Page 31 of My Ex's Brothers

I nod. “Sure.”

I run my fingers over Lyla’s hair, letting out a breath as I hear the door shut.

What the hell have I agreed to?

And why can’t I seem to stop?

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TRIPP

“Fuck,”I hiss as I watch rope after rope of my cum spray the tile in my shower, trying to catch my breath. I brace myself against the wall with one hand, my heartbeat racing. I close my eyes, letting the water run down my body as I lazily pump out the remaining bits of my release.

That’s the third time this week I’ve had this…issue.

Granted, I masturbate on a regular basis, but not more than a couple times a week, mostly before I go to bed.

Waking up hard as a damn rock and needing to come, fantasizing about Amelia…ever since that kiss…that’s definitely new, but not unwelcome. Not one fucking bit, when the result is…this.

Fuck, this feels good, but as I remove my hand from my cock, noting the cum collected in my palm and between my fingers, I can’t help but feel a little guilty.

We’ve been chatting all week. Nothing too flirtatious, though I’ve sent a few things, mostly to see how she’d react.

And she’s flirted back, I guess, but sometimes it’s hard to tell over text.

Dane told us he invited her to our home game next week.

That should make me happy, and it does…kind of.

I know he wants to approach her about having her move in here, if only so she has a bit more support, but like he said, it’s a touchy subject.

Maybe there’s a part of me that feels a little unnerved because it’s pretty clear to anyone with fucking eyeballs, Dane has itbadfor Amelia, and now that Dex is out of the picture…

He’s like a feral cat in heat. Which shouldn’t bother me, because fuck, if anyone deserves to be happy, it’s Dane. He’s a freaking saint, seriously.

Betsy and Dad have tried to set him up with women, but it never works out.

Now I know why.

But it does bother me, because I can’t stop thinking about her either.

I rinse off my hand, hurrying to cleanse myself of dangerous thoughts.

Thoughts about my hands running down Amelia’s perfect hips, of my palms settling against her stomach as I fill her withmycum. Thoughts of my mouth on her neck, suckling her flesh until I leave bright bruised marks that let everyone know she’s mine.

Because she’snotmine. I know that better than anyone. I know one kiss and some flirting does not equal a relationship, and I know one date to the zoo—wait, was it actually a date though? I don’t know.

It felt like a date, but…

I shove those thoughts out of my mind as I finish up my shower. I need to focus on getting to campus. I’ve got class and practice today with my team, and I could use a distraction from the weirdness around here with Dane and Richie and the woman I can’t stop thinking about.

The drive to the campus isn’t long enough. Not today. Today, I’m just too out of sorts to really concentrate on much.

I sling my backpack over my shoulder as I get out and head toward the front of the campus. I always park in the back lot because it’s not used as frequently as the front, which means there’s a bit more privacy and less of a chance someone will actually hit my car.

The campus is not terribly packed today, which I’m grateful for. All through my geography class, I take notes, hearing the words but not really processing them. It’s like I’m on autopilot.

What if she says yes? To moving in with us, I mean. What will that do forus? Is there even anusto consider? I know how Dane feels, but what areherfeelings? Deciding I don’t want to answer that, I shut my notebook just as the bell sounds and pack everything up. I’ve got practice next. Our next game isn’t for two weeks, but after two back-to-back losses, we need all the practice we can get if we want to get back on top.

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