Her Best Friend's Brother

by Nicolette Lyons

  In a single move, Max lightly pressed his shoulder into her belly as he rose and tossed her over his back, carrying her to the bed and dropping her to the surface in a heap of tingling limbs and wet thighs. She clawed at the sheets, tiny aftershocks zipping through her because of their decadence, and watched as he stripped himself bare. His cock was thick, standing tall and proud and nearly touching Max’s belly button. The tip red and slick.

  “Pull your knees back and hold them,” Max ordered. “Let me see you, wet and waiting for me.”

  Max’s order brought a fresh blush to her cheeks but she found herself doing as she was told without question, giving herself over to Max’s more experienced care because she knew she wouldn’t regret it.

  The sight of him staring at her sex shocked her sense of decency, but the tenderness and desire she saw on his face, the need and caring for her she saw in his expression, erased her inhibitions. Between a man and wife nothing was forbidden. And as far as she was concerned, she’d become Max’s wife the moment he’d asked her to marry him, even though she hadn’t accepted.

  “Spread your knees wider. Wider, Chloe. Ahh, that’s it,” Max said, lowering his hand to rub against her.

  Instead of easing the ache inside her, his touch only served to stoke the desire to be possessed by him. “Please.”

  “What do you want,” he demanded.

  “You.”

  “Where. Here,” he asked, teasing her entry with his thumb.

  Her breath hitched in her chest and she nodded rapidly, her grip on her knees tightening because her body— Surely not again so soon? “Please.”

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Max made her come again just by teasing her swollen, over-sensitized clit. But before she could descend from the second climax, he thrust into her in a single move that sent her soaring right back into the haze of pleasure, pulling out and sliding back in deeper, the slickness of her body allowing him to slam into her with all the speed and force their too-long-denied bodies required.

  She’d heard of women having multiple orgasms but she’d never considered herself the type who could experience such a phenomena. Thankfully, Max proved her wrong, and from the expression on his face when he struggled to catch his breath, he was quite pleased with the results.

  A knock sounded on the door of the sitting room and Max quickly donned his shorts to retrieve their brunch cart. While Max took care of the food, she sat up in bed and fluffed the pillows, wondering if she’d ever see the man from the balcony across from them again—and praying she wouldn’t now that she’d screamed Max’s name for the entire floor to hear. It was one thing to see someone and think them attractive in a general sort of way, but quite another to know what they sound like during sex.

  “You’re blushing,” Max murmured as he reentered the bedroom pushing the cart. “Why.”

  She couldn’t keep the color from blooming in her face or stop the embarrassed smile she now wore. “Just wondering what the guy in the next room thinks now.”

  “Do you care,” Max asked.

  “No, not in the sense that you’re implying but— It’s embarrassing.”

  “Because he knows I can make you scream when you come.”

  “Because he had to have heard us in the act of something so…intimate.”

  “Did it turn you on,” Max asked, lowering himself to the edge of the bed. He held out a plump, juicy-looking strawberry for her to eat. “Knowing he was out there listening.”

  She parted her lips the moment Max touched the strawberry to her mouth, and used the excuse of biting into the scrumptious fruit to ponder his words. Had she been turned on by the thought of the man listening to them? And if she was turned on by it— “Isn’t that wrong?”

  Max finished off the strawberry and chose another for her to eat.

  “Why would it be wrong? He didn’t see us, and even if he had, I wouldn’t allow him to see you intimately. That’s a pleasure for my eyes only,” Max stated firmly. “But it’s a long-standing fantasy to be watched or heard during the act. And if it enhances your pleasure, why not enjoy it.”

  She blinked at the news. “Does it do that for you? Is it one of your fantasies?”

  Max was silent a long moment.

  “I suppose. But only in the sense that they’d envy me because the woman I’m with is passionately mine and mine alone.”

  His and his alone. Yeah, she could get used to that.

  After brunch they showered and dressed for the beach. While Max arranged for a cabana to be set up for them, she unpacked her clothes and frowned down at them. “I’m going to have to find a laundry.”

  “You won’t need clothes while you’re here,” Max said with a wolfish grin.

  She laughed at his expression but shrugged off her embarrassment. Beach time meant bathing suits, and she could wash her undies in the sink and lay them out to dry. Really, now that the wedding was over, what did she need besides shorts and tanks? Or nothing at all?

  “Are you sore,” Max asked softly, his gaze roaming her face when she glanced at him in surprise.

  “Um…huh?”

  Max drew her close and gave her a soft kiss.

  “Don’t pretend you weren’t a virgin. Are you sore?”

  She was. But in the most wonderful way. “A little, I guess.”

  “I thought so.”

  “I was hoping you wouldn’t notice,” she admitted. “Women my age aren’t virgins unless there’s something wrong.”

  Max frowned at that. “You take your faith very seriously. That’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

  It wasn’t. Except for the fact that she’d held onto her virginity all of these years, saved herself for marriage, only to give it away beforehand anyway. Because with Max you couldn’t say no.

  “I wouldn’t have been upset had you not been, but I can’t say that I’m not thrilled at being the only man who’s ever had you—or will,” Max added.

  She smoothed her hands over his pecs. “Getting awfully cocky, aren’t you? I haven’t agreed to marry you.”

  “Yet,” he quickly added. “You haven’t said yes yet, but you will.”

  Yeah, she probably would. But not right now. Not until they were home and she knew Max’s head was clear of the salty sea air wreaking havoc on their desire and awareness of one another. “Oh, really?”

  “Without a doubt,” he stated. “Otherwise I’ll simply kidnap you and keep you all to myself until you can’t possibly deny me anything.”

  She made a show of rolling her eyes at his boast, but her heart leapt at the thought of being Max’s captive, like some damsel captured by a rogue pirate. A gentleman pirate of course, her mind added. A man of worth and value who roamed the high seas for adventure until he found desire in something—someone—else.

  “Hey, where’d you go,” Max demanded, slipping his fingers under her chin to lift it so she would meet his gaze.

  A fiery blush rosied her cheeks at where her thoughts had gone, and she realized the tropical locale had given her a few fantasies of her own. “I’m here.”

  “No, what was that about,” he demanded. “What were you thinking that’s making you flush.”

  She smiled up at him and lifted onto her tiptoes to kiss him, lingering over the caress. “Maybe I’ll tell you…on the beach.”

  “Why there and not here?”

  “Because we have to get away from that bed,” she said pertly. “You know, you’re not the only one with fantasies.” That said, she grabbed her beach bag and practically ran toward the door, glancing over her shoulder when a husky growl reached her ears. She laughed at the sound—and Max’s very intrigued expression.

  “A fantasy, you say.”

  CHAPTER NINE

  Laying on the beach beside Max dressed in her skimpy bathing suit left her squirming on the lounge chairs provided by the hotel. But ever since snagging the spot, Max had attempted to continue their conversation about her fantasy. “I’m not telling you,” she said for the fifth time. “Ye
t,” she added, using the word he’d favored inside the suite.

  She couldn’t tell what he was thinking behind the dark sunglasses he wore, but the tingling in her body made it clear he stared at her. Her body reacted to him in a way it had never responded to anyone else in her life. Some might say it was lust or desire. Carnality. But she knew differently. And while she sincerely hoped he meant what he said about the two of them getting married one day in the future, for now she was content just to be with him after all the years of loving him from a distance.

  He settled his long, lean frame more comfortably in the lounger and laced his fingers behind his head as he regarded her. The pose was casual and one of contentment, but she had to admire the play of muscles and tendons and sun-kissed skin so elegantly sprawled out and on display in black swim trunks tied at his waist.

  “As long as you know I’ll fulfill every fantasy you have,” he murmured, lowering his voice when an elderly couple strolled by hand-in-hand.

  Chloe watched the couple shuffle along the boardwalk that wove through the various buildings and parallel to the beach. “Even that one,” she asked, sliding him a glance.

  “Especially that one. I want to grow old with you,” Max said, his words matching those in her mind. “I want to know you so well we finish each other’s sentences, and spend our elder years rattling around a house playing with our grandchildren when we’re not traveling the world.”

  Oh, now that was a nice fantasy. One she would very much like to share with him.

  “But that means you have to say yes,” he added. “What’s holding you back, Chloe. The real reason.”

  Chloe closed the book she wasn’t reading and swung her feet to the sand. Her breasts jiggled a bit with the move, and she wondered if Max noticed. “Honestly?”

  She’d never confided the truth in anyone besides Em, who had been sworn to secrecy.

  “Of course. I always want you to tell me the truth.”

  She grabbed the bottle of sunscreen and began to apply it with vigorous motions. “My parents weren’t the perfect couple everyone thought they were. Oh, they told everyone who’d listen that they’d fallen in love at first sight. That their love was magical, like something from a movie. But the truth is behind closed doors they fought all the time, and the trip they were on when they were killed… They were going to a marriage seminar as a last ditch effort to work on things before filing for divorce.”

  She smacked the flip-lid closed on the lotion and looked up to see Max staring at her, his lips parted.

  “I had no idea.”

  “No one could know. We had to keep up appearances.” She shrugged and flopped down on the lounger on her belly, desperately wanting to bury her face in her towel and let go of the tears stinging her eyes. “My father knew I was reaching my tolerance cap with them fighting all the time. I was starting to rebel. I stayed out past curfew, slacked off on my grades. If I’d known you were interested in me then, well, added to their marital issues they easily could’ve had a full-blown rebellion on their hands. Given the timing of our fathers’ talk with you, I’m sure it was my father’s attempt to avoid the drama of—”

  “Chloe gone wild,” Max murmured.

  She lowered her chin to her folded hands and nodded, forced a smile. “I want you, Max. I love being here with you. Being with you. But I can’t say yes.”

  “You can. You aren’t your parents, Chloe. Just because they weren’t happy, that doesn’t mean we won’t be happy.”

  “I know. But I have to be sure we’re together for the right reasons, and that once we’re home and back into the grind of work and life and everyday stresses, we won’t wake up and realize all we really have is years of pent up sexual attraction.” Max was silent a long time, but she could feel him staring at her from behind those glasses of his. “What? Please, say something.”

  Max swung his feet to the sand and leaned towards her. He picked up the bottle of sunscreen, but before flipping the cap, he plucked the ties of her bikini top loose and let them fall to her sides. He smoothed the cool, coconut-scented lotion on her back, massaging the tension from her shoulders.

  “You’re mine,” he said, the words a rough, sexy rumble. “You gave yourself to me, Chloe. It meant everything to me that you waited so long and yet you gave yourself to me, but now that I know what you’ve been through, it means even more.”

  His hand slid low on her back, his fingers dipping into the waistband of her suit bottom. She caught her breath at the feel of his touch, the sore muscles in her lower body clenching with anticipation. “I’m just telling you why I can’t say yes.”

  He squirted more of the lotion into his palm and then smoothed it over her upper thigh, one then the other. Down her legs, back up again, his fingers repeatedly grazing the crease between.

  She fisted her hands around her towel and struggled to control her breathing, desperately wanting Max to stroke a little deeper when his teasing fingers ignited the fire within her. He palmed her rear, his thumb smoothing lotion along her suit bottom while his fingers slipped beneath the material and into her suddenly wet warmth. “Oh.”

  Max growled out a frustrated sound, rubbing his fingers against her clit with a little more force and speed.

  “Max, stop,” she whimpered. The beach was mostly deserted this time of day as people headed inside for lunch and naps. She’d seen them leave in pairs and groups while she and Max had talked, but they were still in a public area. Still—

  He slid a finger into her and she gasped, clenching around the digit in greedy pleasure. He stroked his thumb over her bum, atop her suit, as though fascinated by her anatomy, but in reality his finger—fingers— “Ma—” The climax tore through her in an instant and she broke off, biting her lip to stay quiet and still when she wanted to scream and part her legs wider, to lift against him so his fingers would thrust deeper and she could ride the feel of him.

  Max must have understood her craving. He slid as deep as he could and ground his palm down, the act pinching her clit in indescribable pleasure.

  She blinked and shuddered, struggling to control her ragged breathing and movements when her gaze locked on the man sitting in a deeply shaded spot behind them, across the boardwalk. The man from the balcony.

  He watched them.

  A final tremor ran the length of her body. From beneath her lashes she saw the man lift the glass in his hand in a silent toast, mouthing the word beautiful.

  Chloe buried her head in her towel and squeezed her thighs together to stem the need spiking within her once more, all at the thought of the man watching her while Max had teased her to climax. “Max… Can we go to the room?”

  CHAPTER TEN

  They made it as far as the hotel restroom that was a little out of the way and rarely used. Chloe had noticed it when they’d crossed the lobby and since she didn’t think she could make it all the way to their floor—nor could Max for that matter—she tugged him toward the restroom and discreetly shoved him inside. “I want to suck you.”

  Growing up a good Christian girl, she hadn’t imagined herself ever uttering those words but God had made Eve to give Adam a companion, comfort, and she wanted to comfort Max. Now.

  His hands trembled slightly as he yanked at the drawstring of his trunks, but the moment it was loose she helped him shove the material low. She dropped her beach towel on the floor to spare her knees and took his cock between her lips as though she’d die without it. In a sense, it felt that way. Max’s words on the beach about them not being her parents had gone a long way to reassure her about their relationship. And this— This was Max’s bonus for saying just the right thing.

  “Chloe, easy.”

  Max’s breath chugged in and out of his lungs, and she was aware of him watching her mouth him. He braced a hand against the wall behind her for support, using the other to keep her hair from obscuring his view.

  “You act like you love doing that.”

  She hollowed her jaws and slowly drew her lips up h
is length to the tip, flicking the ridge and the warm, salty wetness she found. “I do,” she whispered against the head, smiling when his cock jerked at the breath of air she released. “I want to make you feel as good as you make me.”

  “Then come here. I want to come inside you.”

  Max let her have one last tongue-lashing taste before he dragged her up and walked them both backward to the leather chair that faced a mirror on the far wall. He sat in the seat and stripped her bathing suit bottom off before using his hands on her hips to spin her around so that she sat with her back to his chest.

  “Watch us, Chloe. Watch us.”

  Her eyes widened at the view. Max had spread her legs apart, her thighs atop his, and she saw his cock straining toward her entry. Saw herself—open. Glistening. Ready for him. So very eager.

  “Lift up,” Max ordered, his hand at the base of her back, guiding her so that he could slip a hand between them and position his cock perfectly. “Slowly. I want to feel every inch.”

  So did she.

  Her arms quivered with the strain of holding herself up and descending so slowly, and she decided she needed to lift more weights. If this was the pay-off, heavier weights and more cardio were a good investment.

  She moaned when she felt Max sliding oh-so-slowly into her warmth, the visual fueling her desire as much as the sensation itself. When she’d seated herself completely, Max widened his legs, forcing her body down on him even more. She felt full and stretched and amazing, thanks to the pressure created by the position.

  “What do we look like, sweetheart. Do you like us together.”