Page 49 of Nailing Studs

He hitched a breath, then blew it out sharply. “Thanks. Anyway, after that, I never shared a woman with anyone again. And the women I did date—I didn’t actually date. I fucked them. No emotions involved. Until Ada. She chose someone else over me, too. So I thought that was it. Twice burned and all that. It would only be physical relationships for me from that moment on.”

“And then I came along.” I raised an eyebrow.

“You’re nothing like them, Kayla. Even so, I know now, they aren’t bad women. Ada especially. She didn’t cheat on me. She fell in love with someone else, and she told me before anything happened between them. As for Laura, well, I don’t know how she is nowadays. I don’t talk to her.”

“I get the sense she grew up. She’s married, and has a baby. And, well, she asked about you when I spoke to her,” I offered. I wasn’t going to at first, but now that I saw how Dom thought Laura didn’t care, maybe it was better if I passed along the message.

“She did, huh?” he said, unimpressed.

“Yes. She asked how you were doing and seemed truly sorry. For whatever that’s worth, I thought you should know.”

He thought about that, nodded a little, like it sat well with him. Hopefully, I’d helped heal an old wound a little bit. I know it sure would help me if someone were to tell me that Grant seemed remorseful over losing me. Wouldn’t make a scrap of a difference but it would definitely be nice.

Dom sighed and stretched. “When we met you, things changed. You were different. You care about people, Kayla. So we can’t help it if we care about you too and want to make sure you’re okay.”

“I’m okay,” I said softly. “I’m just scared of how I’ll feel when it comes time to say goodbye.”

“There’s nothing we can do about that,” Dom said, taking my hand. “Why don’t we enjoy the time we’re given like it’s a gift and not worry about things we can’t control?”

I leaned into his solid shoulder, and he put his arm around me to make me even comfier. There was nowhere else I’d rather be—this felt so good simply being here in his arms.

Dominic tenderly nuzzled his nose into my hair, and my stomach flipped. I’d been hot and bothered since that encounter a few days before so maybe I was just running a little overheated anyway, but the sweet way he touched me got me going again. I looked up at him, and without a pause, he leaned down to kiss me softly.

I wasn’t sure whether it was meant to be a comforting gesture or a come-on, but I instantly warmed up to him. My body had been craving him all this time without me even realizing it. His hand came to rest on the small of my back as our tongues met. I noticed that he had the lightest smattering of stubble on his chin, as though he hadn’t shaved for a couple of days. I wondered if this was because he’d been worrying about me—about us. All of us.

“Follow me.” He grabbed my hand and drew me up to standing. I followed him up the stairs, a grin playing on the corner of my lips, as he headed to the bedroom.

As soon as we were through the door, he scooped me up in his arms. I loved the way he made me feel when he did that—as if I were so delicate and dainty. He kissed me and carried me over to the bed, his mouth sweet and lingering against mine.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about you,” he purred in my ear.

I grinned and squirmed lightly in his grasp. “That makes two of us.”

He laid me down on the sheets then leaned down and kissed my neck, his mouth warm and sensual against my skin. I closed my eyes and shuddered slightly. I’d had sex with all three of them on this bed so recently, but being alone with Dominic felt new and thrilling. He could do whatever he wanted to me, because I felt like I was his. Owned. Taken. His.

He ran his hands over me slowly, taking his sweet time, stripping me down like he was unwrapping the best gift he’d ever had. Slowly inching down my jeans, he planted a series of kisses following the path the fabric had uncovered, then took my socks and tossed them aside. He pulled off my shirt and deftly unhooked my bra with one hand.

His slow moves had me going crazy for him.

“Mmm, you look so good,” he groaned once he’d stripped me bare. As he reached out to brush a strand of hair away from my face, he leaned in to kiss me once more, pulling me onto his lap and dipping me back in what was close to a swoon, as though he couldn’t resist me any longer. “You smell good, too. Like raspberries.”

“You’re still a little overdressed.” I giggled, running my nose softly over his neck. There was something about the soft glow of the mid-afternoon light that made this feel so romantic, as though the two of us were being shot in soft focus. And because it was just the two of us, I took my time inhaling the scent of his skin and hair, tasting his lips.

“I would agree.” He grinned, and I nervously peeled up the bottom of his shirt and exposed him. Defined abs and pecs, strong arms, thick neck, all so damn excellent. I leaned down to kiss the spot right above his jeans and he let out a sigh of pleasure.

“You look so good, I can’t wait,” I told him, and got to work stripping him. In moments, and with a lot of help from Dom, I had him stripped of his pants, underwear, and socks. I left his shirt on because he was so sexy in it. With him now leaning back on his elbows on the bed, I took his thick cock into my hand. I hadn’t fully seen it until now, since I’d been flipped over the other day, but now having it all to myself, I stroked it while marveling at its size. Big, but not too big. Thick, but not too thick. And oh so stiff and hard.

I bit my lip and looked up at him. The way he was staring at me right then sent a surge of desire through my body. “Dominic, I need to feel you inside me again,” I groaned, reaching to the bedside table for the condoms. I pulled one out and he took it from me, opening it and quickly sheathing himself.

“Feeling’s mutual,” he replied as I kneeled above him. He wrapped an arm around my waist, kissing me again. His kisses were sweet but hungry, reminding me of everything that the two of us had shared already. I loved how his mouth felt, his lips soft and pliant contrasting with the slight roughness of his stubble against my face. I reached down to hold him there, fisting one hand in his hair while the other came to rest on his cheek. And then, feeling his cock pressing up against me, I reached down, took him into my hand, and guided him inside of me.

“Oh, fuck,” I groaned as I moved down on top of him. How lucky was I that every single one of these guys had the most perfect cocks in the world? I had slept with enough guys in the past to know the difference, and the three of them were perfect. It was as though each of them had been built for me, to satisfy a different mood—Taylor when I wanted a quick romp, Dominic when I wanted to slow things down, and Logan when I wanted to feel dominated.

Dominic flexed his hips up and pushed into me, burying himself deep. He let his hands come to rest on my waist so he could guide me up and down on top of him. I rolled my hips, looking deep into his dark eyes, forgetting that there was anything else in the world but this moment and how unbelievably good he felt inside of me. He shifted his weight, coming up on one hand so he could get close enough to draw my nipple into his mouth. With soft flicks of his tongue against it lightly, he made my nipple pebble. I squirmed with delight. I moved slowly, holding on to him, eyes closed even though the light was filtering through my lids.

I wasn’t sure how long we were like that, the two of us grinding against each other, but I felt as though time had dropped away completely. Eventually, he took my hand and pressed a kiss against my open palm, drawing two of my fingers between his lips and running his tongue across them. His eyes were closed. He was too focused on the way we felt together. And then, he drew my fingers from his mouth and moved them down between my legs.

“Make yourself come,” he whispered into my ear.