Page 7 of Smitten With My Brother’s Best Friend (SEALs of Aster Falls #1)

(Taylor)

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From the moment he showed up on the doorstep of my house, I had a feeling I was in trouble.

Still, I couldn’t have imagined that we would find ourselves here, and that I would be kissing him right now.

His hands and chest, and lips are pressed hungrily against mine.

He’s holding my face like he’s afraid to let go, and I’m fighting for breath because I don’t think I’ve ever kissed anyone like this.

He pulls away just long enough for me to inhale before he comes back—this time, with his tongue.

The second he slides it against my lips, I immediately part them.

He presses me harder against the wall, his hand gripping my waist and pulling me against him.

My hands are in his hair, and then his mouth is all over my neck.

His hand strays to the front of my shirt and grabs one of my breasts, cupping it.

His lips move from my neck back to my mouth while his other hand squeezes my ass.

He tries to pull my shirt off, and I help him. His mouth latches onto my nipple immediately while his palm closes around one bare breast. I arch into his caress. His mouth is busy sucking on one puckered nipple while his fingers pinch and tease the other one.

I suddenly realize we’re in the living room of my family’s house, and my brother or my mother could come in at any moment.

“Maverick,” I say, trying to get him to stop, although his name comes out as a moan. He’s so fixated on my breasts that he doesn’t respond.

“We need to get a room,” I tell him.

I don’t think he hears me, but then a second later, he’s lifting me off my feet. He carries me in his arms like I weigh nothing, and before I know it, he’s locking my bedroom door and depositing me on my bed.

He smirks.

“I thought for sure you were going to slap me and kick me out,” he says, breathing heavily.

“I still might,” I admit.

He grins before kissing me again. We’re a tangle of passion, desperate kisses, and grinding bodies in no time. When he groans a tortured sound into my mouth, my hand moves between us, slipping inside his shorts and finding exactly what I want as my fingers curl around him.

His kiss gets hungrier, and he makes another strangled noise as I grip him and stroke him, holding him closer.

“I really need you, Maverick,” I mutter against his lips.

He grins briefly, then I feel him drop his hold on me as his hands disappear from my body.

I’m too busy kissing him to realize he has gotten a condom out of his pocket.

I assist him in removing his pants and boxer briefs. Then I hurriedly take off my shorts.

In one smooth motion, he’s thrusting in, and I’m forced to break the kiss when I almost bite down on his lip.

He fucks me slowly, drawing it out. Our eyes stay locked, leaving me feeling exposed and open.

I’m almost worried he can actually see inside my mind because everything I’ve been holding back seems to crash to the surface.

Can he tell how much I’ve thought about him? How deep my feelings for him have run over the years. They never really disappeared, and I never hated him. I almost confess it all, but I think better of it. This is just sex, and he said as much.

One of his hands comes up to cup my cheek and slide into my hair. When my orgasm strikes, I feel it vibrate throughout my body. Then he releases a guttural groan as he comes as well. He falls onto the bed beside me, breathing heavily and fast, and I try hard to control my breathing as well.

“Shit!” Maverick breathes.

Shit is right.

He stands to get rid of the condom while I stare at the ceiling. “What the hell just happened?” I say almost to myself.

Maverick lies back on the bed. He turns to look at me, but I keep my gaze fixed firmly on the ceiling. I’m scared of what I’ll see in his eyes. I’m scared he’ll tell me what just happened meant nothing to him, or worse, he could tell me to forget.

“I never want to forget what just happened here,” Maverick says softly, shocking me. Is he reading my mind?

I look into the blue depths of his eyes.

“What happened here, Mav? Explain it.”

“We slept together because we obviously have feelings for each other. It’s as simple as that,” he states.

I shake my head. I try to ignore the thudding in my chest at his words.

“No, it’s not. I broke up with my boyfriend of three years a few days ago. You thought I hated you until a while ago, and this, what just happened, is all shades of wrong.”

“Then why did something so wrong feel so right?” he questions, looking straight into my eyes.

His gaze enslaves me. Maybe I should just give in, and see where it takes us.

“So we continue sleeping together? As what? Friends with benefits?”

He groans. “That’s such a cliché title. I hate clichés.”

“I’m sleeping with my brother’s best friend. It doesn’t get more cliché than that,” I point out.

He nods.

“Why is your bed so comfortable? I could fall asleep here,” he says tiredly, pulling me into his arms. I push him away.

“Too bad because you need to leave.”

His eyes fly open.

“Damn, use me and toss me,” he says with a grin.

“You seem to have forgotten we’re currently inside my house. My mom and brother live here, and I’m pretty sure Adam would kill you if he saw you with me.”

“He would get over it,” Maverick says, brushing off my concerns. I know it’s true.

I’m sure Adam would be upset, but in the end, there’s nothing he can do. Maverick and I are adults, and we can make decisions on our own. Still, he’s not going to like it.

“Come on, Mav. Stand up, put on your clothes and leave, please.”

“Just answer this one question,” he tells me.

“What?”

“Did you ever really hate me?”

I don’t answer for a few seconds.

“No. I never did,” I say honestly.

He smiles, and it’s so genuine it tugs at my heart.

Not a lot of people know this about him, but he carries a lot of anger and resentment inside of him.

Most of it is because of his father. Adam might know Maverick best, but I know him just as well, and I’ve had years to fall in love with the parts of him that he keeps hidden.

I might never confess this, but I never stopped having feelings for him, even when he humiliated me.

I just pretended to hate him because I couldn’t let him see how much he had hurt me.

Plus, I thought it was stupid. What did a 13-year-old know about love?

But now, so many years later, I finally get it.

Maybe, just maybe, Maverick and I could be endgame.

“What are you thinking?” he asks softly, brushing a strand of hair from my face.

I smirk. “I'm thinking about getting you out of this house before we get into trouble.”

“Fine,” he says with a groan.

He stands up, subjecting me to the view of his magnificent cock. I almost change my mind and ask him to come back into bed. The smirk on his face tells me he knows exactly what I’m thinking about. I stick my tongue out and turn away while he finishes dressing up.

He leans down to give me one last earth-shattering kiss before walking out.

I don’t get up for at least half an hour after he leaves. I’m sprawled on my bed, thinking about the amazing sex and how much I want to do it again. I jump out of fright when there’s suddenly a knock on the door.

“Taylor?” my brother calls out.

I make sure my naked body is completely covered before calling for him to come in.

“What’s up?” I ask, trying not to act suspicious.

He raises something in his hand, and my eyes widen when I see it’s my shirt. Specifically, the one Maverick tossed to the side.

Oh shit.

“What was this doing in the hallway?”

I think hard and fast, trying to formulate a valid excuse.

“I was feeling hot and sleepy, and I must have taken it off as I walked into the room. Sorry,” I say, hoping he buys my lie.

He shrugs before throwing the piece of clothing at me, and it hits my face. I’m about to yell when I notice the sad look in his eyes.

“You okay, big bro?” I ask him.

“I’m good,” he replies, his expression anything but good.

Something’s bothering him, but I know he won’t tell me. Adam never comes to me for help, but I know he’s going to talk to his best friend. I just hope he’s okay.

“Really, you’ve got your worried face on.”

“I’m all right, Tay. Just a little tired, I guess.”

He’s lying, but I don’t call him out on it. Mostly because I feel like getting involved in a deep talk with him would lead to me spilling my guts out, and we can’t have that.

“Okay. If you don’t mind, I’d like to sleep some more. Close the door on your way out,” I tell him.

He nods before walking out and closing the door. I think back to what Maverick and I just did in this room, and my heart pounds. I can’t believe I slept with Maverick Kessler.