The Right Kind of Wrong: A Brother's Best Friend Romance by Fabiola Francisco (find a book to read TXT) 📕

“Hey, baby boy.” I snort when I hear him.

“If this baby is a girl, she’s going to have an identity complex,” I joke.

“Remember, we still have a wager pending. I guess we’ll have to wait to find out the gender, but I’m confident it’s a boy.”

“I’m pretty sure you claimed the prize of that bet tenfold.”

“And I’d do it again in a heartbeat,” his deep voice grows husky.

Flashbacks of our times together have been forefront in my mind. The way he feels, his touch, his gruff words, and the gentle way he holds me. Everything about Camden has been a surprise, and what I’m feeling for him is deeper than I could’ve prepared for.

“Now, let me talk to my child.” I hold the phone on my stomach and smile as I listen to Camden tell the baby about his job, Richmond, and his family.

“I’m gonna teach you to throw a football, and I’ll take you to games,” he promises. “Can’t wait to see you wearing your first sports outfit I got you.”

My eyes water, and I don’t blink back the tears this time. They flow down my cheeks in a combination of joy and sadness.

“Your momma is taking good care of you, and I’ll be there soon,” Camden continues talking as my emotions swirl like a tornado. He must notice when I breathe in loudly because he stops talking for a moment.

I rub my belly with my other hand, grateful that he’s at least being a part of this journey somehow. I close my eyes when he starts talking again, telling the baby all the plans he has. It’s overwhelming, and each time I hear him speak to my stomach, I get choked up in emotion.

“Kiwi,” he says.

“Yeah?” I whisper in a shaky voice.

“Wish I was there.”

“Me too, Camden.” There’s no need to deny it. I want him here with me. He knows it, and I know it.

“Soon,” he promises like he has each time, but being in town means that more clients are trying to get a hold of him to see him in person, which is making it even more difficult for him to fly back. It’s his job to work for them, so I don’t expect him to turn them down and rush over to me.

“What do you have planned this weekend?” he asks.

“Nothing. My colleagues are asking me to go out, but since they don’t know I’m pregnant, I don’t want to go and not drink and raise questions. It will be easier once I tell them.”

“You’re talking to your boss this week, right?”

“Yes, I can’t wait any longer. Besides, I’m starting to show, and I only have so many loose shirts I can get away with.”

Camden chuckles. “Send me a picture of your belly.”

I lift my shirt and open my camera on my phone, snapping a picture and sending it to him. “Check your messages,” I tell him.

Camden groans. “I want to see you in person.”

“Hopefully, soon.”

“I know. I hope so, too. Easton’s flying over here this weekend. He’s going to visit your mom, and he wants to talk. He had told me before I flew back to Richmond that he wanted to talk in person whenever I was in town.”

“Oh…” My eyes widen, and stomach contracts with my deep breath. “Have you spoken to him at all?”

“Nope. I have no idea what he’s going to say.”

“I’ve spoken to him here and there, mostly through text message when he asks how I’m feeling, but he hasn’t brought you up. I figured he was trying to ignore that part of this equation.”

“Thanks for the boost of confidence,” Camden deadpans.

I giggle. “Sorry! I didn’t mean it in a bad way, but he probably didn’t want to think about his best friend and little sister shacking up.” It’s the truth. Easton is protective of me, and it must not be easy to know that Camden and I had sex.

“I’m sure it will be okay. He probably wants to talk about where you stand. He’s your best friend, Camden, and Easton wouldn’t just turn his back on you because of this. He’s loyal to the bone.”

“I know that, but I feel like I was the one who wasn’t loyal.”

“Hey… That’s not true. We slept together, and I just so happened to have gotten pregnant. You didn’t manipulate me into doing anything I didn’t want to.”

“Now, this conversation is making me hard thinking about you.” His voice grows heavy.

“Then, touch yourself.” I surprise myself with my request.

Camden’s voice stutters. “Wh-what?” His own surprise is obvious, but I don’t let it stop me.

“Touch yourself. Tell me how hard you are,” my breathing grows heavier.

“Fuck, Allyson, I never took you for the phone sex kinda girl.” He hisses through his teeth, and my guess is that his hand is wrapped around his dick.

“It’s a first for me,” I confess. “Are you touching yourself?”

“Everything about you makes me hard as steel, no pun intended this time.”

I giggle. “I know what you mean. You turn me on, too.”

“Oh, yeah? How much? Are you wet?” His questions rush out, and I hear him groan. I close my eyes as I imagine him stroking his dick.

“Soaked,” I respond when I sneak a hand into my underwear and feel my slickness. “I wish you were here to take care of me.”

“Soon, babe,” he growls. “Fuck… I want to be inside you.”

“Yeah,” I sigh, lazily rubbing circles over my clit, pretending it’s his rough hand pleasuring me.

“This feels so good, Kiwi. The way you make me feel. You drive me wild, those big green eyes when you look up at me right before you take me in your mouth.”

I moan at his words, thrusting a finger into my pussy. It’s not the same as if he were here, but his voice in my ear helps.

“I’m so tight,” I tell him.

“Finger fuck yourself. I want to hear your moans.”

I thrust my finger faster, bringing my thumb down on my clit,