Page 9 of Broken Prince
Chapter 2
Logan
I listen for her footsteps to disappear before I turn back to my brothers.
“That was pure torture,” Owen groans, closing his eyes as he lets out a deep breath.
Why did she have to come down here dressed like that? Now, all I can think about is how her breasts were hardly covered and the way her nipples pressed against her thin nightie.
It brought me back to the resort when she dressed in that sexy little bikini that drove me wild.
Shaking my head to rid myself of those inappropriate thoughts, I glare at my brother. “No.” I point my finger at him, scolding him like a child.
The asshole just looks amused. “Come on, brother, you can’t tell me your pants aren't feeling just a little bit tighter?” He leans back against the wall next to the stool while giving me a cocky smirk.
I don’t answer him because I hate how damn right he is. But I shouldn’t be affected by her. It’s not right, she’s our soon-to-be stepsister.
Fucking hell, I still can't believe this is really happening.
“Whatever,” I mutter. “Look, remember what we talked about. Delaney is off-limits. No matter what. Dad loves Melissa. We can’t mess with that. I don’t think she would take lightly that not only one of her husband’s sons slept with her daughter but all three.”
When my brothers told me that they each met a girl who gave them the best night of their lives, I thought they were messing with me. How likely would it be they had the same experience as me?
But I saw the looks in their eyes and the way they talked about her. I knew it wasn’t a lie. Both of them met someone who changed something deep within them, who captured their attention.
They didn’t tell me any names, so I had no idea that the girl they were talking about was the same girl who took me by surprise and had me doing things I told myself I wasn’t going to do.
I can’t afford to slip up; I have too much going on and too many people who depend on me.
But I can’t deny that she made me feel things I wasn’t ready for, things I didn’t want to entertain anytime soon. I only knew the girl for a few hours, for fuck’s sake, yet she had me throwing all logic out the window.
It’s a mistake I can’t make again.
No, not a mistake. What happened with Delaney wasn’t that. I don’t regret it. I just... I can’t be so careless, not again.
“And why do you think you get to be the one to make these decisions?” Elijah huffs. “You didn’t even bother telling us about her until she showed up at our door.”
Sighing, I lean back against the island.
When they told me about their dream girl, I may have left out the fact that I might have found my own. Not because I don’t trust my brothers, I do, they’re my best friends. It’s because they wouldn’t have let me live it down.
I gave up that kind of stuff a long time ago. One-night stands, I mean. After everything that’s happened over the past two years, I knew better. I know better.
Yet, I still had that one night with Delaney. And It's been haunting my dreams ever since.
“It’s complicated,” I grumble.
“This is certainly a first,” Owen chuckles.
“What is?” Elijah asks.
“Fucking the same girl. Hell, E, I thought you were still a virgin,” he teases at the end of another chuckle.
Elijah looks away, his body tensing, jaw tightening.
“Stop fucking with him,” I warn.
“I’m just messing with you.” He gives Elijah a playful shove.