Page 4 of Nailing Studs

Task 2—get some rest.

Task 3—make bets with myself over what Taylor from the Fix-It Guys really looked like.

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After I hung up with Taylor, I puttered around the house a little before exhaustion hit. I’d wanted to take a shower but my legs had turned to rubberand standing was no longer an option. I crawled back into bed, every fiber of my being craving sleep.

But sleep eluded me.

I lay staring at the ceiling, listening to the crickets and frogs in the cool night, worries swirling around my head. What was I going to do about the house? About my lack of employment (and funds)? How could I let this place go, knowing Tabitha had wanted me to have it? Was it possible fixing it might be cheaper than I thought? Should I try and find a “more economical” contractor, after all?

But no, the house deserved better. A real contractor. One who was an expert at historical renovations. Maybe even one who’d known Tabitha and how important this house was to her. And me.

The memory of Taylor’s deep, sexy voice came back to me. He’d been so nice on the phone and, for a moment, as unlikely as I knew it was, I hadfun imagining that he looked like one of the sexy stock photo guys on the Fix-It Guys’ website banner. In fact…

My pulse revved up. The men in that photo had been beyond hot…

Still wide awake and restless, I sat up in bed and grabbed my phone. In seconds, I had the Fix-It Guys’ website up on my screen, and I admired the images of the two men. I stared closely—one of the models seemed broody, with that whole dark, handsome, and mysterious thing going on. The other model appeared more open and trustworthy, with a bright smile and sparkling blue eyes that seemed to hold no secrets but instead the promise of good things to come. So different. So yummy.

How would they be in bed?

I licked my lips and took a shaky breath as my imagination kicked in. I’d gone to some intriguing places in my own fantasies and had imagined myself in a threesome before. I’d never told Grant or any of my other lovers before him. Hell, Grant had thought I was a freak for wanting to experiment with sex toys. The last thing I’d wanted was for him to tell me how good girls didn’t do bad things in bed, and that wanting two men at the same time was certainly bad.

What a crock. Whether I was a good girl or not, I did whatever I wanted in my fantasies.

No one here but you, Kayla. Might not be able to enjoy a threesome in real life, but you can sure enjoy one in your mind. Go for it. After the month you’ve had, you deserve the fun. And the release.

So I did. I let my mind go there—to what it would be like to have the two male models from the website in my bed. Together. Because why not? It was my fantasy.

I closed my eyes and let my hand trace over my stomach into my panties as I stared at the photo on my screen. Both models had hair I wanted to run my hands through. Muscles firm beneath their shirts. Narrow hips. Thick thighs.

My fingers slipped lower, and found I was already wet simply thinking about the two men. Likely the memory of Taylor’s deep voice had helped, as well. I found my clit and began to rub in small, circular motions. I focused first on the smiling model’s azure eyes, his gleaming wide grin—Mister Trustworthy.

And the model with the hooded expression—Dark and Broody—he seemed slightly shorter but equallybuilt, with those aloof brown eyes that made me want to dive into them and soothe his pain. Of the two, I imagined he’d be the rougher one in bed—pulling my hair, spanking my ass, flipping me around to change positions whenever he desired. He’d fuck me on every surface of this house, pinning me up against the wall and getting out all his aggression. He’d carry me to the kitchen, drape one of my legs over his shoulder, and slide slowly into me while he sucked on my nipples.

My fingers began to work faster. Yesss… Dark and Broody would be forceful.

And Mister Trustworthy?

He would be totally different—dominant, too, but not until he was ready to explode. Until then, he’d be playful with all that good-boy charm, cracking jokes about which nipple he’d want to suck first and which one tasted the best. I’d toss my head back and laugh, and he’d kiss my neck before biting it to claim me. Eventually, he’d grow more controlling. Binding my wrists to the top of the bed. Sliding between my legs. Eating me out until I was trembling and begging him to let me come. Making me plead for mercy. Intense. Classic good boy on the outside, bad boy on the inside.

My fingers moved in a flurry as I imagined Mister Trustworthy pinning me down in bed, kissing me softly as he fucked me hard. I bucked into my hand, lifting my hips and grinding. My fantasy became so fucking vivid, with each one of the men taking me precisely the way I wanted. But suddenly, I didn’t imagine them separately.

I imagined the three of us together—Dark and Broody, Mister Trustworthy, and me.

The phone fell out of my hand, lost somewhere tangled in the covers as my legs thrashed.

Dark and Broody sucking my clit while Mister Trustworthy kissed me and played with my breasts.

Each of them taking me into their mouths in different ways until I came.

Flipping me around and fucking me hard, taking turns between my pussy and my mouth.

Cocks filling me from different angles, until I couldn’t tell who was where in my mind, but it didn’t matter anymore.

Fucking me, filling me, dominating me.

I cried out, unable to take anymore as the orgasm overcame me, bent my insides, and radiated waves of energy all throughout my core. Warmth spread down my legs and up my torso, making my nipples harden and giving me that hot flush on my neck. The shock waves echoed over my body, curling my toes. Gasping for air, I froze until the last of the waves had dissipated.

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