My Best Friend's Brother

Chapter 1

"Does your brother have a girlfriend?"  I asked as I squeezed into my favourite pair of highwaisted skinny jeans that held everything in the right place.

"Pft, no," Emily laughed, "why are you asking?"

I had been in love with Nathan for as long as I could remember. He had never had a girlfriend, but I couldn't help but hope that was because he was saving himself for me, like I'd been saving myself for him.

"Do you think we should invite him out with us?" God I wanted to dance with him. Grind my body against his as we both melted away in ecstasy. "Maybe he could meet a nice girl there?" I hoped she couldn't see through me.

"You know he would never go," she laughed, "I don't even know if he likes girls."

No!

"You can ask him to join us if you really want, but you know he'll say no" she snorted.

I couldn't take her negativity to heart, I loved him and I'd find a way for us to be together.

"I'm going to the bathroom," I lied.

The truth was that I could hear his bedroom door open across the hall, and I wanted him to see me. I was wearing a sexy little bralette under a shear mesh top that left little to the imagination.

I slipped out of Emily's room and bumped into Nathan.

His gorgeous blue eyes bulged as they fell on me, and I saw him take a step back.

"Hi Nathan," I tried to draw his name out as slowly and sexily as I could.

"Um, hi" he mumbled as he walked past me and down the stairs.

God he was sexy.

I zipped off to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. I looked good. I may not have been as thin as Emily, but my boobs made up for it. Speaking of boobs, they were looking good. It made me wet to think that he had seen so much of my body. Had they aroused him?

I imagined him reaching out and grabbing them. I squeezed my breasts pretending it was him. I sighed at the thought.

My thong was completely soaked. I pressed my thighs together, the sensation triggered a wave of pleasure through me. I contemplated masturbating. Hell, it wouldn't be the first time I were to do it in that bathroom to the thought of him.

I decided against it. I didn't want him wondering why I was taking so long in the bathroom.

I went downstairs in search of him, being sure to avoid his parents. They never really approved of when I dressed provocatively, and they'd especially not like it once Nathan and I were together.

There he was.

Stretched out on the couch with a cat curled up and purring on his lap, with his nose buried in a book.

Is there anything sexier than a man who reads?

Oh how I wished I could be that book. With his nose buried in me, and those long hands wrapped around me. I wondered what he could do with those hands that looked like they were designed to play the piano.

I'm sure he could play more than just the piano with them... a far more delicate instrument, with an even sweeter song, but one that could still be pounded like a drum.

Where am I going with these metaphors?

God alone knows.

All I knew was that I was horny as fuck.

I wanted to be that purring pussy on his lap.

I leaned against the doorframe, trying to look as sexy and relaxed as him.

"Hey," I said slowly and sexily.

He raised his eyebrows in reply, but his eyes never left the pages.

"Em and I are going out dancing," I twiddled some of my long sleek black hair between my fingers.

"Uhhu," he mumbled, still in his book. I wanted him to hold me with his piercing blue eyes, but they never came.

"Do you want to come with?" My desperation was making my voice husky and seductive.

"No thanks," he turned the page.

"Its my birthday," a crooked smile crept across my face. "I'm eighteen."

He was twenty one. Maybe the reason he had never made a move was because of the age gap, and because up until now it was illegal. That was probably it, but now I had him. He could do whatever he wanted to me and it would be perfectly fine.

"Happy birthday," he glanced up at me and I got my wish.

His blue eyes held my brown. He was perfection. His jaw was chiseled with high sharp cheekbones. And beautiful plump kissable lips. Even his nose was strong and straight. Everything about his face was so dramatic. From how pale and ethereal his skin was, to the harsh blackness of his hair and eyebrows, and finally the blue. The vast yet piercing oceans that were his eyes.

On top of that, he was tall and slender. Like a fairy prince from some long forgotten tale.

Could you blame a girl for being so in love with him?

That one look he gave me sent ripples of desire through my whole body, but in a moment... it was gone.

"Are you sure there's nothing I can do to convince you to go?" I bit my lip seductively. God, I was practically throwing myself at him and he wouldn't give me anything.

"It's really not my thing," he clenched his jaw and went back to his book.

"Tasha!" Emily called, "the Uber is here!"

"My rides here," I twisted some hair between my fingers.

He pulled those glorious lips of his into a thin line.

I hadn't been able to seduce him then, but I had plans for later that night... plans he would never be able to resist.