Page 67 of Three Pucking Ex's Brothers

My phone buzzes again, and I consider his advice.

It doesn’t have to be a date. It can just be hanging out. Like we did earlier…

I could handle hanging out, right?

I thank him for the ride and get out of the car, ending our conversation as I head for the house. The door is still unlocked, and for that I’m thankful. I lock it after I let myself in, noting the house is quiet. Too quiet.

I walk past the couch, expecting to see Rush—and maybe Nora—there, even though I know I won’t.

I stop, staring at the empty couch, and look at the clock. It’s late, and I’m sure my brothers are already asleep, which is where I should head, but I can’t help but think about Zack’s words. About this morning. And last night…

I settle on the couch, where Rush was. I let my hand brush over the soft suede cushion. It feels the same as it always does, but different. Like it’s been changed forever.

I lean into the cushions, positioning myself on my side, like he was. I put myself in his shoes, imagine looking at Nora like he did. Imagine kissing her like he did and…

My phone buzzes again and I huff out a sound of annoyance as I pull it from my pocket if only to shut the notifications off when I see I have a text from Nora.

Curious, I open the thread and gasp when I see the photo. The photoandthe video.

I drop my phone, closing my eyes as I try to scrub the image away.

I wasnotprepared for this!

I suck in a breath, wondering what to do. On one hand, I know thiscouldbe a mistake. Maybe it was meant for Rush. I don’t know what’s really going on between them, though I know Zack’s insinuation couldn’t be further from the truth. But if she did kiss him—drunk or not—maybe this is in the same vein. Maybe she’s drunk.

Maybe she’s reaching out to Rush because there…is…something there?

Jealousy pangs my heart at that thought.

I mean…I guess I could understand if there was. Russ is the kind of guy women love, so it would be no surprise if she flocked to him—even after a breakup with Brett. Russ…just has that sort of thing about him. He’s bright and fun and the life of the party everywhere he goes, so I could see it.

Oddly enough, I could totally see Nora and Rush being a thing, even though it makes no sense.

But whether it was a mistake or not, she still sent it to me, and there is a small sliver of myself that wants to believe thatwasn’ta mistake. That she meant to.

Because shelikesme too.

I know that’s a stretch—one conversation in my truck is not going to make any woman fall in love with me, but…I can’t help but feel likemaybeit could be more than just a mistake.

Maybe it’s divine intervention or something. Like when I magically ask for a damn connector in a sea of Lego pieces and then find it immediately.

Maybe this…Nora and I…maybe we’re like that. Maybe if I start asking, I’ll find the connection I’m looking for.

But I also feel my dick straining in my jeans, and looking at this photo, being on the couch where Iwatchedher…it’s too much to ignore even though I know I should.

The house is quiet and I know my brothers are sleeping, so it’s not like I’m in danger of being caught, and even if one of themdidcatch me—with my hand wrapped around my cock—it’s not the same as being caught byNora.

Nora…

The thought of her walking down that hall, like I did the night before, pervades my brain.

I slide my hand in my pants, between the waistband of my boxers and my skin, to adjust my unruly dick. But when I feel how hard and wet I am, when I feel thatreliefthe minute my palm touches my weeping cockhead, I don’t want to fight the desire inside me.

Twice in one day is a record for me. And there’s a part of me that wants to give in to that and embrace how it feels. To feel aroused like this and not feel like it’s a damn chore.

No, I want this. I want to come, and for the first time, I let myself feel that want. I close my eyes and pop open the button on my jeans, slowly pulling my cock through the slit in my boxers.

Just knowing she was here…in front of where I currently sit, has my dick throbbing.