Hometown Calling: My Best Friend’s Sister, #1

By Lexy Timms

"Little sister don't you do what your big sister does…"

HIM: It's my best friend's wedding, and I'm more than happy to be a groomsman. The only thing is, my best friend is the bride. And we used to be more than friends. The groom isn't exactly stoked to have me there, either, so the deck is already stacked against me. And that's before I see that her little sister has grown up and become a knockout. She's forbidden. So why can't I stop myself?

HER: He never spared me a glance in high school. He keeps telling me all the reasons why we shouldn't, but I'd like nothing better than showing him exactly why we should. I know I can't have him, so why do I want him so bad?

My Best Friend's Sister

Book 1 – Hometown Calling

Book 2 – A Perfect Moment

Book 3 – Thrown in Together

• Language: English
• Publisher: Dark Shadow Publishing
• Release date: Apr 8, 2019
• ISBN: 9781386658481

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Hometown Calling Blurb

LITTLE SISTER DON’T you do what your big sister does...

HIM: It’s my best friend’s wedding, and I’m more than happy to be a groomsman. The only thing is, my best friend is the bride. And we used to be more than friends. The groom isn’t exactly stoked to have me there, either, so the deck is already stacked against me. And that’s before I see that her little sister has grown up and become a knockout. She’s forbidden. So why can’t I stop myself?

HER: He never spared me a glance in high school. He keeps telling me all the reasons why we shouldn’t, but I’d like nothing better than showing him exactly why we should. I know I can’t have him, so why do I want him so bad?

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My Best Friend’s Sister

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Hometown Calling Blurb

Chapter 1 Chase

Chapter 2 Mira

Chapter 3 Chase

Chapter 4  Mira

Chapter 5 Chase

Chapter 6  Mira

Chapter 7 Chase

Chapter 8 Mira

Chapter 9 Chase

Chapter 10 Mira

Chapter 11 Chase

Chapter 12 Mira

Chapter 13  Chase

Chapter 14 Mira

Chapter 15 Chase

Chapter 16 Mira

Chapter 17 Chase

Chapter 18 Mira

Chapter 19 Chase

Chapter 20 Mira

Chapter 21 Chase

Chapter 22 Mira

Chapter 23 Chase

Chapter 24 Mira

Chapter 25 Chase

Chapter 26 Mira

Chapter 27 Chase

Chapter 28 Mira

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Chapter 1

Chase

T his is your Captain speaking; we are now starting our descent into Portland. Please fasten your seatbelts if you haven’t already, and be aware of the incoming turbulence. High winds and rain are forecasted for the entire day, and it’s a cool and breezy sixty degrees. Thank you for flying with us and welcome to Portland.

I drew in a deep breath and closed my eyes. Thankfully, next weekend was supposed to be all sunshine, all day long. Which meant the rain needed to get in what it needed to before my best friend got married. As the plane started slowly circling into Portland airspace, I sighed. I was excited to be back in Portland to see Melanie again. Especially on such an important occasion. I hadn’t actually seen her in person for years. We kept in touch with phone calls and texts, maybe the occasional email during work. Things like that. But, I hoped things wouldn’t be awkward between me and her groom.

You know, since Melanie and I used to date.

Once upon a time, I loved that woman. I devoted everything to her, and would have done anything for her. But, time goes by and things happen. It turned out that Melanie and I were better off as friends than we ever were as lovers. However, that fact didn’t diminish how awkward things became sometimes whenever I was around her fiancé.

He still thought there was something between us.

I figured things couldn’t be too bad. I mean, her fiancé had asked me to be one of his groomsmen. Whether it was to keep an eye on me or because he had gotten over my prior relationship with Melanie, I wasn’t sure. Either way, I couldn’t wait to hug Melanie’s neck after all these years being gone, and tell her just how happy I was for her.

Maybe then, her fiancé would stop giving me the virtual side-eye in the form of random check-up text messages.

Melanie and I dated in high school. All throughout, actually. She was my high school sweetheart, and after we both graduated we tried the long-distance thing. She stayed in Oregon to go to college and I went out of state. California, actually. I wanted to be in the sun. On the beach. But, Melanie? Her heart had always been with the mountains and the forests of home. During those two years where we tried to make things work, we simply couldn’t. We grew apart. Our conversations weren’t those of lovers, but those of friends. We found new people and new things we were interested in. And, it only served to accent how different we were in the long-run.

We broke up just before my junior year of college. But, we kept in touch. Celebrated our graduations together. Our friendship never faded, even though the romantic love between us did.

I actually hadn’t been back to Portland at all. Not for holidays or any sort of occasions. Especially since my parents moved out of the state once I moved away for college. But, her getting married? That was an occasion I could get behind.

And I couldn’t wait to be a groomsmen and celebrate this momentous transition with the only person I’d ever considered my best friend.

It took some time for all of us to get off the plane. But eventually, I made it off. I rolled my small carry-on bag behind me and had my small backpack slung over my shoulders. I made my way to baggage claim and plucked my larger suitcase off the rolling rack, then headed out to where all the taxis were. That was one of the few things about Portland I enjoyed. Things were so close together and there were so many taxi services that having someone drive me around was not only always available, but reasonably-priced. For competitive reasons, of course.

I flagged down a taxi and stuffed my things into the trunk before climbing into the back seat.

Where to? the driver asked.

The Marriott, please. The one that’s on the waterfront. In downtown, I said.

Any stops between here and there? Grocery store? Pharmacy? Food, in general?

Actually, if you could wait for me once we get there, I’m just dropping off my stuff.

Will do! the driver exclaimed.

I figured if I was going to be in Portland, I’d enjoy the beautiful aspects of it. I was at a point in my life where I could afford a waterfront view with a balcony, so why not? I had a week to kill, since a groomsmen’s duties weren’t that taxing. In the meantime, I could handle drinks on my balcony every evening. Maybe going out and snagging up a chick or two to bring back. Nothing substantial. Just a little fun between two consenting adults.

Maybe I could even convince Melanie’s future husband to let me take her out on the town for an evening. For old time’s sake.

Wishful thinking.

The driver pulled up to the hotel and I quickly got out. I lugged my stuff out of the trunk and checked in at the front desk, quickly grabbing my key cards. Most of the groomsmen were staying at Patrick’s place. Well, his best man was anyway. I knew of one other guy that was staying there as well, but a couple of the other groomsmen had hotels around town. So, I took the liberty of booking myself a place not too far from anyone, but away from all the riff raff. Part of me knew Patrick only asked me to be his groomsmen to keep an eye on me, but part of me knew Melanie had probably talked him into it in the first place.

Either way, I didn’t want to cause any more tension than was absolutely necessary.

This was Melanie’s day. And I didn’t want to ruin it.

I dropped my things into the room and looked over toward the double doors of the balcony. I heard the water rushing outside, but it would have to wait. I stuffed my hotel keys into my back pocket, quickly making my way back down to the taxi waiting for me.

And when I slipped back into the seat, I rattled off the address to Melanie’s parent’s place.

I didn’t even get pulled up into the driveway before she came running out of the house. I handed the guy a few folded up twenties, then thanked him for his time. I got out just in time to hold out my arms, and Melanie jumped into them. She squealed with delight as I spun her around, a massive smile crossing my face.

Not that anyone could see it with her black curly hair covering my face.

Oh, my gosh! Oh, my gosh! Oh, my gosh! You’re finally back. Finally, finally, finally!

I laughed as I set her down, gazing into her dark brown eyes.

You look radiant. You feeling good about everything? I asked.

I’m just so glad you’re here. Screw how Patrick feels about it. I’m really glad you’re coming, she said.

Well, there was the answer I needed all in one statement. Melanie was definitely the reason I had been asked to be a groomsmen.

I had to admit though, Melanie looked really good. I hadn’t actually seen in her person for years, and she had grown into her body. Legs for days, slim features. Long curly black hair, thick with volume. Her dark brown eyes sparkled with yellow slivers and her petite form boasted of languid lines and soft sensuality.

But, just as I figured, there was no spark. No arousal. No fire blasting through my veins. I was staring into the eyes of my best friend. The person that knew me better than anyone in my entire life.

She simply happened to be a girl.

I’m not going to lie, I figured only your parents would be here, I said, grinning.

Well, I’m staying here all week. You know, a bit of separation between Patrick and I to help, you know, spice things up a bit, Melanie said.

I chuckled. You always were one to spice things up.

And that is why Patrick kind of hates your guts.

You really shouldn’t have talked him into making me a groomsmen. That’s not fair to him.

Well, he needed someone to fill the last slot anyway. I mean, I wasn’t going to disappoint one of my bridesmaids because the man doesn’t have many friends. Plus, you’re my best friend. I gave him the option of letting you stand on my side, but the idea of you in a dress doesn’t really sit well with me anyway.

My legs are too hairy.

And your shoulders are too broad, she said, giggling.

I wrapped her up in a massive hug before I kissed the side of her head.

I’m so happy for you, I whispered.

Thank you so much for coming. I wouldn’t want to celebrate this moment with anyone else, she murmured.

Okay, so how much hot water am I walking into with this whole groomsmen thing?

She stepped back and sighed, pushing her hair over her shoulders.

Well, Patrick isn’t really a fan of our relationship, she said.

That much I know. What else?

I don’t know. He has this weird idea that men and women can’t be friends without there being something else.

In his defense, we had our something else before you two met.

But, it isn’t like that. Not anymore, you know? I mean, I look at you and I’m like, ‘yikes, way too beefy for my taste.’ No offense.

None taken. I think.

She laughed. You know what I mean.

Oh, yeah. Totally. I mean, you have chicken legs. Where’s the meat!?

Both of us threw our heads back and laughed.

Anyway, Patrick thinks you’re always looking to have sex with me, or something, Melanie said.

You say that flippantly, but that’s a really serious accusation, I said.

I told him he just had to see us together. He has to see that we’re friends and nothing more.

Then maybe don’t run and jump my bones while he’s around.

What? You didn’t like my hug.

I’m just saying, if I was engaged, I wouldn’t like my betrothed wrapping her long, chicken slim legs around some other dude.

She swatted my arm playfully. Patrick likes my legs, thank you very much.

I hope he likes the rest of you, too, I said.

He does. He’s a good man. Protective, but good.

Protective is always better than not caring at all.

Right!?

And I promise to be on my best behavior around him. But, only if you are, I said.

Ah, well. I guess I can try, she said, sighing.

I smiled at her as she wrapped her arm around mine. She led me toward the porch and I saw her family all gathered around one window. The second we stepped onto the porch, the front door flew open and there, in the doorway, stood the sexiest woman I’d ever seen. She was short, but had this curve to her frame that suited her. She had a thickness to her hips that made me lick my lips. Her shoulders were a bit broad, but her waist was slim. Petite. Like her legs and thighs. Her neck was long and her hair billowed around her chin, framing her rosy red cheeks.

Mira! I told you he was coming tonight, Melanie said.

Wait a second. That girl was Miranda?

Melanie’s little sister!?

You remember Chase, right? Melanie asked.

I watched Miranda’s eyes slide up and down my body, a coy grin playing across her lips.

Her thick, voluptuous lips.

I do, yes, she said.

And her voice. Holy fuck. It was sultry. Lower than most women’s voices. It had this robustness to it that was reflected in her shoulders. Her breasts. Her thighs. Fucking hell, Melanie’s little sister had really grown into her own. And she sure as hell wasn’t little any longer. The last time I’d seen Miranda, she had braces. Glasses. Lanky arms and legs she hadn’t grown into yet.

Melanie’s phone ringing ripped me from my trance.

Shoot, it’s the caterer. I have to take this. Chase? she asked.

Go on. I’ll be fine catching up with your family, I said.

Melanie scooted by her sister, leaving me standing on the porch in awe of how her little sister had grown.

Come on in, Miranda said, giggling.

The sound filled the space between us effortlessly. She had this silent presence to her that was surely overlooked by most. Especially since she was the younger sister. I stepped into the house and forced my eyes away from her. Away from the jet black hair that swooped against her chin and those piercing brown eyes that looked more like pots of honey in the setting sunlight.

I caught a short glimpse of Melanie’s father as he waved at me before he disappeared into the kitchen. Probably to help Melanie with the caterer’s call.

Which left me alone, in the living room, with Miranda.

So, are you just back in town for the wedding? I asked.

I looked over and saw Miranda shaking her head.

Nope. I graduated from college a couple weeks ago, so I’m staying here until I figure out what my next step is, she said.

What did you get your degree in? I asked.

Psychology. I’m trying to find a job as a social worker somewhere around here. Though, my main focus is an apartment right now.

You don’t have a job, but you can swing an apartment?

I worked while I was in college and saved up. I’ve got enough to get me by on bills and rent for the next couple years.

My eyebrows shot up. Wow. That’s impressive.

She smiled. Thank you, Chase.

Her smile lit up her eyes, making their honey shine sparkle even more. But, hearing my name in her sultry voice shot electricity straight to my cock.

Shit.

Well, good luck with the search, I said.

I won’t need luck. I don’t think, at least. I’m pretty confident in my skills. I did well in the internship working with kids I wrapped up a month ago, Miranda said.

I grinned. Confidence. It suits you.

She smiled again, and it punched me straight in the gut.

Have things been nuts preparing for the wedding and all? I asked.

Miranda laughed. Melanie isn’t quite a bridezilla. But, that’s only because she’s giving herself some runway to walk to get there if she needs to.

I laughed heartily. A full-on belly laugh. Because that sounded exactly like the Melanie I knew.

How did I not ever know Miranda had such a sense of humor?

Chapter 2

Mira

Icouldn’t believe my luck. I mean, Mel told me Chase would be a groomsmen, but I had my doubts. Patrick really didn’t like Chase. At all. I heard him grumble and bitch more about Chase than any other person on the planet. Mel’s fiancé really wasn’t a fan of their relationship at all, and I had completely doubted Mel’s ability to

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The best paragraph of the story was when Mira describes how she is gonna be her own person.