouring out my heart. I could do it all under the guise of holding up our story. I didn’t have to feel vulnerable. I could hide behind the mask.

  “Avery is beautiful inside and out. She has a huge heart and is always thinking about other people’s needs. I could go on and on about the many reasons why I love her, but I don’t need to bore you with the details,” I said, looking into Avery’s eyes for a moment before turning to look at Janice.

  The look on Avery’s face was nearly my undoing. Tears were shining in her eyes. I had never thought I would say those words to any woman, and certainly not to my little sister’s best friend. It was all part of the act, I told myself. I didn’t really love her. I couldn’t. I didn’t know her.

  Yes, I did. I lived with the woman and had seen her at what I had a feeling was one of the lowest points in her life. Together, we had gotten through the first couple weeks of grief, even if we weren’t all mushy and loving on each other. It was more of a quiet strength I drew from her, and I hoped she got it from me.

  Janice nodded and smiled. “It all sounds very romantic.”

  I laughed. “Well, I don’t know about romantic, but I am glad we are together. She isn’t getting away from me so easily this time. I’ve got that ring on her finger to keep her close.”

  Avery giggled. “I want to say you had me at hello, but that would sound completely cheesy and fake. But, we both know you did.”

  Janice seemed to accept Avery’s words and relaxed a bit. Once again, the woman dug into her food with gusto, offering compliments about how much she enjoyed it.

  Avery cleared the table while I chatted with Janice a bit longer. The entire time, the woman was writing on that yellow pad. I desperately wanted to get my hands on it to see what it was she was thinking. Her expression revealed nothing. Did she still hate us, or was she warming up to the idea of us being together and raising Iris?

  Together, Avery and I walked Janice to the door and said good night. This time, I waited until we heard her car leave before I turned and leaned against the door, sagging my shoulders in relief.

  “We killed it,” Avery said with a grin.

  “I need wine,” I said and headed for the bottle in the kitchen.

  Once again, Avery and I found ourselves sitting on the couch, sharing a bottle of wine. She had brought glasses into the living room this time.

  When I raised an eyebrow at the glasses, she smiled. “We’
re not complete animals. We can use a glass.”

  “Are you sure it isn’t because you don’t want to put your lips where mine have been? Are you afraid of cooties?”

  She burst into laughter. “I’m pretty sure I would already have them if that were the case. I would have little Jake cooties all over me. We share a bed. I don’t think we can get much closer than that,” she said, taking a long drink from her glass.

  I lifted one brow. “Oh, we could definitely get closer, and I could guarantee you would catch Jake cooties with what I have in mind.”

  She shook her head. “Get your mind out of the gutter, big boy.”

  “I can’t help it. That is right where you send it every time.”

  She ignored my comment and suddenly got serious. “I think she’s changing her mind about us. Don’t you?”

  I took a drink of wine before answering. “I’d like to think so. I mean, it seems like it, but I don’t want to get my hopes up or let my guard down.”

  She nodded. “You’re right. We need to keep doing what we’re doing. I got a copy of my probationary review from work. I forgot to give it to her. I will next time we see her, though. I want her to see I’m serious about my job and being able to provide a stable environment for Iris.”

  “Good. I’m sure it will help. It will speak to your character as well.”

  We both fell silent as we drank our wine, lost in our own thoughts. My thoughts were probably not the same as hers. All I could think about was her naked as she climbed out of the hot tub. It was a vision I would be bringing up quite often.

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Avery

  The first glass of wine went down way too smoothly. I poured myself a second glass and tried my best to relax. The tension between Jake and I transformed practically overnight. It wasn’t plain old tension at being forced to live together to get what we wanted. It was pure sexual tension. I could feel it coming off him in waves. He had been very hands-off all week. There hadn’t even been a single stolen kiss or a gentle touch tonight. I realized I missed it. I had kept telling myself I didn’t want the attention, but I liked it. How could I not like a man like Jake touching me and telling me how much he wanted to have sex with me?

  He reached for the television remote, and I inwardly groaned. He wanted to watch television. Of course he did. I guessed I should have been happy he was willing to spend a Friday night alone at home with me at all. He could have easily jumped on his plane and headed home for some clubbing action with Drew.

  He flipped the channel to one with a fireplace crackling.

  “Uh, what is this?” I asked, finding myself falling into a bit of a trance as I watched the flames dancing on the huge flat-screen TV mounted on the wall.

  He smiled. “This is mood lighting. I love the sound of a fire burning, but it isn’t like Arizona or even southern California is cold enough to light a fire. I like to relax by the fire, and I especially like it when it doesn’t put out any heat.”

  I giggled. “Mood lighting?”

  He shrugged. “Yes. Unwinding with a glass of wine after a long day. Did you want to watch TV?”

  “No,” I said too quickly.

  “Good. Then let’s relax by the fire.”

  “You did really good tonight. I think she ate it up. She can pretend she is a cold fish, but I think you melted the ice queen with your smooth words,” I told him.

  He didn’t say anything for a while. “I meant most of it. I mean, it took me a long time to see it, but you really were the right girl at the wrong time. I hate that I didn’t see it before now.”

  I could feel my cheeks heating and wasn’t sure if it was the wine or his sweet words. “I guess hindsight is twenty-twenty.”

  “I can’t get you out of my head. I saw you that night I came home early. Ever since, all I can do is think about you naked. I want your body writhing as I fuck you senseless. I want to feel your sweet pussy clamping around my dick as you come.”

  His words should have offended me. I should have told him to stop. I didn’t, and I couldn’t blame the wine. I hadn’t had nearly enough to consider myself drunk or even buzzed. It was him. He made me horny as hell.

  I looked at him and let him see the desire boiling within me. I saw the second he realized I was giving him the green light. Now, it was up to him to follow through. I wouldn’t make the first move. I watched as he leaned forward to put his glass of wine on the coffee table before reaching out and taking mine out of my hands. He scooted closer to me, his eyes never leaving mine.

  I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. The voice in the back of my mind kept telling me this was a really bad idea. I should run in the opposite direction. I knew that, but I wasn’t going to. I had been waiting for this moment for too long.

  He leaned forward and gently kissed me. His lips barely brushed over mine. I prayed he wasn’t going to get up and walk away. I couldn’t handle the tension another minute. I needed the relief he promised me.

  When he pulled away, I reached out and touched his cheek, looking into his eyes, pleading with him to give me more.

  “Are you sure?” he asked in a husky voice.

  “Yes.”

  His lips slammed against mine, his tongue forcing my lips apart and plunging deep inside. I leaned back, giving him full access to my mouth. His fingers began to work at the buttons of my blouse. I felt a breeze wash over me as he opened my shirt. His hand slid behind me, released my bra.

  He pulled me forward and removed my shirt and then my bra. His mouth left mine and closed over one nipple, suckling me with such intensity, heat pooled between my legs. I moaned low in my throat, running my hands through his hair, pulling him closer against me.

  “Slow down,” he said, sliding his body down mine.

  His fingers worked the button on my slacks before he slid the zipper down. “Lift your hips,” he ordered.

  I did as he said, watching as he slid my pants down my legs. His hands moved over my thighs and then to my breasts to cup and kneed.

  His mouth moved between my legs, trailing kisses up the inside of my thigh before resting over the small triangle of fabric covering my pussy. My breath was coming so fast, I began to feel lightheaded.

  “Relax,” he whispered, the words blowing over my pussy. “I’m going to give you what you need.”

  I whimpered, nodding my head, telling him to do as he pleased.

  His hands moved to the outside of my thighs, pulling my panties down slowly over my hips. I lifted my ass a fraction to let him pull them down around my knees. His breath was causing millions of tiny goosebumps to pop up over my body.

  He pulled the panties off and then grabbed my legs, sliding my body down the couch. With one foot, he pushed the coffee table back a few inches and settled himself between my legs. I opened my legs wider without him asking. I was desperate for him to show me exactly what he had promised.

  “This is one,” he whispered before running his tongue up my slit.

  I cried out, arching my back and inadvertently pressing myself against his mouth. His fingers reached up, spreading my pussy open, leaving me far more exposed than I had ever been in my life. Once again, he ran his tongue over my slit. I could already feel an orgasm blooming deep within. I couldn’t come. Not yet. I wanted this to last. When he slid one finger inside me, I was a goner. I could feel my juices flooding over his hand, my pussy quivering in delight at the invasion.

  “There you go. You’re ready. So soon, Avery? Have you wanted me as much as I’ve wanted you?” He whispered the words, the breath against my exposed core heightening my pleasure.

  He pulled his finger out and replaced it with his tongue. Stars exploded in front of my eyes as he pushed in deeper. I screamed his name as the orgasm slammed into my body, pinning me back against the couch as he wiggled his tongue inside me.

  “Oh, Jake,” I cried, in total shock at how powerful my orgasm was.

  He pulled his tongue out and stuck a finger back in, shoving in deep as m
y hips arched up to take him deeper. He stopped moving and kissed my stomach, his hand massaging my thigh as I slowly floated back down to earth from somewhere high in the sky where I had skyrocketed with the orgasm.

  “Ready for two?” he whispered.

  I shook my head. “I can’t.”

  “You can.”

  His mouth closed over my pussy once again, where he began to slowly lap at my swollen nub before sucking on it. It was excruciating pleasure like I had never felt before. It was too sensitive. My head thrashed back and forth as I tried to pull away. My arms and legs were twitching as he sucked and then nibbled. My body was tightening to the point where I felt as if I would snap in two. I had to find release or I would surely die.

  “Now,” he breathed, pulling his mouth away and staring down at my pussy as he stuck one finger inside me. I watched as his gaze focused between my legs. It was one of the most erotic things I had ever seen in my life. When he pushed in the second finger, I was lost to the sensations washing over my body, as if I were being pulled out to sea on a massive wave that was ebbing and flowing in time with his fingers inside my body.

  I heard myself release a primal scream as the wave finally took me under. His hands pulling me to the floor brought me back to the present. My body was completely relaxed, every muscle spent.

  “Turn around,” he said before kissing my neck.

  I awkwardly got to my knees and turned around to face the couch. He pushed me in the center of the back until I bent at the waist, resting my face against the couch cushion.

  His hands worked to spread my legs before moving between me to finger me.

  “Now, I’m going to fuck you like I’ve been dying to for the past seven years.”

  When his heavy cock replaced his finger, I moaned low in my throat at the feel of his head probing my hole. I moved backward, anxious to feel him inside me. He didn’t deny me and slid in nice and slow, stretching me with every full inch. I had forgotten how big he was. When he was in up to the hilt, his heavy balls pressed against me, I moved back and wiggled my hips, hoping to take a little more.