Not Just Friends (Brookfield) Read Online Free PDF

her knees and pleasure that man? And had the author
really gone into such detail? Wow, women were kinkier than he thought!
    Connor
set the book Alyssa had loaned him aside, needing a break and a cold shower.
Scenes like that didn’t happen in the books he usually read. He wondered…if
Alyssa was reading books like that, she must get turned on, and since she lived
alone, that only meant one thing.
    He
groaned as his erection grew. The thought of her pleasuring herself was going
to throw him over. His hands ached to touch himself.
    Fifteen
minutes later Connor returned to his living room after a shower to help soothe
his needs. He couldn’t believe how turned on he’d gotten from a book and images
of Alyssa in his head. He wasn’t sure he could finish the novel without going
to her and having his way. Take things slow…did she know what she was doing to
him, giving him a book like this?
    Porn
was visual, but this was detailed. He picked up his cell phone and sent her a
message.
    I’m
going to lose this bet. I don’t think I can finish the book.
    He
sat down on the couch and waited for her response.
    Aw,
how come? –A
    He
grinned and couldn’t believe what he was about to type.
    It’s
too graphic for me.
    You’re
kidding, right? – A
    Man,
he wished he was. No. He imagined she was sitting at her house laughing
at him, but he didn’t care. Looks like dinner will be on me again.
    No,
it’s okay. You tried, so I’ll still treat you. – A
    Connor
shook his head. There was no way he was going to let her pay for dinner. But
for now he’d let her think he was.
    * * * *
    It
was Friday and once again Alyssa stood in front of her mirror. Only this time
she was already dressed in a pair of jeans and a light pink sweater. Underneath,
she wore her sexy panties, feeling silly for it.
    Connor
had been very active in her life all week. She hadn’t seen him, but he texted
her daily. She did her best not to get her hopes up, but it was hard. She was
feeling a little less rejected by him. But the talk between them never went
toward a relationship. It was friendly. Right now they had something in common:
books. And that was it. They didn’t talk about much else. And there was no
going bet for dinner after this week. Which meant next Friday night, they
probably wouldn’t be dining together.
    Alyssa
wasn’t going to let it bother her. Tonight would be fun. And as long as she
kept her feelings for him suppressed, she wasn’t going to get hurt.
    She
left her room and Zoe was on her heels, like usual. The cat rubbed its body against
her and meowed at her. Alyssa rolled her eyes and picked up her pet, placing her
on a pink fleece blanket left upon the couch. The cat was satisfied with that
and began kneading her paws in the blanket before burrowing herself in its
folds.
    Alyssa
gathered her purse and decided to wait outside for Connor. As she stepped off
the last stair, she noticed a familiar red sedan parked there. Connor drove a
black Mercedes. She walked closer to the car and covered her mouth when the
driver turned to look at her.
    Matt. What was he doing there?
    The
door to the sedan opened and Matt climbed out. He still looked as handsome as
ever. He had light blond hair and blue eyes. He was more muscular than the last
time she’d seem him. But then a painful memory flashed through her mind. He’d
been kissing her sister.
    “Alyssa,”
he said.
    “What
are you doing here?” she asked, still not believing her eyes.
    “I
came to see you and apologize.”
    She
shook her head. “It’s over. The past is the past, after all.”
    “I
realize the mistake I made and I want to make things right.”
    What?
Was he here to get her back? The nerve! “Are you wanting to get my forgiveness
or something? Because you can have it. Like I said, it happened over a year
ago. I’ve gotten over it by now.”
    Matt
closed the space between them. “I’m happy about that. But I want more. I want us again. I’ve been thinking a lot about