Baby for Brother’s Best Friend
Brother’s Best Friend Book 1
Sofia T Summers
Copyright © 2020 by Sofia T Summers
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The following story contains mature themes, strong language and sexual situations. It is intended for mature readers.
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Contents
Description
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Epilogue
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Description
I felt like my life was slipping out of my hands when I made the mistake of sleeping with my brother’s best friend.
Can you blame me?
I’m divorced and alone.
And I dream of having a family.
A baby.
So, I went to the only person who I thought could help me.
My fertility doctor.
Who, in fact, is my younger brother’s best friend.
The age gap should’ve been enough for me to keep a distance.
But my heart didn’t listen.
Playing by the rules had never gotten me anywhere.
So, I wanted the forbidden fruit this time.
I wanted his strong arms to hold me tight.
And his gorgeous eyes to look into mine.
I knew what was coming.
It was the one thing I didn’t want.
Love.
Prologue
Lyssa
As our bodies writhed and tangled together, I was seized with such an intense feeling, such an overwhelming passionate lust, that I could hardly breathe. Dan’s skin, slick against mine, pushed me harder and harder against the dark wood of his desk. I panted and moaned, arching my back and pushing my round hips against his body, eager for more.
“You like that, baby?” Dan growled in my ear. His hot mouth found my earlobe and his lips and tongue teased me before he began to suck and lick at the sensitive place. Intense, amazing sensations raced up and down my spine, thrilling and chilling me, and I moaned again as my whole body began to shake and quiver.
It had never been like this. Never. Dan wasn’t my first or my only, but being locked in his arms in a passionate embrace made me feel like we were the last two people on earth. Like we had made it through the apocalypse together, like we were the sole survivors.
Like we were more than just that.
Like we were soulmates, I thought as Dan slipped his fingers into my body once again. He was behind me, holding me tightly. My skirt was bunched around my waist and my pantyhose and underwear had been yanked down, exposing my ass and my pussy for the whole world to see – if the whole world could look into the windows of Dan’s thirty-third floor office, that is. My tits strained at my blouse and I gasped as Dan reached a hand around my body and fumbled with the buttons, pulling the material open. My tits popped out and I moaned as Dan’s hand began stroking my hard nipples, then pulling and pinching them until I squealed with delight. He knew just how to touch me, knew just how to paw me.
Knew just how to drive me mad with lust – and I was loving every single second of it.
“Fuck,” Dan groaned. He pushed his body against mine and I felt his stiff manhood poking against my bare ass through the material of his trousers. He took his hand away from my nipples and I sucked in a mouthful of air, frustrated that he’d stopped his delicious ministrations to my waiting body. I wanted him so much that I felt like I would explode if he didn’t finish me off.
“I want you,” I purred as I closed my eyes and thrust my hips backwards. I didn’t care how I looked – didn’t care that my clothes were twisted and bunched, didn’t care that I was writhing like a total slut. I wanted Dan so much, wanted him so bad that he was all I could think about. His strong, capable hands touching my body and bringing me to the verge of a powerful climax. His cock, which felt huge, plunging inside of me and filling me with the most ecstatic sensations imaginable. In that moment, I didn’t care about anything rational. Didn’t care about rhyme or reason.
And definitely didn’t care that we were in the middle of his Manhattan office, fooling around like horny teenagers.
Dan’s hot breath against my neck made me shiver and I turned to face him, kissing him deeply and savoring the rich scent of his cologne as it invaded my senses. He put his strong hands on my face and held me close, then moved his hands down my body and cupped my tits. Pulling away from me, he gave me a devilish grin.
“Please,” I begged softly. “I want you so much – I can’t take it anymore!”
Dan leaned in and kissed me again. He sucked on my lower lip and moved his hands down my body, stroking the damp curls of my pubic hair before teasing the soft skin of my inner thighs and rubbing my pussy lips. It felt so good, so teasing, that I nearly howled with delight when he slid a finger inside of me and began to circle my hard clit with his thumb. I knew that he was getting off on prolonging the moment when our two bodies would finally become one, but I couldn’t handle it anymore and with a frustrated gasp, I reached for his pants and fumbled with his belt. Dan groaned as I slid my hand inside his fly and touched his massive cock for the first time – I nearly gasped when I realized he was so big, so huge that I could barely fit my grip around his shaft.
“Fuck, baby,” Dan groaned again. His eyes rolled back in his head as I tugged his pants down and his cock bobbed free. As his body moved closer to mine, I leaned back against his desk and spread my legs. My inner thighs were slick with pussy juice and the smell of my arousal hung in the air like a heavy perfume. Normally, it would have embarrassed me – but Dan breathed in deep and growled with lust. He steadied himself with a hand against my hip and plunged inside of me.
For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. The pleasure was too strong, too intense, and I nearly shrieked with fulfilled desire as Dan drove into me, over and over and over. His cock fit perfectly inside of my pussy, as if we’d been made for each other, and I moaned softly into Dan’s neck. His hand found its way to my hard clit and began rubbing me in time with his hard thrusts, and soon I was gasping and bucking and thrusting my hips against him, eager for more.
“You like that, baby,” Dan growled in my ear. We kissed hotly and I purred into his mouth, panting hard as we pulled back.
“Yes,” I whimpered. “Yes, I love it!”
Dan responded by fucking me harder, sliding deep inside of me and filling every inch of my pussy with his massive dick. I nearly shrieked as he d
rove all the way inside of me, burying himself to the hilt as he rubbed my clit faster and faster. Sweat broke out over my skin and our bodies slid and tangled together as the sex grew more intense by the second. I was barely aware of the edge of his desk biting into my ass, barely aware of the strained muscles in my thighs as I struggled to my keep my balance. I could feel that a powerful orgasm was close to breaking over me and I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from screaming.
Dan’s thumb rubbed slow, torturous circles around my clit and I felt an unfamiliar sensation, like nothing I’d ever experienced before, start to build in my lower belly. I bit down harder on my lip and buried my face in Dan’s neck as my orgasm crashed over my head like a tidal wave. Gripping sensation after gripping sensation took hold of my body and pleasure took me hostage as the feeling swelled inside of me again and again and again.
“Fuck yeah, baby,” Dan groaned. I felt his cock seize and twitch inside of me, then he growled deeply as his own orgasm began to take him over. We bucked and moaned and came together, clutching at each other like we were drowning.
When it was over, I was breathing so hard that I thought I was going to pass out. Dan gave me a sweet, tender kiss on the mouth before pulling out of me and exhaling sharply. We were both soaked in sweat and the smell of sex hung heavily in the air of his office. My heart was pounding and I steadied myself against the desk with one hand as I began fumbling at my clothes with the other. Just as I was smoothing my skirt down over my flared hips, Dan’s intercom buzzed. The sound made me gasp and jump with surprise, and Dan chuckled under his breath.
“Dr. Andrews, I have your three o’clock,” a woman’s voice sang, crackling with static.
Dan cleared his throat. “I’ll take it in two, Alice,” he said as he leaned down over the intercom. While he directed his voice into the sleek plastic box, he kept his eyes on me and I flushed hotly. I was still shaking from the intense, insane orgasm that had just rocked my world and I took a deep breath and wiped my sweaty face with my equally sweaty hands.
“That was amazing,” Dan said. He leaned in and gave me another kiss, then raised an eyebrow at me. “I can’t wait to see you again,” he added in a low voice.
I was still trembling. All I do was blush and nod as I grabbed my purse and scurried out of Dan’s office, my heart in my throat. Just as I was exiting the office into the hall, another woman – another patient – brushed past me. She was immaculately groomed and tall and blonde, and she gave me a weird look as if to say, What’s the matter with you?
I smiled weakly as I went into the reception area and pulled open the heavy glass doors that led to the elevator. The entire time, my heart was pounding. I couldn’t believe what I’d just done, and I felt like it was written on my face, plain as day.
The elevator seemed to take forever to arrive. When it did, I practically hurtled inside and pushed the button for the ground floor, punching against it with my short, stubby nails. The doors closed with a slow speed that made my chest ache with anxiety and as soon as I was alone in the metal box, I sighed with relief and brushed a hand through my sweaty hair.
As soon as I arrived on the ground floor, I hustled out of the building and onto the crowded Manhattan street, still breathing hard. People swarmed and crowded around me like a smelly river and I knew that I should move, knew that I should get out of the way, but all I could do was stand there, like I was rooted to the spot.
How the hell did that just happen, I thought as my heart continued to race.
My brother’s best friend and I ... we just had sex!
The thought was sobering, and I swallowed as my stomach did another backflip.
And even worse – he’s supposed to be my fertility doctor!
1
Lyssa – Sunday
Two Weeks Prior
“Come on, come on,” I muttered to myself as I looked around my brand-new apartment for the paper bag of groceries – the same bag I’d spent a whopping forty dollars on at Whole Foods, not two hours before. Finally, I spotted it – it was on the corner of the dining room table.
The table, which I had been so proud of when I’d first bought it, was now languishing under the weight of boxes and books. I had stood at IKEA, staring at it and marveling that in just a few days, it would be mine.
I’d never bought my own furniture before. At thirty-seven, that was a funny (if not downright embarrassing) thing to admit, but it was true. I’d promised myself that I’d keep my new apartment clean and cozy, the perfect shelter and home for me. I’d promised myself that I’d sit down at the dining room table and eat dinner every night while reading – a real book, not scrolling through TheSkimm on my phone or playing a game on my iPad.
But so far, it hadn’t happened. Ever since moving to Brooklyn and getting started, I’d been so busy with work and getting acclimated that I hadn’t sat down at my table once. If I wasn’t working late at the law firm where I was employed as a paralegal, eating a sad desk salad, I was at home, snarfing down Chinese takeout on the couch while I binged The Bachelor and other admittedly trashy reality shows that kept my brain placid and calm.
Oh, well, I told myself as I reached for the bag and tightened my grip around the paper. There’s always next week. A fresh start.
I’d had a huge fresh start lately, but I figured that there was always room for improvement. Now, I was about to head out to my parents’ house. They lived in Cos Cob, Connecticut, which was just over an hour’s drive. Back when I’d first told Mom and Dad that I was moving to Brooklyn, they’d pushed back a little.
“Hon, you’d be so much happier in Manhattan,” Mom had said, looking a little concerned. To her, Brooklyn hadn’t changed much since the sixties – and I knew that there was little I could do to convince her of that fact.
“And safer,” Dad added.
I’d had to hold my tongue so I wouldn’t say anything even more disappointing, but the truth was, I was so proud of myself. Proud for walking out of a disastrous situation. Proud for righting what had gone so very, very wrong in my life. It had taken years – I had been in my early- thirties when I’d started – but I was proud all the same. This was the first time in my adult life that I’d lived by myself, and I looked forward to establishing a real routine in my new apartment, even one as simple as having dinner at the real table every night.
Not everyone had the strength to leave a bad marriage, and I was still convinced that I wasn’t a particularly strong woman ... no matter what my parents and younger brother said. I didn’t feel strong at all. I felt that if I was truly strong, I wouldn’t have gotten into a bad situation in the first place.
The thought was beginning to depress me and I shoved it out of my head, eager to get on the road to Connecticut. For a Sunday, the traffic looked particularly wicked and I hustled down the four flights of stairs to the street, then retrieved my car from where it stood two blocks over and one block down. Despite the traffic, I still loved the city. I loved the people who came from all over the world to visit and marvel. I loved the smells of exotic food – from Caribbean jerk chicken to Ethiopian beef tartare – that filled the air. I loved that I could go out at three in the morning and get a slice of pizza ... not that I ever had the courage to do that, but the idea was appealing all the same.
It was so different from where I’d grown up. My parents had lived in the same house in Cos Cob since the seventies, and I hadn’t appreciated it much at the time when I had been living there. The house was beautiful, with wide open rooms and exposed ceiling beams. Fireplaces in all of the bedrooms and even a dumbwaiter, which I had often played with as a child. But that house, beautiful as it was, had felt like a prison.
Now, I cursed myself for having felt that way. If I hadn’t been so eager to leave, eager to establish my own life and my own identity that was separate from my parents’, I might not have gotten into such deep trouble.
Stop, I told myself as I got in my car, climbing in behind the wheel and jamming the key in the ignition. Don�
��t think about that.
Don’t think about him.
Not today.
As I moved further and further away from Brooklyn, the traffic began to thin. I put one of my old favorite CDs from high school into the drive – my car wasn’t new enough or fancy enough to have Bluetooth, or even an AUX jack for my phone – and I sang along, tapping my hands on the steering wheel.
Inevitably, as soon as I pulled up in my parents’ long, circular driveway, a strange feeling came over me. It was part nostalgia, part bittersweet – almost like I was a kid again. I knew it was ridiculous, especially at my age.
But sometimes, I wondered if I hadn’t missed out because I’d spent more than ten years of my life trapped.
Pressing my lips together, I cut the ignition, grabbed the Whole Foods bag from the back seat, and walked up to the front door. Knocking felt weird, but I hesitated before letting myself inside. An anxious tremor started in my hands and I shook them, hoping to clear it.
Cool it, Lyss, I told myself. No one is going to hurt you – you’re fine.
You’re safe.
My parents were sitting in the living room and they smiled at me.
“Hey, sweetheart,” Mom said as she got to her feet and hugged me. “Right on time!”
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