Page 40 of My Ex-Boyfriend's Brothers

“That little shit wouldn’t do anything if it wasn’t for him.” Standing up straight, Jackson ran his eyes down my body. “We’re going dancing. Are your shoes going to hurt your feet?”

I laughed at Luke’s unhappy face and then looked down at my flats. “Can I change? I haven’t been dancing in so long!”

“Go ahead. We’re taking the bike. I still want a dress, though.” Jackson’s grin was filthy. “Please.”

Luke threw up his hands. “I don’t know if this is going to work.”

Jackson patted his shoulder and gently eased me towards the exit. “We’ll come home to your cabin tonight if you’re going to throw a fit about it.”

A flutter of emotions washed over me as I watched them easily settle how they’d take care of each of their needs for me. As ridiculous as it sounded, they were pretty good at sharing. “Be right back!”

When I came back from changing into a new, flirty dress and heels, Luke was gone and Jackson was waiting with a hungrysmile for me. He took my hand when I reached him and spun me around. I felt the flowy bottom of my dress fly up, exposing my thighs, and heard Jackson’s sharp take of breath.

“Maybe we should stay here…” He saw my expression fall and grinned. “I’m kidding, Bubbles. I’m taking you out. I’m just going to have a very hard time keeping my hands to myself. You look beautiful. I’ll start there. You also look like sex on heels, like I could bend you over right here and-”

“Jackson!” I laughed and lightly slapped his chest. “Take me dancing. Please.”

“Whatever you want, Bubbles. Literally whatever you want.” He pushed the door open for me and the chilled night air raised goosebumps on my legs and arms instantly. Jackson noticed, of course, because his eyes hadn’t left me for a single second. “I thought ahead.”

I watched him jog to his motorcycle and come back to me with his leather jacket in one hand and something that looked like leather pants in the other. Raising my eyebrows at the pants, I shook my head. “What the hell is that?”

“As much as I love the idea of you riding behind me with no pants on, you need to be safe first. We’re taking the highway tonight and I’m not chancing those sexy legs. These will be too big but they’ll cover you during the drive. So, don’t complain.” He studied me with a stern expression and nodded when I didn’t argue. “Good. Luke was already bitching at me before he knew I had these. My brother is not only worried about your safety, he’s also jealous as hell about the idea of any other man seeing your bare thighs while you ride with me. It’s the first time I’ve ever known him to be possessive.”

I lifted my leg when he knelt down to help me into the leather pants. “I never thought any of you would be possessive or jealous. You always seemed so open and carefree with the few relationships I heard about.”

Snorting, he didn’t even look up at me as he answered. “They weren’t you.”

I stayed quiet while he pulled the pants up and buttoned them over my dress. They were much too big, a very flattering feeling, but I was instantly warmer. I stared at him, amazed at how lightly he could say something like that, something that made me seem so special.

“Alright. Into the jacket, Bubbles.” He finished wrapping me in his leather gear and stepped back to smirk. “Honestly, you make them look good. Maybe I’ll get you a set of your own for our drives.”

Butterflies erupted. “Planning lots of drives for us?”

“Fuck yeah. Also, I lied. I ran one errand today.” He pulled a smaller helmet off the bike that I hadn’t even noticed. It was bright pink with yellow daisies all over. “I tried to find one with bubbles on it, but it turns out that it’s not super common. This one reminded me of you, though. Bright, cute, and it makes me smile.”

I fought back an overly emotional response as he buckled me into my new favorite headgear. “Thank you.”

He patted the top and slung his leg over the bike before turning to help me climb on behind him. “Come on, Bubbles. Let’s go paint the town.”

34

***Jackson***

I’d made a mistake. I hadn’t considered that Maggie would have to take the pants and jacket off. Standing outside of a busy bar, I had to stand there and bite my tongue while I watched her strip down to the tiny dress she’d chosen. As her curves slowly came back into view, I let out a groan and glanced around to make sure no one else was watching. Seemed I had a bit of a possessive streak, too.

“You okay?” Maggie shrugged out of the jacket and smiled up at me as she ran her fingers through her hair. “You’re making a lot of sounds right now.”

I shoved the leathers into the saddle at the back of the bike and took her hand. “Seeing you undress in any shape or form is always going to make me hard.”

Her eyes dropped down to my dick and narrowed. “You don’t look hard.”

I loved her being sassy. It was hot as fuck. I spun her into my arms and rocked my hips into her so she could feel that under my jeans, I was painfully hard. “Do I feel hard?”

She bit her lip and nodded. “Very.”

The heavy door to the bar opened behind her and loud country music poured out. I glanced up and blew out a hard breath. “Let’s go in before I drag you behind the bar.”

I opened the door for her and followed closely behind her. I kept myself pinned to her back as I gently led her towards the bar. The room was crowded and the dance floor full of couples moving together to the slow drawl of the singer playing overhead. I scanned the people around us with a dark scowl on my face to make sure they knew to stay the fuck away from her.

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