My Ex-Boyfriend’s Brothers: Chapter 15

Ryan walked me to my room, even though I insisted that I could make the trip alone. I could tell that he was uncomfortable in his soiled jeans but he refused to let me walk alone. I walked with my hands locked behind my back, unsure of what to do with them otherwise. Jackson had held my hand just that morning and I’d let him. Even though I’d used Ryan’s thigh to make myself come, holding his hand felt oddly too far. All of it felt too far. With Jackson, too. I was supposed to be working, not getting off in the open air next to the lake. Anyone could’ve seen us.

Ryan slid his arm around my waist when we got to my door and pulled me into his body. He lifted his phone that time and smiled down at me. “One more picture.”

I grinned, caught off guard by how much he liked taking pictures of me. I smiled at his phone but he never took his eyes off me. “You know that you’ll have to take pictures of other people at the wedding, right? I’m not supposed to be in any of them.”

He smirked. “It would serve my asshole brother right if you were in every photo. He could see what he lost for the rest of his life.”

“Have you seen Christina? She’s perfect. I don’t think he sees me as any great loss. But thank you.” I gasped when he walked me backwards into my door.

“Invite me in so I can show you that you’re perfect.” His eyes were laser focused and I could feel his erection pressing into my lower stomach. “And so I can prove that I don’t always come in my pants.”

I smiled at that, despite the sense of loss I already felt at knowing what I had to do. I pressed my forehead into his shoulder and groaned. “I can’t.”

He automatically eased back. “Is it something I did?”

I laughed. There he was, a perfect example of the male specimen, asking me if he’d done something wrong. “Are you kidding? You’re perfect. I just… I’m supposed to be working. I have to take this job seriously if I want to get more work from it.”

He nodded and stepped back farther. “Is that all?”

I couldn’t admit that I’d slept with Jackson. Not when he was looking at me like I hung the moon. I also couldn’t lie to him, though. “No. I just… I don’t want to talk about the other thing. It’s not you, though. You’re… God, Ryan, I just dry humped you in public. Obviously, it’s not you.”

With his brows knitted together, he nodded. “I’ll pretend like I get it.”

I groaned and stepped into his space so I could kiss the underside of his chin. “I wish I could have you come in. I want to. I just can’t right now.”

He gripped my ass and squeezed. “Right now. I’m going to take that and run with it. You need to get inside your room and lock the door, Maggie.”

I bit my lip hard and fumbled blindly behind my back for the door handle. I managed to swipe my key and stumble inside about as gracelessly as possible but Ryan stood there, gripping my door frame, heat filling his entire being. When I didn’t close the door fast enough, he gripped it and yanked it shut.

“Goodnight, Maggie.”

I let my forehead thud against the door. “Night, Ryan.”

When I was sure he was finally gone, I peeled off my dress and got into a steamy shower. With the memory of his eyes boring into me flashing through my head, I made myself come with just a few swipes of my fingers over my sensitive clit.

I crawled into bed, completely naked, with my notebook of plans, fully intending on going through what all I needed to get done the next day to stay on schedule but that didn’t happen. As soon as I was comfortable under the plush blanket, I passed out.

Dreaming of the Heath brothers wasn’t exactly new to me. They’d snuck into a few dreams over the years but that night, I was riddled with them. I saw each of the older brothers coming to me, touching me, practically worshiping my body. I woke up multiple times throughout the night with my thighs clenched together, soaked in sweat. When the dreams mixed and I found myself with all three of them, I woke up so close to the edge that all I had to do was rub my thighs together and I came.

I’d taken two different cold showers and researched sudden libido increases on google by the time the sun came up. I’d never been an overly sexual person. Maybe things had been okay with Brad in the very beginning but as soon as his comments about my body started, I wanted to show him less and less. By the end, I wouldn’t let him touch me unless the lights were off and I kept a t-shirt on. In the three years since the breakup, I’d just accepted that all I needed sexually was an orgasm once a week, maybe, and I was fine doing it myself.

It seemed like that was all behind me after feeling the attention of the older Heath brothers. I felt like a giant nerve ending that they’d been stroking over and over again. It was with that image of myself as a giant clit that I got ready for my day.

I wore my most intense shapewear, hoping that suffocating my organs would make me feel less sexual. I had meetings with the venue coordinator later that morning so I pulled on a pretty light green dress that fluttered around my knees and heels that killed my feet but made me look leaner. I was also hoping that the uncomfortable footwear would keep my brain out of my crotch.

I did my hair and makeup like I was preparing for battle and headed to the dining hall with the mindset that I could handle anything and anyone. I wasn’t actually a giant clit and I could face the older Heath brothers without breaking into moans. I told myself that I was a top tier wedding planner and I was in charge. My vagina wasn’t the boss of me.

Little did I know, the best libido killer ever was waiting on me just outside of the dining hall. I’d shoved my body into shapewear that made me want to cry but the answer was so much simpler. Brad. As soon as I saw him, it was like the cold shower finally kicked in. Any and all arousal that I’d ever felt died instantly and I was able to breathe, as much as the spanx allowed, for the first time since Ryan had closed me in my room the night before.

Brad read my relieved facial expression as a sign that I was happy to see him. He smiled. “Hey. I was hoping I’d catch you this morning. Do you have time to catch breakfast with me?”

Have breakfast with my very own libido killer? Easy.