Page 7 of My Ex Girlfriend's Brother

CHAPTERFOUR

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I couldn’t believemy Jordan was Cami’s Jordan. How had this become my life?

How was I on the way to his home because I couldn’t stand to look at my sister for a moment longer? When did Cami become homophobic? I wasn’t sure if it was a reaction to seeing Jordan or if she’d always felt that way.

Grabbing my bag out of the passenger seat, I slung it over my shoulder and followed Jordan inside his house.

“Thanks for letting me stay the night here,” I mumbled as I walked beside him. It was nice. Really fucking nice for a guy who was only twenty-four years old. While I knew he was young, it wasn’t until I knewwhohe was that I realized just how young.

“It’s not a problem.” Jordan moved through his living room and sat down on his couch, looking at me. “Are you okay?”

“Honestly?” I sighed. “Not really. I think I just lost the last bit of family I had left.” I moved to sit beside him. With my elbows resting on my knees, I hung my head. This was not how I saw my morning going after last night.

Jordan’s hand came to rest between my shoulder blades. The warmth emanating from him brought me a sense of peace. “I’m sorry. It got me thinking about how my family would react.”

I turned my head to look at him. He looked so lost. “Oh, yeah? They don’t know you like both guys and girls?”

“I’m not sure how into girls I am, though. I think the reason I stayed with Camila for so long and let her get away with the shit she did, was because I was struggling with my sexual identity. When I think about who I want to be in the future, my only intention is to be with men, and I’m not sure how my family will feel about that.”

All my life, I’d known I was gay, so I couldn’t imagine trying to figure that out in my mid-twenties. I did know what it felt like to have your family not approve of you, though. After the shit show of this morning, I understood why he was worried. “Have they ever given you a reason to think they wouldn’t be supportive?”

“I can’t say that they have, but when I was with your sister—” He grimaced and pulled his hand away from me. “I’m sorry, that so weird to say. I won’t blame you if you hate me.”

The way he looked at me let me know he didn’t want me to hate him. He wanted a whole lot more.

“I don’t, but I wouldn’t blame you if you hatedmeafter what she did to you.” I couldn’t believe Cami had lied to me about why she ended up not getting married to him. “I can promise you that I’m nothing like my sister.”

His gray eyes scanned my face before they locked onto mine. “I never thought you were. When I was with Camila, my mom was always asking when she was getting some grandkids, and now…” he shrugged. “What am I supposed to say to her? That she’s never going to be a grandma? It will break her heart.”

“You can’t live your life as a lie just because your mom wants to be a grandmother one day.” I bit my bottom lip, unsure if I should ask what I was about to ask. “Do you… the real question is, doyouwant kids?”

Jordan jumped up off the couch and started to pace the living room. He flapped his arms a couple of times. With each pass by, he looked at me with a troubled face.

“I did, but now I don’t know.”

“You know you can still have kids if you’re with a man, right? I always thought if I met the right guy and he wanted kids, we’d adopt or get a surrogate.”

He stopped in the middle of the living room. “You’ve thought about all of that?”

“Yeah, I have. I may not be a woman with a biological clock ticking, but I am thirty-six and don’t want to be old and have to chase after a toddler when I’m gray.” Jordan’s eyes went wide at the mention of my age, making me chuckle.

He moved to stand in front of me and ran the tips of his fingers along my jaw. “You look damn good for thirty-six years old. I thought you were maybe… twenty-nine and the way you fucked me last night wasn’t the way an old man fucks.”

“Fuck you.” I slapped his hand away. “I’m not old. I mean, I’m older than you, but you make me sound like some geriatric.”

“Nah, I’m not into old men.” He moved to straddle me on the couch. “I like hot guys with big dicks who own a bar.” Reaching down, he pulled my semi out of my sweats and started stroking me.

“Do you make it a habit of fucking bartenders who give you free drinks?”

“You’re my first,” he said against my parted lips. Fuck, his hand felt good.

“And only,” I demanded, licking along the seam of his lips. He opened for me, rolling his tongue along mine.

With his other hand, Jordan started to undo his shorts. Pushing his hand out of the way, I quickly unzipped his shorts and pulled out his cock.

He took us in both his hands, moving up and down. Placing one hand over his, I jerked us off along with him as I groaned into his mouth. Our hips moved in tandem. The way we moved, it was as if we’d always been together.

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