The Right Kind of Wrong: A Brother's Best Friend Romance by Fabiola Francisco (open ebook .TXT) 📗

both creating hot friction that spikes throughout my body, causing goosebumps. I moan and tense, Camden whispering and growling.

“I’m going to fuck you until sunrise when I see you again.” His dirty talk gets to me as I close my eyes and envision him over me, thrusting into me hard and fast. My core begins to contract around my fingers as my orgasm washes over me at the same time that I hear Camden hiss and curse. He groans, and I know he’s losing himself in his own pleasure. I move my hand with determination, amplifying my orgasm as my body tenses and jolts, my moans loud and breathing heavy.

“Shit…” Camden draws out. “I can’t wait until you’re in my arms for real. This helps, but damn it if it doesn’t make me want you even more.”

“I know what you mean.” I stand and make my way to the bathroom to clean up. “Any idea of when you might make it back?” I risk the question I’m afraid of knowing the answer to.

“I’m almost done fixing Jim’s problem and have a couple more meetings with clients. I hope to fly out by the end of next week.”

“Okay.” I sigh in relief, holding on to the hope that I’ll see him soon.

chapter 21

Camden

These past weeks in Richmond have been stressful. As much as I want to prove to Allyson that we could make this work, it’s not. There are only so many phone calls and phone sex we can have before one of us snaps and calls it quits before we actually get a chance to see where we could go together.

I’ve never been one to believe in fate or destiny, but I am starting to believe that there is a reason Allyson landed on my bed that night. Even more so since she got pregnant. If there is some hokey purpose, then surely it means we will find a way to make it work despite living in different countries.

All I know is that I want to be back with her, take care of her. I’ve become a man possessed, lured by a woman’s touch, smile, and eyes. She’s all around me.

I twirl my beer bottle on the bar top before taking a pull from it.

“Sorry I’m late.”

I spin on my stool when I hear Easton’s voice.

“No problem.” I nod with pursed lips. He stands awkwardly before taking a seat next to me. Easton’s been like a brother to me. Facing him now, both of us unsure of how to act around each other, makes my chest clench.

“How’s Everton?” I try to break the awkwardness.

“Cold as fuck already.”

“I bet. You want a beer?” I lift my bottle.

“A scotch, actually.”

“Ouch.” I cringe. “Maybe I need to up to liquor, too, if this is going to hurt.”

Easton stares ahead, with his hands clasped together on the bar and his jaw ticking. No trace of humor to break the tension.

Once he has his scotch and I swap my beer for a vodka tonic, he turns to look at me with hard eyes.

“I’ve been trying to figure out what to say since I found out you knocked up my little sister.” I flinch at his harsh tone and choice of words. He’s right, though. I knocked her up.

“Listen, Easton…” I trail off when he lifts a hand to stop me.

“I know she’s an adult, and she’s got free will, and all that bullshit Faith told me, but she’s still my sister. She’ll always be the little girl I’ll want to protect—from a wild horse or a guy.” He eyes me over the rim of his glass as he takes a drink of the amber liquid.

“I don’t know if you realize the severity of this situation. You aren’t playing house with a woman and have the choice to walk away when you get bored. If you decide to be in that child’s life from the beginning, you better fucking stay ’til you take your last breath. It’s not the kid’s fault his or her parents conceived him some drunken night.”

“Hold up,” I interrupt him. “It wasn’t exactly a drunken night. Look, it happened. Yes, we had a few drinks, but we were damn well aware of what we were doing. I’d never, for a second, have taken her to my room if I thought she had no idea what she was doing. I wouldn’t have taken advantage of her, or any other women, but especially not your sister.”

My jaw clenches, and fist tightens around the cool glass. I take a sip in hopes the vodka will calm me.

“Fuck, yeah, I’ve never exactly been the kinda guy to stick around with the same woman for the long haul, but I’m determined to be the best father to this kid.” I hold Easton’s stare, not backing down.

“How exactly will that work since you live here and Ally lives in Spain?” When he arches his eyebrow, I want to knock his glass out of his hand. Fucking childish, but if he’s going to treat me as such…

“We’re working through that. We don’t have everything set in stone, and any plan we make will need adjustments once the time comes, but I ain’t walking away from this kid.” I shake my head.

“And what about my sister?” He drinks his scotch with a smug expression.

“This is all backward. Maybe if things hadn’t happened the way they did, I wouldn’t have looked her way. Not because she isn’t beautiful, but because she is your sister. I respect that, and I respect our friendship despite what you may believe at the moment. But I did look her way. I saw her, I felt what it could be like to be with her, and I never knew such heaven existed. I never realized how good it’d feel to have it all, and now that I’ve had a taste of it, I’m going to fight ’til my death to live each day in that sort of paradise.”

I take a deep breath, stabilizing