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“Ballantynes?” she asked, eyes shining.

“Of course.” It was a fish and chip shop with a legendary reputation, people coming from all across the city to buy their food. “You can eat chips and I…”

It felt good, to finally let myself inspect every inch of Jamie. I could give myself permission to strip her bare inside my mind, imagining all her curves.

“I’ll satisfy other hungers.”

Brock’s rude snort killed the mood, something that was deliberate if his smile was anything to go by, but Jamie just shook her head.

“I better go. We don’t want the guys coming up here. The office stinks of sex and you’ve still got your dicks out.” Shit. Brock and I moved then, tucking ourselves away, even if Mr. Happy was still pretty keen on another round. “But…” Jamie was heading for the door, but she looked back over her shoulder. “I’ll see you tonight around six?”

“Yeah, you will.”

All those feel-good endorphins seemed to multiply as she walked downstairs, right up until the point Brock came to stand before me.

“What the fuck are you doing?” He poked me in the chest, forcing me to knock his hand away. “We talked about this. You’re not supposed to be horning into my time with Jamie.”

“I came here to see her, not you.” I shoved him back, but the prick didn’t move an inch. “We’ve got a date tonight?—”

“I remember.” He fixed me with his steely gaze, the same one he used when I’d nick his favourite LEGO set or toy car. “No reason why you couldn’t ring Jamie, come by after work, anything…” He looked back at the office chair, as if re-experiencing everything. “But horning in right at that moment.”

“If anyone was horning in, it was you.” I shot my brother a rakish smile, but Brock just frowned. “And hey, it worked out in the end. Really well, actually.” My brain was still trying to process everything, the sheer fucking hotness of what happened sending it offline. I admit, seeing a girl suck my brother off was never a fantasy I’d entertained, but it was definitely giving me ideas. “We’re already working together to help Jamie through this whole engagement party thing. What if we took that a step further?”

Inside my head, my brothers were shadowy shapes, moving closer to our girl. Jamie rolled over to watch us approach and smiled, beckoning us over.

“You want to do shit like that on purpose?” Brock frowned and I watched the cogs whirr inside his head, only for them to stop abruptly. “Nope, no way. I agreed to a truce to get Jamie through this shitstorm, but after that?” He stepped closer, trying to use that bad motherfucker look of his to psych me out, but I was used to my big brother’s bullshit. “She’s mine.”

“Maybe.”

My grin was driving Brock nuts, so I just smiled wider. I’d made some serious missteps with Jamie, but now I could see a way I could get an advantage over both him and Hayden. They were going to break her heart, forcing her to choose, whereas I…? I could see a future where all three of us kept working as a team. Not to circumvent her mother’s high handed bullshit, but to focus all our efforts on making her happy. I nudged Brock, something that had him shoving me away.

“I’ll be back at six to pick up our girl,” I told him. “Try to keep your hands to yourself until then. Anyone could’ve walked in and seen you guys at it, and I don’t think you’d want Ken or Gary joining in this time.” His teeth ground together. “And anyway, I want Jamie hungry by the time I take her out tonight.” When I winked, his face turned an alarming shade of purple. “For food, of course.”

Brock had more to say, but I’d rather leave him to stew, so I walked off, whistling all the way down the stairs, which had Jamie looking up from the car she was working on. The sex haze was fading and she looked a little pale, a little embarrassed as a result, but I just smiled. She might be trying to forget how uninhibited she’d allowed herself to be moments before, but I wasn’t. Instead, my mind raced, working overtime to think of scenarios where I could get her to let loose like that again.

Chapter 43

Jamie

What the hell was I thinking?

That thought played on repeat inside my head for the rest of the afternoon. I’d moved onto a different job, unable to fix my first car without the part, and I didn’t dare go back upstairs to ask how long it would take to arrive, so I’d looked through the other jobs on the roster, reading the list but not really seeing it. Scribbled down details in Brock’s notoriously terrible handwriting were no competition for what had happened.

I’d never had a threesome before. A few of my previous boyfriends were keen on the idea, but they were only enticed by the thought of being with me and another woman. Women were never what turned me on, so I’d declined their kind offer, somehow knowing that bringing more women into our beds would just legitimise a lingering desire to cheat.

But this.

I still felt Hunter’s hand on the back of my neck, pulling my hair away so he could see every damn thing I did. I started out sucking Brock’s dick to stir him to shut down my mother’s demands, but ended up performing for both of them. Did Hunter wish he was the one I was blowing? Did his dick ache with every bob of my head? I was willing to bet he did, considering how damn hard he was when I jerked him off. That was weird, hot, and urgent all at the same time, his scent filling my nose, his cock somehow even thicker than his twin’s, throbbing in my palm right before he unloaded. I stared at my hand until Gary appeared at my shoulder, wanting to get to the job board.

“Everything OK, Jamie?” he asked me.

“Yeah, fine.” I smiled and then backed away. “Just need a coffee. Did you want one?”

But as I busied myself in the garage kitchen, I stirred the tea spoon through the coffee, going round and around, lost in the almost visceral memory of what happened, my mind yet to let it go.

Because I couldn’t work out how Brock was taking the situation. I saw him just once that afternoon when he came down to talk to Ken. He paused for a second, looking up and over the paperwork they were discussing, his eyes meeting mine yet giving nothing away before his focus was dragged right back to the conversation.

He wasn’t there when I was finished for the day, nor when I got cleaned up and got ready to leave.