Page 90 of Pucking Bad Boys

Seeing my brother with the woman I can’t stop thinking about since I walked into the bar on my first night in town pisses me off, but it’s also hot.

Hot as all hell.

Mack’s hand sneaks under Talia’s pleated skirt, and guilt floods me as powerfully as the jealousy that keeps coursing through my body.

I really shouldn’t be here. This is a private moment.

Yeah? Then they shouldn’t have done this in the library, where anyone could walk in on them.

And this is how fucked up I am. I stay.

Because I want to see Talia’s face when she comes. But what I tell myself is that I’m staying just in case. Just to make sure that no one else walks over here. As if the fact that it’s me watching them like a fucking creep were somehow different.

All I can see from this angle is my brother’s hand moving under Talia’s skirt. I can’t see the color of her panties. If she has any on.

Mack kisses her the same way I would if the roles were reversed. That hand taunting me as it keeps moving under her skirt.

I don’t think I’ve ever been so hard in my entire life.

And if we weren’t in a fucking public place? I’d take care of my pulsing cock. I’d make myself come when she does.

If this weren’t a public place? I would walk over there, push my brother away from her and take over from him. I’d be the one who makes her come.

Better yet, I’d drop down to my knees and bury my face between Talia’s thighs.

I wonder what she would do if I really did that. Would she push me away, or writhe under my touch like she does with him? Or would she keep kissing him while I make her come all over my fingers or my tongue?

Jesus. I must be out of my damn mind.

There’s no way I would have the nerve to walk over there expecting them to let me join them. This isn’t some cheap porn flick.

This is real life, and I have to accept the fact that my brother is dating Talia. Maybe I should have kissed her the night we met. Or maybe I just met her too late.

They break the kiss, and Talia buries her face in the crook of Mack’s neck. She trembles.

It serves me right that I don’t get to see her face when she comes. It’s what I fucking deserve for intruding in a moment that wasn’t meant for me.

When Talia stops trembling in his arms, he holds her, supporting her weight.

For some fucked up reason, that makes me even more jealous than all the other stuff I just saw. It’s the intimacy between them that tells me this might be more than just a fling.

Talia lifts her head, and they kiss. Then they whisper something to each other. They aren’t loud enough for me to hear.

I should really go now. And yet my feet stay rooted to the spot.

Even when my brother collects a small stack of books from the library cart they left against the shelf and says. “Let’s get back to the table. I’m gonna go ahead.”

She nods. “I’ll be right there. Just making sure my clothes are back in place.” Her hand disappears under her skirt to fix her panties.

I should fucking go. Right now, before he walks past me. But I don’t.

Mack turns the corner out of their little secluded nook, walking right into me. “Watch it.” He scowls, checking me.

He walks away, and I know I should follow him. But I don’t.

All I have eyes for is Talia, as she fixes her clothes and runs her fingers through her hair.

She looks incredible. And probably no one will guess what she just did with my brother. But her lips are swollen from his kisses, her eyes are still dark and a little glazed over from the pleasure he gave her.