Page 4 of Don’t Fall For Your Ex-Boyfriend's Brother
Anya is living with her now fiancé, Griffin. I’m happy for them. They hid their relationship for so long because of a promise Griffin made to my oldest brother, Callum. She was the last one to leave home and it’s been lonely without her.
Callum, my oldest brother, has been out on his own for years now. Still living his bachelor life. I’m not sure he’ll ever settle down because running the brewery is the most important thing to him. I don’t think he’d be able to put anyone before it.
Shepherd is now married, after eloping in Vegas, after his girlfriend, Felicity, had their baby. August. The cutest little nephew I could ever ask for. They were neighbors, but now they live in a beautiful house that Felicity always dreamed of. He moved out shortly after Callum.
Paxton, who is on his honeymoon after marrying his best friend, Hartford, moved out when I was in high school.
Brock moved out just a couple of years ago. He’s also the reason I’ve never made a move on Millie. He dated her and we have a rule that we don’t date ex’s. Even though he’s happy with his new girlfriend, Willow, after they faked their relationship for Paxton’s wedding in Vegas. I still feel like he wouldn’t be okay with it.
So, here I am, alone in our childhood home feeling guilty for wanting to leave my parents. But, it’s becoming increasingly more difficult to find the privacy to write.
If my brothers found out that I don’t want to be a part of the brewery, I’m certain a family war would erupt. But I’ve tried to force myself to enjoy being there and take on the role they all expect of me. I just don’t enjoy it. Not like they all do. They love it. They want to be there. Hell, even Anya fought her way to be a part of it.
I just don’t get excited like they do. The only thing that thrills me and makes me feel alive is writing.
I toss the bag with my book in it on the bed and sit down at my computer. After I get the document open that I’m writing in, I stare at the cursor blinking on the blank page.
I watched her from afar and my body burned with want. A want that I knew would never be met. She could never feel for me what I feel for her because of the different lives we live. It’s forbidden and that makes it even more exciting. After watching her, burning her sexy beautiful body into my mind, I head home.
Once there, I strip getting right into the shower trying to clear my mind of the thoughts of what I’d like to do to her. The more I think, the more turned on I get. I wrap my hand around my wet dick and begin to pump as my eyes flutter closed. Her eyes are staring into mine as she sinks to her knees. Her warm mouth wraps around my hard cock and I groan out in pleasure.
I pick up the pace, fantasizing about her sucking me off. She takes me to the back of her throat while she moans. Her hand cups my balls as her teeth scrape against me.
“Fuck, yes,” I groan.
I envision her naked body, dripping wet from the shower. I pump my cock faster as I feel my release coming on. It’s always like this when I fantasize about her. The want is so strong that I can’t hold off from coming, especially when I imagine her swallowing me down, taking every last drop I have to give her.
“Fuck, baby, I’m not going to last,” I cry out.
Her eyes lift to mine as she continues to suck my cock like a damn pro. My fingers sink into her wet hair and I shout as my orgasm rips through me.
I open my eyes as my body trembles from the force of my release. The only problem—I’m alone and so is she.
I stop writing and grin.
Could I really let her read any of this? Why the hell not.