Page 38 of My Ex-Best Friends

“I want more. From Brooke, I mean.” I glanced back at where one of the other dads had taken my spot and scowled. “Fucking vultures.”

“What do you mean by more?” Colt looked about as happy as I felt as he watched the guy with Brooke.

“I want her. I don’t know what it means but I like having her in my house. I like touching her, kissing her, being near her. I’m going to go for it.” I took a deep breath. “Which brings me to the two of you.”

Colt turned that dark glare on me. “You don’t get to decide thatyouwant her and tell us to stay away.”

Noah’s expression was even darker. “Where Brooke is concerned, I’m not going to be the good friend and back down.”

“Relax, both of you. Jesus.” I gripped both of their shoulders. “We shared her before. I don’t think she’d choose one of us. She wants all three of us and I’m willing to give her that. It felt right the first time and we were just a bunch of awkward kids.”

They both settled, understanding what I was saying. Noah looked over at Brooke again and swore. “If she doesn’t take that fucking bathing suit off, it’ll take all three of us to keep these assholes away from her. I’m in. Fuck it. Why not?”

Colt was already striding away from us. He shouted back over his shoulder. “What he said, but filthier.”

31

***Brooke***

“Yeah, I’m big in the investment scene. Have you ever heard of a little company called Google?” Jerry Mayhew grinned at my tits and leaned closer. “I own stock in a company that’s going to blow it out of the water.”

I told myself that stabbing some little girl’s dad through the eye with Janet’s paintbrush wasn’t good party guest etiquette. “That’s great.”

“Yeah, investing is how I got my sexy little lady.” He looked like he was trying to throw his hair over his shoulders but he had maybe six hairs on the top of his head and they were all frozen in place, probably from embarrassment. “I mean my car! You thought I meant a woman, huh? Nah, no wife for me right now. I’m always looking, though!”

Janet snorted from behind him and I thought maybe I hadn’t given the woman a fair shake. She’d been offended by being replaced, fairly so, but she’d been glaring at me for almost two hours. That snort made me think we could get along, however.

“So, yeah, I own this Dodge Charger. It’s a new model. Cherry red.” He smacked his lips as he stared even harder at my chest. “Do you want to go out with me tonight? I could give you a real ride. In my car, of course.”

A dark figure loomed over us and I looked up to see Colt glaring at Jerry. He slowly leaned down until we were all face to face to face. “Hey, Brooke?”

I had to ignore Jerry’s loud gulp. “Yeah, Colt?”

“You want to take a ride in Jerry’s car?”

I winced. “No. Not really. Sorry.”

“You want to know why she doesn’t want to take a ride in your car, Jerry?” Colt’s eyes were deadly serious.

Jerry’s forehead started sweating. “I don’t think-”

“She doesn’t want to take a ride in your car, Jerry, because she’s going to be busy ridingmetonight. And those tits you couldn’t stop drooling over? They’re going to be painted with my come. Do you get the picture?” Colt placed his hand on Jerry’s shoulder. “Now I’d like to get my face painted like a cat by Brooke, so if you’d kindly fuck off?”

Jerry didn’t utter another sound as he hurried off. I felt kind of bad for the guy, even though he’d been a creep.

Colt was still standing as he gripped the back of my head and roughly tipped my head back. Staring down at me with starving eyes, he growled low in his throat before lowering his mouth to mine and kissing me like he owned me. He didn’t hold back and I felt thoroughly plundered by the kiss. When he let me go, I nearly fell off the back of my stool.

He caught me and then sat in front of me, eyes heavy with desire. “Come on, Brooke. Paint your pussy all over my face.”

I remembered where we were and gasped. “Colt! I can’t believe you did and said any of that!”

Janet snorted again. “Served that dickhead right. He grabbed my ass at a party a week ago.”

Colt moved like he was going to stand up. “Fucking asshole.”

I gripped his thighs and stopped him. “You’re not going to chase down Jerry Mayhew at Sinclair’s birthday party. Noah would murder you and then who would I ride tonight?”

Even though I’d said the last part as a joke, his mouth parted and he ran his tongue over his bottom lip. “That’s a fair point.”

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