Wild about Weston (The English Brothers Book 5) Read Free Page A

his on-again, off-again girlfriend and date for Fitz’s wedding.
    He grabbed the dozen long-stemmed red Valentine’s roses from his refrigerator and ran through the checklist in his mind again, satisfied he wasn’t forgetting anything. Pulling his black overcoat out of the small front closet, he pictured Connie naked as he closed and locked the door behind him, making the decision to pick her up early. Maybe he’d catch her coming out of the shower, and she’d be up for a quickie before driving out to Haverford. Weston grinned at his reflection in the brass wall of the elevator, his body tightening a little in anticipation. Connie was always horniest right before social events, a fact Weston knew because he’d often been the beneficiary of her favors at such times.
    Heading out the front door of his modest apartment building located near the University of Pennsylvania, Weston hailed a cab and gave the driver Connie’s address.
    With his four brothers in serious relationships and Weston’s second-oldest brother, Fitz, getting married today, Weston turned his thoughts to his relationship with Connie.
    Weston had known Constance Atwell for most of his life. The Atwell sisters had grown up in the same area of Haverford as the English brothers, and they’d attended the same country club, hunt club, dance school, and Catholic Church. While Weston’s mother, Eleanora English, and Charity Atwell weren’t the best of friends, the Atwell’s had certainly been invited to the annual English summer party every year.
    The crossover hadn’t ended there, and Weston cringed as two of his four older brothers, Barrett and Alex, passed through his mind. Barrett had dated Connie’s sister, Felicity, casually for several years, only to dump her last fall when he got serious with his now-fiancée, Emily Edwards. And although Connie’s other sister, Hope, should have known better than to expect a commitment from Alex, she was very hurt when he chose Jessica Winslow over her just before Christmas.
    Weston and Connie had never declared their feelings for each other. Theirs had been a tumultuous relationship, sometimes quite hot with them spending days and days (and nights and nights) together before having a disagreement and “breaking up.” A few weeks—or months—would pass and they’d bump into each other again. With their chemistry as scorching as ever, they’d pick up where they left off, and another slew of hot, intense days and nights inevitably followed by a fallout would commence.
    If Weston was honest, he’d admit that in the beginning the roller coaster nature of their time together was a big turn-on. He loved fucking Connie. He loved fighting with her. He loved making up with her. Was it mature? No. Was it hot? Fuck, yes. And he was fairly sure that Connie liked the ups and downs—the excitement of breaking up and making up—just as much as Weston did.
    Except, it was getting a little old after a year. He wanted more than fucking and fighting in an endless rotation. He didn’t know if it was possible for him and Connie to build something real, but lately he liked the idea of giving it a try. Today he planned to broach the subject with her—to see if she wanted to jump off the carnival ride and give a real relationship a try.
    He knew the way Barrett and Alex had treated Felicity and Hope might make it difficult for Connie to trust Weston, but he planned to assure her that he wouldn’t treat her as his brothers had treated her sisters. He didn’t like the idea that his chance for something real with Connie might be compromised by the actions of his older brothers.
    Weston huffed, clasping his jaw in his fingers as the cab neared Connie’s apartment. For most of his life, Weston hadn’t liked being the youngest of five. So much of his identity was determined by the fact that he was “the youngest English brother,” and also by the behavior of the four preceding brothers. Friends and acquaintances somehow