Chapter 2
CHAPTER 2
THREE MONTHS EARLIER—SEATTLE
Drew
I am so fucked.
Like royally, epically fucked. Why, you ask? Two words for you: Bro Code.
Don’t know what Bro Code is? Well, simply put, it’s kind of like the Ten Commandments…but for dudes. It’s a credo that we live by, helping any ordinary guy be the best bro he can be. Containing approximately 150 unspoken rules, this code of conduct can range from the simple, like never drinking the last beer without verbal permission, to the complex, like helping your buddy figure out where a woman stands on the hot-to-crazy matrix before sleeping with her.
Oh, don’t roll your eyes at me on that last bit; I’m not the one who invented it.
Anyway, back to the lesson at hand. Bro Code can be fluid. Certain rules are subject to interpretation and modification. That said, there are a handful of laws that are chiseled into that proverbial stone tablet so deeply, that only a special kind of asshole would consider breaking one.
The first is that you never sleep with a bro’s ex.
Rule número dos, if your bro needs a wingman, you be the wingman.
Three, you never chase after another bro’s woman or one who he’s called dibs on, even if you saw her first.
The fourth is that a bro should always have another bro’s back. This one covers several possible scenarios. If someone throws a punch at your bro, you jump into the fight. If your buddy is about to score, but he finds himself sans prophylactics, you offer the rubber from your wallet. If you find out his girl has been cheating, you break the bad news to him, then take him to a strip club to get drunk. I’ve made my point with this one, yeah?
Moving on…
Last, but certainly not least, is that if your bro has a sister, she’s completely off-limits. It doesn’t matter how fucking hot she is, or how strongly she’s coming on to you. She’s OFF-FUCKING-LIMITS.
If you would’ve asked me a few months ago if I’d ever be tempted to break the code, I would’ve told you that I’d rather be kicked in the nuts every day for the rest of my life. But now? Well, now…I’m not so sure. What’s changed, you ask? The most enticing woman I’ve ever met walked into my life, that’s what. She’s pure sass, fire, and beauty, and as an added bonus, she’s a fucking incredible cook. You know that saying that all a man needs to be happy is good food and sex? Well, truer words have never been spoken, my friend. Two of my favorite things in the entire world are eating and fucking. What can I say? Dudes are pretty simple, and I’m no exception to that. We can survive with very little, but those two are nonnegotiable in my book.
You’re probably wondering where I’m going with this because this goddess sounds like the perfect chick, right? Well, I think she just might be…if she wasn’t chained to a giant cockblocker. The cockblocker in question being her brother, Brody. Why does he matter, you ask? See the abovementioned rule about not banging a bro’s sister. Brody is not only my friend…he’s my best friend. My main amigo. The other pea in my pod. I’d do anything for that fucker, and he’d say the same about me.
So, here’s the thing. Brody and I have known each other for almost ten years. We see each other at least three times per week, yet I’ve only recently met his sister, and it was purely a coincidence that we happened to be in the same place at the same time. You can bet your tits that Brody kept her away from me all these years on purpose. And in case it’s not obvious, that’s because he would rather have his dick cut off than see me dating his sister. Trust me, he’s made that fact clearer than a glass dildo. Let’s just say that my dating history is a bit… colorful , and he’s borne witness to some pretty crazy shit.
As if the situation wasn’t complicated enough, Charlee—that’s her name—has now become a regular fixture in my life. I went almost a decade without ever meeting her, and now I see her all the fucking time, and it’s indirectly Brody’s fault. He and his girlfriend, Rainey, officially became an item about six months ago. They’ve known each other for years so once they finally hooked up, they went from zero to sixty practically overnight, moving in together right away. Somewhere in there, Rainey met Charlee, and the two have been thick as thieves ever since. On top of that, Rainey is my sister’s best friend which by default, makes Charlee my sister’s friend. And my sister, Devyn, and I are tight . We’ve always been, but after our parents died, it was even more so. Needless to say, pretending Charlee doesn’t exist is impossible at this point.
Speaking of Devyn…she recently got engaged, and I’m currently attending her engagement party at a fancy restaurant. Guess who’s also here? Yep, none other than the star of my filthy dreams, Charlotte, a.k.a. Charlee, Harris. I’ve been half hard for the past two hours, and trust me when I tell you that monkey suits are not all that forgiving when you’re built like I am. At six-foot-five and two-hundred-and-forty pounds of mostly muscle, squeezing into this damn thing was hard enough. Adding a boner to the mix is just asking for trouble, but my dick hasn’t gotten the memo. It doesn’t help that Charlee is wearing a sexy black dress that pushes her tits up and hugs her tight little body. Oh yeah, and she’s been eye-fucking me the entire time that we’ve been here, causing all the dirty thoughts to flash through my mind. Let’s just say that Charlee’s made it quite obvious that she wouldn’t mind taking a ride on the Drew train.
All. Night. Long.
Fuck, there goes my dick again. Down boy.
Like I said earlier… Royally. Epically. Fucked.