Page 73 of My Ex's Brothers

“No, I?—”

“I’m sorry,” I say, running my hand over my face. “I just…what happened was really hard, and…complicated.”

There’s a tense pause before he speaks. “No, you having a baby with my twin and dating my stepbrother is complicated,” he says with a laugh.

“Oh my God, Dane, you did not just—” My cheeks heat and I hide my face in my hands.

He laughs, but it’s nervous.

“I’m not dating Tripp. I’m?—”

What? What am I doing with Tripp? What I said was true. I do like him. A lot.

And I definitely did not dislike anything about what happened between us last night.

Dex wasn’t awful in bed—I mean, the proof of that is the back seat of this car—but he rarely went down on me, and when he did, it often took too long to get me there, so we’d end up fucking instead.

But somehow Tripp was able to make me come twice in a matter of minutes.

While drunk too. Most men can’t even aim straight after a few beers, but Tripp was somehow able to not just find my damn clit but to push me over the edge into a double orgasm. I’ve never had two in a row.

Never!

When I realized what had happened, I clammed up. I’d let him go down on me. He was drunk. I shouldn’t have taken advantage of him like that. I should have been more respectful.

And the hurt look on his face after I left…I felt awful.

But this morning…

This morning, things were different. Being with Tripp is…nice.

It’s comfortable. I like being around him. I like how he looks at me. How he’s so open and wears his heart on his sleeve.

Yes, he’s young, but he’s not a child. He’s a twenty-four-year-old athlete with the world at his feet. He’s everything I shouldn’t want, but can’t help that I do.

But whatarewe? I wish I knew.

Dane clears his throat and focuses on the road as Lyla blows raspberries in the back seat. It’s a tense silence.

“I—”

“It’s fine, Amelia,” he says, but his voice doesn’t sound as strong as it did before. “I’m in no position to tell you what to do with your life or who to…date.”

I sigh, looking out the window. I know that he’s right. But he’s also wrong, considering he practically dragged me over here to his compound in the first place!

And then it hits me. “You’re jealous!”

He turns to me with wide eyes. “I am not jealous ofTripp!” He wrinkles his nose, his eyebrows furrowing. “That’s absurd, Amelia.”

“Well, you sure you are making an ironclad case, Dane.”

He pulls up to the Starbucks drive-through, his lips pursed. “What do you want?” he asks, the tone of his voice bordering politeness with a tinge of annoyance.

I should not take him up on this. Right now, he’s irritating me. But…he is right. I didn’t have enough back at the house and I’m already feeling like I need a damn nap after getting barely four hours of sleep.

“I’ll take a venti flat white with an extra shot of espresso.” I flash him a smile. “And a cheese Danish. Please.”

His dark eyes catch my gaze and he shakes his head, but I don’t miss the smirk there when he turns to order my drink and his. When we get our drinks and my Danish, he drives off, turning up the radio, and I know the conversation is over for the moment.

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