Chances

Layla has had a crush on her best friend's older brother, Karter, for a very long time. Now that she's finally eighteen and he's home from college, she intends to make a move, choosing a time when she knows he's alone. But her courage fails her. Fortunately for her, she isn't the only one who has been thinking about making a move. And Karter won't be the least bit shy about getting what he wants...

Excerpt:
I knew my best friend wasn’t home, but the truck that her older brother always drove was parked in front of their house. That was reason enough for me to gather up my courage and ring the doorbell.

No answer.

I pressed it again.

Then knocked.

Finally, inside the house, there were the sounds of banging and stumbling and a lot of cursing. The door was yanked open. “What the fuck is so—oh, hi, Layla.”

I suppose it was a good thing that he’d calmed down quite a bit when he realized who I was. Or not. I didn’t know any longer. “Hey, Karter. I heard you were back in town.” I was proud of how calm I sounded. How normal.

“Krissy isn’t home.”

I pushed past him and stepped into the house that I knew as well or maybe even better than my own. I had spent a lot of time here throughout the last year, in particular, rather than staying at home to watch my parents’ marriage fall apart.

That was also one reason I was really looking forward to starting college next month. It would give me a chance to get away for months at a time.

There was just one thing I wanted before I left.

A chance with Karter.

To show him I could be more than his kid sister’s best friend, if he’d only notice me.

He grumbled but didn’t immediately try to kick me out, which I took as a good sign. “You okay?”

“Yeah. Why?’

“Kris told me—”

“More than she should, I’m sure,” I interrupted. I didn’t want to talk about or even think about those things right now. I’d already dwelled on them more than I should.
Karter fell silent, but his breathing seemed strangely loud even though I knew he was on the other side of the room.

I sneaked a peek at him.

He looked like he had dressed in haste. His t-shirt was not only inside out, it was backwards.

And he was only wearing a pair of boxers.

My breath caught.

Not just because he looked damn good. He always did, and this just rolled out of bed look was particularly appealing.

But also because I could tell that he had a hard-on.

For me?

As much as I wanted to think he might… I knew it was unlikely. Remembering how long it had taken him to answer the door and his general state of undress.

He might have a girl with him. In his room.

That didn’t seem likely, however. Surely any girl would have come out to see what was going on, especially if they heard their guy talking to another girl.

The other possibility made me press my thighs together as my pussy grew wet. Well, wetter than it already was, just from being around him.

He’d probably been taking matters into his own hands, so to speak.

Jerking off, to put it crudely.