Page 39 of The Brothers Next Door

Chapter 16

Layla

At this moment, with Darrin’s spent dick in my hand, I felt incredible. After spending the night with two of the sexiest men I’d ever met, I felt like I was some sort of sex goddess. It was something I wasn’t used to feeling. Being with Craig, sex was mediocre and familiar. There was no excitement in it, or sense of adventure. There was no promise of new and exciting things. We’d had a routine and we stuck to it. As time went on, even the instances of routine sex became few and far between.

I was in my mid-twenties and for the past few years I’d felt like I was stuck in a sexual relationship of a couple married for decades who’d given up. Sure I couldn’t blame it all on Craig, because I was also a part of the relationship, and I hadn’t put much effort in rejuvenating it. I’d never went to the sex store for him, but then again, he was having a helluva lot more sex than I was the last few months of our relationship.

“Layla Chambers, you’re an amazing woman,” Darrin said, smiling down on me. His smile and the desire that still lingered in his eyes made me warm and tingly inside. There was a connection between us, something undeniable and something I’d never felt with anyone else, aside from his brother.

I hardly thought of myself as amazing. I was average at best, at everything in my life, or at least that was the way it felt sometimes. But with Darrin looking down at me, I felt as though I were amazing and wonderful and all the good things they’d said about me. And it felt good.

Grinning, I lowered my gaze, hoping he didn’t see the rosy hue that I was sure was colouring my cheeks at that moment, and gave him a playful slap on the shoulder. “You’re not too bad yourself, Sparky.”

He cocked a brow up at me and his grin widened. “Sparky, huh?”

I shrugged and then reached around him to grab the shampoo while he exited the bath tub and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around his waist. He left the bathroom while I finished up shampooing and conditioning my long, dark hair. Once done, I wrapped a towel around my hair, turban style, and then pulled a pink terry cloth robe on around me.

My first thought was that he’d returned to the bedroom to get dressed, but the smell of bacon coming from the kitchen told me otherwise.

Standing in front of the stove flipping a pancake while minding the bacon and hash browns was Darrin, wearing nothing but the towel he’d wrapped around himself, which hung low on his hips, giving me an oh-so-dreamy view of his lower back. The man was fucking built. How in the hell I managed to land not just one but two of these sexy men was beyond me, but I wasn’t going to second guess it.

“Making breakfast in a towel? Is that a normal thing for you?”

He looked over his shoulder at me and winked. “Normally, I cook breakfast naked.”

“Then you’ll have to invite me over in the mornings,” I teased back, taking a seat on the bench at the kitchen table. “Do you need any help?”

“Nah, I got this covered. Nate is still sleeping. His days off he usually sleeps in ‘til near noon. I don’t think being in your bed will make much difference.”

I shrugged. “No worries. I could use the company.”

We chatted for a while until breakfast was served and Darrin took a seat on the bench across from me. Despite the noise we were making and the smell of the delicious food, Darrin was right, Nate hadn’t even stirred. He did continue to snore softly.

“So why are you single, Darrin?” I’d asked similar questions before, but was hoping after last night, and then again this morning, he’d be a little more candid.

“It’s complicated.”

“I’ve got all weekend,” I joked.

“Yes, and so do I, so I guess that’s not the best answer.”

“I’ll take any answer I can get.”

He took a bite of his pancake and chewed. Once done, he sighed. “Nate and I are two very different people. If we didn’t look identical and weren’t cops you’d be hard pressed to peg us for related, let alone twins.”

I cocked my head to the side, forgetting all about the scrumptious meal he’d made us, and gave him my full attention. “Okay.”

“Nate is and has always been the extrovert. He’s the one that got invited to parties, I’d tag along. He was the one that got all the women and was never satisfied with just one, he wanted them all.”

From what I knew so far about his brother that sounded about right. He didn’t make promises and didn’t form relationships. He’d been upfront about that from the get-go. Having his brother reconfirm that made me feel worse than it should have, though.

“To him dating is easy. Getting women is easy. He doesn’t form strong bonds and he’s happy that way. He lives for the rush of a new relationship.”

“But you’re not.”

Darrin shook his head. “No, I’m not. I like the familiarity of the same woman. I love learning about a woman I’m interested in and discovering every part of who she is, even after the initial excitement has worn off. If you really love a person then you never get bored and stop wanting to learn about who they are.”

“Sounds like you know what you’re talking about.”

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