All Chapters of My Best Friend's Brother : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

~Aaron~Dragging her panties down her legs, I dove in, hunger driving me like I’d been deprived of her for far too long. My teeth grazed her skin, my tongue explored her, and I couldn’t get enough. It felt like I’d been parched for days and had finally found the purest, sweetest water. She tasted like heaven—intoxicating, addictive.Her body writhed on the bed, hips bucking wildly, forcing me to place a firm hand on her stomach to hold her still. Her heels pressed into my back, the sharp points biting into my skin, and I knew I’d have marks there tomorrow. A reminder I wouldn’t mind.“You taste like you were made for me,” I murmured against her, my tongue flicking against her swollen clit, teasing her. She moaned, and it sent a shiver down my spine, my cock straining harder against my pants.“Who do you belong to?” I asked, my voice low, rough, as I lifted my head to look at her. I pushed a finger inside her, feeling her warmth and tightness envelop me instantly. Her mouth fell open,

~Joan~He just continued eating his food like I hadn't said anything important. Thinking about it now, I was convinced Aaron had OCD.Rhoda had once mentioned Aaron had problems sleeping, and I wondered how he coped. Was he really okay? Did he just push through the exhaustion, or was there something deeper he didn’t want to talk about?My heart tugged on its strings, and I dropped my fork, placing my hands on the island.“Aaron?” I called, and he glanced up at me. I shifted in the stool, feeling quite uncomfortable because of what I asked.I know we weren't the best of friends, hell, Aaron and I could never be best friends. We were just fuck buddies, but still I wanted to know.“Yeah, I do have a minor OCD. But it's nothing,” he said casually, and I swallowed, unsure how to respond. Wow.That explained his constant need for control, his insistence that everything and everyone stay in order. Including Rhoda and I“Aaron…” I started softly as I inched a little bit closer.“Don't feel so

~Joan~A few days had passed since I spent an extra day at Aaron's house, waiting for the storm to pass. Once it was over, I returned home, trying to move on with life as if nothing had happened—pretending I hadn’t received a text that had almost wrecked me completely.Aaron hadn’t said much about the text either. He never brought it up, only occasionally asking if I’d received another one from whoever sent it. The answer was always no.I hadn’t received anything else since, and I couldn’t help but wonder why someone would send a message like that, then vanish without a trace.Now, sitting cross-legged on my couch with my laptop in front of me, I tried to focus on my writing. My book was coming along, and I felt like I’d reached a decent pace.The sound of the door opening brought me back to reality. Indie walked in, balancing a bag of groceries in her arms, her skeptical gaze locking onto me.“Hi,” I said with a small smile, brushing a stray strand of hair behind my ear.She gave a

~Joan~My heart thudded in my chest as I perched on the edge of his desk. Aaron raised a brow at me, his hands sliding up my thighs to part my legs, muttering something I couldn’t quite hear under his breath.The pencil skirt I’d worn didn’t make it easy for him, but somehow, he still managed to bunch it up to my thighs until my panties were fully exposed. The cool air hit my skin, making me shiver as heat spread through my body like a slow burn.I planted my hands firmly on the desk to steady myself, my eyes flickering toward the door. My tongue darted out to wet my lips nervously.“Aaron, I don’t think we should do this. Anyone could walk in,” I muttered, my voice quiet. He didn’t look fazed, his hooded eyes meeting mine as his hand slid beneath my skirt and shifted my panties to the side.“No one walks into my office without permission,” he said, his tone calm and assured. “And just so you feel better, the door’s locked.” My lips parted slightly as his fingers traced over my entran

~Joan~“What the hell? He actually said that?” I asked, watching Rhoda shrug as she popped a strawberry into her mouth.“You get it, right? Told him to fuck off,” she said. Even though I was a little annoyed, I couldn’t help but smile.I trusted Rhoda to handle Aaron, at least on the phone if not in person. There was no way her birthday party would happen without me being there—Aaron knew that. And yet, what did he do? He asked her to blacklist me. Unbelievable. Especially when I thought Aaron and I were finally getting along.“So, what do we do?” I asked, folding my legs underneath me on the couch. Rhoda had stopped by right after my shift, and I could tell she planned to stay the night. Honestly, I was glad. I’d missed my best friend more than I cared to admit.“I don’t know. Use a club?” she muttered, then looked up at me. Our eyes locked, and a silent conversation passed between us before we both burst out laughing.“No way,” I said, shaking my head. “Not after what happened in Sp