Page 18 of My Best Friend’s Billionaire Brother (Billionaire Brothers #4)

Josie

I watch Chloe head off with Turner and their photographer, and I glance around as the ceremony area is swiftly being transformed into an area fit for a reception, with tables, chairs, and servers wandering around with flutes of champagne.

I try to rub my mind free of the feeling of Will’s arm under my fingers. The electricity between us, the way he’d tried desperately to make eye contact.

But I can’t talk to Will. Not now. Not today. Maybe once we’re back in Boston, once the dust has settled, once the wedding is behind us. Or maybe I just won’t ever have to see him again, and the embarrassment of being his almost-three-night stand can die away.

I grab a glass of champagne from a passing waiter and take a sip, resisting the urge to down the entire thing at once.

I spot the other bridesmaids gathering near a nice view, taking selfies, and I make my way over to them.

We take turns taking each other’s pictures until the newlyweds come back with their grand entrance, and we all take our seats for dinner.

I can practically feel Will’s eyes boring holes through my skull from across the table as we eat, although he’s too far away to actually speak with me.

What does he even want? He has to know I was upset about him not reaching out to me for two weeks. Or maybe he thinks that I simply wanted the same thing. That a fun hookup was all I was looking for. And this weekend was the perfect opportunity for more.

So he just wants more.

I shake my head, continuing to eat .

When the time comes for speeches, Chloe’s dad gives one, and then Will. It takes everything in me to actually look at him as he speaks. But as he goes on about his love for his sister, his love for his best friend, and how happy he is that they found each other, I feel my heart melting.

Is this really the same man who has treated me so cruelly? How does one person have such incompatible traits? I try to hide my frustration as he raises his glass and everyone toasts the happy couple.

Next comes the first dance, and soon after, Chloe is pulling me and all the other bridesmaids up onto the dance floor. When an ABBA song comes on, we’re all jumping up and down and singing our hearts out, and soon I’m able to momentarily forget the drama and just celebrate my best friend’s wedding.

After dancing for quite a while, I excuse myself to go to the bathroom, taking a deep breath and wandering back into the villa. The sun has long since set, making the trek over the cobblestones and into the building a bit tricky in heels .

I make it inside, finding the bathroom and beginning my walk back outside. But as soon as I step out into the hallway, a looming figure stands before me.

“Josie,” Will says, his voice pleading.

I stop, shocked to see him, and also a little annoyed. Can he not read the signals? I ran out of my room crying last night. Is that not enough of a signal for him? I begin to brush past him, but he reaches out to grab my arm. I stare down at his hand, his fingers digging gently into my flesh.

“I’m sorry, Josie,” he says, and it’s now that I finally look up into his eyes. And in them I see … guilt? “I’m so sorry about last night. And about the last few weeks. I …”

I cock my head, surprised to hear him apologizing to me. Is this just another ploy to get me into bed? “I’m not … looking for a hookup buddy, or whatever it is you’re used to,” I say. Maybe putting it bluntly is the only way to deter him .

A look of hurt flashes across his face, but only for a split second. “I’m not looking for that either.”

I blink. “I don’t understand. You show up, act the hero, spend the night with me, and then you ghost me. For two weeks,” I snap.

He nods. “I know, and I’m sorry. It was …

” He trails off, shaking his head, looking away.

When he finally looks back, his eyes are pleading with mine.

“I felt like I’d taken advantage of you.

You’d just broken up with Owen, you were scared, you were upset, and I …

I shouldn’t have done anything. I felt so awful, and I—I truly thought the best thing to do was give you space.

” He takes a deep breath through his rambling.

“But I was wrong. It was stupid. And then last night, it happened again and …” He reaches out to gently grasp my other arm, bringing me face to face with him.

“Josie, I want to be with you. I don’t know why it took me so long.

I don’t know why it took me years when you’ve been right in front of me the whole time but … I want you. All of you. ”

I stand silent, dumbfounded, as the weight of his words settles around me. “You … want to be with me?” I finally stutter.

He nods.

“But … you’ve never given me a second glance. I’ve been here. For years.”

“I know. But you were always Chloe’s best friend. I couldn’t— wouldn’t risk that. You were off limits. Honestly, I’m afraid you might still be off limits …” He grimaces slightly. “Only now, I don’t think I can resist it anymore.”

My eyes are locked on his, the tension between us sparking at dangerous levels. Finally, I break the silence with, “I don’t think I can resist it either.”

And that’s all Will needs to span the distance between us and plant his lips against mine. The kiss is desperate, hungry, ravenous. I cling to him, the scent of him, the feel of him, all of him overwhelming me.

We stumble in a desperate attempt to somehow get closer, closer, closer.

Will breaks our kiss to glance around wildly, taking my hand firmly in his and pulling me deeper down the hallway.

We pass a room filled with couches and lounge chairs, and after glancing around to make sure no one is near, he pulls me inside, leads me to the nearest couch and pushes me down onto it.

I expect him to continue kissing me, but instead, he sinks to his knees before me, placing a hand on both of my thighs and spreading my legs before him.

He looks up at me with that intense gaze I’ve come to love so much, slowly gathering the fabric of my dress in his hands and inching it up, up, up.

“I want to taste you, Josie,” he murmurs, leaning down to press a kiss to the bare skin of my inner thigh.

My mouth drops open at the sensation.

He pushes my dress up farther, until the majority of my thighs are exposed.

“Can I taste you, sweetheart?” he asks me, kissing my other thigh.

“Yes,” I breathe. “Please. ”

He grins, his gaze darkening in desire. He reaches under my dress to hook his fingers under the strap of my panties. “Lift your hips,” he instructs.

Bracing myself on the back of the couch, I do as he says, and he slowly slides my panties down my legs, tossing them aside.

My dress now bunched around my waist, he spreads my legs even wider.

My breath hitches in my throat as he stares at my center, my pussy wet, dripping, and completely exposed to him.

He holds my thighs open, gripping the flesh tightly as he begins planting soft, sweet kisses along my leg, moving upward.

I gasp when he reaches my center, gliding his tongue along my slit. I lean back against the cushions, gripping the pillows beside me as he lazily draws his tongue up to my clit, licking slow, delicate circles.

A deep moan escapes through my lips, causing Will to momentarily halt his perusal of my most private area .

“Shhhh—be a good girl and be quiet for me, okay sweetheart?” he asks.

Desperate to have his tongue back on me, I simply nod, spreading my legs wider, begging for more. He shoots me another delicious grin before returning.

As his tongue flicks across my nub, I bite my lip and squeeze my eyes shut, holding in the desperate moans and whimpers I know would otherwise be echoing throughout the room.

As he picks up the pace, it’s all I can do to keep quiet. I’m panting, squirming beneath him, the pleasure building and building. His fingers are digging into the flesh on my thighs, roughly holding me in place as I practically fall apart.

“Will,” I pant, my voice rising in pitch. “Oh, god ,” I whine, trying to stay as quiet as possible. I throw my head back, gasping and bucking my hips. And then with a cry I can’t hold in, my orgasm shatters over me .

I lie there, spent and gasping as wave after wave rushes over me.

I vaguely hear the sound of a condom wrapper tearing, and I open my eyes to see his pants unbuckled and unzipped, revealing his hard cock.

He rolls the condom on. He grabs my legs, pulls them onto the couch so that I’m now lying down and climbs over top of me.

The waves of my orgasm are still rolling through me as he enters me, causing me to cry out in ecstasy.

He wastes no time in thrusting into me—hard and fast. I grip the couch cushions, my body jostling at how roughly Will is fucking me.

He hits that sweet spot inside of me at just the right time that I feel a second orgasm barreling through me.

A strangled noise escapes me, and I throw my head back against the pillows, surrendering to both Will and the pleasure he’s forcing onto me.

“That’s a good girl,” he leans down to whisper in my ear as he keeps pumping.

He snakes an arm between us, finding my swollen clit, and begins rubbing quick circles .

“Oh god, Will,” I pant. “I don’t know if I can—”

“You’re gonna be a good girl and come a third time for me, Josie,” he demands. “Just take it.”

I moan, and it turns into a whimper as my body transforms into molten lava, the pleasure increasing so high it’s almost unbearable.

I writhe beneath him, and Will pumps into me harder, almost like he’s trying to put me in my place with just his cock alone.

I can feel my third climax building, and my moans are getting louder and louder—I’m unable to stop them. Will plants his elbow beside my head, bracing himself on it as he reaches over to clamp his palm over my mouth, muffling my cries.

“Shhhh, sweetheart,” he murmurs.

But my moans only become more and more hysterical.

The pleasure builds and builds and builds, and finally I break into a million pieces.

I grip the couch, screaming into Will’s palm, my body utterly spent.

Will pumps a few more times, finishing and then collapsing on top of me.

We lie there like that, panting, Will staring down at me, his blue eyes twinkling.

He presses a soft kiss to my lips, and I smile. “You wanna be my girlfriend, Josie?” he asks, and there’s just a tiny hint of worry there—almost as if he’s afraid I might say no.

A laugh bubbles up from deep within me. “After all that, I’d better be your girlfriend,” I say, taking his face between my hands and kissing him.