Page 57 of Nailing Studs
“We should probably get out of here,” he murmured at last. “We don’t want to use up all the hot water.”
“Why? You think I’m going to need another shower today?” I raised my eyebrows.
“With another guy out there?” He laughed. “You might.” I was whipped from a full day at work, a long commute, and a good orgasm in the shower. I couldn’t see myself fucking anybody else at this point. I stepped out of the shower, wrapped myself in a towel, and handed one to Taylor.
I stepped across the hall to my bedroom to find fresh clothes, Taylor following me, his towel still slung low around his hips, carrying his clothes under his arm. As I dug through my top dresser drawer, looking for a pair of panties, I asked, “Hey, have you come across an old coffee table anywhere?”
“A coffee table? Like, somewhere in this house?”
“Yeah, maybe in the crawl space or some other place I don’t yet know about?” I tugged a matching pair of white lace panties and bra out of the drawer.
“Lots of dust and a few old cardboard boxes and a dead rat—”
“Ew.”
He laughed and added, “But no coffee table.”
“Oh.”
Suddenly Taylor was behind me, his fingers toying with my damp hair. I sighed and leaned against him, enjoying the sway of our bodies together.
“I can pick up a coffee table at the furniture store tomorrow,” he murmured in my ear.
“No,” I said, “it was this specific one that used to be in the house. I carved my initials into it when I was a child. It…um…it meant something to me.”
I heard Taylor hitch in his breath as if he was about to say something when Dom appeared in the doorway.
“Oh, hey.” He cocked a head at me, letting his eyes run up and down my mostly-naked body. “What are you up to? Wait, don’t tell me,” he said when he saw that Taylor was in a towel, too, and still holding me. “Oh, right, so I’m out here actually getting work done while the two of you are in there…”
“Getting work done,” Taylor and I said at the same time. We both burst out laughing, and Dominic’s near-scowl turned into a laugh as well.
“Least you can do is drop that towel and let me see,” Dom said, raising an eyebrow.
“Hey, you snooze, you lose,” I said, smirking.
“I never lose.”
I stepped away from Taylor and let the towel drop, holding Dom’s intense gaze as I slipped on my panties. “Don’t you both have work to be getting back to?”
They let out playfully irritated groans before Dom gave us a quick wave and wandered off. I grinned, and as Taylor and I both got dressed, I smiled at how things had truly changed around here. I could get used to having them around all the time. I just had to remember it wasn’t forever.
But that was okay, I reminded myself.
Nothing good ever lasted.
I’d have to enjoy my time with them while I could. And I knew all sorts of ways to make that passage of time oh so pleasurable.
21
Kayla
As I carried my grocery bags inside my house, I paused for a moment to take in everything that had been done to the house. This place was seriously incredible. I couldn’t believe how far the renovations had come since my Fix-It Guys had started work.
It’d only been three months since I moved into this place. Only four months since Tabitha had died, and damn if that wound sometimes didn’t feel as fresh as it ever had. It was hard to remind myself, once in a while, that this had been her place until so recently, that I had her to thank for filling my life with the kind of light I wasn’t sure I’d ever see again.
After my initial freak-out the first time the four of us had all slept together, I’d recaptured the spirit of my warrior woman. I may not have been living my dream job, but I had a pretty good life. I could work in the sun room whenever I needed a change of scenery, I could bake in my kitchen whenever the oven wasn’t acting up, I could gaze upon two gorgeous friends anytime I wanted—and a third when Logan was available to swing by—and best of all, I smiled a lot more. Even though I didn’t love my new job, I loved my life.
Who wouldn’t?