Page 13 of Seeking Two Lovers

Any other normal guy would have flirted, hell, even outright asked for her number when they felt the interest brew in their balls like mine had at the sight of her.

Not for the first time, I hated my insecurities, wished shit had been different for me so I could open my damn mouth and be normal.

Once I ambled back the three blocks I’d walked earlier, I’d finished my break snack, and the slight kick of excitement I’d had collapsed in on itself. I picked up where I’d left off on the job, spreading sand to ready a new patio for pavers, but my head refused to focus on work.

I wondered if the coffee girl’s skin would be as smooth beneath my fingertips as it appeared. Would she be turned on by my calluses and rough hands? Or did she not prefer the hardworking type of man who didn’t have any softness left to offer at all?

Fuck.

I swiped my forearm over my sweating brow, lips pressed tightly together. As if I had anything to give such a woman other than my dick and an orgasm or two.

Since when did I even think about a woman?

Still frowning, I grabbed a few papers off the pallet. If Grey knew I’d considered asking a girl out, he’d have been all over my ass until I relented, fought off my nervousness, and took life by the balls.

Had he been with me, he’d have done the deed himself, saving me from discomfort.

Jealousy should have itched beneath my skin at the idea of Grey touching the coffee girl—I’d seen her first—but the thought of him shoving his dick down her throat while I sank into her slick pussy gave me a chub enough that I had to adjust myself before kneeling down to set in the next line of blocks.

I loved sharing women with Grey, even enjoyed watching him with them if I wasn’t in the mood to fuck. The man had magic hands, and according to the people he brought home, his dick was just as gifted. Hell knew he could move his hips like a male stripper. Kind of hard to not notice when he made a woman all but cry beneath him.

Not that I would ever tell him. Like I’d said, he didn’t need any help in stroking his ego.

“Blaine!”

“Yeah?” I hollered back at Wyatt, my boss, having recognized his deep raspy voice without seeing him.

He rounded the house I labored behind, and I sank back on my haunches.

“What’s up?”

“How’s it going?” His head swiveled while taking in the patio I sweated over, his bright blue eyes hidden behind shades and his dark hair and scruff just as sweaty as mine.

“Good. The base didn’t need much fixing after I ripped out that old shit.” I motioned toward the pile of old pavers I’d cleared first thing that morning. “Just a bit of stone dust and the sand.”

Wyatt nodded, and I bent forward to put another new block in place. I didn’t mind my boss watching me work. He’d been the one to train me and trusted me enough to leave me on a job alone.

“I was checking in to see if you needed help, but it doesn’t look like Davidson calling in sick set you back.”

“Nope,” I said, tapping the block with a rubber mallet to settle it evenly with the one beside it. “He okay?”

“Asshole is hungover.”

I nodded, having heard that excuse before. My drunken right-hand man missed more Mondays than he showed up for. Wyatt had a soft spot for the guy. I’d never asked why since I wasn’t one to sit and shoot the shit.

“Looks like you have a couple days here at most,” Wyatt said.

“Could be the entire week if Davidson doesn’t show up tomorrow though.”

“He promised he’d be here.”

“I’ll believe that when I see it,” I grumbled.

Wyatt made a noise of agreement under his breath. “I landed that contract for the Sunrise Condos buildings.”

“No shit!” I sat back again, grinning up at him while squinting. “Fucking cool.”

“Right?” He grinned, flashing perfectly straight teeth I couldn’t help but envy.

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