Trouble with the Fake Boyfriend (Rock Bottom #3) - Holly Renee

Brooke

Two Months Earlier

Why did weddings make you so damn emotional and/or horny?

Every wedding I had ever been to, I was either ready to fall in love with someone or I was ready to fall into bed with them. Neither one of those things was a good idea, but it didn’t matter. No matter how much I pep talked myself before, those same damn feelings hit me like a ton of bricks every time.

And this time?

It was the worst idea possible.

Because for some damn reason, the only person I could see was the man standing across from me.

I was the maid of honor. He was the best man.

I was her best friend, and he was his.

And we lived right next door to each other.

Liam Gentry was gorgeous. Was it weird to call a man gorgeous? Probably, but I didn’t care. There was no other way to describe him. Especially today when he was dressed like that. His hair was so dark it was almost black, but somehow still had a golden hue to it that seemed impossible, and it was always pushed back out of his face perfectly. The black suit he wore did nothing to deter me or my libido.

But none of that was what made my stomach tighten when he looked up from his feet to look at me.

It was that fucking smile.

It was perfect of course, everything on him was, but it was the way he used it as a weapon that fucked with my head.

He could turn it on and off without a second thought, and just as soon as you thought you were getting something real from him, he could slide that smile right back into place and make you think you imagined anything that came before it.

This was why I stayed away from Liam Gentry.

Men like him were trouble. I knew that firsthand, and I had no interest in getting my heart broken by him. Not that he ever would.

When Tucker and Liam first moved into the apartment next to us, I had to tell my vagina to calm down as soon as I saw him.

Surely you’ve heard of love at first sight, but this wasn’t that. This was pure lust.

Nothing more and definitely nothing less.

But he shut that crap down before I could even put on my matching bra and panties and make a move.

He wasn’t interested in getting involved with “a girl like me.” Whatever the hell that meant. I didn’t want to marry the guy. I just wanted to see what his penis felt like on my insides.

But maybe he was right.

Being friends with him seemed like a lot smarter decision.

But none of those rational thoughts were helping my irrational lust and the way this damn wedding seemed to push them all back as I stared over at him.

I looked out across the crowd as our best friends recited their vows to each other. Surely, there had to be someone else here that I could use to take the edge off with to get Liam out of my head.

Because it had been a while.

A good long while and that apparently was a huge mistake.

Colossal.

Because Liam never looked as good as he did today, and I was having to have a silent discussion with my vagina about how she couldn’t have him.

I looked through Tucker’s other friends. Jase was hot as hell. I knew from the moment I saw him that he would be hot, dirty sex, but I also knew the moment I saw Sophie look at him that he was completely off limits.

There was also Ryan, but I barely knew the guy. And even though I was self-aware enough to know how bad a decision it was to sleep with a guy I barely knew at my best friend’s wedding, I was also aware that a guy I barely knew was a better decision than Liam.

Ryan was good looking. He was more than good looking actually. His blond hair hung in his face in a way that made your fingers itch to slowly push it back, and I had no doubt it was intentional. Ryan always had a killer tan and shit-eating grin, and I would bet good money that he was a stellar lay.

He looked fun, playful, and nothing like his friend that stood beside him with a chip on his shoulder that he tried not to let anyone see.

Everyone started cheering around me, and I pulled my gaze away from Ryan to whistle for my best friends as they kissed.