Page 75 of Three Pucking Ex's Brothers
I think about finding her there at La Femme like it was some divine move by fate, and I think about that damn picture of her in those pretty little lace panties herDaddybought her.
Well, the ones I bought her. I can’t be a Daddy if we’re not even on the same page with that sort of thing. Not that I want to be on the same page with Nora about my kinks, but…
Who am I kidding? Yes, I do, and maybe that’s part of my problem.
I shouldn’t want that. Brother’s ex or not, this isNora.I know her. Maybe not intimately, but I know she’s agood girlat heart, despite her mistakes as of late.
People do crazy things when they’re stressed. When they’ve lost something or someone.
She’s in the midst of a breakup. The aftermath has barely hit. She’s got no idea where she’s even going from here—now that my brother broke up with her, and essentially kicked her out of his house.
I wasn’t lying when I told her she could stay with us, and if she needs someone to buffer for her getting her stuff back, I have no problem being her bodyguard.
Just like I have no problem with punching Brett in his fucking jaw if he even has the audacity to look at her, given what he’s done.
But maybe that’s my problem too.
Not only am I unearthing these parts of me I long thought I’d hidden in regards to my attraction, but…
I’m not an aggressive person. Not like Brett. I don’t argue or fight with people, and I certainly don’t go around whooping the asses of every douchebag this side of Lansing.
It seems Nora Brighton brings out a side of me I’ve never known too.
I meant what I said to Rush. He needs to be careful. I know he feels something toward Nora; it’s not hard to see he’s got a bit of a crush. But I also know Rush is ten times more impulsive than Tommy or me, and he doesn’t often think things through, and that tends to get him into trouble.
But there’s also a part of me that is envious of that—how Rush just….rushesinto things. Unafraid. I wish I could be like that. I wish I could shed the overthinking and the need to control and just…follow my heart, so to speak.
So I decide to do that, if only for the moment, as I let my legs go and I run on instinct. I run, and run, until I hear the echo of the thunder in the distance.
And then I run some more.
The world is peaceful at this time of night. There’s not a soul out here, and while one might surmise it’s dangerous, this neighborhood is one of the safest around.
Not even a dog or cat is out tonight, and it’s almost as if the universe is giving me this chance to breathe. To run, and sort out my thoughts. My desires…
And the truth of the matter is Idowant Nora.
I want to take care of her because it’s what she deserves. I want tospoilher rotten just so I can see that flush in her cheeks or hear that poutiness in her voice when she tries to tell me no.
I want to drop some serious cash on her too, if I’m being honest. I’m not rich by any means, but I definitely live below my means. Apart from the house—which Rush also contributes to with hissalary—there isn’t anything in my life that’s a luxury. My car is paid off. I make sure Tommy has whatever he needs, and Rush too, but there’s more than plenty left over that doesn’t get used.
And seeing Nora today, in that store—then seeing her in those little lacy panties?—
I want to see her bathed in the prettiest silk, want to see her perfect, round ass covered with sheer lace. And then I want to push those panties aside and taste her. Touch her.
Fuck her. I want to watch my cock disappear inside her, and then I want to fill her and tighten those panties when I’m done, so they collect every bit of my cum. Just the thought of her walking around with my cum-filled panties makes my dick twitch, and I have to shove the thought aside.
That’s not what I came here for.
I pick up my pace, the air getting colder as I run faster. Thunder echoes again in the distance, and the trees whistle in the wind. And then I feel it.
The rain comes without warning, heavy and fast. But I can’t stop running. Not now. I keep going, not at all paying attention to where I’m going, but I recognize the houses on the street.
And then…I see it. One house on the street with the living room light on.
I turn to look at the street sign as the rain hits.
I turn to look back at the house, knowing I should turn away. Run back toward home.
