Page 19 of Three Pucking Ex's Brothers
A strange look passes between them as Freddie says, “Russ is right. Right now, we just need to get you settled, okay?”
I nod as I follow them into the house, away from the brutal, dark night.
5
NORA
Freddie leadsme through the kitchen while he tells Russ to grab something for me to change into.
“You really didn’t have to let me stay,” I say, feeling strangely on the spot.
Freddie turns his jade gaze on me for a moment, and in the light of his house, I can see him better. His dark, messy hair, his faint five-o-clock shadow. His broad shoulders and thick biceps practically bulging out of his tight black T-shirt. In some ways, his features are similar to Brett’s. They’re both tall, built, and have that same chestnut hair that their father has, but that’s where the similarities stop.
All the Sterling brothers—Freddie, Rush, and Tommy—have their mother’s green eyes. Though the shade seems to vary from dark to light, with Freddie’s being the darkest. His green eyes remind me of a forest at night. Haunting, dark, and beautiful.
I look up at him, feeling a sort of embarrassment but also a strange sense of comfort.
“Brett’s father may be an asshole, but mine raised me right,” Freddie says as he nods for me to follow him down the hall to one of the bathrooms. I’m not sure how many are in this house, but the one he leads me to is pretty large.
“There’s spare toothbrushes—in their packaging of course—in the cabinet there.” He points to a large cabinet in the corner. “There’s also body wash, make-up wipes, period stuff,” he says as he runs a hand through his hair, his cheeks heating. “If you’re um?—”
“I’m not,” I say awkwardly. “Not yet, anyway.”
He nods, his cheeks rosy. “Okay, good to know, uh…basically, we’ve got whatever you need. I like to uh…be prepared. In case of surprise…guests.”
The realization dawns on me that his surprise guests are probably not out-of-town family or friends. No, Freddie, Rush, and Tommy are all single men in their twenties who play hockey. Theirsurpriseguests are likely the women they bring home and fuck.
Because that’s what single men do.
And apparently, somecommittedmen too.
The thought is unnerving to me, and I don’t know why. I don’t want to think about Freddie Sterling with his cock buried in some woman, using thatcommandingvoice…
My pussy twitches at that thought as visions of Freddie with his piercing green gaze and his dark hair, those broad shoulders on full displayoverme, heavily thrusting insideme.Telling me tocome.
I shove the intrusive thought away as my cheeks heat.
What the hell?
“Okay, thanks,” I say, swallowing awkwardly.
“Here.” Rush bursts through the bathroom door, carrying what looks like a pair of grayLansing Lionssweatpants and a large white shirt. And then I see a pair of boxers on top of the pile.
I raise an eyebrow at him as he sets them down on the counter.
“Sorry, I don’t exactly have anything smaller than this, and well…I know it might be weird, but I promise the underwear is clean,” he says with a smirk.
“Nothing’s grosser than old underwear after a nice hot shower.”
“Or bath,” Freddie says. “I mean, you can take a bath if you want to just, you know…relax or?—”
I look between them as they share some sort of knowing look. Again.
“Whatever you need,” Freddie says, his voice returning to that soft, commanding tone that makes my insides ache. “Whatever you need, Nora, just uh…let me know, okay?”
I nod, feeling strangely on the spot. “Yeah, of course, I’m uh—” I point to the shower, feeling the effects of my night hitting me at once.
“Right. Um…I’ll show you to the guest room when you’re done, just come find me in the living room, okay?” Rush says, running a hand behind his head.
