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Brother’s Best Friend for Christmas
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He was my first. My everything. My brother’s best friend.
Now years later, he’s back for Christmas as my brother’s friend and business partner.
It’ll be just one more night.
Now that Santa’s making my wish come true,
***This is a full length novel with a happily ever after, no cliffhanger, no cheating, and plenty of steam.
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“Told you this place was jumping,” Luke said.
“Dude, you weren’t kidding. Look at all the hot women in this place,” I said.
The music was thumping, and the women were grinding their hips against one another on the dance floor. My best friend, Tyler, and I were heading to Los Angeles. in the morning to look at potential spots for growing our food delivery business. Also, to meet his pretentious parents, but who gave a shit about that? LA had some of the finest clubs with some of the hottest women on the planet, and I was ready to expand into an area where I could broaden my pool of possibilities.
But, I needed to have myself a little reminder of home to take with me into the abyss of a new city.
“Want a drink?” Luke asked.
“You asking me on a date?”
“Fuck you, man. Tomorrow’s going to be a long day, and we’ve got some fuckin’ work ahead of us. You getting drunk or not?” he asked.
“Yeah. I’ll take a Long Island Iced Tea,” I said.
“Who the fuck said I was getting the drinks?” Luke asked.
“Because you asked me if I wanted a damn drink.”
“You better be glad you’re good at this business shit, man. Because you’re a dick,” he said.
“You know you envy every part of me. It’s why you keep me around,” I said.
Luke went off to get drinks, and I went back to surveying the club. There was a woman in this tight red dress with her tits mashed up to her face and her ass practically falling out of the piece of fabric she was passing off as clothing. The bright pink drink in her hand and the way her hips were swaying told me she was looking to mingle in a very serious way.
“Already got your eye on someone?” Luke asked returning with the drinks.
“I need to get it in tonight if we’re going to meet your parents,” I said.
“You still harpin’ on that?” he asked.
“I still don’t get why I need to meet your parents. And this sister of yours? What’s her name?”
“Amber,” he said. “And you don’t have to meet them, but I want you to.”
“Well, if they’re anything like you, they won’t be anything like me,” I said.
“No one’s like you, Tyler. It’s why you’re full of it,” he said, smirking.
“Someone in here’s about to be full of it in a second,” I said.
“The chick in the red dress?” he asked.
“You see her, too?”
“Who the fuck couldn’t? Look at that rack,” he said.
“I know, right. Ten bucks says they’re real,” I said.
“Not tits like those. You’re on,” he said.
I sucked down my drink before I made my way toward her. I had the deadly combination women couldn’t resist: tan skin, brooding brown eyes, and dark hair. I was tall, I was muscular from being outside all the time, and women couldn’t stand to be away from me. I had the body that allowed me to be picky about the women I slept with, and tonight I had my eye on the prize.
I wanted my dick between those luscious red lips of hers, and that’s exactly what I was going to get.
I scooted behind that thick ass of hers. My hand dipped to her waist, and she tossed her hair around, smacking me in the face with it before her eyes landed on me. Just like so many other women before her, the protective fire in her eyes simmered down to a lustful bedroom stare. The hips she was so willing to pull away from me only seconds ago found their way back into the palms of my hands, and her back leaned into my chest just as I leaned my nose into her hair.
She smelled of apples, alcohol, and sinful delight, and I knew I was in the moment she started grinding her hips deep into mine.
Luke kept telling me to stay away from his sister, Amber, but I was in no mood to fuck anyone who looked like him. Not only that, I wasn’t in the mood to fuck anyone named Amber.
Not since college, at least.
That’s where I met Luke. In college when I started their business program. He was the only guy I’d ever met that could keep up with my partying, meet me shot for shot, and still stay on top of his thirst for developing his own business. Our food delivery business was something we spitballed one night when we were drunk, so every time we took a step forward, we always celebrated like we did in college.
In a club, surrounded by beautiful women, with drinks in our hands.
The woman in my arms turned around and pressed those glorious tits against my body. She bit down on her lower lip, drawing it in between her teeth, and my cock roared to life at the mere sight of it. I slipped my leg between hers, feeling her grind her thin panties down onto the top of my thigh, and I smirked when I felt the growing wet spot soak the fabric of my pants.