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He rocks his hips, rubbing his hardening length against the part of me that’s already aching to feel him. “How about I show you?”

Chapter

Sixty-Eight

NATHAN

My phone vibrates on the kitchen counter in front of me, and a text from Drake flashes on the screen.

I’m outside. And I have cappuccino and waffles

Frowning, I text him back.

Have you sent this to the wrong number?

No, dude! I’m outside the elevator to your penthouse. Press a button and let me up

He’s supposed to be in Chicago. What the hell is he doing here? I go to the intercom in the kitchen and check the screen, and sure enough there’s my brother, a goofy smile on his face and a tray of coffee and a brown paper bag in his hands.

I press the button to allow him up, confused as to what’s brought him all the way here but happy to see him. I grab platesfrom the cabinet, and a few moments later, I hear his heavy footsteps coming down the hall.

He holds up the paper bag and the tray containing three coffees. “Hey, bro.”

“I love that you never visit empty-handed.” He places his offerings on the island, and I wrap him in a hug. “But what the hell are you doing here?”

He cocks his head and winces. “I’ve been a shit brother. I should have been here for you, but that trial was…” He blows out a breath. “I’m sorry about you and Mel. And about the baby.”

“You couldn’t be a shit brother if you tried, but thank you.” I hug him again. “I’m fucking stoked you’re here.”

“Yeah, well Mase said Mel was staying with you for a while, but I wasn’t sure if she was still here. I brought her a coffee and some waffles just in case.”

Shit, Mel! I should go tell her we have company before she walks into the kitchen naked, which is how I asked her to dress for breakfast before she jumped in the shower ten minutes ago. Her footsteps coming down the hallway tell me I’m too late. I throw my hand over Drake’s eyes, and he yelps in surprise. A few seconds later, Mel walks into the kitchen. Fortunately not naked, but she is only wearing one of my shirts, which skims her mid-thigh, and I hope to fuck she has panties on under there.

Drake jerks his head away from my hand.

“Drake!” Mel claps her hands together. “It’s so good to see you.”

I don’t miss him taking in her outfit and side-eyeing me. “I brought waffles.”

Her eyes light up. “Then I’m even happier to see you.” She crosses the kitchen and peers into the paper bag before licking her pouty lips. I clear my throat, feeling strangely awkward. The last time I saw my brother, we were talking about divorce papers.

“I’m so sorry about the baby, Mel,” Drake says.

Her eyes fill with sadness, but she smiles at him. “Thank you.”

“Shall we eat?” I suggest.

“Please. I’m starving after…” Her cheeks flush pink, and she presses her lips together. I’m almost certain she wasn’t about to say anything about how hard I fucked her less than half an hour ago. It’s pretty much all I’ve done since I put my ring back on her finger two days ago, but the memory alone is clearly enough to have her blushing like a virgin.

Drake smirks at me. “Did I come at a bad time, bro? Because I can come back later.”

I roll my eyes at him.

“You’re not interrupting anything, Drake,” Mel says sweetly.

I wink at him. “Not right now, anyway.”

“Nate!” Mel squeals, and her blush deepens further. Unable to resist making her squirm, I slip an arm around her waist and kiss her. Looks like all of my brothers will know we’re back together by the end of the day.

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