Page 134 of My Ex's Brothers

I shift against him as he rinses my hair with the detachable shower head, laughing as I tilt my head back as far as I can so the soap doesn’t get in my eyes. He kisses me and I giggle some more before turning around in the tub, sloshing water over the sides as I back him up against the other end. The motion presses my body against his and I can feel his hardness pressing against my core.

“Amelia…” he murmurs against my lips, but when I kiss him, he doesn’t push me away or resist me. Instead, he settles his hands on my cheeks and holds me still as he kisses me deeply. With much tongue.

We clash together, making waves as I straddle him, pressing my breasts into his chest. His hands slide down my back, over my hips, until they rest upon my ass and he squeezes, pulling me to him.

Our kiss soon turns heated, and before I know it, he’s sliding into me with ease. He groans, his head falling on my shoulder as I hold him there, lazily thrusting against his cock until water spills over the sides of the tub.

It doesn’t take either of us long to come, but then again it never does.

It’s not a question of stamina on either of our parts. It’s got everything to do with the overwhelming desire and depth of our connection. I love all my boyfriends, but Dane…

Dane had me first. He’ll always have me first.

“Fuck, I think we need to shower after this bath,” he chuckles against my neck as he slides out of me.

I laugh. “And you say I’m the naughty one,” I tease him.

He kisses me softly. “That’s because you are.”

When we drain the tub, we actually do shower and get clean, and before I know it, it’s nearing nine thirty and is almost bedtime. I dress in my pajamas as Dane puts his pants back on, tossing his shirt in my hamper. I head out to the living room after he kisses me and heads for his own room. Time to catch up on my shows…

When I get out to the living room, Tripp’s standing in front of the fridge, shirtless, in his boxers, grabbing a water. When he turns to see me in my bunny-print pj’s, he grins.

“Hey, Mamma Mia,” he says. “Isn’t it past your bedtime?”

I roll my eyes. “Isn’t it past yours?”

He throws an arm around me and pulls me close, kissing my wet hair. “Touché. Just finished writing my paper, and I am beat. Thought I could doomscroll while watching Netflix until I fall asleep.” He nods to the hall. To his bedroom. “Want to join me?”

I wrap my arms around his waist. “Absolutely.”

Tripp leads me down the hall to his room, where we really do watch Netflix as he scrolls through TikTok. I curl into his side, his body warm against me, and through the sounds of the computer, his breathing, and his steady heartbeat, I doze off easily.

Usually I like to spend the night sleeping in my own bed—which I picked out when I found out I was pregnant.

Originally, I’d planned on leaving when I got a job. Got my life together. But then everything came together, and I fell in love, and suddenly…I didn’twantto leave, and I’m pretty sure they didn’t want me to either.

Then I got pregnant.

And now…now, I don’t think I could ever leave. Because this ishome.

Cuddling with Tripp.

Playing with Richard.

Kissing Dane.

Raising my daughter in a house full of love and chaos.

“You can stay. If you want.” Tripp’s smooth voice is like velvet and I really am tired. I feel him shift beside me, pulling the covers down. I slide into them wordlessly, and he does too.

I settle one hand over his hip and pull him to me. “Your bed is the nicest,” I tell him with a soft grin. It’s true. He has the biggest bedroom in the house, and his bed is insanely comfortable. Dane and Richie, while I love them to death, are firm mattress guys.

I hate firm mattresses. But Tripp’s bed… I swear this bed is like heaven, it’s so soft and plush. Perfect for late-night cuddles and sex.

“Well, I’m glad you love it,” he says humorously. He threads his leg through mine, pulling me closer.

I look at him, my eyes heavy. “I love you,” I say, and lean to kiss him. He kisses me back, his tongue slipping into my mouth slowly. Sweetly.

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