You Make It Easy: A best friend's brother romance (Love in Everton Book 5)

by Fabiola Francisco

  I look at him out of the corner of my eye and smirk. “Maybe that’s my plan.”

  “And you say I’m trouble,” he snickers, keeping his eyes on the road.

  “I’m learning from the best,” I toss out in jest.

  When Finn drives up to the house, I turn to look at him. “Want to watch a movie?” I tuck my lower lip in between my teeth as I wait for his response.

  “Yeah.” His voice is gruff.

  We walk up to the door in silence. My heart pounds in my chest and echoes in my ears. I think we both know I’m asking about more than a movie.

  Finn

  Abbie looks at me from over her shoulder as she settles on the sofa. I want to kiss her shy smile off her face until she’s begging me for more. I’ve been holding on by a frail thread all evening, wanting to go further. Her flirting has me drunk on her. She doesn’t hide, and although she still gets shy and blushes, she is honest with me. It’s a turn-on.

  I’ve been with my share of women. Abbie, though, she’s special. And not because she’s one of Averly’s best friend or because I’ve known her since we were kids. Abbie carries an innocence that you can’t help but want to get lost in. A vision of the world that is good. She makes me want to see the world through her eyes—all peaceful and easy. It’s in her spirit to believe in the good.

  I settle on the couch, my back against the armchair, and wrap my arms around her. I lean her back against my chest, resting my chin on her shoulder.

  “I’m happy that I’m here with you.” She trembles as I speak into her ear, and I drop a kiss on her neck and tighten my embrace.

  Abbie scoots closer to me, her ass wiggling very close to my dick. She looks at me out of the corner of her eye and smiles lazily. “I am, too.” Her eyes close briefly, and she takes a deep breath. When she opens her eyes, those green beauties stare at mine. Her mouth is inches from mine, and her cheek rubs against my scruff.

  Her hand reaches over, running over my other cheek. “I love this,” she sighs. And in that moment, I promise never to get rid of my short beard.

  “Are you going to choose a movie?” I rub my cheek back and forth against her palm.

  She pinches her lips to the side and closes one eye. “I guess.” She shrugs and reaches over for the remote on the other side of the couch.

  When the back of her shirt lifts a bit on her back, I skim my hand over her skin, sneaking it up her back. A soft sigh leaves Abbie, and I can’t help but smile. She settles back between my legs, and my hand moves around to her stomach.

  “I want to take you out tomorrow. Somewhere nice.” My free hand moves to the end of her shorts, the tips of my fingers running under the hem. “Where you wear a dress again.” My lips are near her ear, my hands teasing her. I loved seeing her in that dress on our first date, my eyes and mind wandering to what was underneath the skirt.

  Abbie rolls her head back against my shoulder. “Kiss me.”

  I remove my hand from her thigh and hold her chin, angling her face to mine and holding her there as my lips meld with hers in a passionate kiss. My heart drums in my chest, and my dick grows hard.

  Abbie’s tongue moves with mine. Her kisses getting me drunker on her sweet taste. The hand on her stomach inches up, my thumb brushing under the cup of her bra. Abbie groans and cranes her head to deepen the kiss even more. Her arm comes around the back of my neck and holds me to her, her fingers running through the back of my hair. The skin at the nape of my neck tingles under her touch.

  When Abbie juts out her chest, I reach under her bra and palm her breast, kneading and pinching her hard nipples. She moans louder, her body wriggling against mine. When her ass rubs against my cock, my hips involuntarily thrust forward against her, wanting friction. Fuck. I’m a teen all over again with a hard-on for the hot girl in school, when the one I truly wanted was the shy girl hiding behind books.

  “Babe,” I groan when she pushes into me again, and I still her hips with my other hand.

  I move the hand inside her shirt to the other side, giving both breasts equal attention. I’m an equal opportunity guy, what can I say? And her tits fill my palm perfectly.

  “Fuck,” Abbie hisses against my lips. “I need more,” she breathes out.

  Catching me by surprise, she turns and straddles me, grabbing my face and kissing me fervently. My hands drop to her ass, pulling her into me. I feel her heat through her shorts, and I’d bet my entire life savings that she’s drenched.

  “Abbie,” I try to slow her down, but she’s moving of her own accord.

  When she lifts the shirt over her head and throws it on the floor, my jaw drops.

  “More,” she groans, kissing me again.

  If my girl wants more, I’m going to give her everything she wants. I take over the kiss, sucking her bottom lip into my mouth and tugging it with my teeth.

  “That’s so hot,” Abbie mutters before her lips are back on mine.

  I yank down the cups of her bra, and my hands are on her, tantalizing her with my touch. Abbie throws her head back, giving me perfect access to the path down her neck. I drag my tongue along her skin, kissing and sucking until I reach her chest. I swirl my tongue around one of her nipples, avoiding the peak at first. When she’s calling out my name, I scrape my teeth over her sensitive nipple and suck it into my mouth.

  Abbie’s hands are wild in my hair, tugging and pushing my head toward her as I give her other tit the same attention.

  I lift her and drop her on the couch. She looks up at me with wild eyes, her chest rising and falling at an erratic rate as I stare down at her half-naked body.

  I reach behind her back and unsnap her bra, guiding it away from her body and onto the floor. My hands move over her breasts, rolling her nipples between my thumbs as I lower my head to kiss her. I take my time to taste her, thrusting my tongue into her mouth at a leisure pace, making sure I memorize every single fucking second of this moment. It’s one I’ll want to catalog to my forever memories.

  I kiss down her neck and chest, smirking against her skin. When she thinks I’m going to stop at her chest, I kiss down her stomach, biting her skin playfully. Abbie yelps and pulls my hair. Reaching her shorts, I run my tongue along the top and drop a kiss on her hip.

  I lift my head and catch her wide eyes as I unsnap the button and lower the zipper. Abbie’s breathing is heavy as a small whimper falls from her lips when I sneak a finger into her shorts. God, she’s so fucking wet. Her panties are soaked through.

  I pull the shorts down her legs and take a deep breath to gain some sense of control, even if I’m lying to myself. Right now, I have anything but control. Hooking my fingers into her cotton panties, the fabric skims down her legs, and Abbie lifts her legs to help me.

  She lies before me completely naked. Her green eyes wide and her teeth clutching down on her lower lip. Her chest rises and falls with each breath. She’s a wet dream in the flesh.

  Keeping my eyes on hers, I run a finger up the length of her pussy and around her clit. Abbie’s lower stomach clenches, and I smirk mischievously. Wait ’til I get my mouth on you.

  I touch her again, pushing a finger into her core. God, she’s fucking tight. I can’t even think about that, or my dick will take on a mind of its own. I thrust in and out of her, adding a second finger. I flick my wrist and press my thumb against her clit in slow circles. Her lower body rises off the couch, and her moans ring around the room.

  I lick my lips as I watch her eyes squeeze shut, and her mouth falls open. Lowering my head, I lick a path up her pussy and flick my tongue over her clit.

  “Fuck,” Abbie cries out.

  I chuckle against her and remove my fingers. My hands wrap around her thighs, and I hook her legs over my shoulders, thrusting my tongue into her pussy before taking her clit between my lips and sucking. Abbie’s body clenches and relaxes, her thighs squeezing my head as I pleasure her with my mouth. I add my fingers in her pussy again, fucking her with my fingers as my mouth devours her.

  I
flatten my tongue against her clit before curling it around and flicking it. Abbie’s body tightens around me, her walls pulsing around my fingers.

  “Finn,” she moans, her fingers making a mess of my hair as she presses me to her. When I feel her coming, I flick my gaze up to hers and take in the beauty that is Abbie climaxing. A silent cry sneaks out of her mouth as her jaw locks open. Her eyes are closed, and her body bows off the sofa, giving me everything she’s got.

  I swallow every last bit of her release. When her legs fall to either side, releasing the hold they had on me, I lift my head and lick my lips.

  “You taste like heaven,” my voice is gruff. A small whimper is my response. “So fucking good.” I suck my fingers into my mouth. “Want a taste?” I tease, moving my body over hers.

  Abbie stares at me in awe, silence taking over. I dip my head and take her lips in mine, swirling my tongue with hers. Her hands move around my back, and her legs lock around my body, no doubt spreading her wetness on my shirt and jeans. She kisses me with a need I’ve never felt before.

  “Fuck, babe,” I growl.

  Abbie’s gaze captivates me, holding me hostage as we stare at each other. After a few beats, she speaks up. “That was… Wow.” She shakes her head as if trying to wrap her head around what just happened.

  “Amazing,” I tell her.

  “Yeah. Is it okay to tell you this is only the second time I’ve experienced this?”

  I growl and thrust into her. She’s thirty years old and only gotten her pussy eaten twice?

  “You’ve just become my favorite meal, so expect a lot more of that.”

  “I won’t try to stop you.” Her voice is breathy as her eyes search mine.

  When she tries to undress me, I still her hands. “Not tonight,” I whisper. “Tonight was all for you.”

  “But—” She tries to argue, but I shake my head.

  “For you.” I drop a kiss on the corner of her mouth.

  “I thought we’d…” Her head nods as if speaking the words.

  I chuckle and shake my head. “I don’t have a condom. I just wanted to spend time with you, no expectations.” I sit back on my heels, the vision of her lying naked making me regret my decision.

  “Are you sure?” Abbie sits up, her eyebrows furrowing.

  “Positive.” I hug her, kissing the top of her head. Even I’m surprised by the contrast between my actions from just a second ago. “Are we on for tomorrow?” I realize I never got a response from her.

  “How can I say no after that?” she giggles.

  “Regardless of what happened, you do what you want.”

  “I’ve already got a dress picked out in my mind.”

  I smirk, and my chest constricts. This woman is making me regret every other woman in my life when I could’ve had her. “I like the sound of that. I gotta go, so I can be up early and get work done quickly.”

  “That’s right.” Abbie stands and puts her shirt on and then her shorts, sans underwear.

  “I much rather carry you to your bed.”

  “Tomorrow?” She tilts her head, and one side of her lips tilts up in a smile.

  “I have plans for tomorrow,” I promise, placing my hands in the back pockets of her shorts and kissing her one last time.

  “I’ll call you when I’m done with work. Get rest,” I wink.

  “I have a feeling I’m going to sleep like a baby,” she sighs.

  “Goodnight.” I squeeze her fingers and brush my lips with hers before walking out the door. Abbie stays by the door as I climb in my truck. I take her in for a second from the distance and smile. Her hair is a mess, and her small frame leans against the door. She’s definitely not like any other woman I’ve been with.

  Abbie

  Abbie: Sos

  I send a text in the group I have with Faith, Poppy, and Averly. I’m stumped on what to wear tonight for my date with Finn. I’m not convinced the dress I had in mind last night is the right one, and he called this afternoon when he finished work and told me to be ready by seven.

  Now, it’s six o’clock, I have four dresses laid out on my bed, and none of them feel right.

  Poppy: What happened?!

  Averly: What’s going on?

  I sigh and type, feeling like a loser.

  Abbie: I need help choosing a dress for tonight

  Poppy: Hot date

  Averly: Poppy that’s still my brother. Keep your eggplant jokes to yourself. I beg of you

  Poppy: Lol this is fun

  Abbie: Averly… does this bother you?

  I bite my lower lip and stare at my phone. I haven’t outright asked her, and maybe I should’ve before I got this deep in.

  Averly: No Abbie. Not at all. We could be talking about a skank and I still wouldn’t want to hear about my brother’s eggplant or what he does with it

  My teeth dig deeper into my lower lip and feel a blush creep up my cheeks. I most certainly can’t wait to see what Finn’s eggplant can do.

  Faith: Wear the cute red one with small flowers

  Abbie: I wore that on our first date

  Faith: Damn…

  Poppy: Send pics of what you have

  I angle my phone camera to my bed and snap pics of the dresses. Close-ups, further away, getting all the details and colors.

  Averly: Try on the white one and send a pic

  I sigh and put it on, adjusting the off-the-shoulder skater dress. I lean my phone against a vase in the living room and take a picture of myself to send to the girls.

  Poppy: YES!

  Averly: That one!

  Faith: Hell yes wear that. And skip the panties

  Averly: Faith damn it.

  Abbie: Panties stay on

  I laugh at Faith’s response and go back to look at myself in the full-length mirror in my room. The white dress with small, yellow daisies falls mid-thigh, and the ruffled off-the-shoulder sleeves give it a fun feel. It is a great choice. The print is spaced out that it doesn’t feel crowded with flowers.

  Abbie: What shoes?

  Why the hell am I so nervous? Maybe because I think Finn and I might actually have sex tonight, and I’m a ball of nerves. After last night, all I could think about was the pleasure he gave me. Needless to say, after Finn left, I went straight to sleep in orgasm-induced exhaustion. It took me until mid-morning to come down from it and contact the couple I’ll be photographing.

  I search my closet for my sandals and grab a pair of tan sandals and slip my foot into the single band across the toes and buckle the strap around my ankle. Taking a photo of my feet, I send it to the group message.

  After a collective yes, I am ready to go when Finn arrives.

  “You look stunning,” he says when I open the door. His eyes travel up and down my body, his eyes darkening in appreciation and need.

  “Thanks.” I pinch my lips into a smile and take him in, dressed in dark jeans, a light blue button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up, giving me the perfect arm porn, and his brown cowboy boots peeking under his jeans.

  “You look handsome,” I add after drinking him in.

  “Thank you.” Finn brushes his lips against mine. “Hi.”

  Smiling, I grab my jean jacket from the hook by the door and lock up.

  Finn drives to a secret location since he won’t tell me what we’re doing tonight. While we head to our date, I tell him about the responses I received from Maverick and Cindy and the date we agreed upon for the shoot.

  “Perfect. I’ll be there.” He smiles over at me, his hand squeezing my knee.

  “Okay, we’re leaving Everton,” I say as I see the thank you for visiting our town sign.

  “Let me surprise you,” Finn teases.

  “Okay,” I sigh. I twirl my fingers around the ends of my hair, excited to see where he’s taking me.

  Finn drives down the winding roads as we rise up the mountains to a more solitary area. I give up trying to guess what Finn has planned and take in the beaut
y around me as the sun illuminates the green trees and gray tones of the rocky mountainsides.

  “If you were to live anywhere else, where would you choose?” I ask Finn.

  “Nowhere. I love Everton. I can’t imagine living anywhere else.”

  “But if you had to. Everton was washed away by crumbling mountains, and you have to leave or die.”

  “I’ll die,” he responds.

  “Finn,” I whine.

  “Fine,” he sighs in exasperation. “Only if I had to because death isn't an option, I’d move to Montana.” A small smile brushes across his lips.

  I shake my head and giggle. “From one farm town to another, huh?”

  “Of course.” He shrugs as if it were an insult to suggest anything else. “I love our small town. I love our lifestyle and working on the ranch. I can’t imagine living in a big city with millions of other people, working at an office.”

  “I guess we have that in common. It’s why I love photography. I couldn’t sit inside a cubicle all day working on a computer. Granted, I use my computer a lot to edit photos, but that’s different.”

  “Yeah, I live for the outdoors.” Finn nods.

  “Okay, sunrise or sunset?” I ask next.

  Finn gives me a crooked smile as his eyes snap to mine a second. “Are we playing twenty questions?”

  “Just answer,” I demand.

  “Oh, we’re getting bossy,” he jokes. “Sunrise.”

  “Sunsets for me.”

  “I knew you were too good to be true. This will never work out.” Finn shakes his head, pursing his lips.

  I giggle and slap his shoulder. “Stop it.”

  “My turn. Would you rather go for a walk or a drive?” Finn asks as he focuses on the road when he drives around a curve.

  “A walk, hands down.”

  “Me too. We should go for a hike tomorrow morning.”

  “Yes! We can look for places for the photo shoot. I have a couple in mind, but I’d like to see if I find somewhere different.” I shift on the cab seat, so I’m angled toward Finn. His hand is still on my knee, burning into my skin with a simple touch.

  “Done. We have our Sunday planned.” I hold his hand and smile. I like the idea of having plans with Finn, and the more time we spend together, the more I feel for him.