Then he got up and strolled away, going around the back of the house toward the driveway. A minute later she heard his truck’s engine rev.
Almost as much as she was revving.
Kim’s voice sounded on the phone, reminding Sara she’d dialed her number. Voicemail. She hung up in a hurry and stared at her cell, her chest heaving with the effort to keep from panting.
She wanted to find out. She really did. That had to be wrong. She was the gatekeeper of—
What? Brad’s honor? What a joke. He might not be thirty yet but he was clearly no boy. He knew his own mind. And his body.
Hell if she didn’t want to get to know them too.
In a way, this was Kim’s fault. She’d been the one to encourage Sara to pursue life and sex full tilt. A couple of years ago she’d been so fixated on her perfectly normal life with Pete it had never occurred to her to reach for more. A few pleasant orgasms got the job done, so why look for nirvana? It was too much effort. Too dangerous.
Big payoffs meant big risks. Potentially jeopardizing what she had with her best friend over some nookie would be stupid. Kim didn’t want to get tied down, but she fell in lust eagerly and often. She was also a hopeless romantic.
If Sara told Kim she was into Brad, she’d either start planning a year of double dates or she’d freak out. Either option made Sara want to forget the whole thing.
“I could ask her,” she muttered.
Would you mind if I fucked your brother? It wouldn’t take more than an hour. Then all three of us could forget it.
Sara snorted as Kim jogged into the backyard, her frizzy brown hair caught back in a clip. She carried two paper sacks of groceries and wore a bright grin.
Must be a family trait.
“Hey. Where’s stupid?”
“I’m assuming you’re referring to your brother.” The man whose cock I just had my hand on…
Sara shifted uncomfortably on the chaise and pressed her knees together as if she could make the liquid between her thighs evaporate.
“Who else?” Kim collapsed into the empty chair and set her bags next to her feet. “The jerk was supposed to paint the front porch this afternoon. Paint cans are out there. Lid’s even off one of them. But where the hell is he?” She blew out a breath. “I was sure he’d be back here bugging you.”
“What? Why? What would make you think he’d be here with me?”
Kim gave her a look. “Let’s see, maybe because he’s always around you?”
“What do you mean by that?”
“I mean, my brother likes you. Which you know. What’s the big deal?” Kim rolled her eyes and pulled her phone out of her purse, letting out a muffled squeal. “Finally. I was wondering if I’d hear.”
“If you’d hear what?” Sara asked, grateful for the reprieve.
She’d gained control of herself now. With Brad and his erect cock out of the area, she could think clearly again. And sh
e had her priorities firmly in order.
She couldn’t stand the idea of anything disrupting the good setup the three of them had going. Hormones aside, she was willing to do whatever it took to ensure her housing situation remained relaxed and low-key. A no-drama zone. She was in a great place in her life. No reason to rock the bed.
Err…boat.
She liked Brad. Of course she did. To keep that liking at a manageable level, all she would have to do was remain steadfast in protecting her stable home environment. Easy enough, right?
Sara released a breath. Easy or hard, she knew what she had to do. Brad would lose interest if she didn’t engage with him. When he lost interest, maybe she would too. Or maybe she’d meet someone else, preferably soon.
Preferably before she responded in a way she’d likely regret.
“I met a guy.” Kim grinned and finally set aside her phone.