Page 23 of My Three Hometown Hard Hats
“I want to kick your ass right now for getting to see more of her already,” presumably Brooks says, not so quietly.
They walk in behind me, tossing their clothes in the dryer, and follow me as I head up the stairs.
“There are more towels in the bathroom up there. I also think Grayson has some clothes in his old room for when he stays over with my mom.”
I get halfway up the stairs, realizing they aren’t behind me. They’re both standing at the landing, staring up at me.
They seem to be doing that a lot right now.
“Please don’t talk about your brother when we’re staring at your gorgeous ass,” Brooks says.
I roll my eyes, climbing the rest of the stairs. In the bathroom, I dig out three towels and hand one to each of them.
Brooks starts laughing as he towels off his hair. “Why am I always getting wet with you, Trouble?”
I huff out a laugh, unable to keep the smile from my face.
“I knew something happened that day you showed up soaking wet to the game,” Conrad says, eyeing his brother.
I search his face for any sign of hurt or anger, but to my surprise, I don’t see anything. Still smiling, I dry myself off.
Pulling my hair tie free from my bun, I dry my hair as best as I can. In Grayson’s old room, I find a couple pairs of sweats and T-shirts. Hopefully, they’ll fit.
Stepping back into the bathroom, I hand them both a stack of clothes. “Sorry, it’s all I could find.”
They take the clothes from me, but make no move to put them on.
I feel Brooks step in behind me, his hands moving to my hips. Conrad tucks my half-dry locks behind my ear, cupping my face as he presses his chest against mine.
This is the kind of Oreo I can get on board with.
My brain swirls with the heady mix of everything that’s happening around me.Shouldn’t I be freaking out right now?
But for some reason I don’t care to wrap my brain around right now, all I can think about is more. I want more. More of them. More of everything.
Conrad leans down. His lips are centimeters from mine. “I’ve wanted to do this again since the moment I stepped out of that bathroom.”
My lips pop open in a gasp as he kisses me, hard and demanding. His kiss leaves me with no questions—he wants to kiss me, and that’s exactly what he’s doing.
And there isn’t one little part of me that’s mad about it.
My hair is moved off of my neck a moment before another set of lips connects with the sensitive skin below my ear. I whimper as more nips and kisses trail down my neck and shoulder.
My whole body is alive everywhere they are touching me.
Conrad’s hands twine into my hair, deepening the kiss even more. Brooks’ fingers tease against the top of my panties. Just ashis pinkie slips underneath, the garage door sounds from below us.
We all freeze. No.No.
Reluctantly, I pull myself away from them. “Get dressed. I’ll be back.”
I dart into my room. Shedding my still-wet undergarments, I throw on some new ones along with a pair of sweats and an oversized hoodie.
I peek back into the bathroom, finding them both dressed. “Let’s go. You guys can have dinner with us while your clothes dry.”
As I turn to leave, a hand grabs mine. Conrad pulls me against him.
“Just one more,” he says, kissing me again. I blink up at him with stars in my eyes.
