Never Marry Your Brother's Best Friend (Never Say Never, #1)

“Some people happen to like that.”


I grab her foot from beneath her leg, pulling it into the air, and Luna falls back to the arm of the couch. “Wha—”

I shut her up by sucking her big toe into my mouth. I’ve never done this before, but I have to admit . . . it’s sexy as fuck.

“Think about it. Think about us. Think about the deal and the art exhibition.” I nibble the flesh of her toe and remind her, “Think about how good we were together.”

I’m not talking about at dinner or with Elena, and we both know it. I’ve also been thinking non-stop about what happened between Luna and me—how amazing it was and then how it ended. I was shocked and didn’t handle it well, and I would love a chance to improve on the experience. Not that I’m complaining, but Luna deserves more.

And fuck, I want to be the one to give it to her. I’ve been feeling a bit Neanderthal about it being me. I’m not proud of it, but there’s something about being the one who she let see her in that most vulnerable moment that’s special. I’m fucking hard just thinking about it.

“Have you used those toys you told me about since?” I ask as I push her sweats up and kiss her calf, keeping my eyes on hers.

She bites her bottom lip, not answering, but it’s answer enough.

“Where are they?”

“My nightstand,” she says quietly as I lick behind her knee. That’s as far as I can go with her in these pants, and I want more.

I stand and pull her into my arms, carrying her bridal style to the bedroom down the hall.

She is my bride. Or she’s going to be.

I gently lay her down on her bed and follow, arranging myself beside her so I can keep my hands on her . . . all over her as I caress and knead her calves, her thighs, her hips, and up to her breasts.

“Carter, we should be talking about how to come clean, not . . . this.” She’s arguing, but the words are moaned and her eyes have fluttered shut.

“We should fuck now and talk later,” I suggest against the sensitive skin of her neck. “You want this, Luna. You want me. No sense in arguing, your body’s giving you away.” With my hands under her shirt, I pluck her breasts through her bra and she arches into my touch.

“It’s a biological reaction,” she says. “It’d happen for anyone.”

“You think so? What we did, what we’re doing now . . . you think it’s like this for everyone?” I’ve pushed her bra up, letting her full breasts free, and I lick her peaked nipple, moaning against her delicious flesh.

She cries out, grabbing my head and holding me to her for more. As if I have any plan to stop.

I’m not lying or telling her sweet nothings to get her to let me fuck her again. Luna might not realize how special what we did was, but I do. Sex that good is a once in lifetime experience. I think that’s part of why I was so upset that she didn’t tell me about her virginity. I felt like I’d pushed her too far, too fast, or maybe gone too hard on her.

But finally, I realized that sweet, innocent Luna Starr might just be my match. And no matter how dangerous that is, it’s a rare gift I won’t waste.

I pull her shirt over her head, and she helps get her bra off while I move down to her sweats, teasing them over her hips as I lay kisses to her belly. “I want to see you. I want to touch and taste every inch of you, find every spot that drives you wild and tease it until you’re begging me to fill you.”

“Uh-huh.” Though it’s an easy agreement, it’s hard won and I know it.

As I get her pants down, I realize . . . “You don’t have on any underwear?” I look up her body to see her smiling at me. “You little teasing slut, there was only one thin layer between me and heaven this whole time?”

I throw her leg over me so that I’m centered between her legs and lay a long lick over her seam, tasting the juices pouring from her pussy. I keep licking as I tell her, “You left your panties on my table when you left. Did you realize that?” She moans, her fingers sliding into my hair and scratching my scalp as she grips my head. “I jacked off with them, remembering this tight pussy clamping down on me and how beautiful you looked as you came for me.”

“Oh!” she shouts as I slide two fingers into her slippery core.

“You like that image, Luna? You driving me so fucking crazy that I milked myself with your silky panties wrapped around my cock?”

“Show me.”

“Good girl, I want you to tell me what you want.” I’m praising her as I already move to do her bidding, standing to pull my shirt over my head and shove my shoes off so I can kick out of my pants. I want skin to skin this time, all of Luna and all of me.

On the bed, she’s rolled to her side, looking at me through hazy eyes that drop to my cock as I take myself in hand with long, slow strokes. A bead of precum leaks at the top, covering my hand, and Luna licks her lips hungrily.

“Tell me what you want, baby. You wanna suck me?”

In answer, Luna sits up so that she’s on the edge of the bed, her legs on either side of mine. I thrust into my hand, showing her up-close what I want to do to her. As my cock peeks out of my fist, she sticks her tongue out a tiny bit, lapping at the precum like a hungry kitten. I grip her head, holding her still. “Stick your tongue out.” She does so, and I rub myself over her pink tongue, tip to throat, slow and easy, teasing us both.

She swallows reflexively, trying to take me deeper. “Take my mouth,” she whimpers.

I give her what she wants, fucking her face slow and deep as I watch her closely. She moves a hand to her glasses, and I freeze, holding her at the base of my cock. She looks up at me, her eyes watering behind the lenses, and I remind her, “Glasses on. I want you to see what you do to me, how fucking crazy you make me, Luna.”

She nods, her nose burying in my trimmed hair, and only then do I release her. I expect her to need a second—to catch her breath or maybe decide if that was too much—but she doesn’t lose contact with my cock, immediately finding a rhythm and pace that brings me to the edge faster than she should be able to.

She takes me in and out of the wet heat of her mouth, slurping on me obscenely. She wraps one hand around my base to work in tandem with her mouth, and then the other hand disappears between her legs. She begins to moan, the vibrations driving me crazy, but not nearly as sexy as the idea that sucking on my cock has Luna so turned on that she needs to touch herself.

I lean back, giving her more of my cock, but mostly so that I can watch her touch herself. When her hips start bucking, I warn, “Don’t come. Not yet. I’ll make it worth it.”

She pouts, a sound deep in her throat working over my cock, but she moves her hand away from her pussy. I reach down for it and bring her fingers to my mouth, sucking the cream from them with a groan. She’s so delicious that I’m instantly on edge and have to pull my cock from her mouth.