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Best Friend’s Sister

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R.R. Banks

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“Watch my sister and keep her safe.”
The brute and the novelist.
How incompatible can we be?
I can’t believe my big brother asked that caveman to watch over me.
The craziest part?
He’s a billionaire with his own football team.
Shouldn’t he have better ways to spend his time?
I for one would rather not spend my days fighting with that jerk!
But when the lines get blurred and our fights turn into burning desire.
How much longer can I keep him at bay?
When he tells me, I’ve changed him and made him a better man.
It takes everything in me not to stay by his side.
But his bad boy reputation doesn’t exactly make him an ideal family man.
With his baby on the way, I’m left wondering…
Can I really make this work with my brother’s best friend?”

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Thirteen Years Ago…

“Here’s to us,” Peter calls out to the crowd. “Blackford University, Class of 2006!”

We all raise our shot glasses, cheering wildly, then drink them down. The tequila burns as it slides down my throat, making me grimace. You’d think after four years of training, I’d be a pro by now – and yet, tequila still manages to kick my ass. Every damn time.

The music is pumping so loud and hard, I can feel the thumping in the floor beneath our feet. The pictures sway on the walls and the beer in our red cups vibrates like that fuckin’ T-Rex scene in Jurassic Park.

I have no idea whose house this is, but between the loud music, even louder screaming voices, and assorted people passed out in the front yard as well as the street, I bet the neighbors are pissed. I’m actually surprised the cops haven’t been called yet.

Peter throws his arm around my shoulder and squeezes me tight, making me nearly spill my beer. I laugh and push him away.

“Four years in this place,” he grins. “Can you believe it? Can you believe we’re all done with this shit?”

I shake my head. “I thought it would never end, man.”

“That makes two of us, brother,” Peter says.

“Hey, Amber!” Peter calls.

Amber Sutter – the stereotypical busty blonde cheerleader, and a recent conquest of mine – looks over at us. When she sees me standing there with Peter, her face darkens, and her expression goes from a warm smile to looking like she’d just smelled rotting meat.

She turns away quickly, obviously sickened by the sight of me. Yeah, things didn’t end very well between us. That’s fine, though. There’s plenty more like her where she came from. There is definitely no shortage of girls who will raise their skirts for a young, rich, good looking guy – a pretty good description of me, I’d say. Besides, I’d never promised her anything. If Amber ever thought there was some implied relationship between us just because I screwed her, that’s on her. Not me.

Peter cackles and slaps me on the back. “Doesn’t seem like you’re getting into her panties again anytime soon.”

I shrug. “I could hit it again if I wanted to, brother.”

“Sure you could,” he replies, obviously skeptical.

I grin at him. “Care to put your money where your mouth is?”

“Hundred bucks says she doesn’t let you sniff her panties, let alone take them off again.”

“Make it interesting,” I say. “Make it five hundred.”

“You’re on,” he laughs. “Might as well pay me now though. She hates you, man.”

I arch my eyebrow at him. “Better ask your folks for some money because you’re gonna owe me, and I don’t take IOU’s, Peter.”

He laughs like it’s the funniest thing he’s ever heard in his life, and then like a two-year-old with an attention disorder, Peter wanders off. He does that a lot when he’s drunk – which means, he wanders off all the damn time. I finish my beer, grab another one, and walk out to the back patio. It’s chaos out here. People are running around, laughing, and screaming. Given how many people are screwing in that pool, it’s going to need a hell of a lot of chlorine.

Now that we’re officially graduates, everyone is really cutting loose. This is just crazy.

I walk past the pool, find a quiet spot – quiet being a relative term, of course – and sit down. I sip my beer as I look up at the sliver of moon hanging high in the sky overhead. I’m a graduate. It’s a thought – a reality – I’m still having trouble grasping.

There was a time I didn’t think I would ever finish out my degree. I know I wasn’t the best student ever and didn’t take my education as seriously as I should have. Or at least, as seriously as my father thought I should. I just found it totally dry and boring as hell. I just wanted to have some fun.

It wasn’t until my senior year, when I was teetering on the verge of being kicked out of school because of my poor academic record, and my dad threatened to cut me off financially, that I woke up and started taking my education seriously.

Mostly seriously anyway – the girls around campus still provided plenty of distractions for me.

I did it, though. I graduated. Maybe by the skin of my teeth, but I did it. I’m looking forward to throwing it in my dad’s face, since he didn’t think I could actually pull it off. He didn’t even come to the commencement ceremony.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

I look up and see Tiffany Reynolds standing there with a wide smile on her face. She’s a cute girl with brown hair, long legs, and a figure that doesn’t quit. After I figured out, I had to get my head on straight and hit the books, Tiffany tutored me. And despite being a constant distraction thanks to that incredible body of hers, she helped me get my grades up.