Page 95 of Secret Baby for My Brother's Best Friends

Mostly, I get distracted by his hands brushing my waist and positioning me.

I wipe out every single time I'm supposed to mount.

He laughs, his eyes twinkle. "You're terrible at this."

"Yeah, well, you're only good at it because you've had time to practice." When he demonstrated the move, he made it look so easy. "Let me guess, you're a surfer boy."

"Yup. Originally from Cali."

"Did you move here for college?"

"Kinda. Also moved here because California has a few more people than I like."

I don't know what that means.

"Let's go one more time," he says. "Remember to push up to your feet first, then stand. It's not hard."

"Easy for you to say," I mutter, but this time, I actually almost get it. I'm shaken on the ascent, but I manage to stand for a whole two seconds before the wave knocks me off my feet.

I'm sputtering, and Jake is laughing as he fishes me out. I'm laughing too, though I'm pretty sure some of the salt water got in my nostrils.

That's until something in the distance catches my attention.

I'm not sure, but the broadness of the back and the dark hair remind me of my brother.

My heart stops there. Shit.

Not again. He can't see me with Jake. He would lose his mind, and I'd have to explain to him...

God, I can't. I just can't.

Without thinking, I jump on Jake, falling against him as I shove him to the ground.

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JAKE

My body immediately comes alive when she jumps on me, cock hardening. Who am I kidding? I was already hard as rock watching her ass jiggle on that surfboard. Her body is insane in that bikini, and every time she moved, my cock jumped and wept in response. So many times, I had to grit my teeth to keep my hands from wandering, to keep from dragging her to a quiet corner and just ravishing her.

Right now, with my back on the sand, the cold water rushing against my back, that's all I can think of.

"Okay," she breathes, turning to me. "Maybe I was mista–"

I don't let her finish the sentence, dragging her lips to mine.

The clearing of the throat doesn't pull me away. I don't think there's a force on Earth strong enough to pull me away from her right now.

She's just so fucking sweet. Her soft lips and her tongue taste like the coffee she had on the way here, and the seawater, some of which she probably drank in her wipeouts.

I kiss her as tenderly as I can manage, running my hands through her hair, savoring the way her body shivers against mine. She feels so perfect, tastes so perfect, and being with her today has been so... terrifyingly perfect.

I've been in a bad mood all week for reasons I can't put my finger on. I was skirting the edge of doing something stupid and picking a fight with Adam or Sam for no reason.

But seeing her drove all of that away.

In this moment, as our tongues tangle and our hearts beat as one, things couldn't be more right in the world.

Until the bastard clears his throat again and she starts pulling away from me.