Page 70 of Secret Baby for My Brother's Best Friends

"No," I grin wickedly. "Then again, I didn't ask for yours either."

She blushes and tries to hide it by sipping her juice, but I keep going.

"I find good things happen when I don't ask for names."

She mutters something under her breath, and I raise an eyebrow.

"If you just called me a whore, I'll have you know, I resemble that remark."

She laughs, and it's a lovely sound flowing over my ears. I love hearing her like this, so light and breezy.

I savor the sound and stare at her until she's done.

She stares at me, too, and clears her throat, drinking the rest of her juice.

"So," I say, trying to remind myself. "You and Sam....how's that going..."

"What do you mean?

"Are you two dating?"

She shakes her head. "No. We decided it would be better for us to be friends."

"You decided?'

"He agreed."

I don't think he did, but Sam can be sneaky like that. Probably thinking of another way to infiltrate her defense systems.

He'll win her over eventually.

I could see the affection in her eyes when she looked at him, the gentle amusement she had even after he proposed to her.

That doesn't always happen.

Most women are either put off by him or intrigued by him, but I don't think I've ever seen any of them extend that warmth and understanding toward him, and I think that's something that he craves.

I should be happy that he's found it with her. That eventually, when she's over her reservations, they'll make a nice, beautiful couple, and she'll probably marry him, and they'll have a nice picket fence.

Maybe have another kid or two.

And I'll just be Uncle Jake, who visits now and then and who was a part of their past.

I wonder if...

I wonder if he'll ever let me touch her again.

I wonder if I'll ever get to taste those luscious lips, if I'll ever get to touch her soft skin, and run my lips down her neck. I wonder if I'll ever dive into her pussy, lapping up her cream as she moans and flows down my throat.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

Is it my imagination, or is she breathless? Her face is slightly flushed, her lids lowering. And her eyes flick down to my lips.

"You know why," I tell her, and my voice comes out in a strained whisper. Her breath catches in her throat.

This is the part where she tells me to back off. To leave. That she doesn't want anything to do with me. But none of those words are coming out of her mouth.

Instead, she leans forward. It's so slight, almost imperceptible, but it's there regardless.