Kayla
When I woke the next morning, it was to the late-morning light drifting through the window and the realization that Taylor was no longer in bed beside me. The sheets felt cold and I snagged them up close.
I’d slept most of the night, only waking once—to find Taylor’s mouth between my legs. He’d brought me to a fast, hard orgasm, but when I’d tried to reciprocate, he’d pulled me into his arms and whispered for me to go back to sleep. I hadn’t argued. My mind still numb and my body still trembling with my release, I’d practically passed out, but not before marveling that Taylor’s generosity seemed to know no bounds.
I sat up, looking around. He hadn’t left during the night, had he? Because if so, I’d be pissed, which might make me seem possessive, and clingy, and ungrateful after all he’d done to pleasure me but it was also true. If he’d left without saying goodbye, especially after making such a big deal about sleeping over, it didn’t matter if it made sense or not—I’d feel used and abandoned. He’d have to come back to work on the house and I’d have to face him and…
But then, suddenly, the bedroom door opened and Taylor made his way inside, hair a little damp and wearing a different outfit than the one he’d taken me out in the night before. Immensely relieved, I blinked at him for a moment.
“Where did you go?” I asked, feeling a little stupid.
He plopped down on to the bed next to me and planted a kiss on my cheek. “Showered and changed into the clothes Dom brought me.” He tipped his head toward the window.
I peered outside to see both Taylor’s car and the work truck sitting outside. I jumped up, clutching the sheets close to my body. “He’s here already?”
Taylor nodded, a grin on his face as he raked his hand through his hair. He didn’t seem bothered whatsoever, but my heart was racing at the thought of Dom knowing what had happened between us the night before, of him coming in and seeing us like this. Which obviously he already knew, since he’d brought Taylor a change of clothes.
For a second, I saw red as jealousy reared its ugly head. Boy, they had this down to a science, didn’t they?
“I can see where your mind is going, but it’s not like that,” Taylor said quietly. “He doesn’t normally bring me a change of clothes, but I needed to have something to work in, so I texted him.” He squeezed my hand.
His assurance eased my worry. “Okay, thanks. I’m just nervous, I guess. Not used to this.” I pulled my hand out from his and hopped up awkwardly, then went over to the closet to pull out something to wear. “Just so you know, I’m still going to go down there and pretend that none of this happened.”
He fell silent. I glanced back to find him looking a little hurt by my words. “You don’t regret this, do you?” he asked.
Memories of last night flooded through my head, now lit by the glow of the morning light and looking even better than they had in the darkness. “No, I don’t,” I assured him. “I really don’t. I just…give me time to get used to this, okay?”
His expression loosened, and that adorable dimple in his cheek showed once more as he gave me a quick grin. After standing, he came over and kissed my cheek. “I get it. And again, it’s okay, Kayla, on my part, too. I enjoyed what we did, but I know you have feelings for Dom. Explore them. Be with him. Hopefully, you’ll still want to be with me, too, but if not…I’m a big boy. I can handle it.”
Wait, had he said feelings? Taylor hadn’t said attraction. He hadn’t said lust or desire or need. Feelings. He’d said feelings. I knew my body wanted Dom. I knew my breasts wanted his fingers on them, my lips wanted his lips on them, my body wanted his body on it. In it. But did my heart want him? Did my soul?
I knew the answer.
I’d been ignoring how close I was getting emotionally to Dom, to Taylor. I’d been pretending it was just physical, just sex, just two, three bodies. Because I could walk away from sex. Walking away from more would be harder.
Feelings meant I was entering dangerous waters. And I hadn’t even realized it.
I wasn’t going to argue that he was a big boy, because oh boy, we’d learned that last night, hadn’t we? But the reassurance felt good. I eyed him a moment longer and was about to open my mouth to respond when there was a knock at the door that made me jump.
“You decent?” Dominic’s voice came through the door.
“Nope,” I yelled back. “Give me a minute.”
I looked over my shoulder, a little embarrassed about the fact that Taylor was still in the room. But then I saw the way he was leaning back and watching me, enjoying the sight of me like this half-naked, and I turned away and let the covers drop. The morning light spilling through the window bathed me in warmth, but my skin still prickled beneath his gaze.
“You were right,” I muttered, as I pulled on jeans and a T-shirt.
“About what?” he asked.
“The fact that I’m going to have a big-ass smile on my face the rest of the day,” I admitted, then planted my hands on my hips and struck a pose. “Do I look alright?”
“Fucking fine,” Taylor said, stepping forward to gently brush a strand of hair off my face. “And thank you for not hiding again. You really are beautiful. Ready?”
“As I’ll ever be,” I sighed, finally following him out into the hall.
Dominic waited there, grinning. Well, as much of a grin as Dom could have. “Good night last night?” he asked.
Taylor murmured, “A gentleman never tells,” before wandering off to start work for that day.
“Yeah, but you’re no gentleman,” Dom called after him, as Taylor’s laughter echoed down the stairwell. Dom turned to me. “Right?”
“Uh, um, well, I mean...” I felt myself flushing bright red. “I wouldn’t…”
“Hey, it’s cool, I’m only playing,” Dom said, eyeing my outfit. Was he trying to imagine what I’d look like naked? Was he imagining when his turn would come? “I can be playful every once in a while, you know. Want some breakfast? I could make you something, if you worked up an appetite.”
He was fishing for information, but like Taylor, I wouldn’t tell. Whatever happened, happened, right? Dominic’s own words.
“I’m good. Besides, I’m the cook here and you’re going to be working hard enough as it is. Why don’t you let me make you breakfast?”
“You sure? You don’t have to.”
I took a chance and rested my hand on his chest. The muscles there tightened and he inhaled a swift breath. I caressed his chest, then leaned up and placed a light kiss on his cheek, so very close to his lips, before backing away. Considering what I’d done last night with Taylor, it felt more natural than I’d ever thought possible.
“I want to, Dom. I want to take care of you. To make you feel good. You know that, right?”
His eyes darkened and he placed his hands on my waist, pulling me to him.
I could feel the hardness of his cock pressing through his jeans. Did I care that I’d just spent the night with Taylor and was already flirting with Dom? No, I didn’t. This was our arrangement, our agreement, and once I’d gotten all my worries out of the way and saw for sure that no one would be hurt, it came more easily than I imagined.
Right as we were locked in that pose where I so easily could’ve kissed him, we heard a knock come from downstairs. Dom and I both cocked our heads as we heard the door open.
Taylor’s voice suddenly echoed up the stairwell. “Logan! Good to see you, but what the hell are you doing here?”
Logan. The thought of that oh-so-fine man all dressed in his business suit as sexy as fuck hit a primal part of my mind and suddenly my senses were in overdrive. I must have taken in a sharp breath because Dom’s grip on me tightened.
“You remember Logan, don’t you?” he said, his tone more of a challenge than a question.
“The real estate agent from when we went out to lunch. Friend of yours, right?”
The flicker of a smile I thought I caught on Dom’s face was there one second, gone the next. “Something like that.” He backed away from me, and at first I thought he was mad, but instead, his expression held something unique…like he had a secret he wanted to tell me and he hoped I’d like it.
I hoped I’d like it, too.