kitchen, and I sit and think to myself that I didn’t find him rude in particular, and Thomas and Antonio were definitely not rude.
He returns a few minutes later followed by the guy I assume the voice belongs to. Holy crap! What was it with every one of his friends looking like Adonis? The guy was pure model material for sure. He isn’t rugged and built like Leighton and Ant, and he isn’t handsome like Thomas. He is beautiful, every feature on his face perfect. His eyebrows shaped, his skin flawless and tanned, his dirty blonde hair, similar in color to Leighton’s, styled in a perfect comb over, not a hair astray. His eyes are a beautiful shade of hazel, bright and wide, dark blonde lashes framing them. His body is a good size, it is clear he is toned and ripped, just isn’t as big as Ant’s enormous gargantuan size. The last thing I notice about him is that he knows how to dress. He has smart dark jeans and a lovely grey shirt on clinging to those muscles underneath.
“Scott, meet Abbi, Abbi this is my deranged American friend Scott.” I smile at him, excited to meet another of Leighton’s friends.
Scott punches Leighton’s arm with a reasonable amount of force, making him take a step to the side, “Fuck off Leigh, you can be a fucking ass sometimes you know that.”
Jesus, I had never found an American accent so sexy, well until now that was. It matched that pretty boy look he sported perfectly. Deep and so enticing I felt drawn to stare at him, the same way I had with his other two friends.
“Sorry Abbi, Hi, it’s nice to meet you.” He walks past Leighton; laughing as he stumbles a few steps from the push he was given. He gets to my side and extends his hand for me to take. I place mine in his; surprised I wasn’t nervous to do so. He lifts it to his lips, causing a nervous girly like giggle to leave my throat.
“Hi, Scott, it is very nice to meet you.” I bat my eyelashes at him like a teenage secondary school girl.
“She’s a keeper Leigh.” He says releasing my hand and looking over to his friend.
“That she is, but I’d prefer if she wasn’t one of your conquests Scott, she doesn’t need your shit.” Leighton tells him bluntly, sipping once again from his mug.
“So, guys, what is the plan for today, am I needed for anything?” I ask Leighton in particular; because I knew there were a lot of things I wanted Scott to need me for.
“Well, I’m having the guys over tonight for poker and food. Ant and Tom are coming, this twat here and Nate, Brad and Luke, those three are brothers. You could come to the shops with me and help get some food and drink.” He asks me, making me feel warm. Out of the four of the men I’d met, Leighton and Tom were the only ones that made me feel soft and warm inside. Ant and Scott just triggered some kind of primal lust that I knew eventually would settle. It was just a physical attraction. Leighton had rescued me and for that I owed him my life, I already craved to please the man and Tom, well if my intuition was correct I knew he would be there for me, that I would be important to him. When Scott or Ant looked at me all I saw was arousal, a darkening in their eyes that told me everything I needed to know. They were after one thing in a women and it started with P and ended in Y. Not that I minded being used by any of these men because let’s face it I didn’t think you could feasibly clasp a group of men so sexy and put them together as well as Leighton had managed to do.
“I’d love to; have to make sure you buy the lads good stuff.” I joke with him, winking as I swallow the remainder of my coffee.
“As I’ve already said Leighton, she is a keeper. Where have you been all my life Abbi, I’ve needed you when this tight asshole won’t get the good stuff in.” I see the wink Scott chucks Leighton, and I know then, that every word that had just left his mouth was utter bullshit.
“Doesn’t matter where I’ve been, all that matters is
He returns a few minutes later followed by the guy I assume the voice belongs to. Holy crap! What was it with every one of his friends looking like Adonis? The guy was pure model material for sure. He isn’t rugged and built like Leighton and Ant, and he isn’t handsome like Thomas. He is beautiful, every feature on his face perfect. His eyebrows shaped, his skin flawless and tanned, his dirty blonde hair, similar in color to Leighton’s, styled in a perfect comb over, not a hair astray. His eyes are a beautiful shade of hazel, bright and wide, dark blonde lashes framing them. His body is a good size, it is clear he is toned and ripped, just isn’t as big as Ant’s enormous gargantuan size. The last thing I notice about him is that he knows how to dress. He has smart dark jeans and a lovely grey shirt on clinging to those muscles underneath.
“Scott, meet Abbi, Abbi this is my deranged American friend Scott.” I smile at him, excited to meet another of Leighton’s friends.
Scott punches Leighton’s arm with a reasonable amount of force, making him take a step to the side, “Fuck off Leigh, you can be a fucking ass sometimes you know that.”
Jesus, I had never found an American accent so sexy, well until now that was. It matched that pretty boy look he sported perfectly. Deep and so enticing I felt drawn to stare at him, the same way I had with his other two friends.
“Sorry Abbi, Hi, it’s nice to meet you.” He walks past Leighton; laughing as he stumbles a few steps from the push he was given. He gets to my side and extends his hand for me to take. I place mine in his; surprised I wasn’t nervous to do so. He lifts it to his lips, causing a nervous girly like giggle to leave my throat.
“Hi, Scott, it is very nice to meet you.” I bat my eyelashes at him like a teenage secondary school girl.
“She’s a keeper Leigh.” He says releasing my hand and looking over to his friend.
“That she is, but I’d prefer if she wasn’t one of your conquests Scott, she doesn’t need your shit.” Leighton tells him bluntly, sipping once again from his mug.
“So, guys, what is the plan for today, am I needed for anything?” I ask Leighton in particular; because I knew there were a lot of things I wanted Scott to need me for.
“Well, I’m having the guys over tonight for poker and food. Ant and Tom are coming, this twat here and Nate, Brad and Luke, those three are brothers. You could come to the shops with me and help get some food and drink.” He asks me, making me feel warm. Out of the four of the men I’d met, Leighton and Tom were the only ones that made me feel soft and warm inside. Ant and Scott just triggered some kind of primal lust that I knew eventually would settle. It was just a physical attraction. Leighton had rescued me and for that I owed him my life, I already craved to please the man and Tom, well if my intuition was correct I knew he would be there for me, that I would be important to him. When Scott or Ant looked at me all I saw was arousal, a darkening in their eyes that told me everything I needed to know. They were after one thing in a women and it started with P and ended in Y. Not that I minded being used by any of these men because let’s face it I didn’t think you could feasibly clasp a group of men so sexy and put them together as well as Leighton had managed to do.
“I’d love to; have to make sure you buy the lads good stuff.” I joke with him, winking as I swallow the remainder of my coffee.
“As I’ve already said Leighton, she is a keeper. Where have you been all my life Abbi, I’ve needed you when this tight asshole won’t get the good stuff in.” I see the wink Scott chucks Leighton, and I know then, that every word that had just left his mouth was utter bullshit.
“Doesn’t matter where I’ve been, all that matters is
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