My Brother's Best Friend(42)

“What?” He pulled back and that’s when I realized I had said it aloud. “What did you say, Chris?”

I was shocked and in a moment of panic I made up whatever came to mind. “I—I said that I love these,” I said, kissing him with everything I felt, trying to give him an excuse to forget. And whatever he heard was forgotten, if he even heard what I had said. Dinner was forgotten as well, at least for a little while longer.

“We really should eat the food before it goes cold,” I struggled to say. I finally pulled back. “Did you hear me?”

Devin nodded his head. “You’re right. We have plenty of time for this later,” he smirked.

I shook my head as I stood up and went back to my original seat.

“I still can’t believe you made this, I showed you like last week, right?” I asked.

Devin hedged, “Yeah, something like that. I just have a good memory and I wanted to make you something special for your birthday.”

“Well, thank you again. I couldn’t have asked for anything better.” I smiled as I took a bite of the prime rib he had prepared.

“Is it good?” he asked, watching me the whole time.

I almost laughed. “Yes, it’s delicious. Maybe you want to try some?”

He nodded and together we began to eat. As we finished our plates, I wondered how things could get any better. “I have dessert, as well. I can’t take credit for making it though. I just bought your favorite and had the people show me how to plate it.” He smiled as he stood up, taking my plate. He walked into the kitchen and came back with two plates. “Godiva chocolate cheese cake.”

“That is my favorite.” I smiled. “They did teach you how to plate it. It looks very professional.”

“Thanks, I go above and beyond only for you, though.”

I only managed to eat half of it before I started to get full. “I’m saving this for later,” I said, pointing at the leftovers on my plate.

“I’ll make sure no one eats it,” he laughed.

“So what’s next on the agenda?” I asked, helping him take things back to the kitchen, which wasn’t small for an apartment.

“Do you really want to know?” he asked, pulling me away from the sink. He turned off the water I was using to rinse the plates.

“I really want to know, but if you just want to show me…” I said, wrapping my arms around his neck.

“You are dangerous,” he whispered before claiming my lips. He set me on the granite countertop, and I wrapped my legs around him. My hands slid down his chest and began to unzip his jeans. “What are you doing, Chris?”

“I need you,” I moaned.

He was sucking on my neck, and I could barely finish what I had begun. His hands moved to my blouse and unbuttoned each button slowly.

“You’re teasing.”

I heard his confirmation and decided I’d do my own teasing, pulling him free from his boxers. His hands stopped momentarily. I stroked him and heard his sharp intake of breath and smiled to myself.

“Okay, you win. No more teasing,” he said as he finished unbuttoning my shirt. He pushed it down and tossed it on the floor. I used my legs to pull him forward and guided him inside of me. Immediately Devin grabbed my waist and pulled me closer so he could plunge deeper into me.

I gasped as we connected and moaned as he began to plunge in and out. “Dev,” I moaned with need. His hands unclasped my bra and pulled it off. “Dev, please, harder.”

It was all that needed to be said. He plunged deeper and I began to pant, gripping the counter’s edge. I finally felt myself begin to rise and moaned as I climaxed. Devin groaned and then slumped against me.

“I hadn’t planned that,” he said, looking up at me.

“Disappointed?” I asked.

“With you, I’m never disappointed.”

“Then carry me to the bedroom. I want to try out the bed.”

Devin groaned, “I don’t think I could ever tire of you, CJ.”

We spent the rest of the night loving each other. I was lost in my own world, where I could pretend Devin truly cared for me. It was enough to keep me going, if only to preserve memories I could have with me forever.

“What time should we get up? We need to get back to the house before everyone comes home,” Devin said as we polished off the last of the cheesecake in the kitchen as a late night snack.

“Mitch and Megan will probably be here early afternoon. I’m assuming Emily will wait until the last possible moment to come home.”

“Then let’s shoot for getting there by ten,” he proposed.

“Sounds ideal.” I smiled, placing my plate in the dishwasher.