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which should be in about two hours.
    “ I think about you a lot more than I should and I don’t know what to do about it.”
    Fuck. “Just be quiet and I’ll get you home to J.B.,” he promised, almost pleadingly.
    “I love him.”
    Sucker punch, right to the solar plexus. He sucked in a wheezing breath. “Yeah, I know. He loves you too.”
    “And I love you,” she confessed in a barely -there wisp of sound.
    Everything inside Ant froze at her words, his hands clenched tight around the steering wheel, eyes staring unseeing at the road. At least his body had the sense to ease off the accelerator, the truck slowing on the dark lane that led to his house. Don’t look down, don’t look down. Like a man walking a tight rope, he chanted the words to himself as he depressed the accelerator again, the truck shooting forward. If he didn’t look down, if he didn’t listen, it wouldn’t be real. Wouldn’t be tearing out his fucking chest because, despite her words, he couldn’t fucking have her.
    But it didn’t matter if he didn’t look down anymore because she suddenly sat up on the bench. Good. If she sat on the other side of the truck, he wouldn’t be tempted to do something that’d ruin his relationship with his brother. Like whip out his dick and feed it to Logan inch by inch before he fucked her raw.
    Except she didn’t stay on her side of the truck. No, she scooted over until she sat right next to him, her flowery scent wafting to his nose, the heat of her body pressed along his right side as though she belonged there. She does, a little voice whispered, but he shook it off.
    “You should get on the other side and put your seatbelt on,” he muttered, staring at the road as though it was lined with mines.
    Her hand touched his thigh as she twisted on the seat, leaning into him. “Do you hate me?”
    That was enough to bring his attention around to her and he blinked. “What? Of course not. Why would you even ask that?”
    She nibbled on her lip, the shadows of the truck making it difficult to see her expression. “Because I love you and your brother and I want both of you and that makes me a slut, doesn’t it? You hate me now, don’t you?”
    An image, sinful and impossible, eased into his mind and wouldn’t let go. Of having Logan pinned between him and J.B., her body available to him, to his brother, her cries of ecstasy ringing in his ears. Ant had indulged in a lot of wild shit when he was younger, but never shared a woman with another man. The thought should have disgusted him , because he so didn’t want to see another man naked, especially his brother, but with the thought of having Logan there, her body accepting everything he had to give, everything J.B. had to give… It was an intriguing picture and made his balls draw up tight with the need to come.
    But that wouldn’t happen. He’d never be able to ask that of his brother. J.B. worshipped the ground Logan walked on and he was a possessive man, just like Ant. They’d never shared their toys as kids, getting in unholy fights over what they each perceived as theirs. Those fights had torn them up, both physically and emotionally. And that was over material things that could be easily replaced or replicated. It would be a million times more devastating to fight his brother over Logan.
    “You think I’m a whore,” she whispered , in a broken tone that jerked him back to cold reality. She shifted away from him, moving to the other side of the truck where’d asked her to go in the first place. “I’m sorry.”
    “I don’t hate you,” he bit out, hands strangling the steering wheel. Thank fuck the house came into view. He couldn’t get her out of his truck fast enough and raced up the drive. “And I don’t think you’re a whore. You just had a little too much to drink tonight, that’s all.”
    She didn’t say anything, just kept her face turned away as she opened the door.
    “Logan,” he tried again, but she slid off the bench,