You could still have some of my good-for-nothing cousins lounging by your pool if I hadn’t intervened.”
“
You
invited them,” Ty said, standing with his hands on his hips as he gave her a lopsided smile.
“So I did,” she agreed. “And then I uninvited them. You can thank me later.” She wandered over to the steps in the shallow end and climbed out of the pool. It was a calculated move. She knew she looked damn good, all wet and half-naked in the sunlight. Both men watched her as if she was ESPN on draft day. “So, Brian, can you cook?”
“What?” he said, sounding confused for a second. “I mean, yeah. Of course I can cook.”
“Then I am definitely sure you’re invited for dinner.” She walked up to the steps that led to the patio, where both men still stood in the same places they’d been when she’d risen from the pool. She just stood there and let them look their fill for a minute. It took that long for Brian to figure it out.
“Wait a minute,” he said suspiciously. “Am I cooking?”
“Yep,” Ty said. “I still can’t boil water.”
“I can’t even pour my own cereal,” Randi said, one-upping him.
Brian laughed, and the spell her nakedness had cast on the men was broken. She took the stairs two at a time and grabbed her tank top, pulling it on.
“Aren’t you going to dry off?” Brian asked. He was staring at her soaking wet tank. Well, he was staring at her boobs through her soaking wet tank.
“Nope,” she said.
“Why not?” Brian asked. He looked like he had a pretty good idea of what she was trying to do and couldn’t decide if he was happy about it or not.
“Because my tits look better in a wet tank than a dry one,” she said. “And since you guys seem so fascinated by them, I thought I’d do you a favor.”
“Thanks.” Ty threw a towel at her. “But don’t catch cold on my account.”
“Maybe it’s on Brian’s account,” she replied, not catching the towel. It fell to the stones on the patio. Brian scooped it up.
“Brian thanks you, too,” he said, walking over with the towel. “But you don’t have to put on a show. I already like you.”
“Like?” she said. “As in ‘I like coffee’? Or ‘I like watching golf on TV’?”
“Like as in ‘My eyes have been glued to your body since I first saw you across the pool yesterday,’ ” Brian admitted. “You don’t need any embellishments, or tricks, or wet T-shirts to make me appreciate your body.”
Randi frowned. “What kind of man are you? Guys love that shit.”
“If I loved it any more I wouldn’t be able to walk normally,” Brian said wryly. “I didn’t say I didn’t like it, just that you don’t have to do it.”
“Hey, remember me?” Ty said, waving from across the patio. “What’s the deal? I thought you weren’t done with my dick yet.”
“I’m not,” she told him. “I’m sick, psychologically. I have to make every guy who sees me want me.”
“Just walk into a room,” Brian advised her. “That ought to do it. What am I making for dinner?”
“You are going to be so easy,” Randi whispered to him as she walked past.
“You have no idea,” Brian murmured back.
—
Ty sat on a barstool at the kitchen island and watched Brian cook with a weird sense of déjà vu. He could feel himself getting sucked back in by Brian’s charm and charisma and whatever it was that Ty had always found so fascinating.
“You gained weight,” he said.
Brian chuckled. “Gee, thanks for noticing.”
“I didn’t mean it that way,” Ty assured him, inwardly cringing at his utter lack of finesse around Brian. He felt like that immature college freshman again. “I just meant you’ve grown up, too.”
“I hope I have,” Brian told him, tossing the salad in a big bowl Ty hadn’t even known he owned. He’d had a decorator do his place, right down to stocking his kitchen. “I filled out a bit more, is all,” Brian continued. “I’ve hit a good weight and it’s
“
You
invited them,” Ty said, standing with his hands on his hips as he gave her a lopsided smile.
“So I did,” she agreed. “And then I uninvited them. You can thank me later.” She wandered over to the steps in the shallow end and climbed out of the pool. It was a calculated move. She knew she looked damn good, all wet and half-naked in the sunlight. Both men watched her as if she was ESPN on draft day. “So, Brian, can you cook?”
“What?” he said, sounding confused for a second. “I mean, yeah. Of course I can cook.”
“Then I am definitely sure you’re invited for dinner.” She walked up to the steps that led to the patio, where both men still stood in the same places they’d been when she’d risen from the pool. She just stood there and let them look their fill for a minute. It took that long for Brian to figure it out.
“Wait a minute,” he said suspiciously. “Am I cooking?”
“Yep,” Ty said. “I still can’t boil water.”
“I can’t even pour my own cereal,” Randi said, one-upping him.
Brian laughed, and the spell her nakedness had cast on the men was broken. She took the stairs two at a time and grabbed her tank top, pulling it on.
“Aren’t you going to dry off?” Brian asked. He was staring at her soaking wet tank. Well, he was staring at her boobs through her soaking wet tank.
“Nope,” she said.
“Why not?” Brian asked. He looked like he had a pretty good idea of what she was trying to do and couldn’t decide if he was happy about it or not.
“Because my tits look better in a wet tank than a dry one,” she said. “And since you guys seem so fascinated by them, I thought I’d do you a favor.”
“Thanks.” Ty threw a towel at her. “But don’t catch cold on my account.”
“Maybe it’s on Brian’s account,” she replied, not catching the towel. It fell to the stones on the patio. Brian scooped it up.
“Brian thanks you, too,” he said, walking over with the towel. “But you don’t have to put on a show. I already like you.”
“Like?” she said. “As in ‘I like coffee’? Or ‘I like watching golf on TV’?”
“Like as in ‘My eyes have been glued to your body since I first saw you across the pool yesterday,’ ” Brian admitted. “You don’t need any embellishments, or tricks, or wet T-shirts to make me appreciate your body.”
Randi frowned. “What kind of man are you? Guys love that shit.”
“If I loved it any more I wouldn’t be able to walk normally,” Brian said wryly. “I didn’t say I didn’t like it, just that you don’t have to do it.”
“Hey, remember me?” Ty said, waving from across the patio. “What’s the deal? I thought you weren’t done with my dick yet.”
“I’m not,” she told him. “I’m sick, psychologically. I have to make every guy who sees me want me.”
“Just walk into a room,” Brian advised her. “That ought to do it. What am I making for dinner?”
“You are going to be so easy,” Randi whispered to him as she walked past.
“You have no idea,” Brian murmured back.
—
Ty sat on a barstool at the kitchen island and watched Brian cook with a weird sense of déjà vu. He could feel himself getting sucked back in by Brian’s charm and charisma and whatever it was that Ty had always found so fascinating.
“You gained weight,” he said.
Brian chuckled. “Gee, thanks for noticing.”
“I didn’t mean it that way,” Ty assured him, inwardly cringing at his utter lack of finesse around Brian. He felt like that immature college freshman again. “I just meant you’ve grown up, too.”
“I hope I have,” Brian told him, tossing the salad in a big bowl Ty hadn’t even known he owned. He’d had a decorator do his place, right down to stocking his kitchen. “I filled out a bit more, is all,” Brian continued. “I’ve hit a good weight and it’s
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