Page 6 of Smitten With My Brother’s Best Friend (SEALs of Aster Falls #1)
(Maverick)
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“Taylor,” I prod when she continues to be silent.
I wasn’t expecting to see her in my house today.
She was pretty angry the last time I saw her.
We pissed each other off, and I didn’t think either of us had anything left to say.
On my part, I was ready to kill the attraction I’d been feeling for her.
It wouldn’t have led anywhere anyway. And Adam would kill me.
I would prefer not to ruin my relationship with my best friend by getting involved with his sister.
She looks up at me. Her blonde hair is falling over her shoulders, making her look stunning, especially with the fierce look in her eyes.
She’s wearing a yellow summer dress that comes up to her thighs, and it’s doing wonderful things for her ample cleavage.
I really wish I wasn’t noticing all these things.
“Did I say something to offend you?” she suddenly asks
“What?” I ask in surprise.
“It’s just, the last time we talked, you seemed a little upset. You tried to hide it, but I think I said something hurtful, and I just wanted to know what it was.”
I stare at her for a few seconds. How did she even notice that?
“I’m fine, Taylor,” I say.
“No, really. I feel bad. Just tell me what I did?” she asks almost desperately.
“Why do you even care? You hate me, remember? I humiliated you.”
“That and this are two separate matters. Right now, I care that I might have said something hurtful. I know you’re not good at opening up but just tell me, please.”
I walk over to the couch and grab the shirt I had discarded before putting it on. Then I turn back to face her.
“Can you cook?” I ask.
“What?” she says, confused.
“I’m hungry, and my mom has been gone all morning.”
Taylor smiles. “How old are you?”
“What has that got to do with anything?” I grumble.
“You’re a full-grown man that still needs his mom to cook breakfast for him. It’s kind of cute.”
“Can you cook or not?” I ask.
“I can try,” she says with a shrug.
“Try? How do you survive in New York?”
“Terry’s a great cook, and he prepared most all our meals,” she states sadly.
Great. I would prefer not to hear that bastard’s name for the rest of my life. Much less see him.
“Come on, between the both of us, I’m sure we can whip up something edible,” I say, taking a hold of her wrist and leading her to the kitchen.
It turns out I’m wrong, and edible is a wildly inaccurate description for what we end up cooking. We both stare at what should have been mac and cheese then we start laughing at how terrible it turned out.
“I need to take some cooking classes,” Taylor says, groaning.
“I’ll join you,” I tell her with a laugh.
There’s a mark on her cheek, so I step forward to help her clean it off.
I really should have minded my business because the simple touch makes me feel things that are definitely not normal.
Taylor shivers, and her breath hitches. Our eyes meet, and I can’t look away.
We’re standing so close, and my hand is still on her face.
I imagine what it would feel like if I leaned forward and kissed her.
I see the look on her face, and I know that she’s feeling it too.
This insane attraction can’t be explained.
She pushes up on her toes and wraps an arm around my neck, bringing us impossibly closer.
I’m not sure when my head begins lowering. Until our lips are inches apart, she’s standing frozen, waiting for me to make the first move, and I’m about to. Just before our lips meet, we hear footsteps and immediately jump apart.
I turn to the doorway of the kitchen just as my mom appears.
“Maverick! You’ll never guess what I found at the back of the house!” my mom says excitedly. She pauses when she takes in the scene in front of her.
“What’s wrong? You both look like I caught you while you were doing something bad,” she says, her eyes roaming the kitchen.
She just stopped Taylor and me from making a mistake we would have regretted.
“Taylor, what’s going on?” My mom asks.
Taylor looks like she’s incapable of forming a coherent sentence.
“Nothing mom. We were trying to cook, but we ended up making a mess,” I explain.
My heart is beating extremely fast, and it’s a little disconcerting.
Mom chuckles. “The both of you couldn’t handle making mac and cheese?”
I nod while Taylor continues to stare at a spot on the wall.
“Donna, I have to go. I think my mom needs me back home,” she says before rushing out like someone is hot on her heels.
I inwardly sigh. Her actions just made my mom even more suspicious, and she’s going to be questioning me about what happened.
“What did you find?” I ask, hoping to distract her.
She turns to me, her eyes shining in excitement.
“This,” she says, producing a pink flower petal.
“What’s that?”
“It’s from the Aster tree, I think. I’m going to call Mr. Morris to come and take a look. If this is what I think it is, then your life is about to change,” she grins.
She’s not making any sense. How’s a flower supposed to change my life?
“Marilyn told me Taylor broke up with her boyfriend,” she suddenly mentions.
“Yeah and?” I ask, leaning against the counter.
Thankfully, my heartbeat has gone back to normal. Although my cock is still semi-hard.
“Oh, nothing. I’m just thinking about the possibilities. It all makes sense now,” she says, her eyes twinkling. She’s acting really weird.
I decide I’ve had enough of the conversation. I head up to my room, then end up taking a cold shower and trying to dispel any thoughts of Taylor and the feel of her perfect tits pressed against me.
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It’s an impossible task. Thoughts of Taylor have consumed my entire being. I’m almost obsessed and don’t know how to stop it. I get into the car, planning to go on a drive, but somehow I end up in front of her house. I take a deep breath and step out. I know what I have to do.
My plan could go wrong in so many ways. Her mom could be home or, even worse, her brother, but I’ve had enough. I ring the doorbell, and she’s the one to answer.
“Maverick,” she says in surprise.
“Hey. Is Adam here?” I ask, pretending that he’s the reason I came over.
“No, he’s not. Did you call him before coming over?” she asks. She’s wearing tiny black shorts that must have been made to drive me wild, and to make matters worse, I don’t think she’s wearing a bra under that shirt.
“Is your mom here?” I ask, and she shakes her head.
“She had to go somewhere. Seriously, what’s wrong with you?”
I stare at a spot above her head. I can’t believe I’m about to do this.
I lick my suddenly dry lips and say, “I want to fuck you.”
Taylor’s breath hitches, and her eyes widen.
“What?” she asks quietly.
“Before you slam the door in my face, just listen. I’ve been going crazy since I last saw you.
I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but you’ve been dominating my every thought, and I don’t know how to get you out of my system.
I don’t know where the sudden attraction is coming from.
All I know is that I can’t stop thinking about you, and I need you, badly. ”
She’s staring at me in shock.
“Okay, let’s get this straight. You’re suddenly attracted to me and think the solution is to have sex with me? What am I? A one-night stand?” she asks angrily.
I pinch the bridge of my nose. She’s taking this really badly.
“That’s not what I meant.”
This isn’t a porch conversation, and I step forward, which makes her take a step back until we’re inside the house.
“Then what did you mean?” she questions.
“Just calm down for a second and tell me something. Tell me you can’t feel anything when I’m close to you. Tell me you don’t think about me. About what it would be like if I kissed you. If we slept together,” I say, walking closer to her with each sentence.
She continues taking steps back until her back is against the wall, and there’s nowhere else to go.
She looks up at me, and I can see it in her eyes, if I were to lean down and kiss her right now, she wouldn’t fight me. She wouldn’t move away.
“What even is this? So we fuck, and then what?” she asks.
“I don’t know,” I answer honestly.
I’m just as confused as she is by these feelings.
“To be clear, we’re doing this because you want to get me out of your system?” she asks.
“I’m doing this because I’ll go crazy if I don’t.”
She seems to find the answer acceptable because, in the next breath, she’s pulling my head down until our lips meet.