“Aubrey,” he mutters as I turn back around and plant my arse on his groin. Pushing my hair over the shoulder furthest from his face, I lean back on his chest.
“You still doubt me?”
I ask again. After a few beats without a response, I slowly grind my arse in small circles. His hands grip the widest parts of my hips and gently squeeze. He groans loudly, and I know I’ve won, but I’m far from done. I want to hear him say it.
Placing my hand on top of his, I move it to my stomach for him to feel my soft flesh. His other grips my hip tighter and continues to get tighter as I push the one I have trapped beneath mine further up my body until we reach the clasp of my bra nestled between my cleavage.
“Still doubt me, Drew?” I whisper huskily. He exhales so hard, I feel his breath on my cheek. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t turned on, but feeling him growing beneath my still grinding arse has me pushing further than I initially intended. I honestly figured once I sat on his lap, he’d give in, but no, of course not. Not Drew.
When he fails to answer, I move to unclip the clasp, but his hand swiftly moves from beneath mine to on top, firmly holding me in place.
“What’s the game here, Aubrey?” he gasps, and I turn my head to meet his searching stare.
“I’ll answer your question when you answer mine.”
“I see where you’re going with this, Aubs. You want me to admit I’m turned on?” Yes.
“You want to see how far you can push me.” Yes.
Knowing he’s trying to corner me and win yet again, I repeat my question. “Still doubt me?”
“You want me, Aubrey?”
“No.” Yes.
“Are you lying?”
“No.” Yes.
“Are you wet?”
“No.” Yes.
“I bet you want me to pull out my dick and slip inside your wet pussy, don’t you?”
“No.” Yes.
“I never doubted you for one second, Aubs,” he whispers, rubbing his thumb over my lower lip. I close my eyes, a sigh escaping me. “You wanted to know if I was turned on?”
“Yes.” For the love of all things holy, yes. I’ve been waiting to hear this forever.
“All I’ve thought of since you got back is how fucking sexy you are. How much I’d love to dive face first into your pussy, or how badly I wanted you to come on my face and my dick. I want everything with you, Aubs.”
I could die happy. I’ve never felt the pull I feel with Drew with anyone else. Nate was a close second, but I could never bring myself to want him the way I’ve always wanted Drew.
“So why not take it?” I urge him. “It’s right here, Drew. Literally right in your lap.”
“If you weren’t my best mate’s little sister, who I swore not to touch, I’d already have you bent over this couch screaming my name,” he mutters.
And that’s all I need to hear. It really is Max, and there’s no coming between those guys. They’re the pure definition of ride or die, and no woman, no matter how much she loves one of them, will ever break that bond. Not even me.
Embarrassed, I jump off his lap, grab my shirt and quickly walk down the hall to the guest room. No matter what I do, I’m never going to not be Aubrey Rosewood. I’m forever Max Rosewood’s little sister, and I can’t compete with true, honest-to-God friendship.
He’s never going to see the person I am or think of me in any other way. Not as long as Max is around. I hate myself for even thinking that, but it’s the truth.
The sooner I let go of Drew, the better off I will be.
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