Changing Course (Wrecked and Ruined #1)(63)

"Your brother?" Caleb asks.

"Yes, my brother. Am I speaking a foreign language? Get over here and freaking let him go!"

"Watch your mouth!" My brother tries to correct me from the floor, but he looks ridiculous telling me to watch my mouth while sitting in handcuffs.

"Freaking is not a bad word, and you should know after the filth that just came out of your mouth," I yell at Eric.

"Well if your friends here hadn't brutally assaulted me while hiding behind a badge, I imagine I'd be able to keep my language locked up a little tighter," he answers sarcastically. "Just go home Jesse, you look like a hooker."

I started to get mad, really I did. My brother is a real butt sometimes, but this isn't new information. He loves me, and tries to protect me. It just doesn't always seem that way. I feel a cool breeze beside me, and I swear I'm in the middle of a Twilight movie because Brett just appears in front of me.

"You son of a bitch." He grabs my brother by the collar pulling him close. "I don't give two shits who you are to her, you are going to watch your f*cking mouth," Brett says calmly, even though the look on his face is murderous. "Apologize. Now."

"Who the hell do you think you are telling me how to talk to my sister?" Eric, still handcuffed, steps up to Brett bumping him with his chest.

This is not exactly the way I had hoped Brett and Eric would meet. It's actually the worst-case scenario, but seeing Brett stand up for me like this is hot, and makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

"I'm her f*cking man, so you better start apologizing before you become her dead brother." Yep, definitely hot. His words make my heart swell and my panties wet. Does that make me his woman? Oh my God, I’m Brett Sharp’s woman!

Forgetting about the crap show that is going down in front of me, I feel a huge smile spread across my face. I mentally begin a victory dance and vow to myself to give it to Brett any way he wants it tonight. Her man. Eek!

Breaking me out of my inner celebration, I see Caleb move between the two angry guys. "You sit down," he says to Eric, "and you back the f*ck up before you do something stupid. For Christ sake, he's her brother. You just cuffed him, somehow I don't think brawling with him is going to win you any promotions. So back it up. Both of you." Who knew Caleb would be the rational one in this testosterone trio?

"You're dating this *? What the f*ck, Jesse?" Eric leans around Brett looking at me with crazed eyes. "Is this the dumb-ass who has you dressing like that and coming into bars alone?” Brett doesn't even let his words hit me before shoving Caleb out of the way and gripping Eric around the throat, pushing him hard against the wall.

"Are you dumb or just a prick? What the f*ck did I just tell you? Watch you're f*cking mouth when speaking to her." I surge forward to where he has Eric pinned. Brett must know the security here somehow because they are all just standing back watching this play out in front of them.

"Stop, you’re choking him!" I yell, smacking Brett's hand trying to get him to release my brother who is slowly turning blue.

He drags his eyes away from Eric long enough to glance at me for a beat, then one finger at a time removes his hand. I squeeze between them and feel Brett wrap a protective arm around my waist from behind. I'll deal with him in a minute but right now my jerk-face of a brother deserves my attention. Repeating Brett's words from earlier, I lay into him.

"You are going to watch you're freaking mouth when you talk about him. I'm not going to listen to you say one bad thing about him." Okay, so maybe I cleaned it up a little bit. I didn't want to break every rule I have just seconds before doing the one thing I have wanted to do for years.

Pulling my knee back, I slam it directly into Eric's crotch. I didn't want Brett to hurt him, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t going to do it myself. It wasn’t as hard as I would have liked for it to be, but I would like to have nieces and nephews one day so I guess it will have to do.

I love Eric, and tomorrow I’ll feel horrible for doing it, but I've had enough of his crap. There was never going to be a better opportunity either. He was standing helplessly handcuffed against a wall. I'm sure he will run home and tell mom, but I don't give a rat’s tail about the repercussions tonight.

Brett sucks in a breath behind me, lifting me off my feet and spinning me around so I can't reach Eric again. I'm not going to do anything else though. I figure one knee to the groin is enough retaliation towards my over-protective brother for one night. Suddenly, I remember that even though I'm ridiculously turned on by Brett's little macho showdown, I'm still annoyed at him for trying to arrest my brother.

"You!" I lean forward poking him again. It worked so well the first time, I figured I'd give it another shot. "You are not arresting him. He didn't do anything wrong. Well, maybe he did, but it was nothing more than a sibling argument. His heart was in the right place even if he was being a butt head about it. So un-cuff him and let him go. Be quick about it too, because we are going home."

"Gorgeous..." he starts, but I wave my hand to silence him. I'm done listening tonight. I just want to get him home and rip his clothes off piece by piece. Crap, Kara was right. He has turned me into a sex fiend.

"That's my brother and he's a lawyer, Brett. You are not arresting him. I'm annoyed and ready to leave. I spent two hours getting dressed up tonight. Now I'm wasting it all by going home, so you better make it worth my while when we get there." His eyebrows pop up as an amazing white smile slowly spreads across his face.