Deal Makers (Dealing with Love 3)

The fourth is that a bro should always have another bro’s back. This one covers several possible scenarios: If someone throws a punch at your bro, you jump into the fight. If your buddy is about to score but he finds himself sans prophylactics, you offer the rubber from your wallet. If you find out his girl has been cheating, you break the bad news to him, then take him to a strip club to get drunk. I’ve made my point with this one, yeah?

Moving on...

Last, but certainly not least, is that if your bro has a sister, she’s completely off-limits. It doesn’t matter how fucking hot she is, or how strongly she’s coming on to you. She’s OFF-FUCKING-LIMITS.

If you would’ve asked me a few months ago if I’d ever be tempted to break the code, I would’ve told you that I’d rather be kicked in the nuts every day for the rest of my life. But now? Well, now...I’m not so sure. What’s changed, you ask? The most enticing woman I’ve ever met walked into my life, that’s what. She’s pure sass, fire, and beauty and as an added bonus, she’s a fucking incredible cook. You know that saying that all a man needs to be happy is good food and sex? Well, truer words have never been spoken, my friend. Two of my favorite things in the entire world are eating and fucking. What can I say? Dudes are pretty simple and I’m no exception to that. We can survive with very little, but those two are non-negotiable in my book.

You’re probably wondering where I’m going with this, because this goddess sounds like the perfect chick, right? Well, I think she just might be...if she wasn’t chained to a giant cockblocker. The cockblocker in question being her brother, Brody. Why does he matter, you ask? See the abovementioned rule about not banging a bro’s sister. Brody is not only my friend...he’s my best friend. My main amigo. The other pea in my pod. I’d do anything for that fucker and he’d say the same about me.

So, here’s the thing: Brody and I have known each other for almost ten years. We see each other at least three times per week, yet I’ve only recently met his sister, and it was purely a coincidence that we happened to be in the same place at the same time. You can bet your tits that Brody kept her away from me all these years on purpose. And in case it’s not obvious, that’s because he would rather have his dick cut off than see me dating his sister. Trust me; he’s made that fact clearer than a glass dildo. Let’s just say that my dating history is a bit...colorful, and he’s borne witness to some pretty crazy shit.

As if the situation wasn’t complicated enough, Charlee—that’s her name—has now become a regular fixture in my life. I went almost a decade without ever meeting her, and now I see her all the fucking time, and it’s indirectly Brody’s fault. He and his girlfriend, Rainey, officially became an item about six months ago. They’ve known each other for years so once they finally hooked up, they went from zero to sixty practically overnight, moving in together right away. Somewhere in there, Rainey met Charlee and the two have been thick as thieves ever since. On top of that, Rainey is my sister’s best friend which by default, makes Charlee my sister’s friend. And my sister, Devyn, and I are tight. We’ve always been, but after our parents died, it was even more so. Needless to say, pretending Charlee doesn’t exist is impossible at this point.

Speaking of Devyn...she recently got engaged and I’m currently attending her engagement party at a fancy restaurant. Guess who’s also here? Yep, none other than the star of my filthy dreams, Charlotte, AKA Charlee Harris. I’ve been half hard for the past two hours and trust me when I tell you that monkey suits are not all that forgiving when you’re built like I am. At six-foot-five and two-hundred-and-forty pounds of mostly muscle, squeezing into this damn thing was hard enough. Adding a boner to the mix is just asking for trouble but my dick hasn’t gotten the memo. It doesn’t help that Charlee is wearing a sexy black dress that pushes her tits up and hugs her tight little body. Oh yeah, and she’s been eye-fucking me the entire time that we’ve been here, causing all the dirty thoughts to flash through my mind. Let’s just say that Charlee’s made it quite obvious that she wouldn’t mind taking a ride on the Drew train.

All. Night. Long.

Fuck, there goes my dick again. Down boy.

Like I said earlier...Royally. Epically. Fucked.

CHAPTER THREE

CHARLEE

Drew Summers in a t-shirt and jeans is a beautiful thing, but Drew Summers in a suit? Downright sinful. I’ve been shamelessly flirting with him all night and consequently, he’s been finding reasons to move farther and farther away from me. I can’t figure him out; I know he feels the attraction between us. It’s kind of hard—pun intended—for a guy that big to completely hide the boner he’s always sporting around me, no matter how subtle he attempts to be. But despite this, he freaks anytime I get physically close to him. Between you and me, I’ve made a game out of it—the more he avoids me, the more I intentionally fuck with him. Like right now, as I play with the little gold chain on my neck, my fingertips perilously close to my cleavage. Like a moth to a flame, his eyes automatically trace the motion. After lingering for a few seconds, his guilty eyes flicker to mine so I lick my lips and smirk in response. I can’t be certain from across the room, but I’m pretty sure he just groaned.

“Knock it the fuck off, Charlotte,” growls my brother, Brody, as he sidles up next to me.

I side-eye him. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“Quit flirting with Drew.”

I scoff. “I can flirt with whomever I want, B. Don’t forget who’s the older sibling in this relationship.”

“I don’t give a shit. There’s no way in hell I?

??m going to stand by like a little bitch and watch you hook up with one of my friends. First Riley, now Drew? I swear to God you do this just to fuck with me.”

Now I roll my eyes. He’s referring to the one time years ago that I kissed his friend after a few too many beers. Coincidentally, we’re celebrating that same friend’s engagement tonight. Despite the fact that Riley could easily be a successful model, we have zero chemistry. Kissing him was about as hot as I’d imagine smooching my brother would be. I shudder at the thought.

“Newsflash: My sex life has nothing to do with you. If I want to pursue Drew, I will.”

Brody glares at me. “He’s a dog.”

“He’s your best friend,” I remind him.

“Exactly.” He crosses his arms over his chest. “Which means I know him better than anyone. He’s not a commitment kind of guy.”

“Who said I’m looking for a commitment? Maybe I just want to fuck.”

Okay, so maybe I am screwing with little bro here, too. He makes it too easy sometimes.

“Quit being an asshole,” he gripes. “You’re wasting your time anyway. He’d never do that to me.”

I quirk an eyebrow. “Is that a challenge?”

Brody’s nostrils flare and his knuckles clench. “I swear to Christ, if you—”