Carrying My Brother's Best Friend's Baby

1. Ava

Ava

“Let’s get out of here.”

I smile up at Nick. The champagne has made me feel a little bubbly but not drunk enough not to know what he is asking for.

“Nick, people might notice the sister of the groom is missing,” I tell him even as I let him pull me away.

“Everyone is drunk. They won’t remember.”

“You’re a bad influence, Nick Sullivan.”

He grins and pushes me against the wall in the hall. The music from the hotel ballroom fades. “I like being a bad influence. We don’t have to tell my best friend I’m corrupting his little sister.”

“Is that what you’re doing?” I giggle softly as his hand slides up my side.

He nuzzles my neck. His hot breath sends shivers down my spine. Nick's hand slides from my side to my hip, gripping me possessively. "I'm absolutely corrupting you," he murmurs, his lips brushing the sensitive skin below my ear. "In the very best way."

I shudder and tilt my head back against the wall, exposing more of my neck to his teasing kisses. My own hands slip under his jacket to run over his hard chest.

"We should stop," I manage to murmur even as arousal coils hot and urgent in my belly. "This is crazy."

"No, it's not." Nick's voice is low and hypnotic, sending delicious tingles across my skin. "It's inevitable. I've wanted you since I first saw you all grown up at the rehearsal dinner."

He captures my mouth in a searing kiss that steals any protests from my lips. His tongue delves deep, stroking mine urgently, unleashing a torrent of need inside me.

“My room. Now.” His voice is husky and echoes the passion I feel running through me.

“Okay.”

His mouth is on mine as we stumble into his hotel room. Nick kicks the door shut behind us as he attacks my mouth again with his own. I moan into the kiss, my body melting against his. His hands roam greedily over my curves, squeezing and caressing. He walks me backwards until my legs hit the bed.

Gently, he pushes me down onto the mattress and covers my body with his own. His eyes are dark with lust as he stares down at me. “Damn," he growls, his voice rough with desire. “I’ve been watching you all night.”

“You could have any of those women at that wedding,” I say. “Why me?”

“Because you’re the sexiest, and I want you, Ava.”

He moves off me and reaches down to take my hand and pull me up. I turn around and lift my hair to give him access to the zipper. He pulls it down and lets the dress fall to the floor.

He grabs me again, kissing me as I push his suit jacket off.

Nick's tongue pushes into my mouth hungrily as he helps me remove his shirt, his hands roaming over the bare skin of my back. I arch into him, pressing my nearly naked body against his hard body.

He breaks the kiss to trail his lips down my neck, pausing to nip and suck at the sensitive spots he finds there. "You're so beautiful," he murmurs against my throat. "I want to taste every inch of you."

His words make me feel bold. I reach between us to palm the hard bulge in his pants. Nick groans and rocks into my touch. I undo the button and zipper, pushing the fabric down to free his erection.

"Fuck, Ava," Nick gasps as I wrap my hand around him, stroking along the thick length. His hips circle involuntarily, seeking more of my touch. "If you keep that up, this will be over quickly," he warns with a strained chuckle.

I smirk up at him and give his cock a firm squeeze, feeling the power in my hand.

Nick kicks off his pants and boxers impatiently, never taking his eyes off me. I step back and let my strapless bra fall to the floor, revealing my small, high breasts and pebbled nipples.

"Not fair," Nick growls playfully, reaching out to cup one soft mound in his large hand. "I'm completely naked, and you're still wearing those sexy panties."

He leans down to lavish attention on my breast with teeth and tongue. Pleasure shoots straight to my core as he suckles and nips at the sensitive bud until I'm writhing against him.

"That feels so good," I gasp out, tangling my fingers in his dark hair.

He tugs my panties down and lets them drop to the floor. His fingers find my slick heat and dip inside, stroking over my clit. I moan as he pumps his fingers in and out, curling to hit a secret spot that makes stars explode behind my eyelids.

"Ava," he groans against my breast, "you're so wet for me."

His thumb rubs maddening circles around my swollen clit as his fingers thrust deeper. Pleasure builds rapidly as he works me with skilled touches. I rock my hips frantically, chasing the pleasure only he can give me.

"Nick, please," I sob as the tension reaches a fever pitch.

"So impatient."

He pushes me onto the bed and bends down to suck on my nipple.

His fingers work inside me. He kisses down my stomach and hooks my leg over his shoulder, replacing his fingers with his mouth.

The first swipe of his tongue has me arching off the bed with a choked cry.

He laps at me greedily, sucking hard on my sensitive nub.

I whimper as his tongue delves deep, stroking along my walls.

Nick moans into my pussy, the vibrations sending shockwaves through me.

"Nick …," I gasp, my fingers twisting in his hair. "Oh god …"

He laps at my juices, his tongue swirling around my sensitive clit before plunging inside me again. Each thrust of his tongue brings me closer to the edge, pleasure coiling tighter and tighter in my belly.

"That's it, baby," he murmurs against my slick folds. "Let go for me."

Nick seals his lips around my clit and suckles hard. The combination of his skillful mouth and filthy words push me over the precipice. I scream as ecstasy crashes through me, waves of blinding pleasure radiating from my core.

When the tremors finally subside, Nick crawls up my body to capture my mouth in a deep, passionate kiss.

I can taste myself on his lips and tongue, the tangy-sweet flavor mixing with the lingering hint of champagne.

He settles between my thighs, the hard length of his erection sliding against my slick heat.

"Do you have any idea what you do to me?" Nick murmurs against my lips. "I've never wanted anyone as badly as I want you."

He rocks against me lazily, coating his cock with my arousal. The head catches on my entrance teasingly, but he doesn't push inside. Instead, he lavishes attention on my neck with teeth and tongue, biting just hard enough to leave marks on my skin.

“Tell me you need me inside you,” he says.

"Yes," I breathe out immediately.

With a quick jerk of his hips, he slides inside me.

"Oh god," I gasp as he fills me completely, stretching me deliciously. Nick groans at the exquisite feeling of my walls gripping him like a vise.

"So tight," he pants against my throat. "Fuck, you feel incredible."

He pulls out almost all the way before plunging back in to the hilt. The new angle has him rubbing against that magic spot deep inside, and I cry out with pleasure.

"Yes, just like that," I moan as he sets a steady rhythm, each thrust hitting perfectly.

He bends my legs up over his shoulders, changing the angle further. The new position lets him go even deeper. I sob with ecstasy. His pelvis grinds against my sensitive clit with every pump of his hips.

"That's it, baby," he growls, his voice strained with pleasure. "Take every inch of my cock."

Nick moves his hips faster, driving into me with deep, hard strokes. Each thrust sends blasts of pleasure coursing through my body. I'm moaning against his mouth, lost in the sensations.

"So good," he pants harshly against my lips. "You feel fucking amazing."

His praise only fuels the fire raging inside me. I clench around him, savoring the way his thick length stretches me deliciously.

"You like that, don't you?" Nick grits out, hammering into me harder. "Milking my cock."

"Yes," I sob out shamelessly. "Harder Nick, please!"

He complies with a fierce growl that rumbles through his chest. The new intensity has the headboard slamming against the wall with every powerful thrust. I can already feel another climax building.

"That's it," he praises roughly as I thrash beneath him.

"Yes, that's it!" I cry out.

His thrusts grow more urgent. "So close," he pants, his teeth scraping across my damp skin. "Ava …" Nick groans, his hips stuttering as he chases his release. "Come with me baby. I want to feel you clench around me."

My body tenses as the coil inside me winds tighter and tighter. With a strangled cry, Nick buries himself to the hilt one last time and pulses deep inside me with grunts and groans of pleasure.

The sensation of him spilling into me sends me over the edge, my body shuddering violently as waves of pleasure crash over me. I clutch at him, nails digging into his shoulders as my walls squeeze his cock.

For a moment, we stay locked together, breathing hard, hearts pounding in tandem. Nick collapses onto me, his weight pressing me into the mattress in the most delicious way. He nuzzles into the crook of my neck, planting soft kisses along my collarbone.

He slides his body off mine and flops on his back, one arm thrown across his face.

The sheets are tangled around my legs. The air conditioner hums softly, cutting through the tropical heat that permeates the room despite the AC. I stare at the ceiling, studying the intricate patterns of the plaster, trying to slow my racing thoughts.

This wasn’t supposed to happen.

Well, maybe it was.

Maybe it’s been building for years, simmering beneath the surface of every sideways glance, every accidental brush of hands.

I’m not going to lie—I’ve had the hots for Nick for a long, long time. But he was always out of my league. He was my brother’s best friend. Older. Hotter. Richer.

I should leave. I should slip out of bed, gather my dress from where it’s pooled on the floor, and tiptoe back to my room.

But I don’t.

I stay.

“You’re thinking too loud.”

I turn my head to look at him. His dark hair is messy, his stubble more pronounced now, and his eyes are half-lidded. He looks different like this. Softer. More real.

“Sorry,” I murmur, though I’m not sure what I’m apologizing for.

He smiles, just a slight curve of his lips. His hand slides up my side, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. “Don’t be. Just stay here.”

I swallow hard. “I should probably go. My room?—”

“Is down the hall,” he interrupts. “And it’s, what, three a.m.? You’re really going to leave now?”

He has a point. The sun will be up soon, and the idea of sneaking back to my room in the pale light of dawn feels even more awkward than staying. But staying means facing this. Whatever this is.

“Okay.”

“Good.”

We lie there for a while. I can feel the weight of his gaze on me, and when I turn to look at him, his eyes are searching mine.

“What?” I ask, self-conscious.

“Nothing,” he says, but there’s a flicker of something in his expression—curiosity, maybe, or something deeper. “I’ve been wondering what this would be like for a long time.”

My heart skips a beat. “What, me lying in your bed after sex at my brother’s wedding?”

“In a roundabout way.”

I don’t know what to say to that, so I don’t say anything.

After a while, he sits up, stretching lazily. “I’m starving. You want to order room service?”

I nod, grateful for the distraction. “Yeah. That sounds good.”

He grabs the room service menu from the nightstand and hands it to me before reaching for the phone. I scan the options, my stomach growling at the thought of food. It’s been hours since the dinner, and I realize I haven’t eaten since the cake.

Nick orders for us—pancakes, bacon, coffee, and a fruit plate.

“I was thinking a snack,” I say. “It’s the middle of the night. How are you getting all of that?”

He flashes a grin. “I’m Nick Sullivan. People like to do what I want.”

I roll my eyes. “Billionaire extraordinaire.”

The food arrives sooner than I expect.

“What did you think of the wedding?” Nick asks.

I shrug, spearing a piece of pineapple with my fork. “It was beautiful. Jessie and Lisa looked so happy.”

“They did,” he agrees. “But I meant the rest of it. The drama. The chaos. The open bar.”

I laugh. “Definitely too much champagne. I think we can agree that’s how we’ve ended up here eating breakfast at three o’clock in the morning in our birthday suits.”

“Are you going to tell me you’re drunk?”

I wish I could. “No.”

He nods and goes back to eating his breakfast.

This was not how I expected my brother’s destination wedding to go.