Captain Ben Monroe has a butt made for touching,
And a panty-dropping smile.
He’s also my best friend’s younger brother.
And the worst mistake of my life.
Or maybe the best.
It’s hard to tell.
He was a blight on my childhood.
A thorn in my side.
I haven"t seen him in years,
And now he needs a place to stay.
What I didn"t expect was to find him naked in my kitchen
And he"s all grown up.
But sisters before misters,
I wasn"t supposed to look, let alone touch.
Soldier boy is hot and hilarious best friend"s younger brother romance, full of snark, banter, dirty talk, and smexy-times galore!Books by Author:Donna Alam Books
"I"m getting all the fucking I can take right now." Bent over, fingers wrapped around my ankles, dry and without lube, I don"t add even though the statement feels warranted.
"Vibrators," Mel announces, "while they have their place, don"t count."
"No, you misunderstand." Most probably purposely. "What I mean to say is no one could fuck me over as well as my life is doing right now."
"I know you"re having a tough time," my friend answers in a sympathetic tone, "and you"re working more hours than seems humanly possible, but a night out could be fun. Remember that dirty four-letter word" And if it culminated in a little delicious revenge sex, well, all the better!" As usual, Melody misses the point by a mile. "Come on, Nell. After a couple of Bloody Marys, your cooch would be singing a different song, I promise!"
"Vaginas don"t sing," I reply, swapping the phone to my left ear. As an obstetrician, I feel qualified to say that categorically. "However, if you find yours ever does, please let me know, and I"ll book you a place in a talent show."
"Oh my God, could you imagine the look on the judges" faces"" Mel snorts inelegantly, and I find myself shaking my head, willing the tiredness or maybe just this ridiculous conversation away.
"Strangely, I can"t. The same as I can"t imagine myself ever having a one-night stand. It"s just not me," I reply with a shrug she can"t see. "Besides, I don"t think I"m ready." I blow out a breath, long and hard. I mean, I should be ready. I"ve been single two months now. That"s two months following nine years of dating the same man and being engaged to him for one. "You know what I"ve realised"" I ask, not waiting for her response. "Since the age of seventeen, I"ve had a boyfriend. I"ve never been without a man or a boy in my life."
"Well, you and Liam were childhood sweethearts."
"Exactly. And now I"m a woman"a woman who"s never lived by herself. A woman who"s never made decisions just because, just to suit herself."
"A woman who"s currently working a hundred hours a week to pay the mortgage her prick of an ex lumbered her with on a house that"s crumbling around her ears."
"It"s not that bad."
"A woman who needs to cut loose and have some fun," she continues, speaking louder as though to drown me out. "To show that complete knob that she"s over him. Unless, of course, she"s waiting for him to come back."
"Ha, funny," I retort without an ounce of humour. "You know the night he left, he told me he needed to find himself" Well, I didn"t realise he"d be doing it vaginally because the way I hear it, he"s had his fingers in more pussy than I have lately"and I"ve worked a lot of hours and seen a lot of hoo-ha." I feel like I"m a junior doctor again.
"That"s because he"s a Grade A loser."
"You won"t hear me arguing. The fact is, the only thing I"m waiting for is the suitcase of cash he owes me for keeping this place from the clutches of the bank. I would even give him the cat."
My eyes slide left to the malevolent ball of fur lying at the other end of the sofa. I never wanted a cat. I"m not really a fan of pets, at least not since Mel"s horrible brother flushed my goldfish, Swim Shady, down the toilet when I was twelve. I mourned and vowed never to get attached again. Shame I didn"t adopt that same approach with men.
"You"re sure that"s all you want from him""
"Yes. I"d prefer to do the exchange by courier so I wouldn"t have to offend my eyes by looking at him, but yes, definitely." The silence between us seems loaded with her doubt. "I don"t love him, Mel. Not anymore. And I don"t need a man."
"None of us need them. Want them occasionally" Yes. Sometimes even just for the night . . ."
"And some of us not even for then. Come on, can you really see me leaving a bar with a stranger""
"I"d bloody well like to," she retorts.
"I"ve never had a one-night stand!"
"And I"ve never shagged David Gandy, but I would."
"Mel, please." Give up already.
"Look, what I"m saying is there"s a first time for everything."
"But I"ve only ever had sex with Liam before," I answer quietly.
"Penelope, darling," she begins, suddenly serious. "This is, I believe, what you Americans call a come to Jesus moment. Liam left you, so unless you"re planning on living in a cave for the rest of your life""
"That"s a hermit, not celibate."
"Have you ever seen a hermit you"d like to shag" No" There you go, then. As I was saying, unless you"re planning on celibacy, you will be, at the very least, doubling your numbers of sexual partners at some point. Regardless, come on, babe! I haven"t seen you in ages."