Bad For You: (An Older Brother's Best Friend Romance) Read Online Free PDF Page A

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and reach into my bag for an ibuprofen. I have a headache, a hangover from
hell, and regret is my middle name.
    “Oh please, you two have been beating around
the fuck me bush for years now. I mean, the guy stops what he’s doing
whenever you call him. He likes you. He may be too pussy to admit it, but he
does.” She bounces off my bed and gets back into hers. “And FYI, I’m totally
jealous. I wish you didn’t call dibs on him first.”
    That’s one thing Macy has never done. She’s
never tried to sleep with Bracken because she knows my feelings for him. He’s
the only guy I’ve ever really crushed on.
    “Simon is going to freak out.” My stomach churns
at the thought of what his reaction will be. He’ll be pissed, and I’m not sure
if he’ll ever forgive Bracken … or me for causing him to lose his best friend.
    “That’s why you’re not going to tell him.
You’re going to keep your mouth shut and so is Bracken.”
    “But what if he finds out? He’ll be even more
pissed that we kept it from him.”
    “God, your brother doesn’t have to know every
single damn detail of your life, Nautica. You’re an adult. It’s not like he
took your virginity or anything.”
    I nod in agreement. “What if Bracken feels
guilty and tells him?”
    A long, slow breath runs from her lips. “He’s
not that fucking stupid. He won’t risk your brother hating him. You two giving
each other the business one drunken night is a story that’ll never be told
again. Keep your mouth shut. He won’t say anything. I won’t say anything. All will
be good in the world.”
    “I hope you’re right.”   
    “I’m always right.” She grabs her eye mask
and pulls it over her head. “Now, let’s get some sleep. I’m sore as hell and
feel like shit.”
    I make myself comfortable and close my eyes,
but sleep doesn’t come to me. What does, though, is my imagination running
wild. All I can think about is how amazing Bracken’s hands felt against my
skin, and how skilled he was with his tongue.
    When I finally get to sleep, I dream about
last night happening again.
    Houston, we have a problem.

chapter four
     
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    “Off limits, huh?” Jasper asks. A shit-eating grin is smeared
across his face when I walk into the kitchen barefoot and sleepy-eyed. He snags
a box of cereal from the top of the fridge. “I didn’t know you were exempt from
that rule.”  
    “I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking
about,” I reply, sitting down at the table.
    My head is blasting against my skull with
fear. I’m going to lose my best friend – all because I couldn’t keep my
dick in my pants and out of his little sister.
    I heard Nautica sneaking out this morning,
but I faked being asleep, which makes me a fucking pussy. I couldn’t face her.
I wanted to beg her to stay. We needed to talk about it, but I didn’t know what
to say. I was too chicken-shit. I fucked up, and I fucked up bad. Ten minutes
after she left, I pulled myself out of bed and noticed she forgot her dress
during her walk of shame.
    I slept with my best friend’s little sister.
In my defense, she’s not so little anymore. She’s grown. The way she rode my
cock last night and moaned my name further proves my argument. Simon is going
to kick my ass when he finds out. He’s trusted me around her for years and I’ve
betrayed him.
    Sure, we’d been drinking, but I can’t get
away with that excuse. I wasn’t that drunk. I should’ve slowed down. I should’ve
made her slow down, but she looked so damn sexy. Every time I saw another guy
eye-fucking her, my hands itched to be on her skin more. I couldn’t keep them
to myself any longer. I couldn’t keep denying myself the one thing I wanted
more than anything.
    “I don’t know what I’m talking about?” Jasper
asks, mockingly. “Your headboard was banging against the wall like we were having
an earthquake or some shit. There’s no mistaking what was going on in there.” The
grin