Page 39 of Nailing Studs
“I plan to say differently, too.” That was Dom speaking, and when I turned to question him with my eyes, he winked and turned to the new guy. “What about you, Logan?”
Wait, were they offering me up to Logan, too? Didn’t I get a say in this?
Logan slanted a look at Dom. “Knock it off, Dom. Be careful what you ask for. You just might get it.”
I flicked my gaze between all three men. Taylor was watching me carefully, judging my reactions to all this. I knew that part of him wanted me to reject Logan’s advances, but I also knew it turned him on, seeing me have so many choices. Maybe that was part of the thrill, putting themselves up against other guys to see if they’d win the girl. That way, it’d be a challenge more worth pursuing.
Or maybe the idea of all of us in one bed, naked and fucking, was such a turn-on that each of them was willing to go there.
“I think Kayla gets to say. Right, Kayla?” Taylor smiled as he leaned on the counter, legs crossed, looking so fucking fine, so cowboy-against-a-wooden-fence delicious.
“That’s all that matters,” Dom added, smiling at me. “Kayla’s the cook. Kayla gets to say what goes in our mouths. We’re nothing but her guests.”
And right then, I realized this was more than just three guys all fighting for the same woman. This was about me—about my choice—about my desires. They were pawns in their own game, but I was the Queen, like Taylor had said, and I’d never felt so in charge in my life.
My skin prickled under their gazes. Deliciously rattled, I turned back to the food. I knew I looked hot from behind because I’d picked the jeans that made my ass stand up a little. An image of me between all three, feeding them my body, then of me kneeling and helping myself to these three men, flashed through my brain. Now that would be my breakfast of champions, I thought, then immediately shook the thought away. Fantasies were one thing, but fantasizing while the featured men were standing next to me? Quite another.
Logan came over to stand near me. “Guys, you’re making her nervous. Need a hand?”
“Nope, got it all covered. Thank you.” Quickly, I dropped the rounded batter onto the hot griddle and waited while the pancakes bubbled up. “You live in town?” I asked Logan while Dom and Taylor diverted their attention from me and started talking about the tasks they were going to work on today.
Logan leaned against the counter next to me. He was different from the other guys in that he was sharper, more concerned with his appearance. “Not exactly. I live about an hour away, in one of the towns east of the San Francisco Bay, but I come to Fosterman every so often to show a client a space or two. This area’s starting to get more developed.”
“I noticed that. Between restaurants and bed-and-breakfasts, this place seems to be growing. Wineries, too.”
He nodded. “Yup, and it’s only going to grow faster, better, stronger. So if you’re going to sell, don’t wait too long. Might take a couple of months to sell after putting the place on the market, but a lot of buyers are snapping stuff up, and at high prices. Those prices won’t last.” As we chatted, I noticed the smooth shave of his chin, the way his cheeks naturally drew into dimples as he talked. He didn’t have to try too hard to look sexy. Besides being gorgeous, it was all in his attitude.
I flipped the pancakes and added butter and brown sugar to the apples I’d prepared and placed in the small saucepan.
Looking me over, Logan asked, “What about you? Your card said New York City. What on earth would bring you out here, city girl?”
“To get away from dicks like you,” Dom interjected, and Logan flipped him the bird behind his back. I laughed. His green eyes stuck on me, though.
“Forgetting the past, shall we say?” I told him. “My job laid me off, asshole boyfriend dumped me, and there was nothing left for me there. So I’m here, figuring out my life.” It was all I wanted to say for now. There was so much more to my story, but I had a feeling Logan wouldn’t be as interested as Taylor or Dom. Right now, he looked like he wanted to flip me over and give my knees rug burns.
“It’s a good place to be,” Logan said. “At a crossroads with so many choices. Not a bad thing, Kayla. Use this opportunity wisely to figure out what you want.”
From his intense look, I knew there were multiple meanings to what he was telling me, and yes, I knew very well what this opportunity meant for me. I was liking it more and more with every hour that passed. Logan flashed me another quick smile, then joined in on the conversation the other two men were having. I flipped pancakes and stirred the now bubbling saucepan of apple goodness until the apples were soft and sweet and I had a stack of pancakes a mile high.
“Alright, pull up your chairs,” I said, placing the pancakes and apple compote along with more fresh coffee on the table in the dining nook. The men did as they were told, and soon I was feeling pretty proud of myself as they exclaimed over their breakfast. The conversation drifted away from my cooking and the men started talking about stuff between them I knew nothing about. Every so often, Taylor would pause to explain their inside jokes to me, so I wouldn’t feel left out. Simply by watching them, I could tell these guys had some amazing stories to tell.
I was sure a few of their stories involved shared women, too.
“That was delicious,” Dominic said when he was done. “Thank you, Kayla.”
The others murmured their agreement. I felt happy to have fed them. There was something primal about feeding three hungry men.
“I’ll start grabbing stuff from the van,” Dominic said, and with one last look in my direction, Taylor turned to follow him.
That left me and Logan alone in the kitchen. Every nerve in my body sang.
I began cleaning up, feeling odd having this one man watch me. Even though I’d only known Dom and Taylor a few days longer, Logan was more of a stranger, but his shared past with Dom and Taylor made him more familiar to me.
He reached for the griddle and the utensils and put them in the sink. To my surprise, he began helping me clean. I raised a curious eye that he caught out of the corner of his eye.
“What?”
I laughed. “Nothing, it’s just that…”