Second Chance with Brother’s Best Friend
Sofia T Summers
Copyright © 2020 by Sofia T Summers
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Prologue: Leigh
1. Jace
2. Leigh
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4. Leigh
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Epilogue: Leigh
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It’s been six years since I left the love of my life for my love for the country.
Six years have passed since that secret was kept from me.
After all this time, Leigh is still as forbidden as she used to be.
My best friend’s tempting little sister.
A pretty girl with trouble written all over her.
I remember the day I lost control over myself.
The day I marked her as mine.
Just thinking about the fact that she’s moved on makes my blood boil.
I’m being told that she has a kid, that her man abandoned her.
But no one knows what the truth really is.
No one knows who that man was.
They say secrets have a way of coming out.
And the consequences of this one might be too much for us to handle.
Could a second chance even be on the cards for us if her kid is, in fact, mine?
Prologue: Leigh
Tonight was my brother’s 22nd birthday, and guess who of all people wasn’t invited.
Yeah, you guessed it: his own sister.
Sure, you could say that he had a legitimate reason: I was only nineteen, and he knew there’d be alcohol and God only knew what other kinds of insanity going on, and he didn’t want me to get into any trouble. But whether it was a legitimate reason or not, I still felt left out. I was at that age when a three-year age difference was starting to feel like less of a gap, and a lot of his friends were my friends. Especially since I’d spent my childhood tagging along after him. That included his birthday parties, which were always the best.
There was no way I was going to skip out on this one either, even if I was still too young to have alcohol—legally, anyway.
I waited until Andy had gone out, and then told my parents I’d be at Dawn’s place. Dawn had been my best friend since we were in kindergarten together—my parents didn’t blink twice at the thought that I’d be over at her house again. We were constantly living in each other’s pockets.
Dawn wasn’t going to this party. She was too much of a rule-follower… and honestly, so was I usually. If this wasn’t Andy’s birthday party, then I wouldn’t be going at all. But it was Andy, my brother, and so I knew that everything would ultimately be fine.
By the time I got there, the party was in full swing. It was a warm summer night and the bonfire made it even warmer, the flames climbing up so high I felt like they could touch the moon.
It wasn’t as crazy of a party as I’d imagined. There was a picnic table covered in food and booze, but people were mostly just hanging around and talking, goofing off a bit. Someone had brought a guitar and was plucking out a song, making up humorous—and dirty—lyrics as they went. Was this what Andy had been so worried about for me? Honestly? It didn’t seem like too much to me.
I wanted to go and join them, especially in case I could find Jace, but I hung out by the cars, lurking in the shadows. I felt like a bit of a creeper, but I didn’t know how to join the group without Andy noticing me. Once I was in the group, that would work, there were plenty of people to help me blend in. But getting from the cars to the bonfire I’d be all alone and Andy could spot me easily. I was in no mood to get into an argument with him.
Where was Jace? I couldn’t see him. Usually he was in the thick of things, telling jokes, making everyone laugh. Including me. I’d had a major crush on the guy for years. Now that I was older, and hopefully our age difference didn’t seem as large, I wondered if maybe…
A pair of hands covered my eyes and I jumped in surprise. “What do you think you’re doing here?”
I recognized that deep voice. Jace’s voice had dropped pretty damn far, into a rumbling bass, when he was sixteen. It had startled people until the rest of his body had grown up to match and he’d grown into the tall, muscular young man I was secretly drooling over.
It sent a thrill through me to hear his voice so close, to feel the heat of his body behind me, his hands over my eyes.
“You shouldn’t be out of your crib so late,” Jace continued, teasing me, and I frowned.
“Pretty sure you used up all the baby jokes five years ago,” I pointed out. “And what can I say? I’m a free spirit, can’t be tamed. I staged a prison break.”
Jace chuckled. His hands lifted from my eyes but dropped to my shoulder. “Andy’s going to kill you the moment he sees you, jailbird.”
“That’s only if he sees me, and he won’t.”
Jace let go of me, and I immediately missed the warmth of his touch. He walked around me, facing me. His dark hair was flopping down into his eyes a little, looking unbearably soft, and his blue eyes pierced me, pinned me in place like a butterfly in a glass case. “And why shouldn’t I go to him right now and tell him that you’re lurking around? It’s his birthday. He set the rules.”
“You wouldn’t do that,” I said with more confidence than I felt, lifting up my chin. I’d gotten curves and weight, but not height, with puberty, which meant Jace towered over me. It was sexy, but also annoying when I was trying to stand my ground with him.
“How do you know that? Best friends have to be loyal.”
I shrugged. “I just know it.”
Jace folded his arms. “How about you give me a reason not to tell him? And a good one.”
I knew that he didn’t mean it the way that I was thinking, but it still thrilled me, sent heat spiraling right down between my legs, to hear him say that. Should I do it? Could I do it? This wasn’t exactly what I’d been planning when I’d come here, but I’d been dreaming about Jace for so long—I’d be an idiot not to do something about it now.
Taking a deep breath, I stepped forward so that there was barely an inch separating us. “I’ll do whatever you want,” I whispered, keeping my eyes locked on his, my voice dropping into what I hoped was a seductive whisper. I’d never tried to be seductive before.
Jace’s eyes went wide, and the next thing I knew he was grabbing my arm and dragging me out behind the cars, into the woods. I co
uld still see the bonfire through the trees, could follow it back so I wouldn’t get lost—but it was far enough away that I couldn’t see any actual people, and nobody could see us.
“What exactly do you think you’re doing!?” Jace asked, his voice low and rough. “Would you say that to just anyone who caught you?”
“Of course not!”
“This isn’t a game, Leigh.”
“I know, do I look like I’m playing?” I stepped in again, pressing our bodies together properly this time, wrapping my arms around his neck. “I mean it. If you keep quiet about my being here, I’ll do anything you want. Because it’s what I want, too.”
Jace’s hands fell to my waist, squeezing, and I felt another thrill inside of me. Just being pressed against him like this with the promise, the possibility, of more was making me so wet. It was all I could do not to squirm against him.
“This is real,” Jace confirmed. His eyes were searching mine. “This isn’t some kind of joke?”
“Why would I joke about something like this?”
“I don’t know, maybe because you saw the way I’ve been looking at you since your graduation?”
Graduation? From high school?
That had been a year ago. Jace had been looking at me that whole time? And I hadn’t noticed? How could I have missed something like that?
“I had no idea,” I admitted honestly. “But I want you. I’ve wanted you, for so long. And I’m offering. Don’t tell Andy I’m here.” I grabbed his hand and guided it up underneath my shirt. “Let me give you what we both want.”
Jace made a noise that was halfway between a growl and something much deeper, something wounded almost, and seized my mouth in a passionate kiss.
I moaned helplessly. I’d been kissed before, although not for a couple of years, and none of those fumbling attempts had been anything like his. Jace knew what he was doing, sliding his tongue along my bottom lip and then pushing just the tip inside before darting back, teasing—and then going in again, this time sliding his tongue all the way inside.
God, it felt so fucking good. Jace ground against me and I clung to him, along for the ride, feeling like I was soaring higher than any drug. I had wanted this for so long but I hadn’t dared to dream that it would be this good, that Jace would be this good at it. I could feel him getting hard against me, oh God he felt so thick, I wanted him so badly…
Jace tore his mouth away, panting. “Leigh—Leigh c’mon. Andy would kill us.”
“That’s Andy’s problem,” I shot back. “We’re adults, we’re consenting, and it’s our business, not his, what we choose to do. Besides, I can keep a secret.”
Jace stared at me. I could see him struggling, trying to decide what to do. “Leigh…”
I kissed along his jaw, then down his neck. I never wanted to take my mouth off of his skin. “Please, Jace, please. I’ve been thinking about this for years, wanted you for years… I want you to fuck me, please—please take me…”
Jace let out a groan that vibrated through his entire body, against mine, and then he grabbed me again, kissing me hard. My head was spinning. This was it, tonight I was finally going to get with my dream guy.
1
Jace
Greenville hadn’t changed at all in the six years I’d been gone. I felt like I was a whole lifetime away from who I’d been the last time I’d been here but coming back was like being in a time capsule. There were the same small business, the same people, the same… everything.
This town was so small enough that there weren’t any of those chain stores that usually popped up—no CVS Pharmacy or anything like that. It was a short enough drive that you could get to one if you wanted to, though. Not even Greenville could totally escape progress. But with less than two thousand people living in it, they sure could try.
We were the kind of town Stephen King wrote about: remote, set in our ways, everyone knew everyone, and we were set in Maine. All that was missing was a killer alien clown lurking in the sewers.
Once, I never would’ve imagined I’d end up back here. Not that I hated Greenville, far from it. I’d always liked it here. But there were so few opportunities. There hadn’t really been a place for me. Now, with my fucking knee all busted up, I didn’t have much of a choice. It was nice, though. To be home. And what was more, I had a plan.
My uncle Dave had a small contracting business. Now that my knee was making me say bye-bye to the military, I had a plan to get Dave’s business really off the ground, make it into something. I’d been taking online courses to get all my certification and know-how while I’d been in rehab for my knee, and I had a nest egg saved up from my covert ops. They sure did pay you well to keep your mouth shut, especially when there was a high chance of you never coming home.
Driving through, I tried to keep a low profile. I’d had a lot of friends when I left, but I wasn’t quite ready for the gossip mill to start about my return. I wanted to get settled in first, as much as I could.
The rental that I’d managed to nab was rundown, to say the least, but it was well-made. A sturdy house. And I could fix up whatever needed it. It would be good practice for my business.
Pulling up in the rickety pick-up I’d bought, I surveyed the house. Yeah, peeling paint and rickety steps, those would need touch ups. But the bones were solid. I didn’t see anything that made me fear the roof would cave in on me.
Stepping out of the truck, I grabbed my bags and went inside to investigate. It was small but cozy. Everything worked in the kitchen, electricity and water seemed to be good, and I didn’t see any signs of bugs, animals, or rotting wood. I could definitely make this work. Touch things up here and there. It would be free advertising, in a way.
Out through the back window, I saw the dense woods. A smile slid across my face and I set my bags down, stepping out, breathing in deep. The scent of pine filled my nose and I could feel the tension leaving my shoulders. I’d always loved nature, especially the woods. I used to go running through them all the time as a kid, playing pirate or knights or spies. Ha. If only little kid Jace had known what was in store for him… the games I’d played out here, with Andy, had been nothing like the reality I’d faced overseas.
Andy. I wondered if he was still around. And… Leigh. The scent of the trees made me think of her. It made me think of the times we’d snuck out and gone on long walks, not anywhere in particular, just through the woods. How we’d made love on a blanket under the trees, again and again. Back then all it had taken was a stiff breeze to have my cock hard and aching, to say nothing of a voluptuous girl begging me to fuck her. Leigh had been perfection.
She probably wasn’t still here. Last I had spoken to her about it, her plan had been to transfer to an art school in NYC. She’d always had a talent for art—I had no doubt she was someone important in Greenwich Village by now. And good for her. It was what she deserved. But I knew I’d be seeing her ghost all over town.
I’d known Leigh my whole life, or just about. As kids she’d follow Andy and me everywhere. She worshipped her big brother. Andy complained the way older siblings always did but he’d loved her, and always looked out for her. The shift for Leigh and me from basically-friends to lovers had been smoother than either of us had expected. We were already so comfortable around each other, already so used to teasing each other. It had thrilled me all the way down to my bones to know that there was someone who knew me so well, someone to whom I never had to explain myself, someone with whom I could feel so… safe.
Yeah, I was going to miss her. When I ran into Andy—and it was always a question of when, not if, in this tiny town—I’d ask him how she was doing. I hoped he didn’t mind my lack of keeping in touch over the years. I hadn’t been allowed to contact anyone at home once I’d started in covert ops. I was sure it would be fine, though.
I was glad to be back.
2
Leigh
Ugh, I’d had no real idea what ‘tired’ meant until I’d had a kid.
Re
sting on the part bench, giving my feet a rest, I kept an eye on Sammy as he chased a squirrel around the playground. He was small for his age but he was a little maniac, with so much energy I sometimes joked I’d birthed the living embodiment of an energy drink instead of an actual human being.
It was nice to just sit, though. Enjoy the spring breeze. Soon it would be summer, and too warm, and I’d have to slather Sammy with sunblock and feel like a goddamn mountain of ice cream left out in the sun with how much I was sweating.
My phone buzzed, and I could guess who from before I even picked it up. “Hey Dawn.”
“What if I had been someone else? You didn’t even check the caller I.D. did you.”
“I don’t need to, I know it’s you.” I was grinning, but really, who else would be calling me? Andy? If it was an emergency, maybe. Usually he just texted me.
“Yes, yes, our lives are super boring, don’t remind me.” Dawn was laughing, though. “I just wanted to double check that we’re still on for dinner?”
“Oh, yes. Sammy’s counting on your famous spaghetti and meatballs.” Dawn was such a help, having Sammy and me over for dinner so that I didn’t have to worry about it all the time.
“Well, at least one man appreciates my cooking. Mom always said the way to a man’s heart was through meatballs but now I’m thinking she was talking about the wrong set of balls.”
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