Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 38075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 190(@200wpm)___ 152(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 190(@200wpm)___ 152(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
“That’s one way to say good morning.” I’m jarred once again, but this time, I have no choice. It’s either put the mug down or burn myself while keeping my eyes off the owner of the voice.
He’s my brother’s best friend.
He’s thirteen years older than me.
He makes me lose my senses.
And he’s also the reason I agreed to leave town and go away to college.
My brother has lost every person in our life. The last person I wanted him to lose because of me is Trey Johnson. I can remember the moment when I realized how good it felt to have his eyes on me.
“Trey.” I struggle to string more than one word together. I’d like to say this is the first time I’ve seen him throughout the past three and a half years, but that’s not the case. Any time I’d come home to visit, he’d be around. I’d have no idea he’d be there. On more than one occasion, he’d be at the house when I came home. Most of the times, he’d be in the living room having a beer with Amos, eyes on me the entire time. Then there were the times he’d follow me into the kitchen with the excuse to grab fresh beers, and I’d be alone with him. Those were the absolute hardest. I tried my damnedest to stay away, but Trey didn’t allow that. He'd corner me against the counter. A touch here, a caress there, and the last time, his front pressed against my back. Muscular arms would bracket me on either side, lips gliding along the side of my neck in a whisper-soft kiss, and I more than felt the heavy length of his cock.
I watch as his nostrils flare while his fists tighten at his sides. Today started out normal with chores, followed by a long hot shower, one where my hair needed to be washed two days ago, yet I held out until I couldn’t stand it any longer. There’s something about having to blow dry the long tresses only for it get hot and sweaty again in a few days’ time.
“Sugar.” Trey’s deep gravely timbre hits me between my thighs. My knees tremble, and the moment I lower my arms, I know I’ve made a terrible decision. The towel I have wrapped around me slips down my body. “That’s a hell of a welcome home, See. Thought it’d be better if it were me unwrapping you.” Damn my stupid self for not grabbing my robe or getting dressed. I struggle to grab the towel from sliding down my body further. A nipple slip is one thing, a full body shot is an entirely different story.
“You could at least pretend to be a gentleman and avert your eyes,” I complain, turning around to readjust the towel, tucking myself in, and making sure Trey isn’t getting another look. Jesus, Amos would lose his ever-loving mind if he walked outside right about now. I guess there is a plus side for keeping my childhood bedroom. The door from my room to the back porch gives me unlimited access, and for the most part, no one else uses it.
“I think we both know that will never happen where you’re concerned. See you soon, sugar,” Trey states. He’s like an apparition—here one moment and gone the next.
“Sienna, you see Trey anywhere?” My brother walks out the back door, the one off the kitchen, and when he sees what I’m wearing, he shakes his head.
“Nope,” I lie, shrugging my shoulders. I keep my arms tucked while grabbing my cup of coffee off the railing. Surely, it’s cooled off and I can take a sip without it scalding my tongue. Unlike the match Trey just lit between us where we’re both bound to get burned.
“Funny, I could have sworn I heard his voice. May want to get back inside just in case.” My overprotective brother has no idea what happened mere moments ago. I’m actually shocked he’s not rushing into the house to grab a parka or a blanket to throw my way.
“I was going in anyways.” So much for enjoying the sun rising with my coffee and thoughts. Nope, now I’m a muddled freaking mess. I left Arrowleaf for a few reasons, two of them being my brother and Trey. It seems I did it all for nothing, too. There’s no way we’ll be able to keep things strictly platonic between us. Not when Trey singlehandedly lit the match, watched the flame grow, and let it burn.
“Good,” Amos says grumpily. I roll my eyes. There’s no use staying out here when he’s in a mood. I love my brother, but damn can he be a pain in my ass.
ONE
TREY
Present Day
“Hey, Amos,” I say, stomping off my feet before taking the steps up the front porch of his and Sienna’s place. I’ve kept my hands, mouth, and eyes to myself where his sister is concerned. That doesn’t mean I don’t watch her every chance I get, especially when a towel drops, and I’m rewarded with a view I haven’t seen in a long-as-fuck time. I’m not going there, my cock will harden and try explaining that to your best friend this early in the morning. The shit he’d throw my way, I’d need a hell of a lot more coffee to handle Amos.