Page 106 of My Ex's Brothers

Seeing her sandwiched between Richie and Dane was not something I thought I’d ever see. Sure, we all agreed to be open with the truth. We’re dating the same woman.

We’re fucking the same woman. At least…theyare fucking her.

Me? Not so much.

But it’s easier to accept Amelia as my girlfriend and feel comfortable with where we are when I’m not staring at the evidence right in front of my fucking face. And it’s not just the sight, if I’m being honest.

I can smell the sex in the air, and judging by the way they both were wrapped around her, the blanket falling off of them to expose the cut of their naked hips…

Yeah, I know they both had her.

Which should feel so fucking wrong, and should piss me the hell off.

So why am I harder than I’ve ever been in my fucking life?

I head for the freezer, opening it if only to cool me down. Maybe the damn cold air will help with my fucking hard-on right now…

“Tripp, talk to me, please…” Amelia calls, and I close my eyes, sucking in a breath before I turn to see her standing in the kitchen, holding the blanket around her shoulders. It covers her, but the evidence is still written all over her.

Her mussed hair. Her bare shoulders peeking from beneath the blanket.

“I don’t know what you want me to say,” I admit.

Honestly I don’t know what to say. I know what Ishouldsay. I should be screaming from the top of my lungs, “Why not me?” or “Why them?”

But I can’t find it in me to yell or scream, or even be angry. We all agreed to this. I agreed to this…open relationship sort of thing. I don’t feel jealous or even upset.

I just feel…left out.

Like they have something I don’t, and it’s not even a competitive thing.

It’s just a me thing.

I haven’t had a lot of partners. Yes, I’ve slept with a few people, had a couple girlfriends, but nothing serious. I know most people think because I’m young and attractive, because I play hockey and I’m fit, that I’m tearing up pussy left and right, but that couldn’t be further from the truth.

Yes, Icouldhave any girl I want. I know that.

But I don’t want a girl. I want awoman.

I want Amelia.

Does she not want me?

The thought permeates my brain. I’ve gotten her off, sure. Twice, to be exact, but since our late-night session, we haven’t really done anything else. She hasn’t made a move to touch me or get in my pants at all. And she hasn’t exactly asked for a repeat, so I’m starting to wonder if she even wants me in that way.

I know she likes me. I know I like her.

So why are wenothaving sex?

We should be, right?

Dane and Richie are both still zonked the fuck out, and knowing they’re so close by doesn’t help matters. In fact, it only makes this so much worse.

Because all I want to do is push Amelia up against this damn counter and make her screammy name.

Just to stick it to them.If they’d even care.

She takes two steps toward me, and her bright blue eyes look a little watery, and I can’t help but reach out to touch her.

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