Yes, the clothes stayon.
Can they come offafterward?
Once we’re alone—yes.
Can’twait!
He told me which dates worked best for him, then a moment later sent another text.And you know what else I can’t waitfor?
Watching me eat crackers and icecream?
Don’t ask—I had abandoned fries and ice cream months ago. It took forever for Josh to quit laughing at me every time I scooped the crackers into the ice cream. Which, I might add, required talent to do without breaking them inhalf.
Seeing you naked. Making you come. Being insideyou.
The ache between my legs seconded that, temporarily forgetting none of this would happen for three moredays.
Me:Make that two ofus:)
“What are you up to?” Erin asked, laughter in her tone. “Sending sexts toJosh?”
My face played traitor and both Erin and Kelsey laughed. “Are you telling me you two don’t send sexts to Darren andTrent?”
Erin scowled at Kelsey. “Don’t even answer thatquestion.”
Kelsey laughed. Trent—the love of Kelsey’s life—was Erin’sbrother.
But Kelsey didn’t have to answer. Her eyes and light blush gave itaway.
Then a moment later, the blush deepened when her phone chimed and she read thetext.
And while she typed her reply, I counted down the minutes until Josh was home again, doing to me exactly as he hadpromised.
Anyone know how to speed uptime?
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Josh
“Canyou explain again why I agreed to this?” Trent said, grunting under the weight of thedesk.
Confused?
Let me rewind for a moment. A few weeks ago, I came home from my road trip to a surprise. No, not the one where Holly was in nothing but my favorite black lacy bra and matching panties—although she had been wearing them at thetime.
This surprise was six-foot tall, one hundred ninety pounds of muscle, with an Aussie accent. That’s correct. Wilfred the fucking Third had shown up in San Francisco, and Holly had agreed to get together with him for dinner while I was in Vancouver nextweek.
Before you think I was an idiot, let me first clarify something about men. Even when we aren’t jealous—we’re jealous. It’s part of the caveman gene you can thank our ancestors for. So even though I knew nothing was going on between Holly and Drew, that didn’t stop the jealous streak from body-checkingme.
What did this all have to do with Trent and the desk? Well, I’m getting tothat.
A few weekends ago, Holly and I had gone baby-furniture shopping. We didn’t buy anything in the end because she wanted to paint the roomfirst.
So while the girls were enjoying a relaxing weekend of spa treatments (all arranged by me…and maybe Trent helped a little), Trent, Travis, and I were moving the furniture from the spare room, cramming it into Holly’s storage locker, and painting theroom.
And not just painting the room a solidcolor.
This was where Travis came in. While flipping through the baby magazines Erin had lent her, Holly had come across a design perfect for Noah’s room. The walls had been painted gray with two small eucalyptus trees on either side of the crib, leaning toward each other. Near the top of each tree was a cute koala bear. Neither Trent nor I could paint the design—but Traviscould.
