Page 11 of Three Pucking Ex's Brothers
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Fucking bastard.
Nora’s words settle on me, and it takes everything in me not to call my brother and give him an earful.
What kind of asshole cheats on his girlfriend, let alone a woman like Eleanor Brighton?
From the moment I met Nora when Brett brought her to our family picnic last year, I knew she was theperfectwoman. And not just for Brett.
Any man would be lucky to have a woman like Nora. She’s smart, witty, has curves in all the right places, and she’s sweeter than apple pie. And in my opinion, it’s always the sweet ones who crumble the best in bed.
But I knew better than to lust after my brother’s girlfriend, even if she hit all my fucking boxes and then some. Unlike some people, I’m not a damn asshole.
But cheating? How could a man wantanyoneelse other than his girlfriend who he’s supposed to love?
Supposed tobeing the operative words, I suppose.I try to recall a moment when Brett said the wordloveor even implied it, but I can’t find it. Then again, it’s not like my brothers and I see the guy that often. We see Nora a hell of a lot more than him.
Or wedid, because judging by her mood, I can’t imagine she’s going to forgive him or take him back. That would be crazy.
So why do I feel this strange sort of desire culminating in me like a damn hurricane as I walk beside her, my hand on her back? Why is my fucking cock twitching in my damn pants right now when I’ve had at least three beers already?
Because your cock doesn’t know it’s Nora. Your cock only knows it’s pussy, and you haven’t had any in months.
Not that I think youhaveto have sex to function or anything, but I never exactly expected to hit a dry spell. For God’s sake, I’m twenty-five, I’m in the best shape of my life, and I play for the Lansing Lionsalongside my brother, Freddie.
You’d think I’d be a pussy magnet at this point, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. The truth is, I’ve been single for over a year, and the last time I had sex with a person and not my hand was before Brett started datingNora.
What the fuck is wrong with my brother? If I was burying my cock in those cheeks, you best believe I wouldn’t evenneedto look elsewhere, nor would I want to. But I’m pretty sure that’s standard relationship shit.
When Nora clears her throat, I realize that I’ve been fuming in silence, and I have to concentrate onnotcalling up Brett and starting shit. I know that won’t do anyone any good right now. Especially because this fourth beer is starting to hit me and I have zero filter when I’m drunk.
I mean, to be fair, I have zero filter when I’mnotdrunk, but when I drink it’s way worse. I say everything that pops into my damn brain. Which is also why I need to get away from Nora before I say something I’ll probably regret.
“You okay?” Freddie asks in my ear. I nod as he slides the drinks across the table to Nora’s friends. Abby and Zayne.
Her co-workers. I met them once or twice at Brett’s. Abby’s birthday, I think, and some holiday get-together. I don’t know them well, but they seem nice. And Nora seems to be pretty close to them, so I guess that’s good.
Everyone needs friends, right?
When I started playing hockey semi-professionally, my friend pool dried up faster than the watering hole in the Lion King. The only friend I really have anymore is Chris, and my teammates.
Who are probably back in the VIP section still making out with those girls they met at the bar when we got here. They probably don’t even realize we’re gone…
“Thanks,” Abby says, eyeing me skeptically.
Nora sips her drink, and I can tell she’s uncomfortable, though I’m not sure if it’s me or the situation, or…
“Hey.” I nudge her as Freddie gives me a knowing “let’s go,” glare.
Nora looks at me with those big blue eyes, framed by her thick, dark lashes.
God, she’s so fucking pretty…eyes blue like sapphires, lips so pouty and perfect. I can’t take my eyes off of them as she sucksher drink through her straw, her cheeks hollowing as she does so. I have to fit the groan that wants to escape me.
I bet those lips would look just as pretty wrapped around my cock, sucking me dry.
My cock twitches and I absentmindedly adjust myself, as nonchalantly as possible.
I don’t need to be thinking about my brother’s ex-girlfriend sucking me off right now, here, in this damn bar. Because I know if I let my thoughts wander down that road, I’ll come in my fucking pants. I always come quicker when I’m drunk, and my dick’s already overzealous enough as is because we’re single and lonely as fuck.
