Page 30 of Don’t Fall For Your Ex-Boyfriend's Brother
I’m sure it is, but I’d rather be home writing more. I sent Millie a few chapters and I’m anxiously awaiting her reply.
We haven’t spoken since the other night and it’s killing me. I want to show up at her place and break her rules. I want to know what it feels like to be buried deep inside her tight pussy. I want to remind her what it feels like to have my mouth on her.
When she told me I was the first man to ever eat her out, I could’ve come. The thought that someone else could get a taste of her makes me feral. I want to be the only one who knows her taste.
“Kicked ass today, Griff,” Callum says, stepping into the kitchen and breaking my thoughts.
“Couldn’t have done it without Tripp’s help,” Griffin replies.
Callum looks at me and a grin almost hits his lips. It doesn’t, because Callum rarely smiles and if he does it’s because something great happened at the brewery.
“Hey, you good for the party tomorrow?” Anya asks, stepping into the kitchen and breaking my thoughts.
“Of course, I am, baby,” Griffin says from behind the line.
"I am the master," Brock declares with a playful smirk, holding a clear pitcher of amber beer aloft.
"Master of drinking?" Griffin teases, his laughter bubbling up as he leans casually against the kitchen line, a knowing grin on his face.
"Well, yeah, but that’s not what I’m talking about." Brock’s eyes gleam with mischief as he reaches for a row of empty glasses lined up on the counter. With a practiced hand, he pours a splash of the beer into each glass, the sound of the liquid filling the room. The rich, malty aroma wafts up, teasing our senses. "Try that."
We each grab a glass, curiosity piqued, just as Shepherd strolls in, his presence commanding as always.
“Wait, let me get Shep some,” Brock says, rushing to pour another glass. His excitement is palpable, his movements quick and eager.
Once we’re all holding a glass, we take a collective sip. The room falls into a brief, stunned silence as the taste hits us—smooth, complex, with a perfect balance of hops and sweetness that lingers on the tongue.
"Holy shit," Shepherd says, his eyes wide as he stares at Brock, disbelief written across his face.
“Yeah, I’m gonna second that statement,” Callum adds, taking another long sip, his usually stoic expression betraying a hint of amazement.
Brock stands tall, a shit-eating grin plastered on his face as he crosses his arms over his chest, soaking in the praise. His eyes sparkle with triumph.
"Brock, wow, this is seriously amazing," Anya says, her voice laced with genuine admiration as she swirls the beer in her glass, savoring the aroma.
"Yeah man, it’s the best thing you’ve made in a long time," I chime in, the words tumbling out before I can stop them. The flavor is still dancing on my palate, leaving me craving more.
Brock raises his arms in a mock display of grandeur. "Well, am I the master or what?"
Laughter erupts around the kitchen, the camaraderie thick in the air—except for Callum, who simply rolls his eyes, though a small smile tugs at the corners of his mouth.
“Get this brewing and we’ll come up with a name,” Callum replies, always the practical one, but even he can’t hide his approval.
“If you can get enough for tomorrow night, we could serve it at the party as a special introduction,” Anya suggests, her eyes lighting up with the possibilities. The idea hangs in the air, full of promise.
“That’s actually a really great idea,” Shepherd agrees, nodding his head, his usual calm demeanor slipping into excitement.
Griffin downs the last of his small cup and nods enthusiastically. “Yeah, this might be my new favorite. It would be great for making beer batter.”
Callum points to Griffin, nodding in agreement. “Now that’s a hell of an idea.”
“You have any more?” I ask, already eyeing the pitcher, eager for another taste of what might just be Brock’s masterpiece.
Brock comes over and wraps his arm around my shoulder. “Come on now, baby brother. You think I’d let everyone taste this masterpiece without having more? Maybe you should hang back tonight and give me a hand for once. See what it’s like to be brewing.”
“Yeah, our rush is over and I’ve got plenty of servers on,” Griffin says.
Anya claps looking around. “It’s been a minute since we introduced a new beer. It’s like having a baby.”