LEAH
I was puttingthe finishing touches to a sketch of my rental cottage when a truck pulled up in front of it. From the other side of the road, I watched Connor and Riley step out. Both of them mouthwatering in fitted t-shirts that showed off muscular chests and biceps.
Connor's dark jeans looked painted on, while Riley's track pants framed the shape of his cock like a work of art. Maybe I should draw them naked sooner rather than later.
Closing my sketchpad, I pushed myself up out of my chair and grabbed the opposite corners to fold it.
"Hey." Connor trotted across the road to take the chair from me and tuck it under his arm. "What are you doing over here?"
"You two like that question, don't you?" I teased. Every time I sat down to make art, one of them turned up to ask me that.
"We like to know what you're up to," Connor said easily. "Were you drawing a picture of Riley's cock?"
"Only if it looks like a house," I said with a laugh.
"It's almost as big as a house," Riley called out, looking pleased with himself.
I dropped my gaze to his groin. "How does it fit in there then?"
"I ask myself that every day." Riley grinned. "Every time I put my pants on, I thinkthisis where the seams are going to burst open. And yet, they don't."
Connor laugh-grunted. "You're an idiot. You're big, but you're notthatbig."
"At least he admits I'm big," Riley said, his eyes still on me.
"I noticed that." I checked for cars before crossing the road.
"Here's where one of you tells me how big I am," Connor said expectantly.
It was my turn to laugh. "You don't need to be told." They were both above average and they knew it. They didn't need me, or each other, to stroke their egos.
"I still like to hear it." Connor gave me a sideways look.
I rolled my eyes. "You're both enormous, okay? I'm sure there's a few jealous elephants out there."
"I would have settled for a horse, but I'll take an elephant." Connor looked smug as fuck. Of course he did.
"Me too." Riley grinned. "Except now I'm starting to think she only likes us for our giant cocks."
I pointed at him. "Just remember, you said that, not me. Is there some reason you two are here this afternoon? Shouldn't you be jumping off a cliff or something?"
"We don't jump off cliffs, we climb up them," Connor said. "Or we will, when we expand to abseiling. That's on the cards for a couple of years from now."
"That's why we're here." Riley's gaze dropped to my sketchpad speculatively, before returning to my face.
"You want me to jump off a cliff?" I asked. That didn't sound appealing. Unless I was attached to a safety harness and a strong rope.
"No, we want you to help us build our business," Connor said.
My good mood faded away. He knew my ability to be physically active was limited these days. I wouldn't even tryabseiling. Hell, I'd stay off rock climbing walls. If I didn't, I'd suffer for it later.
I admit to a stab of bitterness for the things I could no longer do. Things I always wanted to try that now were off-limits. I reminded myself there were a lot of things I could do, but the things I couldn't still pissed me off.
Connor must have seen the expression on my face and understood the reason for it. He put the chair down on the grass and placed his hands on my upper arms, his fingers pressing lightly into my flesh.
"We don't want you to help put people in harnesses or any of that shit. Riley and I were wondering if you wanted to help with the administration side of things. Answering emails, paying invoices and crap like that. You could do it from anywhere you like. Then Riley and I can focus on the tour side and expanding the business."
"You could get a staff discount," Riley offered.
