Page 24 of Three Pucking Ex's Brothers

He shoots me a glare. “You’re not. Promise.”

His hand rests on the cushion and I stare at it like a snake about to bite me.

“Not going to bite,” he says with a smirk. “Promise.”

I know he won’t. But I’m not so sure, given my current state of mind, that I trust myself.

I scoot a little closer, but not too close.

He smirks.

“What are you watching?” I ask.

His grin spreads. “Wednesday.”

“The Addams Family show?”

He nods. “It’s freaking amazing. Seriously. Have you seen it?”

I shake my head. “No, can’t say I have. Between work and keeping up with the house?—”

The air thins a bit and he frowns. “You and Brett didn’t watch TV together?”

He scoots a little closer to me.

I move a little closer if only so I don’t have to talk at a normal decibel. I don’t want to wake anyone up, after all.

“Um…” I lick my lips, not wanting to meet his gaze. “Brett and I never reallywatchedanything together.”

The knowing look on his face is mischievous and sexier than it should be. He licks his lips as he closes the distance between us.

His leg brushes against mine, and he shakes his head. “Well, maybe now you’ll actually have some time toenjoya show.”

“Maybe,” I say, my voice faint. Like a whisper.

Rush extends his arm around me. I should push him away, but his body is warm. Solid. Comfortable. I fall into him with too much ease.

It should not feel thiseasy.

He’s my ex’s brother, for God’s sakes. I’ve never felt like this around him before. Sure, I’ve noticed him—it’s hard not to, when he looks like damn Prince Charming with abs—but I’ve never had these…feelings before.

I blame it on the alcohol and a broken heart. A mid-life crisis or something.

Can a woman have a mid-life crisis at twenty-seven?

Unclear.

I try to focus on the show, and he does too. Though all I can accurately focus on is his arm around me. His warm body. My mind wanders to the moment I came in here, after my shower.

Had I caught him in the act? Was he, too, pleasuring himself?

And if so…why would he do it knowing I’m here? In this house? Able to walk in on him at any moment. I look at him, thoughts racing through my brain that make no sense.

Maybe he wanted to get caught.

Maybe he was thinking of you.

The last one I know is intrusive because there’s no way in hell it’s true. I doubt Russell Sterling was masturbating or has ever masturbated to the thought of his brother’s girlfriend.