Page 11 of Nailing Studs

Every time we ran into each other in the house, I could feel the heat coming off her body. She thought I couldn’t see her nipples growing hard for me. Or maybe she knew I could seeand didn’t mind. Either way, I had to get her off my brain. She was here to get the house old Ms. Vanderzee had lovingly bequeathed to her off her hands. It was none of my business.

Neither was the fact that even as she seemed to be physically attracted to me, Kayla was clearly attracted to Taylor, too.

At least, I couldn’t make it my business.

Even if I was tempted to.

God, how I was tempted.

I could too easily picture the three of us together—her, me and Taylor—and that had happened only one other time with a woman: Laura.

We’d all lived together in college. Then we’d all slept together. It had been good. Really good. We’d even experimented and brought in our friend Logan to join in on the fun occasionally, but ultimately it had been me, Laura, and Taylor who’d had the true bond. Or so I’d thought. I’d fallen in love with Laura, wanted the three of us to be together permanently, but Laura had really only wanted Taylor.

I hadn’t shared a woman with anyone since.

I missed it though.

I love being with a woman alone, but the sounds a woman makes with multiple men is indescribable. Even years later, I still grow hard when I recall the moans that escaped Laura’s lips as Taylor nibbled her inner thigh as I twisted her nipples. The dirty, nasty words she’d say as I slid the head of my cock in and out of that sweet, sweet mouth of hers while another man thrust deep inside of her, were seared into my mind. I could come by simply recallinghow she’d wrap one hand around my dick and one around Taylor’s as she lay between us, sweat dripping between her quivering breasts. And then when Logan came into the picture and there were four of us—hell. I could get hard merelythinking about the writhing mass of bodies formed by all of us, loving up and loving on one woman.

In the end, it was Taylor her heart wanted. Logan and I had just been convenient pleasure-giving pawns in her attempt to get it. Too bad for her Taylor wasn’t willing to give his love. She moved to a town near Fosterman and I had seen her around a few times, but we never spoke after the big break-up.

After Laura, when I was with a woman, I told myself to keep it at sex. No feelings involved to mess things up. No emotions. I fucked and fucked and never thought about anything further than the girl’s next moan, her next shiver down the spine, her next orgasm.

Only then I met Ada and broke my rule. And I'd paid the price for it. I couldn’t even blame Taylor this time.

Ada had beenall mine.

And then Ada left.

Once again, I’d fallen in love with a woman who might have loved me but ended up loving another man more.

So I swore again: no more feelings. No more emotions. Just sex.

You could keep it at “just sex” with Kayla, a devilish voice whispered inside my head. You don’t even like her, so why not? You could fuck her on every surface possible in that big house of hers. Hell, Taylor could join in if she wanted. Kitchen counters, bathroom floors, up against the windows on the second floor overlooking the road. Hell, anywhere, everywhere. I’d make her scream my name till she couldn’t even remember her own, and I’d enjoy watching Taylor do the same.

Yeah, that would be great, for damn sure.

The problem was, I knew myself a whole lot better now than I had when I was with Laura and then with Ada. The way Kayla looked at me, as if she could see every terrible, horrible thing I’d ever done and yet still kept looking, stirred something inside of me. I wish I could look at her and only see a hot piece of ass to chew on for a few weeks.

But I didn’t.

So I couldn’t pursue my attraction to her.

I couldn’t pursue her at all.

Because like it or not, like her or not, I was afraid that what started as “just sex” between me and her could easily turn into a whole lot more than I was ready for.

6

Kayla

After my moment with Taylor and subsequent run-in with Dom, I finally got dressed. Those two men, despite their shared profession, were as different as two men could be: Taylor—charming and easygoing and oh so sexy he made my teeth hurt; Dominic—bristly and bitter and oh so sexy he made my heart pound. Yes, even after his snarky comment to me, I still found him attractive, a fact I was trying not to think about.

I pulled on jeans and a simple tee, then applied a bare amount of make-up—powder, a swipe of mascara, and lip gloss—before combing the tangles out of my long, wet hair. Just the basics. I wouldnot primp for the handymen in my home no matter how hot they were. I’d made enough of a fool of myself already. They probably had women clients falling over them all the time.

I’d come here to start my life over and to take advantage of an opportunity Tabitha had given me to find my passion, not to flirt with handsome guys who’d end up hurting me in the end.

Granted, they might hurt me in the end anyway, financially speaking, but that wasn’t the same thing. I wanted toknow how much they’d quote me for a full renovation. Probably over a hundred K, which meant there’d be no way for me to fix up the place. If that was the case, I needed to start making other plans, like selling and moving to the Bay Area, not continue fantasizing about the men in my house.