Page 76 of Three Pucking Ex's Brothers
Because I know that house.
It’s Micheal Brighton’s house. Nora’s brother. It’s where she’s staying while he’s away, and the light is on.
Which means she either forgot to turn it out or…
No, Freddie. Don’t do it. Just turn around.
Though as I try and talk myself out of it, I find myself inexplicably drawn closer and closer. The rain slides down my skin as I tell myself this won’t end well.
I can feel myself becoming obsessed. Nora has poisoned me, and I don’t know how to stop it.
And if I’m being honest, maybe I don’t want to stop it.
Maybe I want to give in to these desires.
Maybe I want to be the man my brother can’t be.
The one she deserves.
I find myself in the driveway, staring into the living room. I don’t see her. All I see is a damn cat in the window, and I tell myself I should run back home. She’s probably fine. Probably sleeping like she should be.
But there’s also a nagging feeling inside of me that beckons I check. That I make sure she’s okay. That I make sure myprincessis safe and content.
I tell myself if I knock, and she doesn’t answer, I’ll go.
I’ll know she’s asleep, and that’ll be that.
But yet, I can’t bring myself to step onto the porch, out of the rain. The water sluices down my skin, soaking my shirt and my pants, and yet I can’t move.
It’s just a knock.
A simple knock on the door, and then I’ll have my answer. My closure.
So I take a deep breath and step forward, and I knock. Once.
Twice.
Three times and then I wait. No answer.
Maybe I should try again.
One knock, two knocks. Three knocks.
No answer.
Yeah, I should probably go.
But maybe…just one more time. Three times and that’s it. Three is my lucky number, after all.
I just poise my hand above the door, looking down at my feet, and then I hear it.
The clicking of the lock. The opening of the door, and I look up to see her.
Standing in the doorway, her bright fiery hair a mess around her shoulders, bright blue eyes finding my gaze easily. The baggy ivory sweater she’s wearing only comes to her thighs, and her legs are bare. She’s holding a knife in one hand and her phone in the other.
My heart beats so loud in my chest I think surely she can hear it.
I’m acutely aware of the water on my skin, of my aching cock, and my rapid heartbeat.
