Page 50 of My Brother’s Best Friend

“Yesterday? At the bar, when I kissed you?” Jordan arched an eyebrow. “If you haven’t figured it out by now, that wasn’t a joke. That was me being unable to stop myself.”

“I kissed you back,” I said. “You didn’t do anything I didn’t want.”

“I groped you, and you jumped back.”

“I jumped back because I was afraid you’d feel how hard I was,” I laughed.

“And yet here we are,” he said, stroking my cock.

“Here we are.” My cheeks were on fire, but I couldn’t stop smiling.

“I guess if we’re doing the whole spilling our secrets thing,” Jordan said, “I should probably also admit that there’s another reason I ran away this afternoon.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. I have no fucking clue how to fix a dripping sink. Or do anything with plumbing, for that matter.”

My brow knitted. “But you said—at the bar yesterday, you said they’d called you there for a plumbing issue.”

“No, I said I was wearing waders because I was helping Levi with a plumbing issue. Which was true, but I wasn’t doing anything complicated. Just helping him mop up, and I lost track of time, and ran down without changing when I realized how late I was. You were the one who assumed the bar had called me for help. Which doesn’t even make sense, really. Why would a bar call a non-professional who doesn’t even live on the island to help them fix their plumbing?”

He had a point, now that I thought about it. “Why didn’t you correct me?” I asked.

“Because what was I supposed to say? No, I’m actually here because I’m very late for a dick-sucking appointment? You caught me coming out of the bathrooms because there’s a glory hole in there, and the waders are just a fashion statement?”

“Oh God,” I said, laughing. “Now I feel even worse about this afternoon, pressuring you to fix their sink.”

“It wasn’t all bad,” Jordan said. “I didn’t hate the parts where you were draped on top of me, even if I did make a fool of myself. I just wish I’d been able to help. Was it complicated?”

“What, their sink?” I shook my head. “No, the O-ring had just worn out. Once I got my hands on a new one, it was an easy fix.”

“Interesting.” Jordan snickered.

“Oh? What’s so interesting about that?”

“Just wondering if you’d like to get your hands on my O-ring. Or any other parts of your body. On it. In it. Pounding through it.”

I snorted. “Pounding through isn’t typically the kind of thing you do with an O-ring.”

“Maybe not with yours. But mine’s extra tight, Cam. I think it could use a little wearing out, to be honest.” He grinned. “Now, do you have any lube, or are we going to have to get creative?”

“No, I have some.” My stomach flipped over. “I bought some condoms too. The day we first agreed to meet up.”

My hands were shaking as I grabbed a condom and bottle of lube from the little crate I kept under my bed, but Jordan took them from me gently and ghosted a kiss across my lips.

“Here,” he said. “Let me show you.”

I could scarcely breathe as he slid out from under me and spread his legs apart, bringing a lubed finger to his hole. He let out the sweetest little whimper as he pushed it inside. I expected him to close his eyes, but he didn’t—he looked right at me instead. My cock throbbed.

“Will you help me?” he whispered, handing the bottle back to me.

As if I could deny him anything. I slicked up a finger and brought it to his entrance as he slid his out and began stroking his cock.

“Just push it in,” he said. “I need to feel you inside me.”

Hearing that sent another bolt of electricity through me, and I wondered which one of us was leaking more precum right now. Slowly, I slid my finger inside. He was hot and tight, his eyes locked onto mine, pleading for more.

I couldn’t stop myself—I slid down the mattress and brought my mouth to his cock. I needed more too. More of him. Jordan’s hand fell to his stomach as I took the head of his cock into my mouth, sucking it in time with my finger thrusting in and out of him.