My Best Friends Brother

Chapter 124

JOSH'S P.O.V.

I may never let him leave this house, I'm serious. These pancakes are my favourite thing on the fucking planet and I cannot go another morning without having them.

Watching Miles stand in the kitchen in nothing but his skin-tight grey boxers as he finally figures out how to load the dishwasher correctly... Well that's just an added fucking bonus.

"You need to talk to them, they're your parents Miles and you need to give them more than a minute to get their head around this." Miles gives me that look again, the one he's already given me three times this morning when I've tried to tell him that he needs to speak to Tara and Cole. I think he's trying to be intimidating but he just looks demented... although also really fucking sexy... What has he done to me?

He might not understand where they're coming from but I do, if I'm perfectly honest then I probably would have thought the exact same things they did if I was in their position. I don't blame them.

I've thought about picking up the phone and just calling them myself a few times already this morning but I don't want to push either of them to confront something they aren't ready for yet.

Although, hearing what he said to them about me... it did something to my heart that I can't explain. He told them that he'd picked me; I never want him to have to pick between me and his family, I won't allow that to happen, but it was still cute as fuck to hear him say it.

"I'll talk to them when they can learn to be fucking supportive. How did Liam take it all?" He asks, slamming the dishwasher closed before beginning to wipe down all the services like a right good little house husband. A guy could get used to this.

Liam, he took it exactly as I thought he would.

"I don't think I've ever seen that kid that happy. He's practically planning to marry us off tomorrow though, kept asking if you're going to be here next weekend when he stays over." Miles smiles, reaching across the counter and grasping my jaw before pushing his lips down onto mine gently, not caring about the blueberry syrup still on them.

"Well then, tomorrow seems like it's going to be a really good day." It takes me a second to understand what he's saying, but when it hits me I feel like a tidal wave of pure joy has smacked its way against my skin. Damn... One day... One fucking day we'll have that too.

He's too fucking cute.

Miles slips around the counter, walking towards me like he's not a very distracting human fucking God, before leaning straight across my body to steal the last of the blueberries off my plate. He really needs to take a step away before we end up right back in bed, it took us three hours to get out of it this morning already.

"So, don't you have work to be at?" He winks, his usual bright white shining teeth now highlighted with a hint of purple before he snatches my empty plate and takes it over to be cleaned.

"Me and Charlie took an extra day off to recover from the lake house, I've got to make a few calls at lunch but otherwise, I'm all yours today." His eyes grow wide like this is unexpected information, I don't know why considering it's already after ten, how late does he think I go to work?

He haphazardly drops the plate into the racks before sprinting around and practically tackling me off the bar stool. His whole body wraps around mine and it's just too fucking sweet how excited he gets about any time we get to be together. I fucking adore this man.

I can't actually remember the last time we had a whole day just the two of us, although I guess it won't be the whole day today since we have to go tell his giant of a fucking brother that we are a couple later. Realllllllly looking forward to that...

"I have the whole day with you and you let us get out of bed? What were you thinking?" His lips coming down to reach the base of my neck before trailing their way back up towards my lobe. He has a point..

Getting out of bed was a stupid idea. We should definitely rectify that right now.

Snatching my arms around his hips, I grab hold of his perfect ass, the thin fabric of his underwear doing nothing to protect the juicy flesh underneath from my wanting grasp. His bare chest caresses against mine as we find ourselves edging further and further back towards the couch.

I guess we'll make it to the bed later.

He lets out a cute little chuckle as his back hits the cushions and I have to grab his ribs just to stop him tumbling off. He's so fucking ticklish, smiling down at him I can't help but wiggle my fingers between his rib cage and watch his perfect body convulse in a fit of giggles.

Cutest fucking man on this planet.

"Josh! Stop!" He literally can't take this for more than a few seconds but every time I do it I just want to do it forever.

"What are you going to do for me if I let you free?" I joke, gently slowing my attack on his body until he's able to breathe again. His mesmerising hazel eyes smouldering up at me and catching the sunlight in such a way that I can see the hints of gold threads spreading out from his deep dark pupils. I'm not sure I could live without looking into these anymore, they are like an illusion, every time you think you have them figured out – you end up finding something new.

His voluptuous bottom lip finds its way between his lilac stained teeth, before he trails his eyes down over my naked chest until they land at the waistband of my loose gym shorts.

"I'll do whatever you want me to do Joshua."

Fuck me...

Oh he is really going to fucking regret saying that.

Letting go of his ribs instantly, I slip my hands behind his waist and pull so his back arches until he's within reach of my lips and I can instantly clamp them around his perky little nipple. His long-lash rimmed eyes fall closed instantly and his lip slides from between his teeth as he sucks in a deep breath. I love how he's never truly out of control, his hand reaching up and weaving its way into the back of my hair the moment my tongue flicks over his pleading bud so he can keep me where he wants me.

The air surrounding the couch grows thick with desire the further I continue to caress the pink bead with the tip of my tongue. A quiet moan of ecstasy leaves his lips as I let go from one side and move over to the other, taking my finger and rubbing it around the abandoned sensitive bud, smothering my saliva further into his skin.

How can you have so much of someone but still crave them the way I do with him?

I swear sometimes I just want to slam him over my desk and –

*Knock Knock Knock*

You have got to be fucking kidding me.

My lips detach from Miles' body and the dissatisfaction on his face is blatantly obvious. Who the fuck would be knocking on my door in the middle of the day? On a fucking weekday at that? If this is someone trying to convert me too a fucking church then I'm about to get seriously fucking blasphemous.

Miles pleads with his eyes for me to keep going and as I lower my lips back down onto his chest I seriously consider agreeing with him, slipping my lips down through his abs and reaching the waistband of his tight boxers just as another pounding on the door hits.

"Tell them to fuck off, we're busy." I try not to laugh at his clear frustration, deciding to edge it further towards that dominating aggression as I plant my lips down in a kiss over his hardening length through the fabric of his underwear and watch his fingers curl into the couch before immediately jumping back up to my feet. "Tease!"

He makes the most beautiful mess, his hair all over the place and his body heaving with need as he stares back up at me from the black leather of the seats behind him. I'm never a tease for long with him, I can't hold back once I have my hands on his body.

The smile on my face is still holding strong as I pull open the door, but it instantly disappears as I see who's standing on the other side.

"Cole."

Shit.

Miles' head shoots up over the back of the couch as he turns to face his father, a man that I've never seen look as uncomfortable as he does now standing in my doorway.

Has he always been this big?

He's big. He's really big. I'm screwed.

Cole scratches at the back of his neck, glancing over my shoulder and trying to see into the house before bringing his attention back to me.

"Um, hello Josh. Is Milo here?" I look past the open door at Miles, only to see him rearranging the cushions on the sofa and trying to make it look like we weren't just about to get it on in the middle of my living room.

I look to him for approval before he stands to his feet and nods, allowing me to open the door more fully and let him come face to face with his father.

"Yeah, do you want to come in?" Cole agrees, stepping past me and into the room where his son is now holding a pillow in front of an area he's seriously trying to hide but only drawing more fucking attention to.

Jesus Christ, stop shuffling Miles, everyone can see what's poking directly into that fucking cushion!

"Umm, just give me a second, I'll be right back." He hurries off up the staircase, not even glancing back as he leaves me alone in the most awkward situation of my fucking life.

Thanks for this Miles. I really appreciate it.

I walk through the house, Cole trailing very slowly behind me as I step into the kitchen, lifting the coffee pot without a word and him nodding his head in exchange before I pour us both a cup.

This is too awkward...

Black coffee is the fucking devil but he looks like that type of guy, and I'm not gonna go fussing around with my vanilla syrup's with the guy already looking at me like he wants to break my fucking neck.

I place his mug down on the counter, making sure to keep myself on the other side as he slips into one of the bar stools. He's a seriously broad guy, I have to be fucking faster than him though. I could definitely make it to Kallie's animal sanctuary on the other side of the world before he caught up with me, I could go play with that baby elephant she has now.

Fuck, I'd rather play touch football with one of her fucking tigers than I would talk with Cole on the other side of my kitchen right now.

"Whatever you had for breakfast smells good." It's a poor attempt at him making conversation but I appreciate him at least taking the first step here.

"Thanks, Miles cooked pancakes." Cole's left eyebrow raises so high that I feel like Dwayne Johnson is going to come crashing through the front door with a cease and desist order for the theft of his intellectual property.

"Milo cooks? Next thing you'll be telling me that you've got him to do the dishes and pick up his fucking shoes too." I smirk, taking a sip of my coffee and glancing over at the dishwasher whilst trying not to chuckle.

"We're still working on the shoes thing." Cole has the slightest upturn in his lips, letting it settle quickly before taking a sip of his own coffee. We wait in silence until we both draw our attention to the staircase in time to see Miles stepping back down, now dressed in shorts and my fucking hoodie. I'm never getting that thing back.

He bypasses his father altogether, walking around the counter and stepping himself in next to me. I'm not sure if it's the right move here but I appreciate the gesture of solidarity.

Cole glances from him to me, not showing a great deal of emotion on his face, but to be fair I think that's just the way that he is. Miles lets his hand fall to his side until his knuckles are gently brushing against mine, a simple but much needed sense of comfort that actually means a lot.

"I came here to talk to you." Cole stares at his son before turning to face me. "To both of you."