The WRONG Brother (Love You Forever #1) - Alexis Winter Page 0,41
not, and I don’t exactly know what we’re doing yet. This is all so new. I don’t want to jinx anything. Plus, how would Preston react to the news that his older brother is screwing his best friend—the one who just confessed her love for him? I think it’s best to keep this a secret for now.
When I finish up with work, I go home to take a shower and prepare for our movie night. I shave my legs, put on a touch of makeup, and blow-dry my hair. I put on a cute pair of pajama shorts—the kind that leaves the bottom of my booty hanging out slightly—and pair them with a tight white spaghetti strap top, sans bra. I’m reaching for a bottle of wine when the doorbell rings.
“It’s open!” I call out as I grab a wine glass.
I hear it open and turn around expecting to see Calvin, but I’m surprised to see Preston instead. His eyes grow wide when he sees what I’m wearing.
I jump behind the island, trying to hide myself. “What are you doing here?” I ask in a panic.
He laughs. “You said to come in. What if I’d been the cable guy?”
“You were supposed to be who I’m waiting on right now.”
“Oh, trying to get me out of your system by banging some other dude, huh?” He offers up a grin.
I force a smile. “Something like that. Now, if you don’t need anything, I’m going to have to ask you to leave. I already have plans as you can see.”
He laughs and nods. “Yeah, okay, just make sure he wraps it up well.”
I shake my head as I walk out from behind the island and grab his bicep to lead him to the door. He thinks it’s hilarious. “Damn, Pipes, you’re looking good. Sure you don’t want me to warm you up for him? I mean, I’ll take one for the team if you know what I mean.”
He’s only joking, but it’s annoying me, because I want him out before Calvin gets here. I don’t know what it is we’re doing yet, but I know I don’t want anyone to know about it.
I open the door, ready to push Preston through it, but freeze when Calvin is on the other side. His icy eyes look me up and down with a smirk.
“Hey, man,” Preston says, slapping him on the shoulder, “she’s about to get laid, so you can’t stay. She’s already kicking me out.”
I push him through the door.
Calvin smirks. “I won’t stay long,” he tells Preston. “But there is something we need to talk about,” he adds on, looking at me.
I roll my eyes and open the door wider. “Better make it quick.”
Preston laughs as he makes his way to his car. Calvin steps inside and the moment the door’s shut, I find myself pressed against it. His mouth is on mine and my legs are wrapped around his waist. His hands are on my ass, caressing the soft skin my shorts don’t cover.
“Is this how you normally dress for dinner and a movie?” he asks, assaulting my lips.
I offer up a flirty smile. “I figured I’d want to be comfy for a night on the couch. You like?”
“I love,” he agrees, moving his mouth back to mine. His lips move from mine down to my neck and upper chest. Finally, he takes a deep breath and pulls away. “The food should be here any minute and I’d rather not answer the door with an erection.”
I giggle. “Good thinking. The poor delivery boy would probably think you’re hiding a weapon in there to rob him.”
He rolls his eyes as he sets me on my feet. “Very funny.”
Even though I’m standing, I don’t release my arms from around his neck. “I guess I could answer the door . . . that way, we could keep doing this,” I say, letting one hand glide down his chest toward his pants, where he catches my hand.
“If you think I’m letting another man see you like this, you’re crazy. It’s bad enough my brother got a look at you.” He reaches up and traces the outline of my nipple through my shirt. It hardens immediately.
I snort. “Preston saw the whole package long ago.”
“My brother’s seen you naked? Remind me to punch him for that later,” he says around a smile.
I open my mouth to say something, but someone knocks on the door.
“Go get the wine, and I’ll grab the food,” Calvin says, watching me walk away.