Page 52 of Summer with the Single Dad

And as hot as the idea of his cum inside her was—because if he wasn’t full of shame, he’d be puffing his chest like a stupid silverback gorilla—they should have thought about the repercussions of their actions. He should have pulled out.

He should have done a lot of things differently.

Unlike when they started on their run and he didn’t want the silence between them, despite how awkward it was to run back together, he welcomed not talking. Though it also gave him plenty of time to mentally flagellate himself until his brain was bruised and bloody.

This woman made him lose all rational thought.

He offered for her to stay with him, which was so out of character, then he fucked her against a tree.

He just made poor decision, after poor decision when it came to Justine.

She probably regretted it too, which was why she stayed in her room and didn’t join them for breakfast.

Of course, the girls asked where she was, and Aya even went and knocked on her door—against Bennett’s wishes. But Justine said she wasn’t hungry and had some emails to catch up on. A lame excuse, but one he was kind of grateful for.

Like every morning, he and his brothers walked the kids to the bus stop and when Justine drove past them in her SUV as they were walking back, she waved, but avoided eye contact.

Fuck.

“What the hell happened between you two?” Clint asked as they trudged back, ready to start another day of work.

“What do you mean?”

Clint scoffed and gave Bennett an almost impatient look. “Come on. She avoided eye contact with you in the most obvious, but also awkward way. She waved, but it was … I dunno, it was weird. And you got all tense, too. Did something—” He gasped, his mouth dropped open and he stopped in his tracks, but not before giving Bennett a hard shove in the shoulder. You slept with her.”

Dom and Wyatt gaped at Bennett.

Bennett pulled in a deep breath through his nose and dropped his gaze to his feet.

“When?” Wyatt asked.

Bennett lifted his head and glared at Clint.

“He’s not denying it,” Dom said with a smirk.

“When?” Clint said, repeating Wyatt’s question.

Bennett rolled his eyes and shoved his hands into his pockets. “This morning. While on our run.”

“Our run?” Clint mocked. “You’re running together?”

“Yesterday we found out we both run. So then today we figured we’d run together since we leave at the same time. I offered to leave after her, but she said no.”

“So you did it while on your run?” Wyatt asked. “How the hell did that work? Fitness tights are impossible to get off, even if the woman is lying on a bed.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“Where?” Dom probed a little firmer.

“Against a tree a couple of miles away,” Bennett said with exasperation.

His brothers all stopped in their tracks. Mirror-image, wide-open, codfish mouths on their faces.

“I’d expect that from Wyatt, even Dom. And definitely Jagger, but never in a million years did I think stick-up-his-ass, Bennett McEvoy, would have sex with a virtual stranger against a tree.” Clint shook his head, then glanced up at the sky. “Nope. Sky’s still blue.” He pinched his wrist. “Nope. Not dreaming.”

Wyatt and Dom snorted.

Bennett merely rolled his eyes. “It’s not like we planned it.”

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