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"You stood in your apartment, looking at your kitchen going up in flames."

He has a point. A valid point. But I'm nowhere near ready to concede.

"So?" I shrug. "I was about to phone the fire department."

"You hardly ever remember to buy groceries, feed yourself, or even go out to get fresh air."

My eyes narrow on him, a little surprised he's been paying this much attention, but I refuse to give into the flattery. Not when I have a point to make.

"Excuse me, Mister I-Think-I-Know-Everything. I've been doingmuchbetter lately. My stupid fridge was filled with food when it burnt down. And the only reason my kitchen did burn was because I was cooking myself a meal!"

The words were out before I could stop them.

"Exactly!" he shouts triumphantly, and the traitor Kaz laughs along with him.

"What are you laughing at?" I ask, my chest heaving from the anger and exasperation at the two idiots in front of me. It's nothing like an annoyance to get rid of embarrassment.

"You didn't hear what he said, did you?" Kaz questions me.

"Of course I did! He told me I can't look after myself."

Kaz shakes his head, and his smile is soft and sweet. Dammit, he shouldn't be doing soft and sweet when I want to punch him in the face.

"No, honey. We, as in Brennan and I, want to keep you."

Oh.

He did say that, didn't he?

seven

Sexy, Suave and Fumbling

Brennan

I've never had sucha mix of emotions about a woman before in my life.

She drives me insane.

Those curves, her laugh, and her genuine smile make me horny as fuck.

Her determination to stumble headlong into life drives every protective instinct I have, so strong that it's hard to control it at times.

Then there's that sweet personality and adorable destructive nature that makes me want to cuddle her up and lavish her with attention day and night.

Let's not forget the insane anger I feel every time she disregards her health and safety.

But even the stuff that makes me mad only serves to draw me closer and closer to her like a fucking moth to the flame that's destined to take me out.

Kaz isn't much better. I think he might be even more smitten than I am. It's been some time since we've had a body between us. We're not lying about the fact that we have an open relationship. But our arrangement is much more... separate. I've sometimes had boyfriends and girlfriends, and Kaz preferred other men. It's rare for a woman to attract his attention. But then, it's not often we're faced with the temptation that is Zelda.

My fingers itch to dig into her rich, curly auburn hair, grabbing it and holding her head still so I can fuck those thick, plump lips. Her large hazel eyes often flash between the innocence I've only seen in Littles and the spunk she likes to throw our way from time to time. And all those beautiful thick curves beg to be explored, touched, tasted and savoured.

She has these perfectly round, large tits that are made for fucking. Every time she moves, they sway, and it takes enormous concentration not to pop a woody whenever I see them.

Having her walk in on Kaz and I is not quite how I imagined us forcing this talk, but I knew we would have to push it from the start. For someone who has so much brat in her, she has an alarming penchant for avoiding confrontation and uncomfortable situations. I can't really blame her for wanting to, but no problem ever gets sorted out if you keep running from it.

"What the heck do you mean you want to keep me?"

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