Page 71 of Three Pucking Ex's Brothers
It’s not the best photo by any means. It’s low in light, and it looks like it was taken in a bathroom. But the details are prevalent. His thick, angry-looking cockhead, all pink and swollen. Long, thick veins running along his length. His hand, those long, thick fingers wrapped around his shaft.
And then I realize, that photo wasn’t just some unsolicited dick pic. It was aresponse.
To what I senthim.The photo of myself and that video.
Something about his response switches something inside of me. Brett’s reaction was to think I was somehow apologizing. Like I want him back. Like me sending a photo of my body out for him to gawk at was some sort of offering.
But Rush?
Rush responded by laying himself out formeto gawk at. A wordless response that echoed the desire felt within the confines of my photograph. It wasn’t just a response as much as it was a question.
Asking what, I don’t even want to think about.
I swallow hard as I realize how thick and hard he is in this photo. Dare I think it’sbecauseof me? Because he was looking at me, listening to me?
I’m not sure I know how to feel about that, as a mixture of nausea and panic lace through me.
And then I get a text from Freddie.
My heart stills as I prepare to see what it is he’s sending me. I’m terrified. With the way things are going right now, I don’t know if I can handle another fuckup…
Sure enough, as I click his text, I see it.
That same, chilling photo of myself and the video.
I glance quickly to see his response, feeling like the worst person on the planet.
Freddie:Wrong number, sweetheart.
A wave of relief settles on me along with disappointment.
He brushed it off. Understood it was a mistake, and yet he didn’t get pissed off or scold me.
Do Iwanthim to scold me for such things? The fact that I can’t say no has me feeling more than queasy. Because I can almost imagine Freddie and his deep dark voice, his captivating dark green eyes as he looks down at me and calls me abad girlinstead of a good one.
Would he punish me for my wrongdoing? What would that even look like?
I shove the thought aside because I certainly donotneed to think about Freddie doling out punishments in any way. Sexy or not.
No, Nora. Don’t go down that road. Be glad that Freddie Sterling has a shred of decency because you apparently have none.
I let out a heavy breath as I consider my ultimate mistake. How the hell am I going to walk this back? How the hell am I going to smooth this over and figure out what to do?
Not to mention, how do I respond to Brett and tell him thiswasn’tan apology, but a drunk mistake?
But would that be so bad? Apologizing to…
No! I shove the thought aside and call Abby without a second thought, shaking from the reality of what I’ve done. If anyone can help me make sense of this mess I’ve made, it’s her.
Despite it being late, she answers on the first ring.
“Nora, hey—” she answers, and it doesn’t sound like she was sleeping.
The cry comes out first as I say, “Um…I think I fucked up, Abby.”
“Where are you, are you okay?” The panic in her voice is evident.
“I’m at Mike’s, I’m fine, I—” I let out a heavy breath as I say, “Well, I’m notfine.I was fine, before I accidentally…”
