I Slept With The Wrong Brother And I Liked It

He couldn't do this to her again. He was always running late for their dates or just cancelling last minute.The door opened. Willow turned her head, hoping Mark was finally turning up for their date. But a couple walked through instead. They shared a kiss before the waitress led them to their table.The waiter came back to refill her water for the second time. She avoided his eyes, knowing the look that would be waiting there. Pity.Willow looked at the empty chair across the table. Still pushed in. It was damn embarrassing, having your date turn up late or not at all.She checked her phone again. Still no messages. She'd tried calling him, but it kept going to voicemail. She didn't know if she should just leave. It was already twenty past seven. He should have been here twenty minutes ago. The last time Mark had turned up thirty minutes late, he'd said he was sorry and he wouldn't do it to her again. Here she was anyway. The pattern had gotten worse the longer they'd dated.It was t

She paid the cab driver and stood on the sidewalk outside Mark's building, her clutch under her arm and Paige's voice still running on a loop in the back of her head."She's right. I can do this. I'm allowed to want him." Then, realizing how loud that sounded in the night, she shushed herself and giggled.She headed inside and got into the elevator, pressed the button, and rode it up to the fourth floor. It was late, around midnight. She was sure Mark would be sound asleep by now.The hallway was quiet. She found her keys, looking for Mark's key, the little silver one that Mark had cut for her eight months ago. It took her three attempts to get the key in the lock.A giggle bubbled up out of nowhere, and she pressed her free hand over her mouth to smother it. She had no idea what was funny. Possibly everything. Possibly nothing. Possibly just the image of herself failing to unlock a simple door, slightly drunk, about to seduce her own boyfriend.She got herself together and pushed the

She needed to get rid of this underwear. She should have removed it before getting into bed so it wouldn't be in the way now. But she had wanted to keep her bra and panties on until she was sure he wouldn't push her away.She sat up and looked down at the shadow of his face. His hands were still where she had put them, above his head, and the fact that he was still keeping them there, still doing as she had told him, sent heat moving through her all over again. "Don't move."She moved off him, reached down and found the waistband of her underwear, and lifted up on her knees just enough to push them down and work them free and drop them somewhere over the side of the bed. Then she settled back over him, bare this time, nothing between them, and they both went still at exactly the same moment.The heat of him against her was startling. She had felt him through the fabric, and that had been enough to make her breathless, but this was different. Direct and real and considerably more than

She scrambled out of bed, realizing almost too late she was naked. Her hands grabbed for the sheet, yanking it with her, wrapping it around herself as she stumbled backward away from him.This couldn't be happening.Reid sat up slowly, watching her, and his face gave away nothing. Just that same intense look he always had, the one that made her squirm.Her heart was hammering so hard she could hear it in her ears."What are you doing here?" The words came out high and breathless. "What are you doing in Mark's bed?" Willow looked around. Was this some kind of sick joke? Was Mark somewhere in the apartment? No, he wouldn't do this to her. Surely.He didn't answer right away. Just looked at her with those brown eyes. Brown, not blue. Brown with flecks of yellow that caught the morning light coming through the curtains. Eagle eyes. Right at this moment, she did feel like prey under his intense gaze.She couldn't believe she hadn't noticed that she hadn't been in bed with Mark. She had pus

"You're lying." But she didn't sound sure anymore."I wouldn't be that cruel to you, Willow.""Then why would you say that? Why would you tell me something like that? Because it's not true. It can't be.""Because it is true." Reid picked up his phone from the nightstand before moving to her side. "And I can prove it.""I don't want to see whatever you think you have.""Too bad." He pulled up the photos Hal had sent him last night before he'd gone to bed. The ones Reid had asked for because he'd been looking for something concrete to show Willow, proof of what Mark actually was. He'd gotten more than he'd bargained for. He hadn't known how he was going to break it to her but wanted the evidence just in case. "Look at this."He held the phone out to her. She didn't take it. Just stood there staring at him with those wide eyes."Look at it, Willow.""No." Was she worried about what she might see? He didn't blame her, but she needed to see who his brother truly was."Look at it. It isn't