Baby for Brother’s Best Friend: Brother’s Best Friend Book 1

by Summers, Sofia T

  When the waiter came back with the appetizer, Dan ordered veal shanks for both of us.

  “Hey,” Dan said after the waiter had left. He grinned at me. “You remember when we were kids, and I came to Florida with your family on vacation?”

  I nodded. “God, I’d almost forgotten,” I said with a laugh. “And it rained the whole time!”

  “Yeah,” Dan said, smiling as he remembered. “I can’t lie – I was pretty pumped that I got to hang out and play video games with Steven all day.”

  “Until my parents decided that since we couldn’t go to the beach or Disney, we had to make it an educational trip,” I added.

  Dan burst out laughing. “Yeah,” he said, shaking his head. “I think I still have PTSD from visiting so many museums. If I ever look at a dinosaur skeleton, it comes rushing back like this,” he added as he snapped his fingers for emphasis.

  “I was so annoyed!” I rolled my eyes like I was still a teenager. “It was like, right before my senior year and my best friend and I had made so many plans for that summer. And then she got a job and didn’t tell me until she was going to start the next day. I was so pissed at her! And then, after we had a big fight about it, my parents dropped the bombshell about Florida.”

  Dan laughed. “It seems so weird to think about that stuff now,” he said.

  I fell silent.

  “What is it?” Dan asked.

  “It’s nothing,” I said. After a beat, I took a breath. “I mean, I just think about it now. Like, how it would feel from the parent side.”

  Dan nodded.

  “Like, taking your kids to see a new place and being so excited for them to experience it the first time,” I continued. “I can’t wait for that.”

  Dan reached across the table and took my hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. A warm bolt of arousal flowed through my body and I held my breath as the warmth traveled through my torso and all the way down to my pussy.

  “You’ll be such a great mom,” Dan said.

  No man could have made that line sound as sexy as Dan had, and I flushed hotly.

  “I mean it,” Dan said. “You’re so smart and caring. You’re going to make sure your kid has such a great life.”

  Our kid, I thought.

  At least, I hope that’s what’s going to happen.

  I took a deep breath and without thinking about what I was doing, leaned across the table and pressed my lips to Dan’s. He tasted deliciously of wine and garlic and cologne and I nearly moaned when I felt him nibble gently on my lower lip. He knew just how to kiss me, knew just how to drive me insane, and I felt myself melting against him.

  The table cut into my belly but I barely felt it as the kiss grew more intense. Dan ran his fingers through my hair and down the sides of my neck, making my whole body tingle with excitement and lust.

  The sound of a cough made us break apart and I looked up to see the waiter, holding our entrees, with his eyebrow raised.

  Dan glanced at me.

  I bit my lip and flushed. I had the urge to do something bold, bolder than I’d ever done before, and I took a deep breath before speaking.

  “Can we get those to go?” I asked in a breathy voice.

  From across the table, Dan grinned.

  The waiter nodded curtly, then left.

  I threw Dan a shy glance.

  “So,” I said, as casually as I could muster. “You wanna see where I live?”

  “I’d love to,” Dan said.

  Waiting for the boxed-up veal and check felt agonizing. My pussy was wet and throbbing from the tender kiss that we’d shared – in public! – and my head was pleasantly reeling from the two glasses of wine that I’d had. When we were ready to go, I practically dragged Dan out of the door.

  We walked, hand in hand, down the crowded street to my apartment building. There was no conversation but this time, nothing felt awkward or strange between us. It was a sexy silence, a silence built on the anticipation of an amazing night together. It suddenly didn’t matter to me that I hadn’t cleaned or done any housework before Dan would see my place. All that mattered was that he would be there.

  With me.

  In my bed.

  As we climbed the stairs to my apartment, my heart was racing with excitement. We were barely in the foyer before Dan wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into a passionate kiss, crushing the takeout between our bodies. I gasped with pleasure as he squeezed me tightly and ran his hands down my back, squeezing my ass.

  “I want you,” Dan said, his hot breath tickling my ear. “So much, Lyssa.”

  It was the best possible thing he could have said.

  “Then show me,” I whispered back.

  24

  Dan – Friday

  My cock was hard and throbbing for Lyssa as she gave me another passionate kiss, moaning into my mouth and wrapping her arms around my neck. Her ass felt even more delectable than usual through her velvet pants and I groaned as she slid her hands down my body. Without breaking our kiss, she took the takeout box from my hands and set it down, then led me into the bedroom with both of her hands twined in mine.

  Her apartment smelled like her – floral and sweet and almost a little like pussy – and my balls were aching with desire as Lyssa pushed me down onto her soft bed and climbed on top of me, straddling me and undulating her clothed body over mine. It felt so good that I groaned and arched my back, as if I were thrusting deep inside of her. I ran my hands under her sweater and cupped her tits through the magnificently thin bra that almost felt like nothing at all. Lyssa guided my hands to her nipples and rolled her hips on me again. She threw her head back with desire and trembling as my fingers pinched and played with her nipples through her bra.

  Lyssa leaned down and kissed me sensuously, her tongue dancing with mine as I tugged her sweater over her head and threw it to the side. I unfastened her bra and pulled it away from her skin, then moved my hands to her pants.

  “I’m not going to fuck you just yet,” I growled in her ear. “But I want us to be naked together.”

  In the dim light of her bedroom, Lyssa flushed with pleasure as I tugged the elastic waistband down. She was wearing a silky little scrap of panties that barely covered her juicy pussy lips and the familiar scent of her arousal was enough to make me groan with lust.

  “You’re so beautiful,” I told her as I pulled her panties to the side and admired her cunt. “I could look at you forever.”

  Lyssa was breathing hard. She climbed off me and slowly, slowly, slowly lowered her panties, stepping out of them and standing completely naked. She was a goddess, an insanely curvy goddess, and I was nearly panting from staring at her. We locked eyes and a jolt of hot lust sizzled through my body. I fumbled with the buttons of my shirt and pulled it off, then stood up and yanked down my pants and boxers. Lyssa licked her lips and climbed back on the bed, then lay down next to me and put an arm around my shoulders. My cock brushed against the soft skin of her belly and I growled at how delicious a woman could feel.

  Not just any woman.

  Lyssa – the woman who I had always loved.

  Lyssa wrapped a leg around my hips and gently rubbed her hot, wet pussy lips against the bare skin of my cock. It felt amazing and I pulled her into a deep kiss, growling into her mouth as her tongue danced against my lips. I slid my hands down Lyssa’s naked body and cupped the cheeks of her ass, squeezing them and jiggling them to stimulate her clit. Lyssa moaned at the unexpected sensation and squealed, grinding against me and soaking me with her juices. She gently pushed me onto my back and climbed on top of me, pretending to lower herself down on my cock and stopping at the last second. The way she was teasing me was maddening, and I couldn’t last much longer if I didn’t fuck her right then.

  Tangling my hands in Lyssa’s hair, I pulled her down and kissed her wetly. She moaned and I felt the delicious wet warmth of her pussy soaking my massive erection. Without breaking the kiss, I put my hands on her hips and pushed her down, hard, onto my cock.r />
  Lyssa gasped softly into my mouth. She sucked on my lower lip and squirmed, moaning to herself as her body was filled with evident pleasure. For a moment, she stayed like that, impaled on me. Then, she began to undulate her curves and roll her hips, taking every inch of my cock like a pro.

  “God, baby, you feel fucking incredible,” I groaned as Lyssa braced herself with her hands on my chest. She whimpered and arched her back, throwing her tangles of red hair over her head and humping me with wild abandon. I could feel her hard little clit grinding against my body and I growled with pleasure as Lyssa worked herself into a frenzy of passion and pleasure.

  I played with her tits as she bounced on me, rubbing and pinching her nipples until they were puckered and stiff. Every time I touched her, Lyssa gasped with new delight and obvious pleasure. Her lips were swollen and pink from our passionate kisses and her face was damp with the sweat of her movements. Putting my hands on her hips, I pushed her over onto her back, staying inside of her the entire time. Lyssa spread her legs wide and I took her ankles in my hands and hauled them over my shoulders, plunging deeper into her pussy than ever. Leaning over her, I kissed her as pleasure exploded in my belly and balls. Driving into her like this felt so good, so reckless, that I knew I’d never be able to stop.

  “Oh my god,” Lyssa cried softly. She squeezed her eyes shut and uttered a little gasp of ecstasy as I put my hand between our bodies and began stroking her clit with my thumb. I could feel her entire body tensing and squeezing, could see that she was holding her breath in anticipation of the powerful orgasm that was about to hit her like a tidal wave. As I fucked her harder and faster, Lyssa exploded. Her pussy clenched my cock in tight little bursts and she moaned and screamed, straining and arching her neck into the pillows.

  “Oh my god, Dan,” Lyssa shrieked. “Baby, yes!”

  Hearing her scream my name set me off and my cock began to pulse and twitch. Feeling the release from my balls felt so heavenly that I gasped and groaned and leaned down to kiss Lyssa, grunting into her mouth as my own orgasm crested over me. I could feel my seed spilling deep into her body and I reached down and clutched her ass, squeezed those delicious ripe cheeks of hers and pulled her onto my cock, buried myself to the hilt in her sweet velvet heaven.

  “That was amazing,” Lyssa murmured, then released a slow, shaky breath. I was still deep inside of her, and I groaned as I pulled out and flopped down to the bed. My body was soaked in sweat and I was trembling, but I had never been happier in my life.

  I had no words. Amazing? Didn’t even begin to cover it. The man who had invented the word ‘ecstasy’ clearly had never met or touched Lyssa Holm.

  Even ‘heavenly’ didn’t do it justice. She was like no one I’d ever seen before, like no other creature who walked the earth.

  I was madly in love with her, and I wanted to spend the rest of my life showing her that.

  Lyssa pushed her damp tangles of red hair away from her flushed, sweaty face and gave me a shy smile.

  “We still have our food,” she said softly, running her fingers down my arm.

  “We do.” As I raised an eyebrow at her, an idea popped into my head and I grinned. Reaching for my boxers on the floor, I got to my feet and pulled them on.

  Lyssa’s smile faded. “Where are you going?”

  “Stay here,” I said, pointing to the bed. “You’ll see.”

  Lyssa looked puzzled, but she nodded and flopped back on the pillows. I couldn’t resist admiring the sight of her body – her pale skin against the white sheets, her beautiful huge tits with their pink nipples, the spray of freckles on her neck and chest that I loved to kiss.

  I went into her kitchen and found plates, cutlery, and napkins. After carefully plating the veal shanks from the restaurant, I put the plates on a tray and carried them back into the bedroom.

  “Too bad we didn’t get the wine to go,” I teased as I brought Lyssa her late dinner.

  She gave me a playful smile that made my heart skip a beat.

  “This is definitely good enough,” she said airily. Lyssa scooted over in bed and I set the tray down next to her, in the middle of the bed. As I was about to sit, Lyssa held up a finger.

  I cocked my head to the side. “What is it?”

  “You can’t get in here,” Lyssa teased. “You’re not naked.”

  I glanced down at my boxers and smirked at her. “I see,” I said. “Well, we’ll fix that, won’t we?”

  Immediately, Lyssa’s hungry eyes found their way to my cock.

  “You’ve worn me out for right now,” I teased. “You’ll have to eat your dinner first if you want your dessert.”

  Lyssa flushed. I couldn’t help but grin at her as I got into bed and pulled the sheet up over my hips. Things felt so good between us – so right, so perfect. The Lyssa I was sharing dinner with was almost the Lyssa of years before: the happy, funny, teasing Lyssa I loved so much.

  After dinner, I cleared the plates away and came back to bed. Lyssa cuddled against me and turned on the TV. We surfed the movie channels and snuggled and talked – talked so much that I didn’t even know what channel she’d wound up settling on. By the time she was yawning and falling asleep on my shoulder, I realized that I was having the best night of my life.

  “You want me to go home?” I whispered in Lyssa’s ear. “Or should I stay?”

  A pale arm, dotted with freckles, snaked across my torso and held me firm.

  “Don’t even think about going,” Lyssa murmured drowsily. “I need you here.”

  In my entire life, I had never heard such beautiful words.

  25

  Lyssa – Monday

  I spent the entire weekend floating on Cloud Nine, dreaming about the romantic night that Dan and I had shared. Even if it hadn’t originally been intended to be a date, it had certainly wound up being the best one of my life.

  And sleeping with Dan – not having sex with him, but really sleeping with him – had been one of the most intimate experiences of my life. We’d fallen asleep holding hands, which sounded cliché but had actually been wonderful. And he’d kept his arm around me the entire night, holding me close and keeping protective watch over me.

  I’d woken up in the morning sorry that I’d made plans with Anna for the day.

  “I could cancel,” I’d offered. “Really. She wouldn’t mind.”

  Dan had given me a pointed look as he’d pulled on his clothes. “Don’t be the person who starts doing that,” he said. “You need your friends, Lyssa.”

  And so, reluctantly and after a quick breakfast at the bagel place around the corner, Dan had gone back to his life in Manhattan and I’d gone to spend time with Anna and Trina. I’d given her minimal details about the evening – I hadn’t wanted to gush like a lovestruck teenager, even though that was exactly how I had been feeling. I love you had been on my lips the entire time, but I hadn’t said it. I could tell that Dan had enjoyed his time with me as much as I’d enjoyed mine with him, but what if this wasn’t serious for him like it was for me?

  It had been so many years since I’d been courted and wooed that I didn’t know if Dan just had good manners or if he was actually falling for me. Really falling for me, not just the teenage crush that he’d nursed for years back when we were kids. That was so long ago that it almost felt like another lifetime in the past.

  It was definitely long enough for things to change.

  The rest of the weekend, I’d lounged around in my apartment. On Sunday, I’d had a crazy burst of energy that prompted a bunch of cleaning – I even went to IKEA and spent some of my hard-earned money on new rugs for the living room and the hall. There wasn’t much that I could do about the crappy, patchy carpet but at least I could afford to cover it now.

  Sunday night, usually my least favorite part of the week, had even been kind of fun – Dan and I had texted on and off for hours, and I’d curled up on the couch like a giddy high-school girl with a crush. I felt like something real was building between us, an
d I felt like I was finally starting to get over my fear of intimacy.

  Well, with Dan, at least.

  Monday morning, I woke up feeling strangely refreshed for the start of the week. I got up and took a quick shower, put my damp hair into a loose bun, and pulled on my favorite work outfit: a black sweater dress with dark tights and pumps. As I took the train into Manhattan, I looked at the sun rising over the New York City skyline.

  Dan’s there, I thought.

  And now, I want to be there, too.

  I stopped at a deli on the way to the office and picked up lunch for myself as a treat, a buffalo chicken wrap with extra cheese. Humming under my breath, I walked down the street and pulled open the door to the lobby. As usual, there were pockets of people here and there, swigging coffee and doing anything to delay walking into their office and sitting back down at their desks for the week.

  I walked past them and stood by the elevator. Something brushed my arm and I moved to the side, but the person stayed. Turning my head, I gasped.

  “I saw you with another man,” Curt growled. “What the fuck were you doing, Lyssa?”

  My blood ran cold and my heart stopped. Curt grabbed my arm, painfully hard, and yanked me closer to him.

  “You belong to me forever,” Curt hissed under his breath. “Or did you forget that you made that vow?”

  I began to shake and quiver with fear, but I didn’t feel faint. I yanked my arm free and glared at him.

  “We’re divorced,” I informed him as calmly as I could. “Or did you forget that?”

  The look in Curt’s eyes went from angry and jealous to incredulous and he glared hotly at me.

  “I can do anything I want,” I said. My voice trembled and I took a deep breath, swallowing hard. “And you can’t order me around anymore. I’m a free woman.”