Page 39 of Filthy Rich Brother’s Best Friends (Filthy Rich Harems #5)

Lola

T hat was…filthy, mind-blowing, messy, hot, loud. All the adjectives. It was too much and not enough. That was the kind of sex you still feel in your body hours later. Maybe days.

I am fully and completely wrecked. After what feels like an eternity, my pulse is finally slowing.

I’m stretched out across the couch with a blanket partially covering me, pressed between Jude’s chest and the back cushions.

Miles is stretched out on the floor, his hands covering his eyes.

Reid stands by the window, still catching his breath.

We can still hear the workers moving in and out of the house. It should probably embarrass me that they most definitely heard all that. But it doesn’t.

Then an all too familiar voice rings out. “Yo. You home?”

My whole body jolts. Wes is here.

All the guys curse and grab their clothes from the floor. Reid throws me his shirt to put on because it’s the closest item of clothing.

Reid mutters, “Fuck,” again under his breath and moves toward the door. There is absolutely no time to put ourselves back together. If Wes walks into this room, it’s going to be glaringly obvious what just happened in here.

Luck, of course, is not on our side. Reid rushes out the door to intercept my brother. But, it’s too little, too late.

Wes is already standing directly in front of the door. His eyes cut straight past Reid and land on me.

He looks at the other two.

And then right back to me.

I know what he sees and I know what it looks like. My legs are bare beneath the hem of Reid’s shirt. I am one hundred percent positive that I have sex hair. And there’s a freaking condom on the table in front of me.

Jude is behind me, pulling his shirt back on. Miles is off to the side, still shirtless and looking absolutely panic-stricken.

Then, as if the scene needed more clarity, a mover with a dolly cart hauls a box labeled “LOLA’S CLOSET” down the hall.

Wes’s eyes narrow.

“What the fuck is going on?”

My mouth opens, but nothing comes out.

Wes turns to Reid with a look I’ve only seen once before—right before he punched a guy for grabbing my arm outside a bar sophomore year.

“I can explain—” Reid starts.

Wes raises his hand, effectively cutting Reid off.

“I thought Blaire was just trying to stir up trouble. But it’s true. You’re sleeping with—Jesus Christ.”

He looks at me, then at the ceiling, then back to Reid and Miles.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” he snaps. “You’re sleeping with all three of them?”

“Wes—” I begin.

“No.” He points at me, then at Miles. “Absolutely not. What the fuck happened to basic boundaries? You’re my sister.” His eyes flash toward Reid. “And you’re supposed to be my friend.”

“You told me nothing was going on,” Wes continues, voice rising. “You looked me in the eye and said it wasn’t like that. You fucking lied to me.”

He spits the word out.

“It’s nothing, Wes,” my brother snarls, apparently mimicking Reid.

I flinch. Reid said it was nothing? Part of me knows that it was probably just a lie to throw my brother off the scent. But it still hurts.

Reid sees the change in my expression and he goes from defensive to stricken. “Lola?—”

He steps toward me with panic in his eyes.

“It’s not,” he says. “It’s not nothing. It’s so fucking far from nothing, Lola.”

He glances at Wes, then back to me.

“I said that because we hadn’t figured out what it was yet. It was new and I didn’t want to screw it up before we’d even started. I was just trying to avoid the fallout. This has never been nothing, baby.”

“Baby?” Wes opens his mouth to unleash more anger, but he’s cut off by another voice.

My life may as well be scripted in hell. Because not only is my brother here moments after the most amazing sex of my life, so is Gigi .

“Oops. Sorry, just came to drop off Lola’s mail. Didn’t know there was a party going on.”

Reid’s head turns so fast I think something in his neck might snap. “Get the fuck out of this house, Gigi, before I file a goddamn restraining order.”

Gigi lets out a bored scoff. “Jesus, calm down. I didn’t realize things were so sensitive over here.”

“It’s really sweet, though.” Her gaze skates over me. “All of this. It’s so super...open-minded.”

I don’t say anything. I think if I open my mouth right now, I’m pretty sure I’m going to scream things at her that don’t make any sense.

“Gigi, you really need to leave right now. Do not make me ask you again." Reid is so riled up I’m afraid he’s going to lunge at her.

“Whatever. And, by the way, you’re not as hot as you think you are,” Gigi retorts.

She turns before anyone can respond and walks out, muttering something under her breath.

Reid turns back and catches my hand in his, bringing it to his mouth and pressing a kiss to my palm. It steadies me.

But I only get a second to breathe before Wes sees another box in the hall with my name on it.

And that’s when everything fully explodes. The betrayal Wes feels is no longer just simmering beneath the surface. It’s a full volcanic eruption.

“You’re moving in?”

My breath catches. “Wes?—”

He lunges before I get the words out. His hand closes around my arm and he yanks. Suddenly I’m ripped from the comfort of my men and being pulled toward the door.

“This is over. You’re coming with me.”

“Wes!” I say, stumbling as my foot catches on the rug. I lose my balance and bump my knee against the side of the coffee table. The pain barely registers though. All I can focus on is the fury in Wes’s voice and the fact that everyone else in the room is standing there shell-shocked.

All of a sudden Reid is in motion, crossing the room with a look that could slice through concrete. His hand slams into Wes’s shoulder.

“Let her go, Wes.”

Wes jerks around. “She’s my sister.”

“And I told you to take your fucking hands off her.”

When Wes doesn’t release the grip he has on me, Reid surges forward into Wes and the two of them hit the wall with a sound that rattles the windows. A framed print clatters to the ground, glass shattering on impact.

Thank god Wes let go of me just before Reid made contact.

I shout their names, but they’re screaming at each other and aren’t paying any attention to me. Miles is between them in an instant, arms locking around Reid’s chest. Jude is now glued to my side, shielding me from these lunatics with his whole body.

Reid tries to go for Wes again, but Miles knocks his hand down and shoves him back with a solid push to the chest. Then Wes is lunging forward. Miles twists and catches him, locking an arm around his ribs.

“Get off me!” Wes shouts, trying to tear free.

“Enough!” Miles snaps. “Both of you.”

Wes is breathing hard, face flushed with rage. “You don’t get to do this. You don’t get to move her in and pretend this is normal.”

“She’s not a possession,” Miles says. “She doesn’t belong to you or to any of us, for that matter.”

“She’s not thinking straight!”

I choke on a breath. “Excuse me?”

He twists toward me, still pinned by Miles. “This is insane. You’re wrapped up in whatever the hell this is because you’re having trouble with your roommates and your business isn’t doing well. So you—what? Decided to hook up with these three to make it all better?”

It feels like Wes just slapped me in the face.

Jude stiffens behind me. Reid lunges again with a feral look in his eyes. Miles shoves at his chest with the arm not wrapped around my brother.

“You don’t get to talk to her like that,” Jude growls.

“She’s ruining her fucking life!” Wes retorts.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about, Wes,” I shoot back.

“You think this is how adults behave?” Wes spits. “You’re going to play house with three guys who have no idea how to be in a relationship?”

“Shut the fuck up,” Reid growls.

But Wes isn’t done. His eyes lock on mine. “This is pathetic, Lola.”

My hands shake.

“This is fucking ridiculous,” he says. “All of it.”

He shrugs off Miles’s arm and storms toward the door. “I want nothing to do with any of this.”