Page 53 of Filthy Rich Brother's Best Friends

She steps out fully now, gripping the frame of the door like she needs the support. Her shirt hangs loose off one shoulder, oversized enough to pass for modest until you notice the shorts underneath. Those are just long enough to barely cover her ass. My cock twitches in response.

There’s a flush to her skin that I don’t think is from the shock of seeing us. She’s glowing too. Her mouth is swollen in a way I know too well. Even her hair is fucked. It’s been thrown up haphazardly, twisted into a messy ponytail and clearly done on the fly.

She looks wrecked in the way you only look after someone’s taken their time with you. Recently.

And it wasn’t me. Fuck.

I glance at Wes. But he doesn’t seem to see what I see. He’s watching her, but it’s surface-level. There’s nothing to indicate he knows what she was just up to or sees the way she won’t look me in the eye.

My eyes drift back to Lola. Because even after she’s been fucked by someone else I still can’t stop looking at her.

The side gate clicks open drawing my attention for a moment. Miles steps through it. Oh, thank fuck. I need someone, anyone to help me get through this conversation without spontaneously combusting.

I scan the porch as we turn toward the lawn. No sign of Jude, which is weird—he’s usually outside drinking his green juice by now. Is he in Lola’s bed right now, waiting for her to come back?

That piece of shit.

Miles’s eyes sweep the driveway, landing on Wes first, then Lola, then me. He pauses just long enough to register the awkwardness.

“Didn’t know you were stopping by,” he says.

“I was in the area, figured I’d come see my baby sister. Apparently I’m not the only one.”

Miles nods, but I can see the wheels turning behind his eyes. His attention moves back to Lola, and something in his posture tightens. I’m not imagining things, then. That girl looks like she just hopped off someone’s dick and stumbled down the stairs.

He shakes his head and turns his attention back to Wes. “Good timing. I was just about to make some waffles. Come eat.”

Wes nods. “Yeah, sure.”

Lola hesitates. It’s small, barely a pause, but I feel it loud and clear. Then she nods. “Right, yeah. Sure.”

We head across the lawn, Wes and Miles falling into step together. Lola hangs back, trailing a few steps behind them. She stays as far away from me as possible. Her eyes skim over me once before snapping forward.

Yeah, girl. I know what you were up to.

“How’s the loop coming?” Wes asks.

Miles shrugs. “Needs work, but it’s stable. We’re rewriting some of the sequencing logic. Jude wants to automate the low-priority triggers.”

“Smart. Is it running clean on the dev side?”

“Mostly. Some noise from the rollback handlers, but nothing we can’t patch.”

Jude is in the kitchen when we enter. His face does this tight little twist when he sees Wes walk in.

“Hey man. Do you know my sister?” Wes asks.

“Hey,” Jude says, almost as high-pitched as Lola did a few minutes ago. “Didn’t know you two were related.”

Wes lifts one brow. “You didn’t?”

Lola coughs like she’s choking on air.

Jude’s smile is half polite, half what-the-fuck. He shoots a glance at Lola. He knows he missed a critical piece of intel because she just conveniently forgot to mention her brother is our best friend.

Jude moves toward her. I watch in what feels like slow motion as he reaches out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear—but she sidesteps and he moves away from her awkwardly.

Miles bought a huge circular table for the room and I rolled my eyes when I saw it, but today it works in my favor. Because even though Jude snags a spot next to Lola, I can take the one on her other side.