Foolish Games: A Brothers Best Friend Fake Dating Romance

twenty-one

Sebastian Swift

Vivienne slowly detangles herself from my arms and rises, wincing as my cock slides out of her. I watch a trickle of cum run down her leg, and I swear I’m about to get hard all over again.

“I’m going to clean up,” she says, avoiding my eyes as she climbs off her huge bed. “I need to get you home.”

“Don’t you want to snuggle a while first?” I ask, scooting down onto my side and stroking the bed in front of me. I give her my most winning smile, but she just frowns and turns away.

“You heard Rob,” she says. “He’s going to go by your house. What do you think he’ll do when you’re not there?”

“Find someone else to golf with?” I guess, sitting up. “It’s not like we’re regular golfing buddies. I’ve never even been to the Country Club.”

“And what if your sister tells him you never came home last night?” she demands, stomping into the bathroom.

“Then he’ll think I’m off being a dog like usual,” I call to her.

“Oh, that’s appealing,” she says from her bathroom. “Considering we just had unprotected sex multiple times.”

“Didn’t hear you complaining when I was making you see Jesus,” I call, giving up on the cuddles and climbing off the bed to snag my clothes. I tuck myself in and zip up. I’m a little sore from all the fucking, so I can’t imagine how Vivienne’s feeling. Maybe that’s why she’s suddenly so cranky.

“Can I trust you to stay in my room while I take a shower?” she asks.

“I’d rather join,” I say, leaning on her doorframe and surveying her bare ass as she stands in front of the sink, brushing her teeth. There’s something so comfortable about being with her in a normal moment like this, after the fucking is over. I usually don’t stick around this long. I’m more of the fuck-and-duck type, like she said. But Vivienne is so much more than a booty call. It’s kinda cool to see a girl brushing her teeth.

She holds her hair back and leans down to spit, then washes out her mouth and replaces her brush in the holder before turning to me. “What?”

“Nothing,” I say, shrugging. “You’re cute when you do that.”

“Brush my teeth?” she asks skeptically.

“Yeah,” I say, stepping past her. I grab her toothbrush and load it up with toothpaste, then pop it in my mouth.

“What the hell are you doing?” she shrieks.

“What does it look like?” I ask around the brush as I scrub my teeth.

“That’s my toothbrush!”

“I just licked cum out of your pussy,” I point out, reaching over to tweak her bare nipple.

“Exactly,” she says, widening her eyes at me like I’m missing something obvious.

“I kissed you after that,” I remind her. I spit and rinse off, then stand and face her. “Besides, it’s your pussy. It’s not like I licked someone else’s pussy and then stuck your toothbrush in my mouth.”

She squeezes her eyes closed and gives her head a quick shake. “On second thought, I’ll just take you home,” she says, going to the dresser and pulling out a pair of sweats. “I can’t trust you to be in my house while I shower. You’ll probably go introduce yourself to my parents or something.”

“Good,” I say, slapping her ass. “I like knowing you’re walking around with my cum leaking out of you.”

“You are an animal,” she says.

“No arguments here,” I say. “We’re all animals, baby. That’s why we do what we do.”

She rolls her eyes and finishes dressing while I watch. I never thought I’d like watching a girl put clothes on, but somehow, it’s endearing to watch the usual thing in reverse.

“Now, we’re going down the back stairs, so be quiet,” she says, reaching for the doorknob to her room and taking a deep breath. “And if we see anyone… Just keep your mouth shut.”

“Wait,” I say, closing the distance between us before she can open the door.

“What?” she asks, looking up at me.

“One more kiss,” I say, sliding a hand behind her head and bringing her mouth up to mine. Her tongue is minty fresh, and I stroke it with mine for a minute, not wanting this to end so soon. She melts against me, and all I want to do is turn around and carry her back to the bed and never let her leave. But she pulls away after a minute.

“Seriously, Sebastian,” she says. “You have to go. I have things to do today.”

“Better than what we just did?”

“I can’t just have sex all day.”

“Why not?” I ask, cupping her cheek and smiling down at her.

She just shakes her head. “Come on.”

We slip out through her bedroom door and along a hallway, then down a set of stairs that I know leads to the back of the house where the garage, basketball and tennis courts, and swimming pool are located. She peeks around the corner of the stairs into the hallway, then motions for me to follow. Racing on tiptoes, she opens the door to the garage, and we duck through.

“Shit,” she says, letting out a giggle that makes her whole face light up at the close call. “My parents were in the living room. I was so scared they’d see you.”

“And that would be the end of the world?” I ask.

“Um, yes,” she says, reaching for the door of her Corvette. Just as she’s about to open it, tires sound on the gravel. “Get down!”

She shoves me, and since I don’t have time to jump in any of the cars, I drop to the ground beside hers just as another car pulls into the garage. The door slams, and I see a pair of preppy golf shoes appear in my line of sight.

“Rob,” Vivienne says with a horribly fake laugh. “What are you doing back already? I thought you went to the club.”

“Sebastian wasn’t home,” he says. “I didn’t want to go down there alone. Want to go now that you’re up?”

He starts to move toward the front of her car, and she shoves me with her toe. I scramble backwards on my hands. Vivienne scuffs her foot on the cement floor to disguise the noise.

“I have to go drop something off first,” she says. “I’ll be home in an hour or so.”

“Where you going?” Rob asks. “I’ll just ride along.”

Fuck. I squeeze my eyes closed and ease around the back of the Corvette, wishing it was higher so I could at least crawl instead of slithering on my belly like a fucking snake. I suppose it’s fitting though. I did just fuck his sister behind his back—multiple times. So I slither around the far side as he comes around to the driver’s side to talk to Viv.

“I really don’t think that’s a good idea,” Vivienne says. “I’ll just meet you here afterwards.”

“Why?” he asks. “What’s up?”

She sighs. “If you really must know, Sasha has really bad cramps, so I’m going to bring her some Midol and a hot water bottle.”

“Nasty,” he says. “I did not need to know all that.”

“What?” she asks. “You don’t want to ride along, maybe run into Fred’s for some heavy flow tampons?”

“You can stop now,” he says, and suddenly, he’s coming around the front of her car so fast all I can do is make a mad dive behind it again, curling into a ball and holding my breath, sure he must have seen me. I cover my head with my arms, waiting for him to start kicking the fuck out of me.

Instead, he opens his car door, grabs something out, and then heads into the house, closing the door behind him. When I finally dare to breathe, I unfurl my body and hurry around to climb into her passenger seat.

“Sorry,” Vivienne hisses, jumping into the driver’s seat and starting the car. She pulls out without another word, speeding down her driveway like she thinks we’ll be caught.

The fantasy of last night and this morning are cleared away like rain on a windshield as we pull out of her gate and onto the road, and she heaves a giant sigh of relief.

As fun as it was to fuck her, and maybe more than fun, it’s over. She’s relieved. She’s practically flipping her car in her urgency to get rid of me. That’s how ashamed she’d be for her family to know she stooped so low as to fuck me. I’m just a fuck boy to her, a good time, something fun to be played with for a minute before she goes back to her real life and her family’s plan and her Ivy League applications.

And before I go back to being her brother’s friend. He’s always done right by me, having my back on the field and off. I went and repaid him by breaking the code and fucking his sister. As fucking epic as it was, it’s not worth this shit—sneaking around, crawling on the ground, being afraid I’m going to lose my best friend and get my ass kicked at the same time. Rob’s been my friend since he started high school, when I barely knew Vivienne existed. If I don’t fuck it up like I have been lately, like I’ve managed to fuck up everything in my life, he’ll be my friend long after she’s gotten bored of slumming it with a bad boy and gone back to being the uptight little nerd on the arm of pencil-dick Chad.

“Where to?” Vivienne asks, and I realize she’s never seen my house, though Rob’s given me plenty of rides home.

Even if we’re done, I’m still not keen on her seeing my shitty little roach trap, especially after spending the morning in the luxury of her spacious room with its own bathroom and fancy sheets and pillows that must have been made of actual fucking clouds.

“I’m supposed to be working today,” I say. “I’m already late, so if you don’t mind dropping me off at the site…”

She gives me a curious look, and I think she’s going to ask, but she doesn’t. I direct her to the construction site where Billy and them are on the crew.

“Well, this seems like an awkward way to leave things,” she says, pulling up at the curb with the engine still running.

“That’s why it’s better to dip while they’re sleeping,” I say, flashing her a grin.

“Hey,” she says, resting her hand on the gear stick. “You know this can’t happen again, right?”

“Sure,” I say. “Whatever you say, Princess.”

She closes her eyes and rests her head back on the seat. “Just don’t say anything to anyone, and please respect when I say no sex.”

“Fine,” I say, climbing out of the Corvette. “Agreed. I wouldn’t want Rob to find out anyway.”

“Okay,” she says, leaning down to see me out the door, since it’s too cold to put the top down. “Just so we’re on the same page.”

“Same page,” I assure her. “I’m nothing but your fake boyfriend from now on.”

She nods, her lips tight. “Thank you for being reasonable.”

I close the door and walk away. Fuck her and fuck being reasonable. That’s just another way for her to call me stupid.

“Yo,” Lexi calls, waving from the tailgate of Billy’s truck, where she’s unloading a saw that probably weighs more than her. “Give me a hand, would you?”

“Gimme that,” I say, plucking it from her arms and carrying it inside the house they’re framing.

“You’re on this job?” Billy asks when I step onto the concrete foundation.

“I am now,” I say. “Throw me a hardhat and put me to work.”

“Somebody’s pissed he didn’t get his last night,” Tony calls from the corner, where he’s measuring two-by-fours on a couple sawhorses.

“Fuck off.”

“That’s what happens when you let her make the rules,” he says. “She’ll never give it up now. She’ll just milk your ass dry.”

“I don’t think she’s milking anything dry,” Randy calls, and they crack up.

“Take my advice, Bash,” Tony says. “Put your foot down early, show her who wears the pants from the start. You keep giving her some and not getting any, that’s how it’ll always go.”

“Yeah?” I say, setting down the saw. “You just think that because no girl sticks around after you slob all over her pussy like a fucking dog.”

“I’m not the one who goes home with his right hand every night,” he says, shrugging.

“Nah, you go home with your bitch Theo,” Lexi says. “Where is he today, anyway? You wear his ass out?”

“I’ll wear your ass out,” Tony says. “We’ll take turns with it, since Sebastian here lost his bet and there’s no way you’re still holding onto that cash.”

I swallow, my chest hollowing out when I think about holding Viv this morning. But then I think about how she couldn’t get me out of her house fast enough, and how I crawled like a fucking dog on the ground to save her dignity and keep her brother from thinking I fucked her. And then she dumped me off with nothing more than a condescending order to keep my dick in my pants.

I reach into my pocket and ball my fist around her rumpled, damp panties I picked up off the floor at Maddox’s when we crawled out of bed at five in the morning.

“Hey, I got the money,” Lexi says. “It’s Bash who needs to open his wallet. Pay up, bitch!”

“What are you so happy about?” Billy asks. “You didn’t even put money in.”

“But you did,” she sings. “And you’re my favorite cousin in the whole world. I know you’re just dying to get me a pair of Calvin Klein jeans for Christmas, so I can strut around like Drew Barrymore and show Scarlet and all them rich bitches I’m just as good as them.”

“Dude, you’re a thousand times better than Scarlet Stone,” I say. “She’s a hole. You’re a whole-ass person. And nobody’s getting paid today except me.”

“Nah, you’re bluffing,” Tommy says. “Ain’t no way you nailed Robert Delacroix’s sister. He’s your boy.”

Not fucking helping. I think about shoving the panties down in my pocket and agreeing with him. At least that way, only I know what a piece of shit I am.

I’m not just betraying Vivienne. I’m betraying her brother.

It’s a little late to develop a conscience though. After the night we had, there’s no going back.

But then I remember how William told Mom she needed a new transmission, and how she’ll never be able to get ahead enough to buy one, what with feeding four hungry kids and working for barely over minimum wage. And I think about Mel, and how happy she’d be if I could get her a keyboard or maybe even a couple music lessons. Or how happy Deane and Caitlyn will be when they see more than a couple cheap toys Mom managed to find at garage sales under the tree. Maybe even one of those Tickle Me Elmo toys they never got when they came out a few years ago.

That’s my family, everything permanent in my life.

Vivienne made it clear we’re nothing.

With a hollow feeling in my gut, I pull the wad of black lace from my pocket and hold it up. “The panties don’t lie,” I say, letting them swing from my finger. “Pay up, bitches.”