Page 49 of My Fiancé's Brother

He sounded pissed. “I won’t be asking her.”

His breath warmed the skin on my ankle as he worked on my shoe.

“Matt said you were getting lucky.”

He tugged my other shoe off. Standing up, he towered over my bed. “I'm going to get you some water and aspirin.”

He disappeared out the door. I struggled to sit up. I needed to take my pants off. I unbuttoned them but decided that I could shimmy out of them while lying down. I got them halfway down my hips, but they got stuck.

Jackson reappeared, pausing at the door when he saw me in my state of undress.

“I can’t get my pants off,” I said, my eyes shut. “Can you help?”

A glass clattered as it got set down on the nightstand.

“I thought Matt was the lightweight.”

“Just pull them off.”

The bed depressed next to me, so I opened my eyes. He had one knee on the bed, and he looked down at my pants.

“Did you have fun tonight?” I stared at his perfect face.

“It was fine.”

“I hated tonight,” I said with a sigh. “Tonight was bad.”

Green eyes clashed with mine. He held eye contact while his huge hands traced over my bare skin at my waist. A small noise squeaked out of me. I lifted my head and watched as his fingers grabbed the fabric of my pants. He tugged the material down over my hips and down my thighs before pulling them from my body.

“How come tonight was so bad?” His voice sounded very casual.

I lay there, staring up at him. Too drunk to care that he was looking at me in my undies. “Everything was bad.”

He grabbed the quilt and pulled it over my body.

“Why?”

My body hurt, but emotionally I needed to talk.

“Just…Matt’s co-worker. She answered his cell. And he didn’t even tell her that he was my fiancé.”

Jackson listened.

My hands fluttered above the quilt. “I know she’s an important person, but I'm important too.”

“You are.”

“It made me feel bad.”

“I bet.” His expression was solemn.

“And I feel bad about other stuff.”

“Like what?”

“You know.”

He stood there for a long moment without speaking. “Tell me.”

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