My Sister's Boyfriend's Brother {bxb}

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"Stay over at someone else's house or pretend to be drunk?" he asked, stepping even closer.

My heart hammered against my ribs. "How-"

"When you put on your seatbelt by yourself, I noticed that." Preston stated. "Now you don't want any water or medicine. Something you would want when you're drunk."

"Preston I can explain," I said, slowly standing up.

I really didn't know how to explain it to him. "I faked being drunk so we could leave early and avoid you running into Jasper who by the way I still have a crush on." 

Yeah, I wasn't going to say that.

"I usually don't go to parties and drink that much, but I had to find some way to convince you to leave."

"Why didn't you just tell me?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "You looked like you were having a good time. I didn't want to ruin that for you."

Preston took a step closer to me and cupped his hand on my cheek then before I knew it his lips were on mine. It was a quick kiss, but I craved more from him. Staring into his eyes was the only thing that was holding me back. I always felt frozen when our eyes met, and I felt the tension rising between us every time.

"I've waited all week to do that," he said softly, and we both wore a small smile.

Preston was older, by two whole years. Surely, that meant he had experience, and he knew where he wanted tonight to go. But I wasn't sure.

"Wait," I said, pressing my hands against his chest. "I... This." Fuck! Use your words, Ashton! "I haven't-"

"It's okay," he said, cutting off my embarrassment. "We can take it slow." I leaned into Preston's touch, a spark of electricity igniting where our skin met. I felt his warm breath on my cheek as he murmured, "Only if you want."

"I do."

The next few moments were a whirlwind of fumbled touches and nervous laughter as Preston's hand brushed against my chest, the thin T-shirt I wore did little to conceal the sudden goosebumps erupting on my skin. His touch lingered, a warm exploration that sent shivers down my spine. I was overwhelmed by a mixture of fear and a strange, exhilarating anticipation hit me when I met Preston's gaze. The look in his eyes was a revelation. It wasn't hunger, not a predatory glint searching for a conquest. It was a mix of curiosity and a tentative tenderness that mirrored my own feelings.

Taking a deep breath, I mirrored Preston's action, reaching out to touch the soft cotton of his shirt. My fingertips grazed the firm muscle beneath the fabric. It was a tentative touch, hesitant but filled with a budding desire. Preston leaned into it, closing the distance between us. Our lips met in a hesitant collision, a soft touch that spoke volumes. I was inexperienced when it came to intimacy, so I felt a surge of something akin to panic which caused me to fumble, my lips brushing awkwardly against Preston's. Almost as if he sensed my nervousness, he pulled back slightly, a small smile playing on his lips.

"Easy," Preston murmured, his voice husky.

I nodded, grateful for his understanding. The way Preston's cologne filled my senses, the way his touch sent shivers down my spine. It was overwhelming, yet strangely exhilarating. Preston's gaze lingered on my lips while he cupped my face with one hand, his touch gentle. He leaned in again, this time his kiss softer, more deliberate. It explored a map tracing the contours of my mouth. I was grateful for Preston's patience and responded, my own touch becoming more confident. The kiss deepened, a slow exploration that ignited a fire within me.

My tongue, unsure at first, found its way against Preston's in a tentative dance. A gasp escaped my lips once Preston's hand slid down my back, the touch sending shivers down my spine once again. With a quiet groan, Preston pulled away, his breath ragged. His eyes, a dark ember in the dim light, held a spark of desire that mirrored my own.