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Ah, Matt, ever the voice of reason. Or maybe he’s still stuck on the scent of her sweet little pussy, and he doesn’t want to ruffle any feathers.
Either way, I envy him. I envy the fact that he spent the night with her, and I didn’t. It’s been too long since our little shopping trip, too long since I felt her velvety skin.
“I agree,” I say through gritted teeth. “She should feel no pressure whatsoever.”
“So, what about this,” Evan starts. “We can throw another party. It’s been a while since we’ve had one, and I think that kind of environment will set her at ease. It will let her relax. And it’ll be a fun thing for her to experience at the mansion. Maybe by that time, she’ll have made up her mind.”
None of us say anything.
“Besides,” he continues, “we’re known for throwing parties. We have to keep up appearances.”
Evan has a point, and I think it’s a great idea. Our father was always throwing the most extravagant parties, and I have no intention of abandoning his family legacy.
I need it, too. I need the space to breathe, and I need a distraction from Meg, my growing obsession.
“A party? That’s really a good idea, Evan. I think it might be the perfect solution for us,” I say.
“You guys really think it’s that simple, huh?” Matt chimes in. “Well, it’s not. I’m telling you, her feelings are deeper than all of that. I don’t think a party is just gonna make the problem go away.”
I pour myself a drink. “It may not solve everything, Matt, but it won’t hurt. Besides, it can help distract Meg. Planning a party might be fun for her to do. She can get dressed up and everything.”
Secretly, I’m still seething with jealousy over the fact that my brothers have bedded Meg. All except Evan, of course.
Fuck, I just want her to be mine. I just want to know when I can finally drag her to my bed and make the magic happen all over again.
Inwardly, I curse my luck of having handsome brothers. They’re family, all right—but the competition is stiff. I’m sick of fighting over every woman with them, especially this one.
“So, it’s settled then,” Paul says. “We’ll have a party. It won’t hurt anything, and it might help Meg to soften up and feel more part of the family. I want her to feel comfortable here.”
Evan looks pleased that his idea is a success. None of us are going to argue with him about throwing a party. It’s what we do best after all.
I’m all for the idea. The thought of having a diversion from my preoccupation with Meg is a luxury.
My brain and my heart are literally on fire for her at all times. I think of her constantly, and this desire in the pit of my stomach just won’t go away.
I need out. I need my old carefree life back, where feelings weren’t a part of the equation, and I wasn’t constantly lusting after just one woman.
I don’t know which one of us she’s going to choose, but I do know that the thought of living without her is becoming more and more of an impossibility.
I’m starting to think Meg is more than just some girl to me. I’m starting to think she’s more than just a fling.
I guess you can say I’m starting to develop an attachment to her—and it scares the living shit out of me.
Of course, I say nothing of this to my brothers. I can only hope that my feelings run deeper than theirs and that that makes Meg’s affections match my own.
I’m dying to know how she feels about me. I’m dying to settle this thing and to lock her down as my girl.
“So, it’s settled then,” Evan says. “We’re gonna host a party, in honor of Meg. What better housewarming present could we give her?”
I wonder what she’ll wear to the party. And it’s all I can do to maintain my hardening cock. Like I said, every time I think about, her my passion gets aroused.
I fight the temptation to ignore my brothers and to go back to the window so I can observe her tanning ritual.
Instead, I take my drink and offer up a cheer, “To Meg, and may the best man win.”
I down my drink quickly, which takes the edge off. “Shall we go and tell her the exciting news?” I prompt.
“That’s a great idea.” Matt’s being suddenly agreeable. “We can bring her the news together.”
With that, I find myself following my brothers down to the pool. As much as I despise the situation, I have to accept it. I’m starting to think I’ll accept anything as long as it means I can have Meg.
If she were mine, I’d undress her slowly and make love to her in the pool right now. Or in the hot tub. Or anywhere, really.
If she were mine, I wouldn’t let her out of my sight, and I’d make sure she was submissive to the only man worthy of her—me.
As it is, I resign myself to my fate and follow my brothers outside. This better end in my favor, or there’ll be hell to pay.
