Page 73 of Secret Baby for My Brother's Best Friends

Sam freezes too, with his hand on the handle, taking note of it a second after I do.

I caught Sam earlier this evening, right as he was about to leave his house.

I'd gone over there to yell at him for not telling us that Chelsea was sick, only to find that he was on his way to see her again, without telling us.

"I didn't think that I had to inform you," was his answer, and frustrating as it was to hear, he was right,

While he has jumped headfirst into this fatherhood thing, both Jake and I are still trying to find our footing with the whole matter, and it's not his job to guide us.

We should have called to check in on her anyway. We should be more attentive and not rely on him to relay news.

So, I insisted on coming with him tonight. I thought it would be simple enough.

We would show up at her door, make sure she was okay, and then leave.

But I didn’t think we would find her clearly having sex with Jake.

Fuck, Jake, what have you done?

I glance at Sam, who's not looking at me. His expression is incredibly hard to read, but I can't imagine it feels good to find the woman you want screwing your best friend.

"Sam,” I start, though I don't even know what to say. Not to mention that the distracting sounds continue, teasing the edges of my sanity too, with possibilities I don't want to consider right now.

"Sam, listen," I try again, but he doesn’t listen.

Instead, he pushes open the door that she left unlocked and stares at them.

Fuck, I stare at them too, at the clear passion in their movements, the hunger they have for each other.

God, she’s so hot and needy. She’s rearing up against him, grabbing his hair, scoring his back. My skin stings watching it because I want that to be me. And I see how much he enjoys it too, throwing his head back, his face alive with stark heat.

That’s when I realize. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him like that before.

I’ve seen him have sex dozens of times, but this is the first time I’m envisioning that look on his face. Usually, he’s smiling clearly, having fun despite the flush of desire. He’s teasing, gentle, soft. With her, he’s not.

He’s tenser than a motherfucker, and he looks like he wants to eat her up, but he’s also on the verge of blowing his load, and he's trying so hard to control it.

His eyes shut again, and I see the valiant effort it takes for him to even attempt to pull back.

But then she grabs his ass and bites his nipple through his shirt, and he makes a sound like a dying man.

Sam makes a noise too, in his throat.

She sees us then.

I glance over and find Sam has an intense focus and a wild look in his eyes.

But he doesn't seem mad. No. His eyes are greedy, and he’s as hard as rock. He’s turned on beyond belief. Heck, so am I.

We should leave. We’re intruding on a private moment, and we should not be here.

But then Jake snarls, "One of you get over here before I lose it."

He knows we're here. He's giving us permission. But we need her permission too.

I think I find it when her eyes meet mine. When she reaches out to me, with a desperate cry, her body undulating under him. Samdoesn't hesitate. He walks to her first and drops to his knees, fusing their lips together. She grabs his hair and deepens the kiss, their tongues tangling as she releases her hold on Jake. He pushes himself off her, breathing hard and staring at the ceiling.

I don’t know if he hates Sam in that moment, or if he’s relieved that she can turn her attentions elsewhere to give him space to breathe and maybe control himself.