Page 83 of My Ex's Brothers

“This is your fault,” I hiss as I jump into my jeans.

“My fault?” Dane’s voice echoes with rejection. Pain.

Because of me.

“Yes, you!” I say in annoyance. “You…you…come in and sweep me off my fucking feet and then you tell me you never stopped wanting me and you kiss me like I’m the air you breathe, and then you bury your sweetness into my damn soul and break my walls and?—”

“Amelia…” he says, getting up as I move away.

“Don’t!” I say, holding my hand up. His eyebrows furrow. “I let you come inside me!” I hiss. “I should not have, we?—”

“If you’re worried about getting pregnant?—”

“No! We are not having this conversation right now!” I say. My head is splitting, my heart pounding, and I still feel him dripping out of me.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck!

“I need to talk to Tripp,” I say before taking off down the hall.

20

TRIPP

The last thingI expect to find when I get home early from class is my stepbrother dicking down my—what are we exactly? I still don’t know.

Calling Amelia my girlfriend sounds right, but I also know we haven’t really discussedwhatthis is between us. But whatever it is, I know it should feel weird, or awful to walk in on her being fucked by Dane.

But that’s the fucking problem.

I’m not mad. I mean, I am a little shocked, agitated, sure. I’m a myriad of emotions, but I’m also hard as fuck.

Which is why Ihadto turn around. I had to get the fuck out of there before either of them noticed. I should feel downright ashamed at what I’d walked in on. Jealous…something.

But all I can think about is what she looked like, back arched, breasts on display, being fucked. All I can think about is wanting to march back in there and fuck her until she comes forme.

What the fuck?

“Tripp—” she calls out, and I freeze in the hallway.

I close my eyes as I try to adjust my erection, but the touch only makes it worse. My cock jumps and I try to think the most unsexy thoughts.

When I open my eyes, I can see her standing in front of me, her gaze hazy and filled with tears. And then I smell the faint scent of alcohol on her breath.

“Are you drunk?” I ask, panic rising within me. I don’t think Dane would take advantage of Amelia, but?—

“No!” she says. “I had two glasses of wine! That’s not enough to get me drunk and even if it was, it’s not enough to get me naked!”

I scoff. “Oh, I see.”

“Tripp, I’m sorry, I?—”

Her voice grates on me and I hate seeing the tears in her eyes. I don’t want to see her cry.

“It’s…fine, Mia, I?—”

“No, it’s not. I shouldn’t have?—”

“What? Shouldn’t have fucked me?” Dane’s voice pulls my attention.

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