I’ve got my sights set on my brother’s best friend.
Sure, he’s been avoiding me since I was six.
But he’s the one… right?
Both books were written as standalones and can be read without the other.
"What? Why?" It comes out a little shocked, and, if I'm honest, whiny. Is he saying we're not having sex today? Because I really want it. I've been thinking about it all morning. Fine. All week.
"Relax, Boots. I'm still going to fuck you."
"Whew." I exhale a giant breath and he just glances over and shakes his head.
"Can I fuck you without a condom?"
"No way. But I'll suck you off without a condom. And I'll swallow."
"Hey, that's a good offer. I haven't swallowed since high school."
We're stopped at the light, making a left onto 22nd Street, and he glares at me.
I scrunch my nose and grimace. "But perhaps you didn't need to hear that."
"Oopsie." I shrug. "Anyway, why can't I suck your dick tonight? You're being unreasonable."
He bites the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing at me. We're on Market Street headed towards Penn Square and I wait while he pulls the car into the Ritz-Carlton garage, slides into his parking space and gives me his full attention. He puts his arm across my headrest and traces the shell of my ear with his fingers before speaking softly.
"Because I want to come inside of you, even if it's in a condom. And then I want to do it again. And again. I don't know if I can hold off a load for your throat until tomorrow."
I want to blow him in this car right now, but I'm guessing he's a few years past that stage in his life. Plus it's a very tiny car.