by J. L. Beck
“Harder Mr. Thompkins…” My eyes grew to the size of saucers and before I could stop myself I was pushing the door open, and crossing the threshold. I knew that voice, and the body it was attached too.
“What the fuck…” My father growled, trying to cover himself and Kelly, Knox’s ex-wife. A wave of nauses and dizziness rushed through me and I gripped onto Knox’s shoulder for strength.
“Actually it should be me who is saying what the fuck, since you’re supposed to be my business partner and friend…” Knox’s rugged face was void of all emotion but I could tell he pissed off over what we both had discovered.
“Get out, both of you. Get out now.” Kelly tried to shoo us away, her cheeks growing pink with embrassement.
“Did you forget about your meeting with Knox and I next door?” I narrowed my eyes at my father, trying to dismiss the fact that he was fucking Knox’s ex wife.
“Ahhh, yes I’m sorry sweetheart.” My father’s expression softened and I almost felt back because I knew we were going to break his heart soon.
Kelly pushed off of my father, and adjusted her skirt, a smirk playing at her lips,“I don’t know why you’re so upset Knox. You knocked up his daughter so it’s only fair that he gets to knock up your ex-wife, right?”
Fire filled my veins and as badly as I tried to stop myself I couldn’t. Within seconds I was crossing the room, my fists swinging as anger coursed through my body. My knuckles grazed the bridge of her nose, and when she expelled a scream of pain I relished in it.
Knox was on me before I could do anything else, his strong arms wrapping around my middle, gently, and protectively.
“You’re pregnant…” My father’s voice wobbled, as he turned away from me, covering his exposed parts. It was weird to be having this conversation with him when he had been interrupted while screwing one of the people I hated most.
“Yes, Knox and I have been seeing each other for awhile…” Anger swirled in his once soft eyes, and I knew he was going to say something that would end us both.
“In my office, my business…” He narrowed his eyes at Knox.“Behind my back…” Venom filled his words.
“Our business…” Knox corrected him and then smiled, before continuing,“I guess we’re even now aren’t we?” The muscles in my father’s jaw tightened and I wondered if for a second he was going to explode on us.
“Even? Not yet, but I will be soon…” My father’s eyes cut to me,“and you, I’m so disappointed in your Meghan, you could’ve done so many things with your life, but instead you got wrapped up in him.”
There was smugness in his words that I didn’t like,“he cares about me, and that’s all that matters. We’re going to have this baby together and be a couple, in fact, were getting married.” I shoved my hand out to show him the two-carat engagement ring that Knox had given me.
Our relationship wasn’t perfect, and it was rocky at times but love was never easy if it was worth it.
Kelly sucked in a loud breathe,“we’ve barely finalized our divorce Knox, how could you?” Coldness washed over me as I looked her in the eyes.
“I’ve loved Meghan since she was a little girl, but I never acted on my feelings because it felt wrong, even when she was a teenager. Now she’s old enough to make her own choices, and I won’t let anyone, not even you stand in the way of us, our baby, and our future.” Knox held me together, his lips against the back of my head as he spoke.
“Get out of my office.” My father ordered, his eyes furious, and swirling with hate, and rage. Sadness consumed me and tears filled my eyes. Knox guided us to the door, but right before either of us could move across the threshold and out the door we heard my father’s final words.
“This isn’t over Knox. Not by a long shot.” I swallowed hard, knowing that it wasn’t over, at least not really. It was merely the start to something new. A new life, a new love.
Read on for more from J.LBeck…..
Their Best Friend’s Little Sister
A MFM ROMANCE
J.L Beck
Their Best Friend’s Little Sister © 2017 J.L. Beck
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Chapter One
TATE
My knocks intensified. No one was answering.
Jeremy my brother was supposed to be here.
I slumped down against the door, pushing my bag to the side. At least this apartment complex had nice, soft carpeting in the halls, because it seemed as if I was going to be sitting here for a while.
Pulling out my phone, I was quick to type out a text and send it my brother's way.
"Where are you? I'm in front of the door."
Sighing, I waited for a response. I wasn't expecting a quick one. If he had time to obsess over his phone, I doubted that he'd want his bratty little sister hanging around his apartment all the time.
"I'm hardly even there, Tate," he’d gone on, pitching it to me. "Someone may as well get use out of it. Right now, it's just Joel and Logan coming over and drinking my beer and using my fancy TV that I personally can never use."
A laugh. They were still so tight. Joel and Logan were twins, and basically my big brother's two best friends. Not only that, well, they were this girl's first crush. I wondered if they were still crush-able years later. I hadn't seen them in about four, ever since they moved away when Jeremy went to college. Apparently, their bromance continued, if Jeremy was casually letting them use his apartment when they didn’t even live there.
Turns out I wasn't going to have to wait long to meet them again.
"Joel and Logan will be coming over to let you in," Jeremy texted me.
I guess they had keys.
There was no rush on my end to respond immediately. I thought back to the twins and how, well, hot those guys were. They weren't completely identical or anything, but they were most definitely brothers. As a teenager, Joel was a big softer but still more muscular than most of the boys I ran into in high school.
Logan was most definitely more cut. Joel had this beautiful brown hair, while Logan’s was sort of a buzzed black. Many a night when I was alone, being anxious that my over-protective mother wouldn't let me do normal, teenage things, I'd sneak out, but what didn't help was that, since I lacked a father in my life, big bro decided to fill that role and also be an over-protective hard-ass where Mom couldn't be.
I knew he cared. I knew it was out of love. But it did leave me an eighteen-year-old virgin. All the same, though? I doubted he volunteered to let me stay at his place to continue his vigilance on my purity. If wasn’t even there, he couldn’t be my chastity belt in brother form, after all.
Yet instead of living in a dorm or a sorority or something else typical, I was living with my brother. I doubted that made me seem like a sexy, attractive adult. I sighed, and then heard footsteps.
I was prepared to face weird questions on why I was sitting cross-legged in the hallway. This was a pretty nice place, and they tend to be hostile to people doing weird things like I was.
Luckily, I didn't need to think of how to explain my predicament.
Instead, I was dealing with a sudden desire to swoon and faint in awe. Or whatever it was those dainty women did in old movies.
Joe
l and Logan. The twins.
Fuck, they got hot.
Hotter.
Whatever.
They'd always been older than me, and I’d always had a thing, but now they were damn near model quality. They’d filled out, taking cute, dumping it, and running full-on screaming into handsomeness.
I scrambled to my feet in front of them. I realized I had the stupidest look on my face. "Um, uh, yeah, hi," I managed to stumble over in the least cool fashion ever.
"Tate," Joel said. "My, my, hasn't little sister grown up?"
Blood rushed through my cheeks. "Um, maybe a little."
"There's nothing little about you," Logan added, his eyebrows waggling at me, and the direction of the eyes themselves told me it definitely wasn't a comment about my weight.
"Um... uh... yeah..." I couldn't make eye contact. They came in swinging, dropping lines like that on me. They always did this. It really riled Jeremy up for them to be hitting on me. Part of me knew it was a joke, but all the same, there was always that part that told me there was a kernel of truth in their teasing and that they liked what they saw.
Maybe it was all wishful thinking.
"So, my brother isn't here to let me in."
"The Jerm?" Logan said, walking up to the door, pulling out a key, and turning it. "Yeah, he told us he wanted us to be the welcoming party. Help you get settled in. He's kind of missed you."
"We've kind of missed you," Joel added in, a Cheshire cat-like grin taking over his face.
They led me into the apartment, and Jeremy definitely wasn't doing poorly for himself. This place was nice. He could have used the word penthouse or something to describe it. Huge windows with a beautiful view. A fully featured, huge kitchen. Carpets that made the hallway carpets feel like sandpaper in comparison. Jesus, the place was just huge.
I stumbled through it, just taking it all in awe.
"I bet this is a hell of a lot nicer than any dorm or sorority house you could stay in," Logan said. "Plus, you get to hang out with us. Can you really top that?"
"Aren't we full of ourselves?" I responded, heaving my bag around. Damn, this thing got heavier the more I carried it.
Hanging out with them seemed as if it would be more of a challenge in not jumping their bones than anything else. Four years was a big deal when you were both teenagers. When you got older, that gap seemed smaller and smaller.
An eighteen-year-old and a fourteen-year-old getting together was yuck. A twenty-two-year-old and an eighteen-year-old? Not so much. In the eyes of the law, we were all legally adults, free to make our own decisions, however stupid they might end up being.
It was silly. They were just fucking with me, and not in the way I dreamed about. That I could seduce one of them as a timid little virgin was crazy enough, but both of them? My imagination had a way of getting the best of me, I guessed.
"So, would you know what room is meant for me?"
"Yeah," Logan said. "It's my bedroom. It's not in this apartment, though."
Joel proceeded to shove an elbow right into his brother's gut. Logan just laughed it off. "It's the one to the left. The one with just a bed and a dresser. You should probably put your own touch to it so it looks less depressing."
I just shook my head in Logan's direction and gave Joel a nod. "Thanks."
Some time alone was exactly what I needed. Stop thinking about them. Maybe lock the door and look up something dirty to try to get my mind off them.
As I carried my bag down the hall, though, I glanced back. Getting my mind off them was a whole lot easier said than done.
Chapter Two
JOEL
"Dude, don't you think you're laying it on a little thick there?" I turned to my 'younger' brother, arms crossed, and loomed over him. "I know we always give her shit, but Jerm's not even here to get pissed off at us doing it. I thought we agreed that was most of the fun."
Logan had grabbed a beer out of the fridge. He was the rare weirdo who actually liked beer for it's taste, so if he wasn't going to be doing anything like driving or making serious, life-altering decisions, it was bottoms up. "You can't seriously tell me you aren't tempted when you see that."
"What, Tate?"
"Who else would I be talking about? That girl has turned into a fine-ass woman. Man, she's like, perfect now. Everything's just the right size." He did some comical gestures all around his chest and ass, as if he was trying to show me how he liked it and how Tate had shaped up.
"You know Jerm has always told her she was off-limits."
"Well, yeah, when she was underage. She was always an age bracket lower than us, bro. Although not to sound like a friggin' pedo or something, I'm pretty sure I remember the hints of a fine-ass woman back when she was fourteen and we were about to take off for the city."
I let out a breath. "I doubt everything changes just because she's legal now. Jeremy didn't call us over to fuck his sister. He just wanted us to let her in, make her feel welcome."
"I don't know about you, bro, but a good, solid fucking would definitely make me feel welcome."
"Dude, chill it. She's like a little sister to us."
Logan just started to laugh. He set his beer down and came over to my side and threw his arm around my shoulder. "Be honest with me here. When you stepped off that elevator and came along to see Tate, you weren't taken aback about how hot she was? How the Jerm's little sister suddenly became sex on two legs."
I grunted. I really did hate when he was right.
"You want her too, bro. If there's anything I've learned, it's that we share a lot of the same taste in women. Maybe it's part of our genetics or our upbringing, whatever. If I find a girl hot, you probably find her hot."
"Whatever you say. You just know that Jeremy isn't going to be on board with us trying to lay the moves in on his sister."
That caught Logan a bit off guard, but only for a moment. A devious grin formed on his face. "Maybe it's time we show him that his little sister is all grown up now and can take care of herself, eh?"
"You're not seriously considering putting the moves on her, are you?"
He laughed. "If the opportunity presents itself, I'm not going to let big brother get in the way of me showing little sister a whole new world of delights."
"Dude, we've been friends with Jeremy since the first grade."
"Yeah, we have. If he doesn't want us to be happy and doesn't want his sister to be happy, he really isn't that much of a friend after all, is he?"
I looked his way. God, thinking of Tate…yeah, it did things to me. She was always cute, and I knew she was going to become something special. I’d readily admit that I thought of a grown-up version of her now and then in my fantasies. If it was another era, it would have been a given. People married their friend’s sisters all the time. Hell, I was pretty sure it still happened.
Maybe it was just Jeremy's problem. He wanted to be big brother and Daddy all rolled into one, and that put him on edge sometimes. At the end of the day, though...
"I can't forbid you, and you wouldn't listen to me anyway."
"Now you're talking."
"Yeah, just, you know, make sure she's on board with it. I'll kick your ass myself if I hear you doing anything ungentleman-like."
"Why, Joel, I am the perfect gentleman." To prove his point, he did the worst curtsy I had ever seen. "Besides, my gut says you'll be right there along with me."
"You want to corrupt our best friend's little sister and give her the tag team? Jesus, you're a filthy, filthy man, Logan."
"I try. I really do."
Chapter Three
TATE
I managed a quick nap, too frustrated to do anything about my dirty thoughts. The idea of having them in the next room was a bit too much. I was hoping that they would leave, but when my brother said they hung around a lot, he wasn't lying. It was still just the twins, too, surprising me that my brother wasn't back.
I checked my phone. No notifications from him. I supposed he really was as hard
a worker as he said he was.
Hiding in my room all night wasn't really an option. I had to eat something at some point, and it wasn't as if I had any real reason to be scared of them. They weren't predators; they just made me blush and generally be nervous as all hell.
Building up some courage, I turned the knob and walked out of the room, ready to face down two hot guys who I had been objectifying for years.
I wandered into the main area of the apartment, feigning a yawn.
"Well look, it's Sleeping Beauty. Guess your trip took a lot more out of you than you thought?" Joel was standing at the stove cooking something.
I blinked his way. "Well, jet lag and all that." I shook my head then looked at his knife work. "You're cooking here? Are you sure you two don't live here?"
Joel chuckled. "No, no. Logan and I are firemen. We spend a whole lot of time on long shifts at the department. Being on edge. Working out. Eating Chili. You know the score."
"What, you live there?"
"No. We have our own place, just that we sorta went the opposite direction of Jeremy. He doesn't have much time yet rents this majestic place, while Logan and I rent a one bedroom where I take the bedroom, and he takes what's supposed to be the living room."
"Running into burning buildings doesn't pay the best, huh?"
"Eh, it gets better with more experience. For two bachelors, though? It's more than enough, and with Jeremy Megabucks here taking the load off, we can put a lot away."
My brother had entered the most boring field possible: finance. He was lured in by the big paychecks, and everything else was really secondary after that. I mean, money was nice, but wasn’t everything.
Hearing that the twins were fire fighters? Well, that just added to their charm. Literal professional heroes. There was something about the responsibility they were showing, too. Like, fiscal responsibility wasn't exactly what got my panties wet or anything, but there was something that just made them all the more appealing.
