Page 2 of Desiring My Brother’s Best Friend (My Brother’s Best Friend #2)

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OWEN

I 'm not one to pass up a paycheck, and most carpenters would be thrilled to get paid extra to work with someone they've known for over a decade. It should be even better, considering Lena Carter and I have always gotten along, and she's pretty incredible to look at, too.

The problem is, she's too attractive. Too alluring. And she's my best friend's little sister, which means she's totally off-limits.

It was easy to tell her yes and believe that I was in control of myself over the phone, but as soon as I got to her house and saw her in person, I immediately regretted my decision.

The thing is, this is Lena's first real home. She lived with her parents and then in an apartment with a roommate. She's never really been on her own before. Even though I know she can handle it, I'm concerned about her safety, and I worry she'll get taken advantage of and overcharged if I don't do the work for her. That's the only reason I'm spending so much time here.

Right?

Yeah. That's why I've spent the last few days at her place instead of working on other jobs. There's no other reason for it. It doesn't matter that she looks like an angel or that she smells like strawberries and cream. It definitely doesn't matter that she's grown into a bombshell—dark brown hair curling over her shoulders, blue eyes with thick, black lashes, the softest-looking lips I've ever seen, and curves that could kill a man.

None of those things matter to me. Nope. Not at all.

"You know, if you worked this fast on all of your jobs, you'd be rich," Lena teases from the step ladder she's on, touching up trim paint.

"You know, if you kept your mind on painting and not on teasing me, the room would be done by now," I shoot back, grinning.

She grins back. "Oh, I'm teasing you, am I?"

"Something like that." I step away from my blueprints, tucking my pencil behind my ear before frowning at her. "I wish you'd wait until I can hold the ladder before you climb up there."

Lena rolls her eyes. "I'm fine, Owen. I can manage." She goes back to painting, and I admire her trim figure as she sways her hips to some unheard tune.

We've been working hard all morning, and I'm already starting to sweat. I wipe my forehead with the back of my hand and sigh. Things are going pretty well, but I really think I'd work faster if Lena weren't here as a distraction.

Just as I start to consider sending her on a pointless errand to the hardware store so I can stop thinking with my dick and start thinking with my brain again, the ladder she's on starts to wobble.

"Lena!" I shout.

She looks down, her eyes widening, but it's too late. With a sharp cry, she loses her footing and comes crashing towards me.

I dart forward and catch her in my arms, bracing my legs to keep us from toppling over.

"Are you okay?" I ask, breathless from the shock.

Lena's arms are around my neck, and our faces are inches apart. Her blue eyes are wide, and her full lips are parted slightly.

I can feel my heart pounding in my chest. All I have to do is lean in, close the gap between us, and press my lips to hers...

Lena's eyes dart down to my mouth. She licks her lips, and I swallow hard, my whole body tense with anticipation.

"You saved me."

"I did."

Then she kisses me, and it's all over. I can't resist her anymore.

Her lips are soft, her tongue exploring. She tastes like the lemonade she's been drinking, and she smells like heaven. I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her closer, our bodies pressed together. She moans into my mouth, and I feel my cock stir. I deepen the kiss, tangling my fingers in her hair. She responds eagerly, wrapping her arms around my neck. I could kiss her forever.

We should stop. It hasn't gone too far yet.

But I can't. I've wanted this for so long.

My hands roam up her back, tracing the curves of her body. She arches her back, pressing her breasts against me, and I inhale sharply. She's so fucking sexy. My hands move to cup her ass as she wiggles, grinding against my growing erection. Fuck.

I break the kiss, panting. "Lena, we can't?—"

"We can," she murmurs, pressing her lips to mine again. "I want you, Owen. Don't you want me?"

Her voice is so soft, so full of desire, that it takes every ounce of restraint I have not to take her right here on this floor. She reaches down and slides her hand over my cock, rubbing me through my jeans and making me nearly bite my tongue off with how hard I'm trying to keep control.

"Of course I do. I'd have to be dead not to."

"I want you," she says, her blue eyes gazing into mine. "I want you to fuck me."

That's all it takes. I'm done resisting. I'm done denying what I want, what I've always wanted.

I lean in and kiss her again, harder this time. She wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me closer, like she can't get enough of me. I pull her against me, lifting her up, then lay her down on the drop cloth beneath us.

Her body is soft and responsive under mine, and I want to feel and taste every inch of it. I break the kiss and move down, kissing her neck, her collarbone. I push up the hem of her shirt, exposing her stomach. She sighs in pleasure as I trail love bites along her skin.

Up or down? Do I want my mouth on her perfect tits or her delicious pussy first?

It's a tough decision. But if I'm going to go to hell for fucking my best friend's sister, I want all of her.

She's breathing like she's run a marathon, her hands coming to rest on my shoulders as I lick a pathway up her ribs, coaxing her to raise so I can undo her bra. She complies, lifting her arms and allowing me to strip her bare.

I take a moment to admire her. Fuck, she's gorgeous. Her creamy skin is flushed, her lips swollen from our kisses, and her pupils are dilated, making her normally sky-blue eyes look dark and sultry.

"What?" she asks, biting her lip. "You're staring."

"I'm committing this moment to memory," I reply honestly.

Her smile is shy but pleased. "Take your shirt off. I want to see you, too."

I don't have to be told twice. I've never been modest—it's hard to be when you've worked construction since you were sixteen—and I'm eager to feel her hands on me. I take my shirt off and toss it aside, and I watch as her gaze wanders over my bare chest. Her eyelids lower as her gaze lingers on my shoulders, my arms, and my stomach. When she looks up at me, her cheeks are flushed.

"See something you like?" I tease.

Lena doesn't answer. She reaches out and runs her fingers down my chest, tracing the lines of my muscles. I shiver as desire pulses through me. I cup her breasts in both hands, brushing my thumbs over her nipples. They stiffen under my touch, and Lena hums softly.

I lower my head and take one of her nipples into my mouth, licking and sucking. Her hands tangle in my hair, pulling me closer, urging me on. I move to her other breast, giving it the same attention.

I sit back, unbuckling my belt and unzipping my jeans. My cock springs free, hard and aching. Lena's eyes widen as she takes in the sight of me. She wraps her hand around my shaft, stroking me from root to tip.

My reaction seems to excite her, and she leans down, licking the bead of precome off the head of my cock. I groan, threading my fingers through her hair. She takes me into her mouth, inch by inch, until I'm fully sheathed in the wet heat of her. I grip her hair tighter, holding her still as I thrust my hips, fucking her mouth. She moans, the vibrations sending shivers of pleasure up my spine. I thrust again and again, lost in the feeling of her lips wrapped around my cock.

But I can't come like this. I have to have all of her because this is going to be the only time I allow myself to do something so insane.

I pull her away, and she looks up at me with a confused expression. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No, baby," I say, stroking her cheek. "You're perfect. But I need to be inside you."

Lena's eyes darken with desire, and she nods. "Yes, please."

I undo the button of her cutoff shorts, and she lifts her hips to let me slide them off. Her panties follow, and I take a moment to admire her naked body. She's so fucking beautiful, lying on the drop cloth in front of me, her skin flushed and her hair mussed. My cock is aching to be inside of her, but I want to savor this moment, this fantasy I've had hundreds of times.

I trail my fingers down her stomach, and she shivers. She spreads her legs, giving me a glimpse of her glistening, pink pussy, and I can't wait any longer.

I position myself over her, fisting my cock and lining up the head to her pussy. She bites her lip, her eyes wide with anticipation. I lean down and capture her mouth in a searing kiss as I thrust forward, just an inch or so at first, wanting to make sure I don't rush her.

But Lena isn't having it. She wraps her legs around my waist and pulls me closer, forcing me deeper inside of her. We both moan as I fill her up completely, our bodies fitting together perfectly.

"Oh my God," she moans, her nails digging into my back. "That feels amazing."

"You feel amazing," I groan, kissing her neck and jawline. "So fucking good."

Lena is hot and tight around me, and I can't believe we waited so long to do this. I start to move, slowly at first, then faster, as we both get lost in the pleasure of it all. My hands roam over her body, touching and caressing every inch of her soft skin, cupping her tits again and flicking her nipples with my thumbs. She arches her back, pressing herself more into my hands as her pussy takes me over and over.

We're both so turned on, so ready for each other, that it doesn't take long before we're both close to the edge.

I thrust harder and faster, driving us both toward climax. Lena cries out and pants beneath me, her fingers tangled in my hair. I kiss her hard as I feel her start to tighten around me.

"Owen," she gasps against my lips. "I'm going to come."

"Come for me, baby," I growl, gripping her hips and thrusting deeper. "Come all over my cock."

And that does it. She cries out as her orgasm hits, her body trembling as waves of pleasure roll through her. It's so hot, so intense, that I can't hold back any longer. With a final thrust, I bury myself inside her and come harder than I ever have in my life. I jerked off thinking about Lena Carter more times than I could count, but the real thing blows every one of those fantasies out of the water.

We collapse on the drop cloth, panting and sweaty, our limbs tangled together. I lean down to kiss her, soft and sweet this time.

"That was…"

"Incredible," she finishes.

"Yeah." I smile. "I should've given in a long time ago."

She laughs. "If only I'd known I could seduce you with a near-death experience."

"Please don't make it a habit," I say, nuzzling her neck. "I think my heart would give out."

"So..." she says hesitantly. "Where do we go from here?"

"Well," I say, stroking her hair. "I think I'm going straight to hell. Or my grave, if your brother ever finds out."

She groans, burying her face against my shoulder. "Please don't talk about Jake right now, Owen."

"Sorry," I laugh. "But hopefully, he won't find out. Now that we've gotten this out of our systems, things can go back to normal."

I try to sound bright and cheery when I say the words, but it hurts my heart to do so. I don't mean them. I want more from her than just this one spur-of-the-moment hookup, but it's foolish to think anything else could come of this.

Right?

Lena stiffens in my arms, and for a moment, I think she'll call me out on my bullshit, but then she rolls onto her back and sits up. She looks at me, gorgeously tousled from the sex. "Yeah. We should get back to work."

I stand, not meeting her eyes, as I pull my pants back on. I can feel the tension between us, and it's awkward and heavy, but there's nothing I can do about it. What's done is done, and now I have to move forward like the professional I am.

"Okay, so I think I'll start with the floor first," I say, trying to keep my tone light and casual. "Once we get that taken care of, we can tackle the walls."

Lena nods, not looking at me as she buttons her shorts. "Sounds good."

I start to gather my tools, feeling a little bit relieved that we seem to be falling back into our usual work routine. But as I'm setting up my saw, I hear her speak again.

"So ... are we going to talk about what happened?"

I pause, trying to think of a response that will satisfy her without things getting even more awkward between us. "I think we said everything that needed to be said."

Lena frowns, folding her arms over her chest. "That's it? You're just going to brush me off like that?"

I sigh, running a hand through my hair. I don't want to hurt her feelings or make her feel rejected, but I also don't want to get into a discussion about our relationship. Or lack thereof.

"I'm not trying to brush you off, Lena. I just ... I don't know what to say. It was a mistake. We both got caught up in the moment, which shouldn't have happened. I'm sorry if I led you on or gave you the wrong impression, but I can't give you what you want. It would be wrong."

Lena shakes her head, clearly frustrated with my answer. "Owen, you can't just pretend this didn't happen. It did. And it was good. We were good together. Why can't we just see where this goes? I know you felt something too, or you wouldn't have?—"

I cut her off, holding up a hand to stop her. "Just because we had sex doesn't mean I have feelings for you. I'm sorry if I led you on, but that's all it was. A physical attraction. That's all."

I hate lying to her, but it's better this way. It'll hurt less in the long run for both of us.

"I should go," I say, turning away from her. "I'll call you later about the next step in the renovation."

"Fine." She folds her arms across her chest, glaring at me. "You can leave."

I pick up my toolbox and start toward the door, trying to ignore the tension between us. This is how it has to be. It's for the best.

As I reach the door, Lena calls my name, and I pause, glancing back at her. Her expression is softer now, and she looks almost sad.

"Yeah?"

"I know you think you're doing the right thing, Owen, but you're wrong."

Her words sting, but I try to brush them off. "It's for the best, Lena. We both know that."

I wish I could believe my own words.