My Brother’s Best Friends

I cupped the back of her head and did my best to ignore the way my chest tightened with her in my arms. “We’ve been fucking idiots. You deserve way better than any of us.”

“I don’t want better. I want you.” She stretched up and kissed my chin. “I’m glad it’ll be with you.”

Feeling ten feet tall, I pulled her head back so I could see her eyes. “You’ve forgiven me for being an asshole the other night then?”

“Of course.” She scooted back to her seat and sighed. “I know this is a hard position for you to be in. All of you. I can’t expect too much.”

“Being honest about being friends isn’t too much, Reagan.”

“Is that what we are? Friends?”

I grinned. “It’s part of it. Definitely not all of it.”

“Good enough. I should go. I heard Russ asking Theo if he’d heard from me. Apparently, my not coming home last night has turned Russ into my father. I need to go think of something to tell him.”

“I’ll pick you up tonight. Wear another dress like that.” I groaned at the way it pulled tight over her ass as she got out. I was going to have to go home and jerk off all day just so I didn’t jump her as soon as I picked her up.

She blew me a kiss before closing the door and hurrying away. She ran, still awkwardly, until she got to the sideyard. Then, I watched while laughing as she threw herself over the fence without an ounce of self-preservation.

After sitting there for a bit longer, I headed toward August’s house. I’d been planning on making Theo feed me breakfast, but I wasn’t sure I could sit at his table, not knowing if he’d spread Reagan out on it the night before.