Page 59 of My Brother's Best Men
“I’m sorry.” I suck in a breath as I try to sit up, angling to grab my exploding cock. I tense, because I must look like a damn idiot to her.
I know sheknowsI’m a virgin, but it’s another thing to witness a twenty-five-year-old man come in his pants just because you were straddling him and not actively doing anything.
“It’s okay,” she says as I try to breathe.
“No, it’s not,” I whine as I cover my face with my free hand, my cock finally starting to settle down. The water rushes up around us, and for a moment we both sit there amidst the waves.
“This is all my fault, I?—”
She grasps my hand and pulls it away from my face. “Matthew,” she whispers. “Look at me.”
“I can’t,” I say.
“Why not?” she presses.
“Because it’s embarrassing, Soph. Obviously.”
“You think I’m embarrassed? Because I’m not.”
I open my eyes. “What?”
She moves my hand gently from where I hold myself, her eyes boring into mine. “I’m not mad or embarrassed. What happened was just…”
I look at her, my heart in my throat.
“I know a thing or two about pent up sexual frustration, trust me,” she says softly.
I laugh, because how can I not?
“Pent up sexual frustration? What do you know about pent up sexual frustration?” I say as she helps me to stand. She’s soaked too, up to her hip. She adjusts her dress and I adjust my cock, which has finally settled down.
She settles closer to me, resting her hand on my back, gently guiding me to move. “More than I want to admit,” she says with a chuckle.
“Who was it?” I ask, curious. “Who had you all wound up tight?”
I don’t know why I ask, maybe to distract myself. I don’t really expect her to answer me, but she does.
“Benny,” she says carefully.
My eyes widen. Are you kidding me? Benny is so…
“Elijah,” she says, his name wistful and sweet on her tongue.
My heart sinks because I know how he feels about her. How he’s always felt.
Then she looks up at me with those bright eyes, glimmering once more with something unfamiliar.
“You.”
I stop, dead in my tracks.
The water brushes our feet as I look at her in question.
“Me?” I ask, nearly breathless.
I turn around, thinking maybe Eli or Benny are here because she can’t possibly be talking aboutme. But we’re pretty far down the beach, and there’s no one else here. The sky is that dark shade ofdusk. It’s quiet, not very well lit, and I think we should probably head back…
Her hand grasps my chin as she pulls me to look at her. I look down at her in awe, her words hitting me hard in the chest.
