The Fight In Us: A Brother's Best Friend College Romance (The Four Book 4) Becca Steele (speld decodable readers .TXT) 📖

closed the bathroom door behind me, I heard the unmistakable quiet click of my bedroom door opening.

What the fuck?

Who was sneaking into my room at this time of night?

The dim bedside lamp illuminated my answer. Her gaze flared with heat at the sight of me standing in nothing but a towel, water droplets still beading on my skin. It wasn’t like I was expecting visitors. Her eyes licked a fiery trail over my body, and I flexed my muscles, earning me a small eye roll that couldn’t dampen her heated gaze.

Since Lena was taking in every inch of my body, I returned the favour. I took my time running my gaze over her tight black leather-looking trousers that clung to her long legs, over her fitted black top, and up to her hair that spilled over her shoulders. Stopping on her face, I took in the curve of her lips and her darkening eyes as we stared at one another silently. When her eyes flicked down to the growing bulge that was obvious behind the material of my towel and she licked her lips, I’d had enough.

“Come here.”

“Wait.” She blinked a few times. “Let me…uh. I’m going to stay right here until we’ve talked.”

“You want to talk?”

Her mouth twisted, but she nodded, lowering herself to the floor where she leaned her back against the wall.

“What do you want to talk about?” I asked cautiously, not really liking the look on her face.

She chewed on her lip for a moment, and then her eyes met mine. “I want to know why you’ve been avoiding me.”

“It’s…complicated,” I offered, adjusting my towel. Crossing to my bed, I lay on top of the sheets on my side, facing her. May as well get comfortable if we were having this conversation.

“Then simplify it. What’s the problem? I’m not interested in playing games.” Her voice was hard, but her eyes…fuck, the vulnerability in them killed me.

“Your brother is my best friend. He’s been there for me all my life, but particularly after my mum died and Cade shut himself away from me. I felt like I’d lost my brother, but Cass stepped in and…he’s my closest friend, y’know?”

“I know that.”

“Yeah, so I don’t wanna hurt him. He’s worried about you, and he more or less warned me off you.”

She narrowed her eyes, unhappy. “He doesn’t get a say in my life. He’s got no right to make decisions for me. I’m eighteen, for fuck’s sake.”

“He’s just trying to look out for you.” I beckoned her over to me, and this time she came, standing in one graceful movement. My head was reminding me that I’d literally just told her that I was worried about Cassius, but I wanted her. So fucking much.

But even without the issue of Cassius, I needed to take care.

I moved to the far side of the bed, allowing her plenty of space, and after a second’s hesitation, she kicked off her boots and lay next to me, rolling to her side so we were facing each other.

“Is that the only problem?” She inched closer, placing her hand on my arm. A small smile curved across her lips as my breath caught in my throat.

She knew that the other reason I wanted to take things slowly was because of everything she’d been through, so I didn’t reply. In fact, I did the most stupid thing I could’ve done.

I kissed her.

It turned out that it was easy enough to silence my doubts when the girl I wanted was right there in front of me.

Her lips parted for me instantly, her hand sliding up my arm to cup the back of my neck as I deepened the kiss. I dragged her closer, palming her ass, and she moaned low in her throat. “Is this okay?” My mouth disconnected from hers, and I placed kisses down her throat, my body pressing into hers.

I caught the moment she stiffened, and I immediately pulled back. She stared up at me. “I’m sorry. It’s just…”

“It’s okay.” Gripping her tightly, I rolled us both so she was on top of me and held her lightly until she relaxed again. After a minute she sat up, her body weight resting on my stomach. Then she wriggled backwards, and I couldn’t stop the groan that came from my throat.

“Fuck, yes.”

She rolled her hips against my hardness. “I think I like this view.” All I could do was watch, my eyes tracking her every movement, my dick throbbing as she ran her palms down over my chest, pausing to trace the outline of my Roman numerals IV tattoo, down my abs, then onto her own body.

“It’s hot in here, isn’t it?” Her tone was low and throaty.

“What?” I asked, dazed.

A slow smile appeared on her lips as she dragged her top up over her body.

Oh, fuck.

She didn’t have a bra on, and as her firm, high tits came into view, it took every single shred of self-control I possessed not to reach up and drag her down, rip off her trousers, and bury myself inside her. My fists clenched and unclenched. Just a touch. My hands came up to her sides, stroking across her smooth skin.

“You feel so good, Lena.”

“I’m going to feel a whole lot better soon,” she promised me, and all I could do was stare at her.

“I wasn’t expecting this.”

She gave me a look that was almost pitying. “Oh, Weston. Just because I never found anyone that I was interested in doing this with before—” Yeah, no fucking pressure. “—doesn’t mean that I don’t know what I’m doing.” Her words faltered for a minute, before her confidence returned. “We both want this, and I know you’ll tell me if I do anything you don’t like.”

“I like it all,” I said hoarsely, and she laughed.

“I think you’ll like it better in a minute.” Lifting her body off me for a moment, she shimmied out of her leggings at my side, then took a moment to take me in, lying there ready