In Love with My Brother's Best Friend

Six

Eunice

After that, we kept our distance in front of everyone, acting like the heat from earlier had never existed.

But right before Paulo and I left, Denver slipped in close and pressed a piece of paper secretly into my palm.

“Text me the second you’re home, baby,” he murmured low against my ear as I swung onto the scooter.

I could only nod, pulse hammering, words stuck in my throat from pure thrill. I was desperate to get back.

When we pulled up, Mom launched straight into scolding us—mostly Kuya Paulo for drinking before riding. I barely heard a word. My head was already lost in him.

Denver.

I skipped dinner, claiming no appetite, and bolted to my room. The instant the lock clicked, I grabbed my phone and fired off that first message.

My chest tightened as his replies lit up the screen.

Home safe, baby?

My fingers shook as I typed.

Me: Yrs. In my room. Door locked.

His answer came almost instantly.

Denver: f**k. Exactly how I pictured you. Sprawled on that bed, cheeks still flushed from my mouth. Wish I was there to finish what we started.

Heat flooded straight between my legs. I bit my lip hard, thighs pressing together.

Me: I wish you were here too. Or I was in your bed instead. Door locked. You doing whatever you want to me.

I hit send before I could second-guess it, pulse racing at my own boldness.

Three dots appeared… then vanished… then my phone lit up with an incoming call.

His name on the screen stole my breath.

I answered on the second ring, voice already shaky. “Hello?”

“Jesus, Eunice,” he growled, low and rough, the sound sliding straight into my core. “You can’t say s**t like that and expect me to stay calm. You have no f*****g idea what you’re doing to me right now.”

My back arched off the bed without thinking, n*****s tight against my shirt. “It’s not a joke, Denver,” I whispered. “I meant it. I want you to be my first. I want you inside me.”

A harsh exhale crackled through the line—like he was fighting for control.

Silence stretched, thick and heavy.

Then, “What’s your schedule tomorrow?”

My heart slammed against my ribs. “Classes end at three.”

“Good.” His voice was pure gravel now. “I’ll be waiting. Three o’clock sharp. First corner outside the university wall. Black car. Back door.”

I swallowed, already aching at the thought. “I’ll be there.”

“Eunice…” He paused, tone shifting—still dark, but edged with something careful. “I’m giving you one last out. You can change your mind tomorrow. No hard feelings.”

“I don’t need an out,” I said, firmer than I felt. “I’ve waited years for this. I’m not backing down.”

He let out a low, filthy groan that made me squeeze my thighs together.

“We’ll see. Because once you’re in my room, baby, I’m not letting you leave until I’ve taken everything.”

I swallowed, mouth dry, core throbbing.

“I’m not leaving,” I said, voice steady even as my body trembled. “I want this. I’m choosing you.”

Sleep was impossible. I burned all night, counting the minutes.

Three o’clock finally arrived.

His black car waited exactly where he promised—tinted windows, engine humming low. I slid into the back seat before doubt could creep in.

Door slammed. He twisted around from the front, eyes devouring me.

“No gentleness today, baby,” he warned, voice raw as he peeled away from the curb.

I stayed silent, just buckled up, heat pooling hot and wet between my thighs, his promise sinking deep.

The ride was pure agony. His hand left the stick shift to clamp my bare thigh, fingers bruising, creeping higher at every stoplight until his thumb grazed the soaked fabric clinging to my p***y. I bit down hard on my lip to trap the moan.

We barely made it through his front door.

It banged shut and he was on me—hands rough at my waist, shoving me backward down the hall, mouth claiming mine in a bruising, desperate kiss. I gave it back just as fierce, nails raking his neck, legs locking around his hips as he hoisted me up.

He shouldered the bedroom door open and tossed me onto the mattress.

I bounced, blouse already gaping from frantic fingers in the car, skirt bunched high on my thighs.

Denver towered at the edge, chest rising fast, eyes pitch-black with raw hunger.

“f**k, Eunice,” he rasped, crawling over me, knees forcing my thighs wide. “You’ve been living rent-free in my head. Every dirty thing I’m about to do to you starts now.”

No hesitation.

His hands tore my blouse fully open, buttons scattering. One brutal tug and my bra snapped apart, breasts spilling free, n*****s tight and begging.

I arched sharply as his hot mouth latched onto one, sucking hard.

“Denver, f**k—” I cried out, fingers burying in his thick black hair, yanking him closer.

He devoured me—teeth scraping, tongue lashing—while his rough palm squeezed the other breast, rolling and pinching the n****e until sparks shot straight to my c**t.

“These perfect t**s were made for my mouth,” he growled against my skin, marking me with dark bruises as he moved to the other side. “Been dreaming about ruining them.”

His hand shoved my skirt down, dragging my drenched panties with it in one impatient yank. Cool air kissed my bare, dripping p***y; I whimpered and spread wider, shameless.

I needed him inside me now.

My shaking hands scrambled for his belt, frantic for that thick c**k I’d felt grinding against me last night.

“Denver, please, I can’t wait—” I whined, fumbling the zipper.

He laughed, filthy and low, batting my hands away. Jeans opened fast, shoved down just enough.

He closed my fingers around his length and pumped once.

I gasped, could barely wrap my hand around the hot, heavy length of him. Veins pulsed under silk-smooth skin, the fat head already slick and leaking.

He groaned deep as I stroked on instinct, thumb circling the wet tip.

“That’s it, baby,” he rasped, thrusting into my grip. “Feel how f*****g hard you get me. Every inch of this is yours tonight.”