My Best Friends Brother

Chapter 231

I just want to be with him.

Shit... he's close. I can feel him.

Before the headlights even become clear through the living room window, I find myself waiting in the doorway for him to arrive.

He looks so fucking happy... and so fucking beautiful.

I love seeing him smile like that, I love it even more when I'm the reason for it.

I lock the front door, but by the time I turn around he's already stepped out of the car, looking effortlessly gorgeous the way that only he can as he runs his eyes up and down my body enough to make my heart beat unnaturally quick.

Sometimes I think that he's exactly the person I knew four years ago, but then I look at him again and realise how much he's changed. You can see he's older as the moonlight covers his handsome features in its warming glow, everything about him is so much more refined now. He's always had an old soul and it still shines through in his eyes, but there's no hiding the mischievous child that still lives within him as he smirks at me with every step I take closer.

"You look unreal, Josh." He always did know how to make me weak at the fucking knees with a single sentence.

I want to say the same thing to him, his grey button up shirt so tight I can see truly how much he's grown, the chain he refuses to let leave his body, if all the times I've seen him is anything to go by, glistens under the light whilst his jet black jeans are sculpted to every toned muscle.

I couldn't have imagined him with long hair a few years ago, but I'd be fucking lying if I said it didn't suit him. Then again, what wouldn't fucking suit him though? Fucking look at him... I understand why Charlie is always talking about licking him now.

"So do... I mean, w-will you..." Jesus Christ Josh, you sound like a fumbling fucking teenager. Get your shit together. "Are you going to tell me where we're going?" I already know the answer but he says it anyway.

"It's a surprise." Of course it is, God forbid he relieve some of these fucking nerves.

He turns like he's about to get into the car, hesitating for a moment before turning back to me and taking my wrist. My body tingles just from the sensation of being in his hand, but erupts into a full quake when he pulls me towards him so he can put his lips down on my cheek. I can't stop the hum of satisfaction that escapes me with such knee weakening vibrations now flowing throughout my body, he's the only person I've ever met who can do something so much with something so small.

His lips linger for longer than they probably should but I don't move, I've been desperate to feel them on me all day. Actually, I've been desperate to feel them on me since he placed them at the back of my neck a week ago.

Even when he pulls back it still feels like too soon, my hands instinctively grabbing hold of his hips and pulling him back flush against me as his lips hit my jaw.

It's so good, it feels so fucking good.

His hand slips behind my neck, his fingers weaving their way into my hair and tilting my head slightly to the side so when his lips lift from my jaw they can plant down again on the side of my neck. This time he doesn't keep them there long, just a peck, like he was testing to see what my reaction would be.

The only reaction I have is to hold him fucking closer.

"Josh... If we don't go right now, I think I'm going to lose fucking control." His husky whisper brushes against the wet patch on my throat from his parted lips.

Maybe I want him to lose fucking control.

Maybe I want to give up all fucking control.

He pulls away, smiling at me before his view drops to my lips. We've kissed so many times yet not once since he came back... it really feels like the next time will be like the first all over again.