Page 55 of Nailing Studs

“Fuck,” he groaned. “We look so good together.”

I was suddenly jealous that he got to watch this from his angle when I couldn’t.

“Hold on.” He slid his fingers into my hair and gripped tight, tugging my head back.

I gritted my teeth and closed my eyes, focusing on how good it felt to have him inside me. He didn’t take his time, not the way Dominic had the day before. There was nothing tender about the way Logan moved, just hard, fast, fucking. I loved his roughness, his jagged edges that told me this was how he liked to get down. Always.

It wasn’t long until I felt myself getting close again. The intensity of this, how fast it had all happened, overheated my body and made me needy in a way I hadn’t felt before. “Fuck,” I moaned through clenched teeth, reaching down to rub my clit once more, in time with his frantic thrusts. I needed to come again. This was too fucking good.

“That’s right,” he murmured, leaning in close, pulling my hair harder and causing me to gasp when the pleasure numbed the pain. “Come. I want to feel you come.”

His words tipped me over the edge once more, my pussy clenching hard around his dick as my mouth dropped open. I didn’t make a sound, my body too distracted for that, but still he reached up to slide his fingers into my mouth so I could suck and lick at them as I finished. I bared my teeth, biting down slightly, and he let out a gasp of pain and that was it. I felt his cock twitch inside of me as he came, mere seconds after I had, thrusting one last time so he was buried up to the hilt. He held himself there, breath still coming fast, one hand still roughly digging into my hip.

He slowly pulled out of me, letting out a long groan. My pussy was soaked. I reached down quickly to pull my panties up and flip my skirt down, wondering if I’d soon feel shame as I remembered where we were and what we’d been doing. Instead, I felt like I was floating.

“Holy fuck,” Logan groaned, pulling off the condom and zipping himself up. “That was…”

“Fucking incredible,” I finished for him.

He reached down and scooped me up, tossing me over his shoulder. I squealed and clung on for dear life. “You going to stay the night?” I asked, my heart already zinging with excitement at what else he might want to do to me.

“Does that mean I’m invited?”

I hesitated, knowing if he spent the night, Dom and Taylor would find out by morning. But they’d be fine with it, I realized, because it would make me happy. And as I was learning, that was what all three of these men wanted for me. To be happy.

So I said, “Yes, I’m inviting you.”

Logan nodded, landed a playful slap on my ass as he mounted the steps and headed in to the house, closing the door behind us and sealing my fate for the rest of the night.

20

Kayla

I got the job. Bad news was, they wanted me working in the office, which was at least an hour drive from Fosterman. The good thing was, of course, the money. Not a ton of it, but there’d be enough to keep the electricity on and keep me relatively fed. But that job wouldn’t be enough.

It wasn’t enough to afford the crazy property taxes on the house. It wasn’t enough to get a car, to get a new oven, to live. It certainly wasn’t enough for me to pay Dom and Taylor even fifty percent of what I should be paying for the work they were doing.

So nothing had changed.

I would have to sell the house. I would have to move. I would have to say goodbye. The thought of it brought a deep pain to my heart and I knew that pain was one that would not go away for a very long time. But I tried to focus on the positive: I could enjoy the house, the town, the boys while it lasted. I could make every moment count.

After my first day on the job, I came home to the Fix-It Guys truck in the driveway. Walking through the door, I smelled something delicious and floral.

“Hi, honeys, I’m home,” I called out with a laugh, heading to the kitchen. Then I stopped dead in my tracks. In the center island were three vases filled with flowers. A big bouquet of white roses. A mixed bouquet of wildflowers in a riot of colors. And a cheery vase of tulips in various shades of purple. Biting my lip, I walked to each vase and read the card attached to each bouquet. Flowers from each of them, even Logan, who was away on a business trip, to wish me congrats on my new job.

My heart melted. They were so sweet. Each one of them. Insanely sexy but so much more than that, too, and I was the lucky girl who got to learn that, one day at a time.

I was still staring at the flowers when I heard a noise behind me. I turned to see Taylor leaning against the door jamb.

“Hey, gorgeous. How was your day?”

Before I could stop myself, I rushed him and threw my arms around him.

“Whoa. What’s wrong? You okay?” He cupped the back of my neck, his touch equally comforting and possessive.

I nodded. “Nothing’s wrong. Absolutely nothing. I’ve never been happier. I don’t see how I could be happier.”

He lifted my chin and pulled back so I could see his wicked grin. “I want to hear about your first day at your new job, but first, challenge accepted.” He led me upstairs, my heart beating wildly as I imagined what he had in mind. I could hear Dominic somewhere on the other side of the house, doing that tuneless whistle thing through his teeth that he did when he was concentrating on something. I immediately understood that Taylor wanted some private time with me, and I realized I hadn’t been with him, just him, since all this had begun.