Page 65 of My Ex's Brothers

I head over to the fridge to grab a water for myself. “You want anything?”

She shakes her head. “No, I’m good, thanks.”

I twist off the cap slowly, noting the way she watches me. I suck down half the bottle in one gulp. Fuck, why does a night out drinking always make me so damn thirsty?

I make my way over to the couch, not bothering to ask if I can sit next to her. I feel like Dane or Richie would ask. But I just know I want to be near her. I want to be wherever she is.

Besides, if she doesn’t want me here, she’ll tell me. I know that.

Amelia knows she can be honest with me. At least, I hope she does.

“Couldn’t sleep,” she says, scooting a little closer to me. She looks away, and I can’t help but chuckle. I reach my arm out and wrap it around her.

“You don’t have to play shy with me, you know,” I say, and I don’t miss the smile that forms on her face. She settles against me easily, her body melting into my side.

Fucking hell. She’s warm and soft and so damn cute with her little messy bun and those damn adorable pjs. She doesn’t look like a woman in her thirties at all, even though I know she is.

She’s so fucking hot.

“I’m not being shy,” she says with a laugh.

“If you want to sit in my lap, Amelia, fucking sit in it. Don’t poke me and fidget, just sit in it.”

I watch her gaze flash from my face to my lap. Watch as she takes that bottom lip into her mouth. “You’re drunk,” she says. It’s not judgmental. It’s not angry. It’s careful, but there’s also a hint of humor in it.

“Maybe a little,” I admit. “But I can still read you like a book.”

She rolls her eyes. “And you think I want to sit in your lap?”

I smile. “I know you do.” I pat the space there. My cock twitches. “So come here.”

For a minute, I think she’s going to say no. I think she’s going to get up and tell me to fuck off because I’m feeling my buzz or that I’m too young or some other type of excuse.

So I’m more than surprised when she leans over and straddles my lap, her hands resting on my chest as she smiles. Shyly.

I don’t think twice about leaning up and kissing her, settling my hands on her hips before moving them back to her ass. I gently press her against me, needing her to feel how hard she makes me.

Needing her to know I want her.

We haven’t exactly had that sort of discussion yet. Things are still…

I don’t know what they are, really. I just know I really like Amelia.

I like kissing her. I like touching her. I like seeing her smile. Fuck, I like a lot of things about Amelia that have nothing to do with her being my stepbrother’s ex slash baby mama.

Those things should deter me, but they don’t.

“You feel that?” I breathe against her lips.

“Feel what?” she teases, and I can tell by the sound of her voice and the humor in it that she’s teasing me on purpose.

I grab her ass and thrust myself against her. “This,” I say.

“Oh, that.” She rolls her eyes as she kisses me again and I tug at the waistband of her pajama pants.

“I want to feel yours,” I say.

Amelia laughs. “Are you always this smooth, Tripp, or is it just me?”

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