Page 42 of My Ex-Boyfriend's Brothers

Her face twisted and she stuck out her tongue. “No. If he would’ve pulled my hair, I would’ve pulled his back and not for fun. We had very plain, boring, bad vanilla sex with the lights off. I never came and he never cared. You, Ryan, and Luke are opening up a whole new world for me.”

I swallowed. A tsunami of jealousy and rage at our youngest brother hit me hard. “That was very open and honest of you.”

Her laughter bubbled out of her and she even snorted she laughed so hard. “You asked! Come on, you big baby. Take me home and let me make you forget the rest of the world.”

I ran my hand down to her ass and squeezed. “I want to murder that guy, Brad, and any other man who’s ever looked at you. I don’t know if I can make it back to the resort.”

She tipped her chin towards the back of the bar. “Bathroom?”

My fingers flexed. “Not unless you want the entire bar to know I’m trying to fuck you through the floor tonight.”

“There was a motel up the road. The sign said they rent by the hour.” She licked her lips and her eyes flashed with excitement. “I’ve never been a rent by the hour girl, Jackson. For you, though…”

I gripped her hand and dragged her out of the bar. My dick was so hard that it could’ve driven my bike by itself. Maggie and I both yanked the leather over her body, with me stealing a fewtouches as I went. I didn’t bother to even buckle my helmet as I pulled out of the parking lot. Desperate wasn’t a strong enough word. Not even close.

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***Maggie***

Islowly climbed off the back of Jackson’s motorcycle once we were parked back at the resort. I was fighting a bout of giggles that won every time I met his gaze. I really shouldn’t have been laughing at him but I couldn’t stop. Our night had taken such a weird turn that I wasn’t sure poor Jackson would ever recover.

“I can feel you laughing in your head.” Jackson grumbled at me as he pulled my helmet off.

I bit my lip hard and shook my head, despite the tears filling my eyes from trying to hold back the laugh. I made the mistake of glancing up at him, though, and let out a bark of laughter that probably woke up everyone at the resort. “Sorry! I’m sorry!”

Jackson growled at me but he wasn’t nearly as intimidating as usual with the day’s date stamped across his forehead in bright red ink and a steadily darkening black eye. Not to mention the wet spot on his crotch from where he’d held a bag of ice for nearly half an hour before he could move normally.

The cheap motel I’d suggested had turned out to be a little bit of a wild ride. I’d been a little overeager to get us into a room and the night clerk working the counter had been a little high. The combination hadn’t gone well. I rushed the clerk a little too much for his liking and he let me know I was ruining his high. I told him that he was cock blocking. He accused me of trying to have a three-way with him because he’d somehow gotten that I wanted him to join us.

I might’ve gotten a little carried away with my hand gestures as I boldly let him know that I had all I could handle with Jackson. One of those gestures might have possibly hit Jackson right in the cock the clerk was blocking. Jackson fell forward in pain and the clerk thought he was being attacked so he threw an old-fashioned stamp at Jackson’s face and landed the hit mid forehead. In my efforts to defend Jackson, I accidentally punched him in the eye. He went down hard and then the clerk and I just stared at each other in shock. In the end, he’d gotten Jackson ice and we’d exchanged numbers so we could laugh about the misunderstanding at some later date.

Had I nearly killed Jackson instead of giving him a night of great sex? Maybe. Was I terribly sorry for him and for myself? Definitely. Was I still having the giggles over the whole thing and risking Jackson murdering me? Yep.

“How can one woman do so much damage without trying?” His voice was still strained. “Leave the leathers on and help me get to the closest cabin.”

I nodded, still laughing. “Of course. I’m so sorry, Jackson. I don’t know what happened. I think I was just too excited, you know?”

He grunted and put his arm around me for support. “You’re a monster.”

“I know. I really am. Kyle thought so, too.” I saw the question on his face. “The clerk, Kyle. He asked me if I wanted a job working security.”

“Fuck Kyle.” Limping down the path towards the cabins, Jackson sighed. “I don’t mean that. It wasn’t Kyle’s fault. Not all of it.”

“So… Fuck me?”

He fought a grin and only just barely managed to contain it. “Not tonight.”

I laughed harder, slightly delirious from the day’s events. “I promise I’m going to make it up to you. Ice, kisses, expensive whiskey. Whatever you want, Jackson.”

“Kisses?” He stopped walking and frowned at me. “Where?”

I glanced down at his pants and wagged my brows.

“Keep talking. Maybe I’ll forgive you.”

“Maggie? Jackson?” Brad’s voice cut through the quiet night like a bomb going off.

I looked up and saw that he was walking towards us from the lodge, his hands in fists at his sides and his face a mask of anger that he only just softened when he got closer to us. I knew he hadn’t heard me offering to kiss Jackson’s sore penis better so I wasn’t sure what to expect from him.

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