Married in Vegas: In His Arms

“And she’s not and I still married her,” Eddie said defiantly.

The brothers had to be snarling at each other with because neither spoke for long seconds.

“Why haven’t you called Jillian, we both know you do?”

That was more of a shock than anything Cam had said before. My little sister and Eddie were like oil and water. It was best to keep them separated.

“Why would I?” Eddie asked.

“Because you been sniffing around that rabbit hole for years. Afraid Chrissy wouldn’t like it .”

Cam knew I hated that nickname and preferred Chris, but he never failed to call me that. I reached out and grabbed his dick and grazed my teeth over the plump head as I tried to digest what Cam said about Eddie and my sister. Cam cursed, and I might have giggled but I licked him again. I didn’t think too much about what I’d done. It was obvious that was the tamest thing that had happened between us even though I still couldn’t remember.

“Aren’t you going to introduce your friend?” Eddie asked, finally noticing the extra body shape under the mass of covers.

Cam grasped the back of my head and drew me down to his now solidly hard cock. I reared back as much as I could without revealing myself. Cam only fought against me in a little tug of war under the sheets.

“She’s a little busy with her mouth full,” Cam said.

That’s when I imagined what my little back and forth must have looked like to Eddie and I stopped pulling against Cam’s hold on me. My cheek pressed against his hot length as the brothers continued to talk. Awkward.

“You’re a dick, I hope she knows that.” He was talking to me, whom he thought was an anonymous girl under the sheets. “I don’t know why I thought Chris would go against our pact and be here with you.”

I held my breath as Cam’s body went deathly still. “What did you say?” Cam asked.

“Chelsea’s friend said she saw the two of you leave together.”

I would have bet a million dollars Eddie shrugged.

“She was drunk. I took her to bed, where she passed out and didn’t get your call. But what do you mean pact?”

He spoke calmly with the not-really-a-lie speech about what happened between us. When he’d said the last, there was menace involved. Shit.

Please don’t say it. Please don’t say it.

“You might as well know, we made a rule about no kissing each other’s siblings,” Eddie admitted.

I closed my eyes. He’d said it and I’d broken that rule in spades.

The tightness in Cam’s muscles was a clue he was pissed. “You don’t have to worry. I didn’t kiss Chrissy, far from it.”

That was news. We’d hooked up without so much as a peck on the lips?

“Tell me brother. Does she know about how you feel about her sister?” Cam asked.

I fisted Cam’s cock having forgot about that nugget of information and now I wanted to know the answer.

“Fuck you, Cam. Keep that shit to yourself. My feelings are for my wife.”

“Then you shouldn’t have been avoiding her. Isn’t that the real reason you didn’t invite her to the wedding? Or maybe you were afraid Chrissy would find out the truth.”

Cam shifted. It was probable that Eddie made a move to fight his brother.

“For your information, Jilly was invited. She sent her regrets. You’re lucky you have company or I would kick your ass.”

That was news. I’d just assumed it was because they hated each other.

“Try little brother, we know where that ends,” Cam coaxed.

I had five bucks on Eddie aiming a finger at Cam.

“I wasn’t going to say this because of her.” Surely that finger pointed at me. “Your almost four years older than me and you’ve never had a serious relationship. You’re afraid of commitment. Hell you’re looking for a way out of your contract to move to a different team because can’t stay in one place long. Leave Chris alone. She deserved better than you. Besides, she would never betray me like that.”

Silence smothered me as Eddie stalked away. His steps were loud and clear along with the door shutting firmly behind him.

My best friend’s words held me firmly in place. He thought I would never betray him, but I already had.

Chapter 3

The covers were yanked off my head, leaving me bare in the daylight. I tugged for the sheet with my free hand, managing to wrap it around myself.

“It’s not like I haven’t seen the goods,” Cam sneered.

Gone was any hint of playfulness. His eyes boiled with anger and he wasn’t done. We both scrambled to our knees, me still holding the sheet in place. We were practically snarling at one another. Though I wasn’t sure what I had to be mad about other than I wasn’t going to take his shit lying down. Then again, I guess I had.