Page 177 of How to Lose at Love

Pfft. Me? I would never…

I mean, I would, but I’ll try not to.

“Oh my God, you feel so good,” she moans, tipping her head, hair spilling down her back.

She rides me slowly at first, setting the pace and rhythm, eyes closed and lost in her own thoughts as if I weren’t even here, but I don’t mind; she can use my body however she wants, especially if she’s banging me.

My hands are on her tits, cupping her boobs…

…when my brother walks in, not bothering to knock, his head sticking through the doorway.

“Dude,” Drake says, looking his fill but then covering his eyes. “Shit.” His hand feels the air as if he were trying to see with his fingers. “Sorry.”

“What the fuck are you in here for?”

“I’m sorry, sorry, man, but—”

“Then get the fuck out.” My erection is still salvageable, though I’m not quite sure Ryann’s desire is considering she’s rolled off me already and is hiding under the covers again, chanting, “Oh my God, oh my God.”

“Bro.” He pauses. “Duke is here.”

Duke is here? “Here where?”

“Here.” My brother nods. “Downstairs.”

Oh, fuck.

Oh, shit.

“Is Posey with him?”

Drake shakes his head, sneaking a peek at us through his fingers. “Nope. Just him.”

Great.

Just great.

forty-five

ryann

“I miss him even when I’m not horny.”

– Ryann Winters

Please,dear Lord, tell me Drake Colter did not walk in while I was having sex with his brother—while I was on top.

Please tell me Duke Colter is not waiting downstairs, Duke Colter, who by now knows I was just boning his little brother, riding him on top because surely Drake won’t be able to leave out that little detail.

God help me.

I pull on my pants, face flaming hot. “I don’t have to go downstairs, do I?” I glance around the room. “Isn’t there a window I can climb out?”

“Babe, we’re on the second floor.”

“So? I feel like I’d be good at scaling a building, and besides, how high could it possibly be?”

“He’s not going to care that we were just fucking.”

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