Page 2 of Three Pucking Ex's Brothers
“Is it too early to say ‘she shoots and scores?’” Zayne says and we all laugh.
“Never,” Abby says as she hugs me.
Today is perfect. Tonight is going to be even better.
Starting with my surprise for Brett.
Pam gives me a soft smile. “You don’t have any other clients today, Nora, you can head out early.”
I turn to look at her in surprise. Usually, I like to hang out until the end of my shift if only in case walk-ins come through, but…
“Are you sure?” I ask.
Pam nods. “Of course, sweetheart. Today’s a special day for the two of you, and I wouldn’t want anything to get in the way.” She says the words sweetly, but also with a hint of sarcasm.
“Shit, maybe I should get engaged and you’ll give me the night off,” Zayne bites, and I watch in the mirror as Abby smacks him.
“Ow!” he whines.
“Shut the fuck up, Zayne.”
I giggle, and Pam rolls her eyes as Zayne lets me go and Abby heads to the door to let in Mrs. Walker, one of our regular roller sets.
“Go.” Pam nods to the door. “Before the natives get restless.”
I nod, heading to grab my purse because I’m not going to argue with her.
I’d planned on meeting Brett at the restaurant since I was originally scheduled to work until five, but showing up at the house early to surprise him feels like the icing on the proverbial cake.
I get into my car and take a deep breath. I look amazing. I feel amazing. Nothing can go wrong today. Not when I know that this is it. Everything in my life is about to change; I can feel it.
So I turn the radio up and embrace the poppy beats of Sabrina Carpenter, and head off toward our house.
Well, technically it’s Brett’s house, but I’ve been living there for six months, which has been amazing. It’s spacious and warm, and I know it will be the perfect place to raise our kids when the time comes. Brett might be known as a bad boy on the ice, but despite his reputation, he’s been more than successful.
When I pull into the driveway, his car is already there, so I rest easier. He must’ve gotten out of practice early. I know he’s not expecting me, which makes this surprise all the better.
I park and take my time tiptoeing up to the door, expecting it to be locked, but when I get there, I’m surprised it isn’t. In fact, it’s ajar.
I carefully push it open and look around, thinking maybe he just didn’t realize it didn’t shut fully. No matter, I carefully push it shut and try my best to be light on my feet so he won’t hear me.
When I get to the hall, I hear his deep, loud moan.
“Fuck,” he hisses, and my insides twist.
Oh, even better. Not only am I going to catch him by surprise, but I’m going to catch him in the middle of his me time, which I can totally use to my advantage.
“That’s it,” he moans. “Fuck…”
His moans go straight to my loins, and my blood rushes in my veins as I approach our door, and then I hear a woman’s moans.
Must be watching porn again, even though we talked about that. But I guess I’m in no position to ask him not to do it when he’s alone, since it’s his private time…
The words are unintelligible as she curses, and then I open the door.
And scream.
Because there’s my boyfriend, lying on his back—his hands on some other girl’s ass as he lifts her and slams her down on his cock. “Fuck!” he calls out. “I’m coming!”
