Page 17 of Her Ex-Husband's Brother

“What if you didn’t go?” she whispers.

And just like that, my brother’s wife—though neither of us knows it yet—becomes the first woman who has ever made staying feel more dangerous than leaving.

I stop because she does.

“Goodnight,” I say.

She looks at me. The neon from the hot tub is still going, faint at this distance, and it catches the wet in her hair.

Leave, I think.This is the part where you leave.

But just as I turn to go, her hand reaches out and snatches my wrist.

“What if you didn’t… go?” she asks tentatively. “What if you stayed?”

“Marie,” I say low. It’s not a warning exactly. Just more like saying her name is the last reasonable obstacle I can put between us and whatever comes next. But then I go further, because I really am trying to make better decisions: “You’ve had a long, difficult day, it sounds like, and I don’t want to be the guy who takes advantage of a woman.”

But she doesn’t let go of my hand.

Instead, she whispers, “I’m a grown-up, August, and for the first time in my life, I feel like I know my own mind. If you’re game to help distract me from my difficult day, I sure would love to have sex with you. Because I don’t think I’ve ever actually had good sex in my life.” Then her eyes drop. “But I get it if I’m not your type...”

Snap. There goes the last thread of reasonability holding me back from her.

Not my type? Is she kidding? She’s every straight man with a pulse’s type. Mine especially, with her light-hearted humor and intelligence. Not to mention those goddamnlegsthat just don’t quit.

I spin her and press her against her cabin door, leaning my body into hers and enjoying her surprised, excited gasp.

I reach for the doorknob behind her.

I don’t kiss her. Yet. I just lean down so that my five o’clock stubble scrapes ever so lightly across her bottom lip.

“You sure?” I breathe out.

She throws her arms around my neck and closes the teasing gap I’ve kept between our lips in a hungry way that has my cock immediately thickening.

I’ll take that as ayes.

I put an arm under her ass, and she does a little hop up, and I finally push her door open. Then I carry her into her cabin and kick the door shut with my foot behind us.

FIVE

LENNON

Holy shit,I’m kissing somebody other than my husband.Ex-husband. Well,soon-to-be ex-husband.

Oh my god, what am I doing?

I’m in the arms of a gorgeous man. I’m literally wrapped around his body?—

His lips linger as if he’s sensed my drifting focus, suckling my bottom lip in a way that has me panting, my legs tightening around his lower waist, hips grinding against his belly in a way that should be embarrassing?—

But the low growl in his throat tells me he just finds it hot.

He carries me straight inside and turns the shower on. The water begins to steam and then he backs up, carrying me right in with him. I expect to yelp at the hot water, but he’s got the temperature perfect. He presses me against the back wall, hefting me with his hands on my ass so that even through our wet swimwear, I can feel him hard where he wants me?—

Okay. Oh wow. This is real. This is really real. There’s a gorgeous man with a hard cock between my legs.

This is definitely not his first rodeo. I think I clocked him right after all as a fuck boy. He agreed to being my distraction for the night, but damn, I don’t think I quite realized what I was asking for.