“You know I’m shit at time estimation. Cut me some slack.” Ethan sighs, runs a hand through his dark hair that’s the same hue as mine, and flashes me his trademark charming smile as he steps to the side so he can introduce whoever is infringing upon our brotherly time. “This is my best friend. I don’t know if you remember him.”
“Hi, Charlie. It’s been a… while…” Ben says, frowning, scowling and looking completely and utterly confused as he offers me his hand for a shake.
I spit out the half-chewed nacho chip, the cheese string that was hanging off it making me choke. My heart erratically tries to dig a hole out of my ribcage.You gotta be kidding me.
“Why areyouhere?” I accuse, pointing a finger at him as I get up from the chair.
My brother, who is bigger than me but still on the leaner side, gathers me in a hug and laughs. “You remember Ben, then? I was sure you’d forgotten. He’s changed a lot.”
He’s changed a lot, alright. And so have I. My brother, too. It’s been almost seven years. But that feeling I had when he smiled at me? I should’ve trusted my gut. I should’ve made the connection and not dismissed it as some wishy-washy daydream my brain was randomly having.
But how could have I? Coincidences like this just don’t happen in real life!
I shake Ben’s hand belatedly, after which we all sit down. He claims the chair across from me, his green eyes mostly amused now that the initial shock has passed.
God, what the fuck do I do? I have so many questions! What was he doing working at a damn theme park for one? We haven’t kept in touch, but I know from Ethan that Ben works at his dad’s company and is on the Board of Directors. So why the fuck is he here, in the UK?
“I thought you lived inAustralia,” I say, my voice clipped and suspicious even to my own ears.
He smiles, taking a sip from the elderflower lemonade the waiter just brought to our table. “We are looking to expand the business here. That’s why I moved to London. I’m helping my sister oversee things here, while also handling the assembly and engineering of our new models.”
Oh yes, sure, this makes sense. Ben’s parents own a vehicle manufacturing empire. It’s everything from commercial cars, to planes, helicopters, and ships. They have military and government contracts, too.
“Ana doing okay, then? I haven’t heard from her since July,” Ethan says, shaking his head.
“She’s really loving it. Helping dad run the show has always been her dream. She’s doing one hell of a good job.”
“Has he finally stopped bugging you?”
Ben laughs, waving his hand. A few locks of his messy dirty blond hair flop over his forehead. “Nah. Still brings it up from time to time, but it’s not like he can convince me to be a CEO. I just love tinkering and making shit too much. Besides, I’m our best engineer ever, and Ana is killing it on her own.”
Oh. I have a hazy memory about Ben taking things apart and putting them back together. And he was crazy about the cars and planes his dad’s company designed. I guess he grew up and does what he loves as a job now… Which explains his rough, big,greedyhands.
Get your head out of the gutter, Charlie!
“What about the haunted house?” I blurt out, my mind jumbled as it tries to connect this new sexy as fuck well-endowed Ben to what I remember of the goofy, energetic boy I used to crush on.
He was my first love and heartbreak, the only secret I haven’t told Ethan. It was just too embarrassing because they were best friends, always together, sharing everything. Knowing your teenage kid brother saw your best brothatway and wanted to exchange saliva with him would’ve weirded out anyone.
“Ah.” Ben chuckles, his entire face lighting up. He chews on his lip and my eyes are immediately drawn to the movement.
I know how he tastes. Like cotton candy and mint. My cock swells just remembering it and the way that dominant tongue owned my mouth. And his monster dick?Holy shit.It’s the biggest I’ve ever seen—and felt—and I’ve been jerking off to it the past two nights before going to bed.
The truth is that I didn’t call him because I didn’t plan to ever see him again. He’s too dangerous. Too perfect. A threat to new Charlie’s resolve to be the top predator of the food chain.
“A friend asked me to sub in. I had nothing better to do, so I thought, why not?”
My eyes snap to his, finding them curiously studying my face. “Huh?”
“That’s why I was at the haunted house.” He smiles, the upturn of his full lips unabashedly seducing.
I swallow hard, crossing my legs, and gulp down the rest of my drink. My cheeks are warm, my neck too, tingles crawling all over my body.
“Hold on. You two already met each other?” Ethan cuts in, his eyes bouncing from me to Ben.
“Oh, we met alright,” Ben says, heat swimming in his gaze as he pops an olive in his mouth and licks his lips.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Ethan protests, fake pouting. “So, what did you two do?”
