Firestorm - Ellie Masters Page 0,58
he was the oldest brother. He never mentioned being a twin.
“In every way.” The bastard is having far too much fun with me.
“You’re his brother?”
He holds out his hand. “Name’s Brody. I’m number two, the middle, wild child. Nice to meet you…” He pauses to let me fill in the gap.
“I’m sorry.” I take a step back, then replay the last few moments, especially the part where I shoved my hand down the front of his pants and flicked the tip of his dick. “Dear God, I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t be. Any guy would be lucky to have a sexy vixen like you around. Ace is a very lucky man. You’re definitely not shy about grabbing a man’s junk.”
“I can’t believe I—I thought you were him. I mean—I didn’t mean to…”
“Grope me? Cop a feel? Flick my dick?”
“Oh my God, you have to stop talking, right now!” Heat radiates off my cheeks.
“I wish I was Ace.” He gives me another head to toe look. “He’s fucking lucky. I’d love to have a chick grab my junk like that. Just dig in and go for it. Damn, that’s fucking hot.”
“I didn’t know who you were. I thought you were—”
“Yeah, yeah. I get that a lot. Unfortunately for me, I’m not him, otherwise…” He glances at the countertop and I know exactly what he’s thinking.
Holy fuck, this is mortifying.
From the blood rushing to my face and the heat radiating off of it, I’m fully capable of setting off my own damn forest fire. I cover my cheeks and take a step back, putting as much distance between myself and Brody as possible.
I had my hands down his pants. I touched the tip of his dick. I just can’t…
This isn’t something I’m going to walk away from.
“I’m so embarrassed right now.” I cup my face and cover my eyes, but there’s nowhere to hide. It’s not like I can go back and erase time.
“Don’t be. It could happen to anyone.”
“Not me.”
“But it did happen to you, and to me. We were both here for that little bit of grope-age.”
“I can’t believe I did that. I really thought you were him.”
“Well, I’m not. And you know my name, but I still don’t know yours. It’s been some time since my brother brought a girl home. You must be special, which means I need to know your name. I gotta do the mandatory background checks and make sure you’re not some random groper.”
“Oh my God, will you please stop? And, please don’t tell him that I…” Holy hell. My fingers brushed the tip of Brody’s cock. “Mortified doesn’t begin to touch on how I feel right now.”
“You’re the first chick to say she’s mortified after touching my dick.” His chuckle sounds exactly like Asher’s. “I usually get a far more positive reaction, but then you kind of know what it all looks like below my belt, considering Ace and I are identical—”
“You seriously need to stop right now.”
It’s hard to tease apart the fact that the man standing before me, who looks exactly like Asher, sounds exactly like Asher, feels just like Asher, and smells exactly like Asher, is not in fact the man I spent the night with.
I don’t know whether to feel turned on or sick to my stomach. If there’s an ick factor to this, my mind and body isn’t connecting with it. Brody is just as handsome as his brother, which is fucking confusing as hell.
“Where is Asher?”
“Yeah, you better tell him first. He’s likely to punch me in the face for letting you grope me.”
“Can you please stop saying that word?”
“You mean grope?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, if you tell Ace you copped a feel, then I won’t have to explain how you were flicking my dick with your finger. Since it’s unlikely he’ll punch you, I’d appreciate you calming him down a bit.”
“That’s not any better.”
“Sorry, sis. I am what I am. And you are? I still don’t have a name.”
“It’s Evelyn. Now do you know where he is?”
“Hmm, that’s a pretty name.” He’s cocksure, just like his brother. Brody glances out the kitchen window and I follow the path of his gaze. The corner of his mouth tics up. “You know, I think I remember him heading to the barn. Why don’t you try out there? He’ll be the one wearing a yellow shirt.”
“Thank you, and again, I’m so sorry.”
“Hun, this has definitely been the best part of my day.”
“Well, that makes one of us.”
“Chin up, hun. It happens more often than you