Best Friend's Brother #3 (Best Friend's Brother Romance Series - Book #3) (6 page)

“That’s fine.”

He looked
relieved,
like he
was afraid I would be mad about the water. He grabbed me a glass of and filled
it with ice before he put the water in it and then grabbed himself a beer. We
took it all into the living room and sat on the couch with it. We started
eating and I said, “So when’s your next fight?”

“Next week,” he said. “I can’t believe you were
there the other night and you didn’t even say hello.”

“I was embarrassed by my behavior the last time I
saw you and not even sure if you’d want to see me or not.” I decided it was
best to be honest.

“Well, for future reference, I always want to see
you.”

It made me feel all warm inside when he said that.
“I saw your mom earlier.”

“You did?
Where?”

“I was out for a run so I stopped by. We had tea and
cookies. It seems her amazing son brought them by.”

He looked embarrassed but then he asked, “Did she
really say that?”

“I’m not sure I recall the exact words, but
something to that effect. She also said that you’ve been their rock and they
couldn’t have gotten through any of this without you.”

He had a weird look on his face and for a second I
was afraid I said the wrong thing. Then all of a sudden he said, “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For going to see her for one
thing.
Other than family…most of which
live out of town, hardly anyone goes over anymore.
It’s understandable.
People don’t know what to say and it’s so depressing over there. But I know
that she had to be so happy to see you.”

“She acted like she was. I told her I would go back
by soon. Maybe I can coax her out for lunch or something.”

“That would be great. She needs to get out. Thank
you.”

I laughed, “You don’t have to keep saying thank you.
I genuinely love your parents. I spent as much time with them growing up as I
did my own dad. I feel bad that it took me so long to go see her. I’ve been
really selfish.”

“Don’t say that. You were dealing with your own
grief. If anyone understands that, it’s my mom.”

“I guess,” I said. “It was harder when you and I
weren’t talking. I was more prone to lapsing into feeling sorry for myself.”

“Me too,” he said.

He looked sincere and I knew again that I wasn’t
alone.

I ate both pieces of my pizza and for some reason
that seemed to make Ian really happy. He kept saying he liked a woman who would
eat. After we put our dishes away he said, “You want to watch a movie or
something?”

“Sure.” He put on a video. It was one of the Fast
and Furious ones…twelve or a hundred, whatever number they’re
on
. It’s not my favorite movie but I wasn’t going to
complain. I was getting to spend time with Ian and Vin Diesel was in the movie.
It was a win/win. Ian reached over and put his arm around me while we were
watching it. It felt so comfortable and so right to be with him. I snuggled
down into him and let myself fantasize that I lived here with him. I wondered
what it would be like to wake up every morning in his arms. I pictured us
making our meals together and me fixing things up so it didn’t look like such a
man’s house. I could even see the color of the walls and the curtains I would
hang. I had all of these thoughts before I even realized it and caught myself.
We had barely started dating. And so far, I’d already called it quits on us
twice for stupid reasons. We weren’t even close to being ready to live together.
It was a fun fantasy though, so I guess
it’s
okay.
Anything fun these days, although abstract is a good thing.

“Hey Alexa?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.”

I giggled.
“For what now?”

“For being here.
You know how my mom said I’ve been their rock?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, you’ve been mine. I really don’t know how I
would have survived this without you.”

I turned my face towards his and said, “Me neither,
without you.”

He leaned in and kissed me softly…just a light brush
of his lips against mine, but it sent jolts of electricity down my spine. Once
again I thought about how right it felt to be here. He pulled me back so that
my upper back was against his chest and while we watched the movie, he brushed
his hand through my hair. I felt him lean his face into it and inhale and then
I think he kissed my head. I don’t know why, but for some reason that seemed
really intimate and I liked it a lot. After a few more minutes he said, “You want
to see something really cool?”

“Always,” I said. I felt him getting up and I wanted
to change my answer. I didn’t want him to go anywhere.

“I’ll be right back.” He went into his room and came
back out with a magazine. He sat back down next to me and I could see that it
was a UFC magazine with some big, burly guy on the front. He flipped it open to
a page that had been dog-eared and then laid it across my lap. He pointed to
the small article at the bottom of the page. It was one of those, “Up and
Coming” interviews where they only ask about five questions. The photo was of
Ian in his fight gear. It said,
“Interview
with MMA’s current star. Is Ian Michaels UFC’s future?”

“Wow, Ian! That is cool. I knew you were good. I
didn’t know you were a star.”

“I’m not sure how you missed it,” he said, “I shine
so brightly.”

I laughed, “That’s true. I’d have to be blind.” I
read the little interview. It asked him where he grew up and how he became
interested in fighting. There was a part in there where they asked him if he
was married, single or in a relationship, for all the female fans who lust
after him. It said single and I felt a tiny little tickle of jealousy. It was
quickly replaced with one of pride. I was here with him. Not them. Let them
lust.

“When did you do this?”

“It was about three months ago. I kind of forgot
about it with…everything going on. I wouldn’t have even known it came out if
they hadn’t emailed me.”

“Did you show your mom?”

“Nah, she doesn’t want to see stuff like this,
especially now.”

“What do you mean? She’s so proud of you. I bet she
would love this.”

“Did she say that…that she was proud of me?”

The poor thing really had no idea. He seemed so
confident on the outside, but things like that made me wonder. “Not exactly,
but I can see it all over her face when she talks about you.”

“She won’t watch me fight.”

“It’s hard, Ian. I don’t think I could watch one of
my kids do it. It’s hard for me to watch you sometimes.”

“But you come anyways.” I could tell it really
bothered him that his mom didn’t.

“Yes I do. I love it. I just get a little freaked
out when you’re getting hit. Does your dad come see you sometimes?”

“Not often. I guess it’s hard on them.”

“I’m sure. But I really think they’d like to see
this. The hard part is watching what you do.
Worrying about
you getting hurt.
I don’t think it stops them from being proud of you.”

“Maybe when they’re feeling better,” he said. It was
sad to me that he didn’t seem to know how much his parents thought of him. I
wasn’t just blowing smoke when I told him how proud his mom looked when she
talked about him. He had really stepped up for them after Emma died. I wasn’t
sure he knew how much that meant to them.

“I think definitely. You have to show them. This is
awesome.”

“I will then,” he said. He looked happy that. He
took it back out of my hand and set it aside and then he wrapped me up in his
arms again. This time he kissed me. I loved the feel of his full lips against
mine. I let my mouth fall open so he could slide his tongue in and I leaned
back into the couch and let him explore my mouth. He’s an amazing kisser. His
kisses are the stuff that dreams are made of and fantasies are born
from
.

I felt one of his hands in my hair again. It wasn’t
brushing softly anymore. He was wrapping his fingers up in it and tugging my
head back. When my neck was exposed he slid his mouth down and put his lips
there. He sucked his way across it, causing me to shiver with desire. I love
the way he touches me. The only problem with it ever is when he stops. He
stopped after a few minutes and pulled his head up to look at me with those
pretty blue eyes.

“I’m sorry,” he said in a breathless voice. “I’m not
letting you watch the movie.”

“What movie?” I asked him. He grinned and came back
in for another kiss. This time he lay back and pulled me so that I was lying up
on his chest. We kissed passionately and I could feel him getting hard underneath
me. I broke our kiss and found his neck. I let my tongue run across the
pulsating artery there and then I kissed my way across it, finally ending at the
side of it where it meets his shoulder. I lightly bit down on the flesh there
and I heard him moan. He lifted his hips slightly off the couch and rubbed his
erection up against me. We both moaned.

“Alexa?” he said in a breathless voice.

“Yes?”

“You know I didn’t call you over here just for this,
right?”

I couldn’t help but giggle. “Yeah, I know. But it’s
all I came for, this and the pizza.”

He laughed, “You are really my kind of girl.”

CHAPTER
TEN

ALEXA

“You want to go to my bedroom?” he whispered in a
husky voice. “Or do you want to be wild and adventurous and do it right here on
the couch?”

“Right here,” I said. He grinned at me and wrapped
his right hand back up in my hair. He held it there while he kissed me. His
hands soon traveled down to my hips and pulled me in tighter. He moved his lips
to my neck and began to kiss across it. I was dying to touch him so while he
did that, I ran my hands up underneath his shirt. He reached down and grabbed
it by the hem and pulled it off. He tossed it aside and said, “I didn’t want
you to be inhibited.”

“Thank you,” I said with a giggle. I put my hands
back on him. His skin was so warm and his body so hard and sexy. I was
surprised as I felt him pull me up into his lap. He leaned his head back into
the couch and I straddled him. He reached back as we kissed and slid his hands
underneath my skirt. He grabbed my ass through my panties and began to massage
and knead it while we kissed. After a while when we came up for air, he used
the hands on my ass to push me up so I was not straddling him right across
where his cock was pressing hard against the inside of his jeans. He reached
down and took hold of both my shirts at the same time, deftly pulling them over
my head and tossing them aside. Then he reached around and unhooked by bra and
as soon as it fell away, he buried his face in my breasts just rubbing it back
and forth across them.

“You’re so hot,” he said.

“It’s hot in here.”

He looked up at me and grinned.

“Are you hot baby?”

“Yeah,” I breathed out. He leaned forward and
reached behind me. I didn’t know what he was doing until he leaned back. He
opened his hand and showed me that he’d taken an ice cube out of my water
glass.

“Let me see if I can cool you off,” he said. He touched
the ice cube against my right nipple. It was a completely new sensation for me.
I loved it.

"How’s that baby?" he asked me as he
rubbed it across my excruciatingly hard nipple.

“
Mmm
!”
I said with a shiver. “Better.” I could feel a warm wet patch forming between
my legs as the ice dripped and slid a slow path down my chest to my belly.

He moved the ice over to my other nipple. That one
was already hard. It suddenly felt like it was going to burst.
“That better baby?
Are you cooling off?”

“Oh God, Ian.”
My breath was coming in short gasps now.
 

“What baby?” he said in that sexy voice. He reached
back again and got another cube of ice. He slipped it into his mouth and then
he took one of my nipples in with it. I grabbed the back of his head and pulled
him into me. Sensations like nothing I’d ever felt were shooting through my
body.

“Oh fuck! Ian! Oh!”

He sucked on that one for a while, making sure to
wrap his tongue with the ice cube on it around my nipple as he did. I was
bouncing my wet pussy up and down against him now, moaning. He moved over to
the other one and gave it the same treatment. The ice was melting fast and
water was dripping out of his mouth and sliding down the front of me.

He pulled his mouth off when the ice cube was gone
and said, “Cooler now?”

“No,” I said, barely able to breathe. “Hotter.”

He grinned and brought his lips up to kiss me. I put
my hands on his face and opened my mouth. His tongue was cold and it felt so
good against mine. After we kissed like that for a while, he closed his lips
around my tongue and sucked it into his mouth. While he sucked on my tongue, I
ran my hands down across his shoulders and down the well-defined muscles of his
back. When he let go of my tongue he let his mouth travel down, leaving kisses
across my face and my ear lobe until he made it to my neck. He had my tits
cupped in his hands and he was tweaking the nipples. There were so many
sensations at once. I felt like I was about to short-circuit.