Page 9 of My Best Friend’s Billionaire Brother (Billionaire Brothers #4)

Will

I rub my eyes, heading for the other one. I definitely drank the least out of everyone tonight. Partly because I felt like someone needed to keep their faculties about them. And partly because I’m just not that much of a drinker. I did drink enough, however, to say that stuff to Josie.

I sigh just thinking about it. It was true. All of it was true. The way she’d looked at me when I guessed at Owen’s lack of prowess in the bedroom had nailed it. My guess had been right.

But maybe I’d been a bit too harsh. I take a piss and wash my hands. I can hear the guys settling down in the room. The tiredness is probably hitting them. I hope so. I’m ready for this night to be over. More than ready.

I sigh, staring myself down in the mirror.

I hadn’t planned on upsetting Josie today.

Insulting her boyfriend, then asking those provocative questions.

It was just seeing her reactions to his texts, the frustration, the hurt in her eyes.

And then when I’d learned what their stupid fight was about?

What an absolute shithead. I grit my teeth just thinking about it.

And I meant what I’d said. That she deserves better. She deserves someone who’s not controlling, not an asshole. Someone who cares about her, someone who puts her first.

What I didn’t tell her, and what I’m barely able to admit myself, is that I wish that I could be that person .

Find a man who’s more interested in making you come than in what you’re wearing. The way her eyes had widened at that comment had practically made my dick hard. Fuck. Thinking about it now is making my dick hard.

I’m definitely more interested in making her come than in what she’s wearing.

Although her outfit tonight had been just about the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen on a woman.

She even paled in comparison to the dancers on stage.

That deep V that had showed just enough cleavage to have me practically drooling.

And the way she’d defiantly stared me down when I’d implied that her boyfriend wasn’t satisfying her.

The way she’d lied to my face, knowing that I knew the truth.

Fuck, I’d wanted to take her right there. Fuck that smug look off her face and show her what a real man could make her feel. Have her screaming my name. The only name she’d ever remember.

I hear the guys bustling around in the room, getting ready for bed. Damn, I’m not going to be able to go to bed now .

I lock the door and turn on the shower, shedding my clothes and leaving them in a pile on the tiled floor. I face the showerhead, letting the warm water hit my chest and wash over my body. I take a deep breath and close my eyes.

I imagine getting her alone in a room, her standing before me, her chest rising and falling as I stalk toward her. I imagine hooking my finger under the strap of her top, sliding it down her shoulders, doing the same with the other side until her breasts, perky with pink erect buds, slip free.

I’d take one into my mouth, suckling and biting softly until she moans, the sound filling the room, my ears, my very soul.

Fuck.

I reach down to grasp my already hard cock in my hands, squeezing gently and then pumping slowly.

I imagine pushing Josie toward the bed, her slipping out of her dress, leaving her completely and utterly naked before me. Taking hold of her shoulders, pushing her back against the bed, crawling over top of her. I’d position myself over her and then plunge into her soft, soaking center.

I grit my teeth, imagining the feel of her around me. How she would welcome me into her. The way her eyes would widen at the feel of me inside of her, her mouth opening in a perfect O.

Will.

She’d moan my name softly.

I’d pump faster.

Will!

I’d reach down to play with her clit, rubbing softly, faster and faster.

Will, Will, Will.

My name would tumble from her lips like a prayer, like a chant she wouldn’t be able to stop. I’d fuck her harder and harder.

My name is the only one you’ll remember. The only name that matters , I’d say to her .

I pump my dick faster, bracing myself against the shower wall, gritting my teeth as my climax nears.

I imagine Josie screaming my name, screaming unintelligible words, her pussy clenching around me, her head thrown back in ecstasy, her breasts bobbing.

And with a deep groan, I explode.

I slump forward, both hands on the shower wall, panting, those dirty images of Josie at my mercy still etched in my mind.

I open my eyes, staring at the water as it rolls down my legs and circles the drain. God. I’m fucked now, aren’t I?