Page 18 of My Ex's Brothers

Then I guess things got serious for Dex, and he got traded and he headed for Saltsville with Amelia in tow. I found out she was pregnant through Dane, when I came home one night to find him drunk as fuck sitting at the kitchen counter like it was a bar.

After all, I live with the guy, so he’s kind of hard to avoid. I know he doesn’t remember unloading all his dirty laundry on me that night. About how it should have been him instead of Dex.

I rolled my eyes back then, when he cried about how it should have been his fucking baby, because that’s the kind of stupid shit you say when you’re shitfaced.

But now?

Fuck, I get it.

I try to force the thought of her swollen breasts and fuller hips out of my damn mind, because fuck if it didn’t strike my cock like a damn lighting bolt.

And seeing herholdingLyla…

God strike me down, she is so fucking beautiful, how could Inotnotice? I’d have to be fucking blind.

I adjust my cock once more, trying to dispel the thoughts of those perfect tits, but it’s no use. All I can think about is how perfectly round they are and how they would feel in my hands.

Focus, Tripp, focus!

I change the station and turn the music up to try and get my mind off Amelia’s breasts and on getting home.

I know it’s highly inappropriate to hit on Amelia. For a multitude of reasons. But it’s not like Dex and I are actually related or anything.

And I can’t stand the guy. He’s clearly a fucking idiot.

I’m not an idiot. Yeah, I might be a little younger than Amelia, but I’m not a fucking child. I’m twenty-four. I know things. Like how to be a gentleman and shit. I did graduate high school with a 4.0 and scored a full ride scholarship at RU.

My dad didn’t raise no asshole.

Betsy didn’t either,I remind myself. Dane’s a saint. Richie is…an asshole, but he’s a dependable asshole. Neither of them ever treated me like I wasn’t family.

Dex, however…

He was always a dick, and tried to make me feel like I wasn’t good enough.

Which might also be adding to my rage.

Seriously, what kind of asshole cheats on a dime like Amelia? And not only that, what kind of asshole just fuckinglets her go?

Shit, if I had someone like Amelia Corbett, I’dneverlet that go.

I park my car in the driveway, adjusting my cock once more as I process the fact that in just an hour and a half, I’ll be picking up said asshole stepbrother’s ex and his kid for a date.

Maybe I’m stupid to think it’s a date. I mean, we did just run into each other, and it was kinda quick, but…

I saw the way she looked at me with Lyla, the way she bit her lip when she dropped her gaze to mine. I’m not certain that there’s something there, but there’s only one way to find out, right?

At least, that’s what I tell myself as I get out of the car. I shoot off a text to my friends, telling them I’m bailing tonight before heading into the house.

I note the text from Dane that he’ll be back around six fifteen. Richie’s gone, though to where, I have no clue. The guy rarely leaves the house unless it’s to go to the damn strip club.

And it’s too early for the strip club, but I digress.

I shut the door behind me, relishing in the sanctity of a quiet house.

I moved in with Dane and Richie to be a little closer to the University, but that’s not the only reason I moved out.

My dad’s an old-fashioned guy, and while I know how to be a gentleman, I also know I’m not going to be twenty-four forever.

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