Best Friend's Brother #4 (Best Friend's Brother Romance Series - Book #4) by Alycia Taylor Read Free Book Online Page B

what her father said so much more important than
that? Maybe he didn’t know what he was talking about at all.
    “That’s not it,” I finally said. No matter what I’d
promised, I couldn’t give up any chance I had with her. “I already told you.
I’m just feeling stressed.” Maybe that excuse would buy me some time to figure
out what I could do.
    I could tell by the look on her face that she didn’t
believe me…probably because I was lying. I choked down two more pieces of
pizza, just to avoid conversation.
    Finally, she said, “Do you want to walk over to
Rotary Park with me?”
    “I’m sorry, where?”
    “To the park,” she said again.
    “Why?”
    “I just want to be somewhere louder than my thoughts
for a while. And I want to be with you.”
    Shit. She was trying to kill me, I think.
    “Okay, yeah.”
    The park she was talking about was a few blocks
away. They had a lot of stuff for little kids and a Ferris wheel and water
slides for the older ones. There was also a duck pond where you could rent
little paddle boats and an inside arcade. She was right about the noise…even
outside by the duck pond it was loud. I relaxed a little bit just because it
was too noisy to talk. Alexa insisted on taking the leftover pizza and when we
got near the pond, she sat down and started tearing pieces off and throwing
them to the geese and ducks. The geese came right up to us and if she didn’t
throw one fast enough, they would honk at her really loudly. At one point, I
thought they were plotting our demise and I suggested to her that we move on.
    “Okay,” she said, “I want to ride the Ferris wheel.”
    “Really?”
    She kind of laughed, “Yeah. You’re not afraid of
heights, are you?”
    I was afraid that with all that pizza sitting in my
stomach like a lead weight, I was going to puke. I didn’t tell her that though.
I just said, “No. I’m not afraid of heights.”
    We bought tickets and rode the Ferris wheel. It didn’t
do anything good for my stomach and sitting thigh-to-thigh with her made that
part of my imagination that wanted to pin her to the bathroom wall earlier,
stand up and pay attention. I wondered what she would do if I
just kissed her…hard. What would she think if I slipped my fingers
underneath the edge of those shorts and felt just far enough to see if she was wet?
I wanted to know if she wanted me. I mean, I know that she says she does…but I
wanted to feel it. I wanted her so bad that my extremities were tingling with
the urge to touch her, or the lack of blood since it was all collected
somewhere else at the moment.  
    I breathed a sigh of relief when we got off the
Ferris wheel. The quarters were too close. Any longer and I wouldn’t have been
responsible for my actions. After the Ferris wheel we played a few midway
games. We played the one where you shoot water in the clown’s mouth and pop the
balloon. She beat me two out of three. I redeemed myself on the shooting game.
She missed every shot.
    “Show me how to aim it, “she said. I hoped that she
wouldn’t notice my hands shaking as I stood behind her with my pelvis arched so
that my erection wouldn’t poke her. I put my arms around her and my hands on
her wrists and situated the gun for her. Her hair was in my face and she felt
so damned good that only a paper man would not be aroused being this close to
her. God, I don’t think I can do this….
    She got a funnel cake and tried to make me eat some
of it. I was sure I would puke if I did, so I politely declined. When she was
ready to go, she grabbed my hand.
    “Walk me to my car.”
      I know I
should have, but I didn’t pull it away. I actually gripped hers back so tightly
that she told me I was hurting her .   I loosened my grip, but I didn’t let
go. I never wanted to let go. When we got back to her car I was finished
holding back .   I
didn’t care how pissed her father was at me. She was fond of telling me that
she was a big girl. She could make her own