Nash Brothers Box Set - Carrie Aarons Page 0,35

it, she loves her family. And her laugh is the best sound I’ve ever heard.

On Friday night, I had her over for dinner at my place for the first time. Having a woman back in my house was … strange. But it only took a minute for that feeling to pass, and then we split a bottle of red and cooked tacos together, and it had been the best night I’d had in … well, maybe ever.

The night had ended with us on the couch, her shirt on the floor, and one beautiful breast fitting perfectly in each hand. I’d jacked off twice after she insisted on leaving, and I was still semi-hard as I pulled on my workout shorts this morning.

Presley left because we were both trying to pace ourselves even if we didn’t say it out loud. As much as I wanted to drag her upstairs and strip her naked, I held back. We were having a good time, what was the rush?

However … just because we were pacing ourselves didn’t mean I couldn’t surprise her at her class this morning.

I lock my front door and pull a ball cap down over my head; the brim shielding my eyes from the Saturday morning rays.

“Tell me again why I have to come to this?”

Forrest was sitting in one of the rockers on my front porch, in almost identical workout gear.

“Because I haven’t seen you in a while and you’re my brother. Plus, you’re getting a little pudgy around the middle.”

Forrest stands, lifting his shirt to show me his abs. “You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about, old man.”

I smile, shaking my head. “To be so young again. Ah well, you’re coming with me and that’s the end of it.”

“Whatever. I’m really just going to this thing because there are going to be a lot of women in yoga pants. Bending over. And it’s a nice day.”

Rolling my eyes, my annoyance at my brother sparks. Forrest is always the hardest one to keep in line. “Hey, where were you the other night, anyway? I haven’t seen you in a week. Fletcher needed you.”

I might be scolding him, but I’m the older brother and that’s my right. Forrest has always been the fringe sibling, the one who operates best without us all.

“Do we have to be up in each other’s fucking business all the time? We’re grown men,” he grumbles.

See? He’s fiercely independent, which is strange for someone in such a tight-knit family, much less a twin. But he could live on his own in a completely new place and guarantee, we’d never hear from him. I found out he went to London last year when I couldn’t get ahold of him for two weeks and we finally asked the travel agent in town who’d booked the trip for him.

And he’s so damn smart, so much smarter than any of us. It gives him an advantage, and grates at me as the oldest brother and head of the family now.

We walk over to Bloomsbury Park together, since I live so close, and my brother’s eyes light up as soon as we crest the hill to the field where Presley’s yoga class is located.

And there she is, standing in a group of women all wearing some sort of yoga legging or short and tank top combo. Presley has opted for the short, the magenta spandex highlighting every curve of her well-sculpted ass. They’re paired with a tight white athletic tank top, and how I’m going to get through this class without an erection is a mystery.

“No you didn’t.” When she spots me, she starts laughing and points to the rolled up yoga mat I carry under my arm.

“Amazon for the win, baby.” I shrug, making my way to her as the women around us watch.

“Hey, Forrest.” Lily waves at my brother, and then at me.

Despite what happened between her and Bowen, I know that Lily is an amazing girl. She was great for my brother and really did nothing wrong. But what she doesn’t know is the shit that went on behind the scenes … and how Bowen really did protect her. His rejection of her, his ignoring her, it’s for her own good.

“Lily.” Forrest nods and then turns to Presley. “And we met briefly, but I figured I should get to know the woman my brother is dating.”

A few whispers crop up when my brother says this, and I wink at Presley. The people in this town have already