My little brother is a brat who lives to press every last one of my buttons, and when he moved in with me a few months ago, it only got worse. But my house, my rules. I’m an officer of the law, and here at home, I am the law. It’s a simple fucking fact of life that Brady can’t seem to get through his pretty little head. Like tonight. As soon as I show up at the station for my shift, he blows up my phone with slutty little selfies designed to send my temperature through the roof. I know what he’s up to, and he knows it’s not allowed. He keeps trying to get rid of his V-card and I keep cock blocking him at every turn, because… dammit. Let’s not go there. I sure as hell can’t let myself. Not ever. But where I am going tonight? I’m going to stop him before he does something stupid. Although if he’s still wearing the scrap of red lace he just sent me a pic of, I may just end up doing something even more stupid once I find him…