My Brother's Best Friend - S01 E18

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My Brother's Best Friend - S01 E18

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 18

"Okay, you honestly can't tell me he's not into you!" Maya squeals and practically jumps on top of my comforter. She had listened in on the conversation between Ethan, Cam and I from my room, and now she was just hallucinating.

"In what world does that mean he's into me?" I laugh and watch as she opens up a bag of Doritos, sticking out my hand so that I can grab one. "Did he or did he not just have sex with a completely different girl this afternoon at school?" 3

"Okay, yes," she admits. "But sometimes guys are just idiots, Mads. When is the last time you've ever heard Cam talk about anyone like that? He doesn't just say things to say things." 1

Even if that were true, I still wouldn't give him the time of day. He almost gave us away to Ethan, and for what? What game is he trying to play? We get into a fight earlier and now he wants to joke around and act like everything is fine? After he slept with someone else?

Then again, wasn't I the one that said he wasn't my boyfriend? And he isn't. He can sleep with someone else if he wants to. It's not like he cheated, but it still hurt all the same. I know that's who he is, and I keep acting like I'm fine doing whatever the hell it is we're doing, but I'm not.

I don't comment anymore on the subject, instead I flip to a random channel and scroll through all of my social media mindlessly, eating chips as I do so while Maya braids her hair in my mirror on the floor.

It's not until there's knocks on the door that Maya wiggles her eyebrows, and I immediately shoot her a death glare.

"Yes?" I call out. "The door's open."

Cam opens up the door, and he's got that flirtatious grin spread across his face. I love that damn grin. 1

As soon as he sees Maya on the floor doing her hair his demeanor immediately changes though.

"Oh." He says awkwardly. "Sorry, I uh... didn't know you were here Maya."

"Don't apologize." She's grinning way too hard, and if he weren't standing right here I'd punch her straight in the arm. "If you need me to leave I can go."

"You don't need to leave." I blurt out. The last thing I need is to be left alone with him. "What do you want, Cameron?" 13

He hates that I've used his full name. His eyes narrow slightly before he clears his throat. "I was just wondering if you wanted Chinese food. Ethan is ordering."

"He already texted me. He has my order." I shoot back. "Anything else?" 1

The expression on his face softens, and my heart completely drops down into my stomach. He looks sad. Almost as if he's sorry for what happened, and I'm wondering if that's what he originally came here for.

"No." He mutters. "That's it."

I stare after him as he walks to the bathroom, and when he finally disappears I get up to shut the door to my room with my back, seeing Maya packing her things up.

"What are you doing?" I ask.

She snickers quietly to herself, shaking her head as she shoves her notebook back into her bag. "I'm going home." She replies. "Because you need to work out whatever the hell is going on. It sure as hell is more than friends with benefits." 10

"Maya." I groan, tired of repeating myself. "He's not into me! This is Cameron Holden we're talking about, okay?" 2

"You are in pure denial, chica." She pats me on the shoulder once she reaches me, and a part of me begins to wonder if she's right. "Call me later with all of the details please." 6

Was Cam coming up here to apologize? Did he honestly feel bad about what he did? 1

Did he even want to have sex with Sadie? 21

Maya leaves me alone in my room, and I feel my stomach twist up into nerves. This is becoming much more complicated than I ever thought it would be.

Letting out a sigh, I flop back down onto my bed and try to refocus my attention back on the television show.

——-

After I had eaten dinner and everyone had gone to bed, I found myself creeping on Cameron's instagram.

I didn't take Maya up on her advice to try and talk to him. I can't seem to talk to him about anything involving us. My thoughts get all jumbled and I get way too nervous. Plus, I don't know if I'm prepared to ask him if he's into me or not. I don't think I'm ready for the answer.

I see a picture he posted from a random football practice of himself. It's definitely a thirst trap photo. He's sweating from head to toe, his curls dampened to his forehead, and he's got no shirt on.

I bite on my lip as I scan over all of his abs, remembering how they felt on my fingertips. This man made me feel so many things.

What the hell is wrong with me?

His lips are full and he's smiling that perfectly straight grin that drives me wild. The kind that could make any girls panties drop at the sight of it.

I trail my fingertips to the waistband of my leggings and push inside, finding the sweet spot that only Cam has touched aside from me. 51

I'm already wet just from looking at the picture, and all I can think of is his hands on my body, his tongue flicking against me. He's so fucking talented.

Why did I ruin things? Why did I put pressure on him? We aren't together.

I remind myself to not get so worked up. I'm not thinking about what I'm doing. I'm acting irrationally. I know I'm not okay with him sleeping with other girls, but I'm so horny right now that I'm willing to just say fuck it.

I want him.

He's right downstairs.

I slowly swirl my finger around my clit, and it's like I can hear his voice right in my ear. His moans, the way I made him feel. The way he came in his pants just from pleasing me.

Oh, fuck it.

I open up my messages and go to type a text to Cam.

Are you still here?

I press send, holding my breath until he replies not even seconds after.

Oh, you're talking to me now?

Yes. I reply. Come upstairs if you are?

I'm fidgeting underneath my sheets from how impatient I am. I'm craving his touch, his voice, his body.

In less than a minute there's soft knocks on my door. My parents are sleeping, so is Ethan, so I have to make sure I keep this as quiet as possible.

I open the door and don't waste time. He's not wearing a shirt, and i pull him by the arm to come inside, quietly shutting the door behind us.

"Mads, what are you-"

"I'm so pissed at you." I begin, stripping myself of my shirt and tossing it on the carpet. I'm not wearing a bra, so my breasts are fully exposed to him. "Don't think this is me forgiving you, because it's not."

He seems impressed with me. He looks at me in a daze before that flirtatious little smirk falls onto his face.

"Okay." He says.

I take off my leggings, leaving me in just my underwear before I continue. "But I'm horny, and I want you to make me come again." 26

He leans against the door as he watches me, his tall, muscular body looking like complete candy to me right now. 1

"Is that so?" He asks seductively and runs his pointer finger and thumb over his chin as if he's deep in thought.

I nod desperately and bend over to take off my panties, tossing them over to him. He catches them, and as he runs the lace through his hands his eyes grow darker.

Dropping them to the floor, he still leans against the door and cocks his head to the side. "I want us to be okay again If I do this." He tells me firmly. "Can you agree to stop being mad at me?"

I don't know what's gotten into me, but I'm feeling so confident, so comfortable with him. This makes no sense since he just had sex with someone else, but my body is telling me it's right.

It's so right.

"That depends..." I trail off and lay down onto the bed, supporting myself on my elbows as I slowly open my legs to him. "Maybe you can make me come hard enough so I'll forget why I was ever mad in the first place."