Give and Take: A Sinfully Delightful Series

By Alexia Chase

Can a hardened ex-military man find love with his best friend's younger brother?

Remy

Brandon was Remy's first kiss and first love eight years ago. But falling for your older brother's best friend doesn't lead to a happily ever after.

Brandon

It's complicated when you fall for your best friend's younger, and straight brother. After one slipup, Brandon fled to join the service where he found his calling but hardened his heart.

What happens when Brandon comes back? Is Remy saving himself for his brother's best friend? Or is Remy the player Brandon thinks he is?

Can Remy convince Brandon he's worth the risk of blowing up their family's dynamics and thawing his heart?

Or is it already too late?

Do you like to feel the rapid heartbeat and fluttering butterflies of falling in love?

Give and Take is a standalone forbidden, brother's best friend, male/male unrequited love romance novella between two heroes who deserve their own happily ever after told in dual points of view...all set in the Alexia Chase's Sinfully Addictive World.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Alexia Chase
• Release date: Dec 22, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201187132

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Book Excerpt

Remy pulled off his helmet and hung it on the handlebar. Once he was confident his bike would stay in place, he turned to survey Brandon. He was dressed in well-worn jeans and a skin-tight white t-shirt. Remy’s mouth watered as he imagined running his hands down Brandon’s body. Would he feel as buff as he appeared?

How long have you had it? Brandon asked as he walked around the motorcycle to take in the skull design.

About a year. Remy swung his leg over the Harley and walked to stand inside Brandon’s space. He raised his eyebrows. Friends hug, right?

Brandon’s eyes widened as he stood still. Sure.

Don’t look so scared. I don’t bite. Remy threw his arms around Brandon and tugged him closer. His head spun as he inhaled Brandon’s scent. He smelled like musk and sex. Remy’s cock tightened and strained against the fly of his jeans. Brandon’s large hands clapped him on the back.

Unless you want me to, Remy whispered against Brandon’s ear. He felt Brandon’s shoulders shudder. Fuck. What would Brandon do if he kissed him? Kiss him back or run?

Good to know.

Remy dropped his arms, stood back, and cocked an eyebrow. Do you want me too?

I don’t think that is a good idea.

Why not?

Brandon rubbed his face. Let’s just go inside.

Fine. We’ll discuss this later. Remy turned and walked away from his bike toward the front door.

Son of a bitch, Brandon muttered.

Remy smiled. Brandon could pretend all he wanted that he wasn’t interested, but he knew Brandon wasn’t immune to being around him. Could he get his steely resolve to break? Just for a minute?

Chapter One

Remy

Remington Woodson tugged open the door to the bar where he was meeting his older siblings, Rissa and Rob. They were gathered to celebrate Rob and Katie Stone’s pending nuptials.

Rissa would be there with her husband, Joe Thompson, and his sister, Lacey, and her husband, Ryker Hargrave. Remy loved spending time with his siblings and their motley crew of friends. Even though he was the odd man out with no significant other, they never made him feel like a seventh wheel. 

Rob glanced across the room and motioned to him. Remy! Come on over.

Hey, guys! Remy waved to the group as he weaved his way through the other guests in the bar.

To an outsider, the men in their party probably appeared intimidating with their massive physiques and extensive tattoos designs. However, inkwork was second nature to them as the Woodson siblings operated a tattoo shop, which they’d inherited from their parents when good old Mom and Dad skipped town to open a biker bar in Vegas.

Remy smiled when he reached their table. Sorry, I couldn’t get here any earlier. I had a late test.

No worries. Rissa stood and embraced him.

Remy wrapped his arms around his sister while being careful not to squish her massive, pregnant belly. Her baby was due in less than two months. It was hard to believe that his oldest sibling was having a baby, which would make him an uncle for the first time. He was totally stoked to have a little one in the family.

As Rissa returned to her seat, Remy spun a chair around, straddled it, plopped down, and poured himself a mug of beer out of the pitcher on their table. His eyes strayed to a box placed on the table in front of Rob and Katie. What’s in the box?

It’s either a sex toy or a bomb. Rob tapped it with his finger.

Um…Sounds fun. Let’s open it up and see. Remy glanced around the table. Where’s Brandon?

He’s not here yet. Katie frowned.

Maybe we should wait for him in case it’s a bomb. I’m sure he knows some secret tricks of the trade, Remy said. Katie’s half-brother, Brandon Stone, should have been there before he arrived. Was he standing them up?

I bet. Rob crossed his arms and studied Remy.

What? Remy gave his brother a pointed look and then returned his attention to the box. Rob needed to mind his own business. Remy’s ridiculous infatuation with Brandon, Rob’s best friend from high school, was a topic not worth pursuing.

Lacey clapped her hands and bounced in her seat. Open it. I can’t wait any longer. Not that bouncing was an easy feat for her as she was also pregnant with her and Ryker’s first child.

Okay. Katie’s face flushed. As she opened the package, her breath caught.

Rob picked up the strap-on dildo by its black belt. You want Katie to fuck me in the ass?

Ryker and Joe shuddered as Remy bit his bottom lip. Holy shit. He couldn’t believe that they had brought a strap-on to the bar. Although the apparatus did hold some appeal, Remy would much rather explore anal sex with Brandon.

What the hell is wrong with me? Remy hadn’t seen Brandon in eight years. Brandon probably had a face like a hairy ass by now.

Lacey and Rissa laughed. Don’t let them fool you. Joe and Ryker enjoy a good pegging.

Katie’s eyes were wide as she grabbed Rob’s hand under the table. Please let that be his hand. Remy wasn’t in the mood to see a demonstration.

Rob stared at the ceiling and shook his head. Fine.

Brandon! Rissa waved at the last member of their party.

Remy’s heart skipped a beat as he watched Brandon stroll across the wooden floor of the bar. His gaze took in everything at once, from Brandon’s military crew cut to the tight black t-shirt that covered his broad chest and then, all the way down to his Army boots. Hairy ass? Fuck, no. Brandon was hot as sin.

Katie jumped up and embraced Brandon. It’s good to see you. I’m glad you could make it.

You too, Sis. Brandon held on for several seconds before he stepped back. Hey, guys. It’s good to see everyone.

Brandon, this is my husband, Joe, his sister, Lacey, and her husband, Ryker. Rissa motioned to the three of them.

Nice to meet you, Brandon said and grabbed the end seat between Remy and Rob.

Brandon, Remy nodded at him. The muscles in his neck and back were tense.

Remy.

When Remy looked away from Brandon, he caught Katie staring at him. Shit. He didn’t need Brandon’s sister jumping to conclusions. Get a grip. There is no jumping to conclusions. He’d been enamored by Brandon since he was sixteen years old, but nothing would come from it. Brandon would never admit he was attracted to another man.

****

Brandon

As Brandon settled into his seat, the rest of the group continued to talk amongst themselves.

It’s been a long time, Remy said.

Yeah.

How’s everything going?

Good. Brandon nodded his head.

Remy frowned and filled his beer mug. This would be a long couple of weeks as they prepared for Rob and Katie’s wedding.

What the fuck was he supposed to say to the first person he’d kissed? The guy that immediately ran off and joined the Army to avoid any developing feelings between them. The jackass that Remy had never been able to get over.

What’s in the box? Brandon pointed to the package in front of Katie.

Remy’s breath caught. Would he be able to say it without blushing to his toes?

It’s a strap-on dildo. Rissa and Lacey were kind enough to buy it for us.