“A solid plan,” I agreed, shooting him a smile.
After that, he finally sipped his coffee. Then he spent a solid three minutes rhapsodizing about its virtues.
“I suddenly see why you’re not interested in a relationship,” I said when he was done. “Your one true love is clearly caffeine.”
“She does keep me going,” he agreed, cradling his cup in both hands.
There was another knock at the door then, making me stiffen.
“Sorry, Blair,” Nico said, wincing at me, apologetic. “I meant to tell you before they started showing up. But I…” He trailed off for a second. I knew what he was going to say. That he’d gotten distracted. That we both had. “I slept in,” he finished. “That’s Leo. I had him swing by to grab the equipment for Zen to install.”
“Oh, okay. That’s fine.”
“Word to the wise,” Zen said, leaning closer as Nico went to the door. “Just make Leo a plain coffee. His palate isn’t refinedenough to appreciate this amazingness,” he said, waving his mug. “But he would be too polite to turn it down.”
“Got it,” I agreed, giving him a grateful smile. “Thanks.”
Nico opened the door and in walked another Costa brother. Just as handsome. But Leo was a little wider, like he really enjoyed the weights section at the gym.
He had brown eyes like Zeno, instead of Nico’s blue. And when he shot me a smile, there was a single dimple in his cheek that etched almost like a scar, giving him a darkly charming look.
“Leondro, this is Blair. Blair, Leo. The second oldest.”
“It’s nice to meet you,” I said, offering my hand. “Oh, uh, I should probably go get dressed,” I said, suddenly realizing I was wearing next to nothing in front of two strangers.
“Babe,” Leo said, shaking his head. “We’re the ones invading your place at seven in the morning. You don’t gotta dress for us.”
True.
But the air just kicked on, and we were all going to be very aware of how chilly I felt in a second or two.
“I’ll make him a coffee,” Nico said, saving me.
“Thanks,” I said, giving him a small smile. “I’ll be right back.”
Alone, I dropped down on the edge of my bed, then flopped backward, letting out the deep sigh I’d been holding in since the first knock on the door.
I could still feel the pressure on my stomach, the throbbing between my thighs, the way his hands sank into my flesh, how his lips felt on my skin.
I knew I needed to get myself together, to get dressed and get back out there.
But I couldn’t stop my hand from slipping under the waistband of my pants and panties, from letting my mind drift back to the couch, to fantasize about what might have happened had we not been interrupted.
It was the only way, I convinced myself, as I pressed my lips together and drove myself up. There was no way I could go through the whole day in close proximity to Nico with desire still sizzling across my nerve endings.
I drifted away, thinking of his hands, his lips, his tongue, teeth, and cock.
I came hard, little whimpers escaping me.
Embarrassment crept in afterward, peeling me off my bed and forcing me into the shower.
By the time I was showered, dressed in slacks and a white shirt, had my hair dried and pulled back, and slipped on some simple jewelry, I felt much more myself.
Guarded.
The word crept in—unwanted.
But I had to admit it was true.
