Page 51 of My Brother's Best Men
He just got up and left. After what happened, he just…left.
But what did I expect? It was a mistake. An accident. A moment of weakness.
This is good. It means whatever happened didn’t mean anything, and he’s willing to forget about it, right?
So why does it hurt to think about Benny forgetting what happened between us? Why does my stupid heart want to hold on to the memory of those words, of his tongue and his cum in my mouth?
“Fifteen.”
“Yeah, I get it. You guys were out pretty late last night. No worries, they haven’t even brought our drinks yet.”
“Mom and Dad down there?” I ask.
Sam says they are, and tells me he’ll keep them occupied until Benny and I make it down there. My heart lifts for a moment, because he really is the best brother. Most of the time. He’s always had my back, and I know he always will. Raegan too.
Just as I’m finishing up on the phone, Benny walks out, towel around his waist. He looks at me with that same stoic, unreadable expression.
“Shower’s all yours,” he says. He looks at my suitcase. “We’ll have to touch base with the concierge later. You know, make sure you get your room situation taken care of.”
Right, my room. I’m only staying here one night because I neglected to inform the hotel I was coming early, after everything that happened with Keaton. My ex-fiancé.
And the one night I spend here, I end up with my hand in Benny’s pants and?—
I swallow as I rememberhisfingers buried in my aching, wet pussy. As his lips on my neck and his words in my ear brought me to my own release.
So much for the fucking cot.
So much for keeping his hands to himself.
But I guess I’m not much better, am I?
“Thanks,” I say as I grab a clean dress and underwear and bra, heading for the bathroom.
But I stop, inches away from him. He stands in front of the mirror, putting on some sort of face lotion or cream. His back is covered in tattoos, and part of me wants to stop and stare. Wants to trace all the lines, feel his skin beneath my palm.
The urge to settle my hand on his hip and apologize is heavy. But I don’t give in, I can’t.
“Are you…okay?” I ask, needing the reassurance. “We’re…okay?”
He looks at me in the reflection, a tense moment of silence forming between us.
“Of course, princess,” he says with a shrug, that stoic expression plastered like a mask on his face. “Why wouldn’t we be?”
His words hit me harder than they should.
“I just don’t want things to be weird, because we—” I cough. “You know.”
He turns to look at me, and in his deep blue eyes, there’s a softness that’s so foreign it makes my insides quiver.
“It was a moment of weakness. Doesn’t change anything,” he says. “I’m still Benny and you’re still Sophie.” He lets out a breath. “And we still have breakfast and a wedding to attend.” He lets out a soft sigh. “It won’t happen again. Promise.”
I nod in agreement. “Right. Won’t happen again.”
“Cool. Now, get showered and dressed and let’s get the fuck out of here.”
I head into the bathroom, letting his words settle on me.
A moment of weakness.
