Michael Morris has found the perfect girl in Allison Kennemore--she is sweet, funny, beautiful, and everyone thinks they're so cute together. But Michael is lying to himself. His problem is compounded when he meets Allison's charming, handsome, and openly gay sibling Jacob. When Allison discovers that Michael is more interested in Jacob than he is in her, she is devastated. To get back at him, she pretends to be ignorant of his secret and ramps up her seduction to make him squirm. Michael spent most of his teens denying his true self and has learned to hide it well. When Jacob proves to be too much of a temptation, Allison tells him she wants to take their relationship to the next level. Unfortunately, being Allison's perfect boyfriend is the only way Michael can get closer to the one he really wants. If he tells Alison the truth, he might lose his only link to Jacob. When Jacob starts to notice him as Allison pushes for more, Michael will have to decide if he is ready to embrace his true self or lose his opportunity to make a true connection with someone who wants him as himself.
View MoreAlison POV Today was a special day. Because it wasn't just any ordinary day, it was my older brother Jacob's wedding day. Life has a funny way of twisting and turning things because my brother was getting married to none other than Michael, my ex-boyfriend. I used to think Michael was the one for me, but now? I couldn't imagine him with anyone else other than Jacob. These two were completely and utterly in love, and I couldn't help but envy them. I wish I could find someone who loved me like that! "Looking hot, Ali. That dress really accentuates your perfectly round ass," Nolan whispered near my neck, and I nearly exploded in flames. This fucker did not know how to stop being an asshole! "Thanks, Nolan. I see you clean up well," I said. I refused to let Nolan piss me off on Jacob and Michael's special day! Besides, I wasn't giving him a fake compliment. I hated to admit it, but he looked good in his tux that was perfectly tailored to fit his body. I could see the outlines of hi
JACOBI kept my mouth shut as promised and didn't make fun of Michael as I watched him dance around the kitchen, wearing an apron.God, I wish the apron was the only thing he was wearing though!We never did make it to his parent's house to break the news to them. Instead, we both decided to wait a few more months. Then, after a while, we decided to invite them over to our house.Our house...it feels so strange to call it that, but Michael and I decided to move in together because why should we even bother waiting when both of us knew we couldn't live without each other?"La la la ladi da da hmm," Michael was humming a tune I couldn't recognize. He seemed to be in a relaxed mood and that shocked me. Wasn't he nervous about his parents visiting at all?"Aren't you worried about how your dad will react?" I asked."Hmm? Why would I be worried?" he waved the spatula at me, then started stirring the pot."Because the last time I checked, he is homophobic and possibly would have a heart att
MICHAELJacob drove me absolutely bonkers.How can someone be so criminally sexy and be so insecure at the same time?And so dumb sometimes. Like right now when he was grilling me about the guy in the flower shop. I mean, seriously?"Jacob..." I tried to make my voice sound deeper, so he knew how serious I was being. "What are you even talking about?""That guy at the flower shop was flirting with you, and you were flirting back," Jacob grumbled.I lifted my eyebrows. "I was?""Okay, not really. But you were really friendly.""I am always friendly, Jacob," I laughed."That's a problem."I laughed even harder, earning a glare from him. After I asked him about how he saw his future with me, we had an emotional moment. He told me how much I meant to him, and he'd go through all the obstacles to be with me.It was going great. We were kissing and hugging in the car. But then...somehow, he circled back to his jealousy over some guy I don't even know? This silly man."Why are you talking ab
JACOBI had, for my entire life, always considered myself a confident guy. It helped me in life, especially in the dating department. Like, I wasn't stupid—I knew I was good looking and funny too. But dating Michael tore at my self-confidence sometimes...A few weeks after comfortably dating and seeing each other, I was beginning to question why Michael was with me. Did he like me, or was I just the first available guy he could find?That last thought always managed to slash at my heart. Even though him and I discussed this many times. But still! What if Michael wasn't really that into me? What if that were the case?Unlike me, Michael was extroverted and usually got along with anyone he met. It was sometimes infuriating how the guy always smiled at others and received smiles in return. I was certain Michael could cajole a burglar into turning themselves in.He was charming. And beautiful in this irritating way. He was shorter than me and less muscular, but he made up for it with hi
JACOBI grinned as I watched Mikey struggle to put his pants on. After we got cleaned up, I offered him to lay on my chest and rest, which he happily did. But even after that fifteen-minute nap, he still looked worn out.Poor guy, did I break him?I honestly didn't mean to go so rough on him, but watching his smooth round ass bouncing under me? Fuck...that was a sight to see. And his sweet little moans weren't helping either. I wanted to pound him harder and harder, feel every inch of him. Love him, taste him, worship him.Hopefully, he wasn't too disturbed by it and will let me do it again. Over and over."Could you stop staring at me? You are giving me the creeper vibe," Michael barked, earning a chuckle from me."That's not what you said when I was ramming into you, balls deep and..."Michael raised his hand, his face already turning beet red. Aww, is he feeling shy now? "No need to recount the events. I remember it well."More like his tight little butt remembered it."Cool. Ready
MICHAELJacob was driving me crazy.My dick hurt in my jeans; all I wanted was to get off. I had gotten to the stage where I didn't care if we made it to the "more" part of our relationship."Just touch me. Let me touch you. I can't stop. I just can't," I heard myself admit.My mouth was running away from me. I couldn't shut up. Words spilled out of me as I pushed and tugged at Jacob to get him into his bedroom.His big body bounced as he fell backward onto the bed. I followed him down, mindless beyond wanting to grind against him.I straddled his thigh with both of mine and pressed down. Hard. I was so hard."Woah!" I yelped as I was rolled to the side underneath Jacob in a move he had to have learned in the military which was---disturbingly hot.Jake grinned at me, a smile full of teeth and sharp lust as he said, "Trust me, Mikey. I'll take care of you."Rutting up against his thigh, I whined, "When? Before I come in my pants? You talked pretty big about wanting me to lose it on you
JACOB"Do you even know what 'more' is, Mikey?" I asked, trying to sound bored when my body was silently screaming in enthusiasm at the suggestion.Michael rolled his eyes even as a blush turned his cheeks red, "Yes, Jacob. I know what 'more' is and I'm saying I want it. You. I want to sex with you. Have sex with you."I couldn't help laughing as Michael stumbled over the words. Hearing him tripping over his tongue was borderline hysterical; I wanted to enjoy the laughter before addressing the elephant in the room which was his virginity when it came to gay sex."Hey! Stop laughing at me!" Mikey whined, smacking me on the back of the head so it was my turn to wince a little."Hey, yourself," I protested, "Don't hit me in the head. We're way beyond pulling pigtails on the playground for when we want to show each other we're interested."The blush hadn't faded from Michael's face. His grin had gotten wider though and I was glad for it. I didn't want him freaking out the whole time we we
JACOBI guess I should've seen this coming.Things were never supposed to work out for Michael and me. This whole thing was insane, and I should've ended it before it went this far. I am supposed to be the older, responsible one, but I failed by succumbing to temptation.But I didn't think it would end this way. Couldn't he do this in person? After all, we've been through, it stung that he decided to break things off over the phone. And what were all that background noises? I could swear I heard other people talking near him.I wasn't sure if I was okay with this 'break up,' either. This wasn't some fling. But, it felt real to me, and when I think about not seeing him again...No, I don't accept it.I've decided. I'm going to go find that fool and have a real talk with him.Or should I just let him go?This emotional turmoil was getting to be too much to handle. I couldn't focus on anything else for the rest of the day. My head was full of Michael. Is this really happening to me?"Sto
ALISON "You freaking asshole. You lying, conniving piece of shit," I snapped at Michael. It felt good to finally let it all out. Just because I secretly accepted their relationship doesn't mean I wasn't angry. "I deserve it," he said, and I knew he wasn't going to deny it anymore. "How did you find out?" "I saw you two making out. Do you think I'm stupid? I knew something was up when you refused to have sex with me!" I cried. People at the café were still looking at us. I'm surprised they didn't try to kick us out for making all this noise. Maybe they were enjoying the soap opera unfolding before their eyes. "Ali...I am so sorry! This is all new to me. I had no idea I'd fall for your brother like this. At first, I thought I was only admiring him, but then I realized we had sexual chemistry. I couldn't help but be so attracted to him. And when we kissed...." I raised my hand so he'd stop rambling. "Spare me the details, alright? I don't care if you're gay. I'm just pissed that you
MICHAEL "You aren't even listening!" I jolted back to reality as I heard the high-pitched voice of Alison, my girlfriend of two months. She was sitting in front of me and glaring. "Sorry...what were you saying?" I chuckled nervously. I had the bad habit of zoning out mid-conversation. My friends always made fun of me for it and called me Mr. Daydreamer. "I was telling you about the dinner this Saturday. So you can meet my family, remember?" Alison said. "Don't tell me you forgot!" she gasped. "Oh, right. The dinner with parents. Scary stuff," I said and scratched my head as I tried to remember our conversation from last week. I met Alison in my Introduction to Sculpture class in college and we instantly hit it off. I thought she was cute with her wild and crazy curls, big brown eyes, and full lips. I threw a cheesy pickup line at her and she thought I was funny. At least that's what she said, but let's fa
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