Page 62 of Rainbow Kisses

Brian’s body tensed, like he wanted to say something but didn’t know how.

“For the record, he wasn’t a dick to me,” I said. “I mean, he was self-centered, but he never was intentionally mean to me. Probably because he knew my brothers would obliterate him if he was. I honestly thought he cared for me, and…” I sighed. “Okay, I’m not proud of this, but he was nice to look at and hehad a good body. And my brothers hated him, and yes, I know that makes me a brat, but— You know what? I don’t have to explain myself to you.”

With a huff, I sat up, ignoring the amazing view of Brian’s naked body on display, and scrambled off the couch. Which probably didn’t look as elegant as I would’ve hoped. Grabbing his shirt, because it was right there, and I wanted him to see me in it, I tugged it over my head, sighing just a little when it drowned me. And covered me in his scent.

Rolling my eyes, I plopped into the chair across from him and crossed my arms over my chest.

“So what are we going to do about this?”

“You mean us?” Brian’s voice sounded rough and sexy, and I liked it so much, it just pissed me off.

“Okay, first off. Is there an ‘us’?”

“Do you want there to be?”

I gave him a look that would’ve made my brothers wince and slink off like kicked puppies. Or at least, that’s what I hoped they’d do most of the time.

“Brian. We just fucked our brains out on my couch. It was my couch’s first time, so maybe be gentle with it. I can count on one finger how many guys have been invited into my house to fool around. That one finger is you.”

A smile twitched around the corners of his lips. “I hope it’s not the middle finger.”

Now he wanted to be cute and funny.

“I guess you’ll just have to hang around a little and find out. I acknowledge the fact that this situation is fraught with?—”

“Did you just use ‘fraught’ in a sentence?”

Now I did give him the finger, which made him laugh, drawing my gaze down to the tight muscles of his abs. Which made the muscles between my thighs clench. And dampen. Dammit, I could go again.

Don’t look at his dick. Don’t look at his dick. Don’t look at his dick.

Biting my tongue, I swung my gaze around the room, getting caught on the open curtains on my window. Which meant anyone walking up to my door could’ve seen us having sex. Lucky for us, it was the middle of the day, and all my neighbors were at work. And amazingly, none of my brothers had decided to visit. Particularly Rebel.

Which brought me back to the discussion we were having, while in the back of my head I was thinking that I should buy shades for those windows.

“Are you trying to change the subject?”

He shook his head. “Just giving you props for your word usage.”

“Here’s another word for you. Avoidance.”

“I’m not trying to avoid talking about the situation. And yeah, this situation isfraught,” he placed an extra emphasis on the word, “with pitfalls.

“Then maybe we just need to get everything out in the open and talk about it like adults.”

“If you want to know what happened between Reb and me, you need to talk to him first. It’s not my story to tell.”

So obviously, it was something that Rebel had done. What a shock.

“Then what are you suggesting? You just want to forget this happened and never speak of it again?”

It’d been a bitchy jab, and I wanted him to tell me to stop being a brat, but he didn’t answer right away, his gaze boring into mine. And my stomach curled in on itself.

“No, I’m not.”

Sitting up with an impressive display of shifting muscles under warm skin, he put his feet on the floor and his elbows on his knees. Luckily for me, he was still totally naked.

“But,” he sighed, “we both have other people we’ve got to think about in this situation.”

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