Page 38 of My Salvation
Folding his arms, he scowls at the offer. “You need proper boots and a helmet. I can trade the riding boots for cowboy boots, but they don’t really seem like your style?”
Flustered, my hand runs down the soft leather of the boots. “These are definitely my style. Thank you. Once I have a shower, I’ll try everything on to make sure it fits.”
I give him a thank you hug, then walk out to grab my gym bag. Coming back in, I pause, as I can’t remember where Lev’s room is in this enormous house. Spotting the stairs, I make a beeline towards Lowell’s shower, since his room is easier to find.
After a quick shower, I slip into the riding clothes and boots. Looking at the outfit in the mirror, I notice the pants are very, very form fitting. And I’m kind of feeling exposed, because you can see every line of my body in these pants. Every inch. If I ate a donut, I’m sure it would show in these pants. I’m not sure about keeping them.
The polo shirt and boots fit perfectly, though. Heading downstairs with the helmet, I walk into the living room to show Shaw.
As soon as I enter the room, the talking halts. All three of them just blink at me. “Um, the shirt and boots fit perfectly, but I don’t know about the pants. They seem...tight. Also, I wasn’t sure how to put the helmet on?”
Shaw clears his throat, then clears it again. Stepping forward, he takes the helmet and shows me how to look for the symbol for the front. He then lifts my chin, takes the helmet, and puts it on my head. Bending over to find the straps, his face is only an inch from mine. I stare at his hard jaw, beautiful lips, and long eyelashes. He finishes buckling the straps and looks up to find me staring at him. He sways towards me, and I think for just a second he is going to kiss me, but he doesn’t.
Standing up, he drags his hand through his hair. “There, the helmet and the rest of it fit perfectly.” He walks over to stare out the window.
I glance over at Lev, and his eyes shine with both heat and laughter. I’m not sure why they’re laughing. “Are the pants really supposed to be this tight?”
I turn around so he can see the back. A strangled sound comes from behind me, as well as a couple groans. Laughing, he tells me they should fit tight, but also stretchy. I do a few squats, and I’m surprised how stretchy they feel. Kind of like yoga pants, I guess. OK, but I wish someone would have told me what to expect.
As I head back upstairs, I hear laughter roaring from the living room. “You’re really looking to torture yourself, aren’t you?”
“Fuck me.”
Grabbing my gym clothes, I slip into my leggings, sports bra, and long sleeve shirt. Gathering my things, I head back down and put them in the car. I’ll be leaving once supper is over.
Entering the kitchen, I ask Lev if he needs any help. He turns, takes one look at me, and starts yelling for Lowell. When Lowell comes strolling into the kitchen, he points to me and gestures to the door. Grabbing my hand, Lowell pulls me out of the kitchen and into his lap in the living room.
“What the hell?”
Running his hands down my legs, he points to my leggings. “After the jodhpurs, he couldn’t take the leggings. You, my dear, are too fucking sexy. So, you will stay put in my lap until supper is ready. Or it’s likely we won’t even get any.”
Laughing, I loop my arms around Lowell. “Good, I haven’t even kissed you in a week. Did you miss me?”
Gripping my chin, he gives me one of his smoldering looks, then kisses me in that demanding, controlled way that’s uniquely his. Shaw leaves the room to help Lev finish getting supper ready.
After supper, all three men walk me to my car. I give Lev and Lowell a kiss, and Shaw a hug goodbye. It’s weird. I almost feel like I’m dating three men, even though Shaw doesn’t seem to like me.
