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

look at me. “What else do I have to do to make you see that I want this.” I bring my hand over to her belly. “I want where this relationship is headed—a home to share with you, a kid to raise, hell I might even put a ring on your finger.” My smile widens as her eyebrows lift. Yeah, I’ve got plans to marry this woman.

“I want a home with you. It’s why I wanted to move to Madrid. To be with you, not necessarily to perfect my Spanish. Where you go, I go. I was thinking about it early this morning. Everton sounds perfect. Easton is there, we know some of the people, and our son will be raised in a nurturing and strong environment. Let’s do it.”

“Just like that?”

I nod, smirking. “Yeah, just like that. It suits us if you think about it. We fell into bed one crazy night because it felt right at the moment, and now this feels right. Besides, it’ll be kinda fun to rub our relationship in Easton’s face.” I wink.

Ally shoves my chest playfully. “You’re terrible. You say that now that you guys are okay, but you wouldn’t have been saying that a few months ago.”

“You’re right. I didn’t want to lose my best friend and the woman I love. If he told you to leave me alone, you might’ve.”

Her face grows serious, a slight pinch to her eyebrows. “Cam,” she cups my face. Shaking her head, she says, “Easton could’ve told me to drop you off in a burning building, and I would’ve made a U-turn and kept you safe. It’s not just about me. It’s about our son now, and I want him to know his dad. Even if this wouldn’t have happened between us.” She moves her free hand between us, motioning to our relationship.

“You sure?” I can’t help the question from escaping me.

“Positive.” She leans forward and brushes her lips with mine. “Oh.”

“What happened?” I’m on high alert.

“Your soccer player kid just kicked my bladder. Be back.” I let out a belly laugh as she ungracefully jumps off the bed and waddles to the bathroom, sighing as she makes it right on time.

I sit up and lean back against the headboard, rubbing my face. Life is changing fast, and I’m excited and scared at the same time. I question if I’ll be a good father, know how to support Ally when she needs it. One look at her, though, and I want to give three-thousand percent of my effort to be everything she needs.

I watch Allyson as she walks to my side of the bed in one of my t-shirts and her cotton underwear. I scoot over when she sits on the side.

“I want to visit my mom today.”

“I’ll take you.”

“Are you sure? Don’t you have work to do?”

“Nah,” I shake my head. “I can catch up later. I don’t have anything pressing, and it can all be done from home when we get back. Does she know you’re here?” I wonder what Charlene’s reaction would be to seeing her daughter Stateside.

Ally shakes her head. “Only Easton and Noel knew. Berkeley’s going to be pissed.” She giggles before adding, “Noel had flown to Spain and helped me pack and fly over.”

“I could’ve done that,” I offer quickly. “Well, technically, I could’ve for like three days as I wait for the rest of my days to open up with this rollover bullshit.”

“I’m here now, though.” Her warm hands hold my cheeks.

“Yes, you are.” I kiss her softly. “Go shower so we can see your mom. Will she be at home or in class?”

“Um, it’s Saturday…” Her words trail off as her eyebrows dip. Ally chuckles as it dawns on me that it’s the weekend. With talk about work and her surprise visit, I’ve lost track of the days of the week.

“You know what then? Screw work, it can wait ’til Monday. I’ve got my girl here for good, and we’re going to celebrate.”

“Yeah? How?” She arches a brow.

“First, we shower together.” I jump off the bed and grab her, lifting her, so her legs wrap around me. Ally squeals as she holds my shoulders.

“Giddy up,” I gallop. “My first lesson.” I wink.

Ally laughs, tossing her head back. “I’m pretty sure I’m riding you.”

“Kiwi,” I growl, rubbing myself against her core. This gets me a loud moan from her full lips as I set her feet on the floor. I throw the shirt she’s wearing on the floor and hook my fingers into her underwear, tearing them down her legs.

I take a step back to admire the beauty in front of me. Ally’s curves lure me in like a moth to a flame. This pregnancy has only made her more beautiful, accentuating her body in ways that drive me crazy.

Her hands are on me, lifting my shirt off my body and then sneaking into my pajama bottoms. I hiss when her palm wraps around my dick, and my legs almost give out when she begins to stroke my length. I’ll never tire of her touch, her gorgeous eyes, or her infectious laugh. I want her in my life for the rest of forever.

My hands gently caress her skin, palming her breasts and reaching for her pussy. Ally whimpers when I rub her clit, her lips fusing to mine in a desperate kiss.

“Shower,” I murmur against her mouth, but I bring my hand to the nape of her neck, holding her to me as we remain where we are.

“Fuck, Kiwi…” I draw out as she continues to stroke my length with determination. I grip the sink behind me to keep myself steady. “I’m going to come in my PJs like a fourteen-year-old boy if you don’t stop.”

“Come for me,” is all she says as her lips find mine again, and take control of the kiss.

Damn, and I do. I come for her in my pants as if I have no self-control. When it comes to her, I don’t. I’m wild