My Best Friend’s Brother

Chapter 9 Molly/Chris/Molly



I’m going to kill Julie. She said she was sure he wouldn’t arrive until the next day. At this very moment, Chris is standing there, looking at me shamelessly as I stand almost naked in front of him.

I want to get out of here, but I know he would make a big joke. No, he would, he will, and it just makes me regret even more that I didn’t dress appropriately to get down here.

He looks me up and down, and I try to hide what I can with my hands, but I don’t get the desired result.

Chris starts to take off the white linen shirt he is wearing while looking at me in a way that I have never seen before, with desire, I think. I don’t think I’ve ever been so embarrassed in my life.

As he takes off his shirt, I get lost in my thoughts because that abdomen is just fantastic. I concentrate there for a while, he notices what I am doing, and I want to disappear again.

He laughs, then takes the shirt and offers it to me.

I don’t understand what he wants, and he says:

“Here! For you to cover yourself.”

I don’t make a move yet, trying to understand what he wants with all this. He is never pleasant to me like that. He goes on and on:

“I would give you up, but at the moment, I can’t. There are parts of my body that have a mind of their own.”

He looks down, and I understand what he means. My face is burning now for some reason. I take the shirt from his hands and tie it around my waist to cover myself and say:

“Thank you!”

I say even though I know he didn’t do that because he is a gentleman.

He smiles, satisfied, still looking at me because it didn’t make much difference that I put the shirt on. Much of my body is still showing.

It paralyzes me here. Because if I go up the stairs before Chris, he will stare at my ass, and I don’t want that. After a while, he comes toward me.

“May I?”

He asks as he approaches the refrigerator door.

I do my best not to lower my eyes and examine a part of his body that he mentioned a few minutes earlier.

I don’t understand why there is all this tension in the room. It’s not like we’ve never been alone before. The problem is that the level of clothing on the body has never been this low.

I turn away and move closer to the sink. I’m not going to give my hormones any more reason to get excited like they shouldn’t.

He opens the fridge, gets a juice, and comes toward me again. Damn it, and he’s getting closer and closer with that damn smile that leaves that beautiful dimple.

I take a deep breath as he comes closer and inches from my face. What does he want?

… Chris…

I swear that for a moment, she stared at me as I took off my shirt, and I love knowing that she also likes to stare at me.

She doesn’t like it when she knows that it turns me on, her standing there with almost no clothes on. But I don’t believe it’s my fault, and it’s her fault for being so hot here in front of me.

And I love to see her nervous like that. She takes the shirt from my hands and ties it around her waist, it doesn’t make much difference, and I knew it wouldn’t, but she thanks me.

After a while, I realized that she was not going to come up to the bedroom while I was there. It’s a shame because I wanted to see that ass with almost no clothes on, as I wanted to so badly when I saw her on the stairs with Julie that hour.

I like to know that she will wait for me to come up first because I can make it long and enjoy her a little more.

I go to the fridge to get some juice, and as soon as I have the pitcher in my hands, I realize I need a glass.

She is leaning against the sink, right where the cabinet is over her head and where Julie keeps her glasses. I swear the universe is conspiring in my favor today.

I walk over to her and stand very close to her face. I can’t stop smiling because I can see my effect on her body.

I also mentally thank her idiotic fiancé for not showing up often, leaving her feeling all flushed like this.

I look down at her T-shirt, and she turns even redder but says nothing.

She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. Damn it, and she runs her tongue over her lips. I swear I want to kiss her now.

… Molly….

I keep thinking of random things while he inches from my face.

I close my eyes because maybe I won’t be wishing so hard for him to come closer. After all, that is so wrong.

I wish Colin hadn’t stayed away so long because my body is desperately asking to be held right now.

And knowing how he looked when he saw me before, I swear it makes me want to push my body against his.

I swear I don’t recognize myself.

And I keep thinking about how much I would do now if Colin were here because if I don’t think about him now, I’m going to want Chris even more, the guy standing that is here in front of me.

I open my eyes, and he is still there, looking at my mouth with that damn smile.

He closes his eyes for a moment and takes a deep breath. I think he is also feeling the same way I am.

He slowly walks away from me, holding the damn glass he went over there to get.

I take a deep breath. I’m not funny right now.

I walk away from him.

I don’t care if he looks at my ass or not as I walk up the stairs.

I have to get back up to the room soon, otherwise, I’m going to do something I’ll regret very much tomorrow.

I am still here doing my best to make sure that this simple gesture of picking up the glass from the cupboard above her takes longer than necessary and doesn’t look like I want it to take longer.

Molly is not making it any easier, not keeping still and seeming to want to come towards me.

She still has her eyes closed, and I can lower my eyes to her body and then look back to those lips.

She opens her eyes and looks at me.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath.

I can’t do this to her, and I would only be cheating on her boyfriend. I know he’s no good, but I don’t want her to feel bad afterward.

I promised myself that I would not bring her into my world. A world where I only use women for my pleasure and fun, and I’m not going to do that with her.

The problem is that even though I don’t want to do it, my body practically begs me to do it.Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

But I can’t give her more than an evening or a few nights of fun and pleasure, and I know Molly is not the kind of girl who would settle for that.

She turns away from me. I’m thankful that she did. Because I don’t think I could.

She walks up the stairs. I don’t look.

I stand there half confused.

Since when do I care what she feels?


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