Page 48 of My Brother’s Best Friend

His eyes went wide. “Really?”

“I’m sorry. I know that’s probably not the most attractive thing. I understand if that changes your mind.”

“The only thing that’s going to change my mind,” he said, “is if you keep apologizing.”

I flushed. “Sorry.”

“Frankly, I think it’s kind of hot that I get to be the person who introduces you to—well, to whatever you’re in the mood for.” His smile was wicked. “Did you have anything in particular in mind?”

A thrill ran through me. I felt as ruffled as the meadow outside.

“Anything,” I whispered. Jordan made me reverent. “Anything with you would be perfect. If you don’t mind teaching me.”

“I can’t think of anything I’d rather do.” He tapped his chin. “Now, let’s see. You already let me suck you off. I’d be more than happy to do that again. I was kind of rushing things back there—more concerned with convincing you I was serious than savoring the experience like I wanted to.”

“What if I wanted to do you?” I asked. “Would that be okay?”

“To suck me off? Or to fuck me?” He smiled slyly. “The answer to either is yes. I’m just curious what you meant by do.”

“Oh.” I blinked. “I meant could I suck you off, but…”

“But the other one could be good too?” he finished for me.

“Whatever you want to do,” I told him. “If you don’t usually bottom, I could do that, too.” I paused, then decided I might as well come out with it. “I’d kind of like to try everything. Maybe not tonight, but eventually. Not that I’m saying it has to be with you, or assuming you’d want to—that is, I’m not saying this has to be more than a one-night thing, I would never presume that—”

“Cam, what part of I like you do you not understand?” Jordan laughed. “Go ahead and try to make this a one-night thing, and see how that goes.”

“Really?”

“Really. Good luck getting rid of me.”

He pulled me down into a hard kiss, and we stumbled together into the bedroom, shedding clothes as we went. We landed on my bed in nothing but underwear, Jordan on top of me. I liked the feeling of his weight on my chest.

“This is it, by the way,” I said. “The bedroom.”

“It’s beautiful,” he said, but he didn’t take his eyes off me. He stroked a hand down my chest until he reached the waistband of my boxers. He snapped it lightly. “Can I see what’s under here?”

“I wasn’t aware that seeing underneath my clothes was part of the bedroom tour.” My hands traced down his back. His skin was so soft.

“Well, you’re in the bedroom. And so are your clothes. I’d say that counts.”

“Maybe on a technicality.”

“How about this—I’ll show you mine if you show me yours?”

Now that was a proposition I could get behind. I did want to see Jordan. Wanted to see all of him. So even though this was the first time I’d been naked in front of anyone in—God, I didn’t even want to think about how long—I tugged his boxer-briefs down, and let him pull my boxers off too.

He was perfect. His cock was long and thin, rising from a soft thatch of brown hair. His hips were made for my hands. I wanted to touch him everywhere. To taste him. But when he pulled back to study me, I couldn’t help flinching.

“Don’t,” I said.

“Don’t what?”

“Just—come here.” I pulled him down so our bodies were pressed together. I was still wider and taller than him, but I felt less exposed this way.

Jordan’s brow furrowed. “What did I do?”

“Nothing.” I shook my head, feeling stupid.