Page 29 of Don’t Fall For Your Ex-Boyfriend's Brother

Chapter 14

Tripp

I lay down next to Millie, pulling her against me until her head is resting on my chest. I’m not ready to let go of this moment, not yet. My dick is still hard and I need time to get myself under control which won’t be easy. I have her sweet taste in my mouth, her scent in my nose, and her sounds replaying over and over in my head.

I’ve never in my life wanted someone’s orgasm like I wanted Millie’s. It was as if I was a man possessed and her release was my salvation. Now that I’ve gotten what we both needed so desperately, it’s hard to walk away.

Literally.

I just need a little longer to feel her close to me. A little longer to be wrapped in her scent. A little longer to live in this bubble of just the two of us.

She hasn’t said anything, but her fingers are softly tracing my chest, keeping me turned on. In an effort to distract myself from breaking any rules, I take in her bedroom.

It’s as eclectic as the rest of her apartment, a cozy sanctuary where every detail seems to tell a story. The mismatched nightstands, each with its own unique charm, flank a wrought iron bed that, despite its vintage feel, blends seamlessly with the room's character. One of the nightstands holds a book, ready to be read, a reminder of her love for quiet moments of escape. The queen-sized bed is dressed in a patchwork quilt of jewel tones, each vibrant square adding a burst of color and personality. The bed is decorated with an array of feisty red pillows, creating a space that feels both inviting and thoughtfully curated. The cream-colored walls provide a perfect backdrop for the colorful photos that hang above the bed, each one a quote, possibly from her favorite books, framed and displayed with care. The room feels warm and inviting, with heavy curtains drawn.

The overall vibe is one of warmth and individuality, a reflection of Millie’s unique style and the life she’s created within these walls.

And I want to be a fucking part of it.

Millie lifts her head, her sated eyes connecting with mine. “About Oliver,” she begins.

I press my finger against her lips and force a grin I don’t feel. “You should go out with him, Millie. Of course, you should. This thing we have going, it’s all in fun. There are no feelings or attachments. You’re helping me and I’m helping you. That’s it. You deserve to go out and find someone.”

The words taste like acid coming out. I don’t mean any of them. At least there are feelings, on my end, but I will never make her feel compelled to me. That’s not how relationships work. They shouldn’t happen out of pity or obligation.

If Oliver Moore wants to be with Millie and she wants to be with him, it’s not my place to stand in the way. Just because I’ve felt this attraction toward her for a long time, doesn’t mean she feels the same. I know she doesn’t. How could she after dating my brother?

The thought of Oliver and her being together feels like a knife in my heart—an ache of feeling like I’ve lost something.

Something I never had.

Millie stands up and adjusts her sundress as she clears her throat. “Right, as long as we have that settled.”

Fuck, I thought maybe, just maybe she’d protest. That she would say she’s starting to feel something for me, but I think it’s just the hopeless romantic I so desperately want to be. Like the hero of my book.

Just as she opens the bedroom door—her not-so-subtle way of kicking me out—an idea springs to my mind.

I stand up and nod as I exit her bedroom.

I may not be able to express my feelings to Millie, but my hero can. When she reads what I send her, she’ll be reading about my feelings for her.

“I’ll send a few chapters in the next few days,” I say, grinning down at her.

Her eyes light up and it makes me want to pump my fist in the air. She’s going to read the words I am too chicken shit to ever say to her. She may realize it and even if she doesn’t, at least the words are spoken.

One way or another.

“I can’t wait,” she says, opening the door.

“That makes two of us.”

She follows me down through the bookstore and unlocks the door to let me out. Before I walk through the door, I lean down and press a soft kiss to her lips.

“Next time I’m around, save us both some time and keep your panties in the drawer,” I whisper. Confusion flashes across her face and I grin. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to get between you and Oliver. Help is help, little bunny.” I step outside and nod. “Sweet dreams.”

“Damn, it’s been so busy today,” I say, leaning against the counter in the kitchen.

Griffin wipes his brow with his towel and nods. “Yeah, but it’s good business.”