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“The door at the end of the hall,” I pant, my body heating with anticipation. I’ve had so many fantasies about bringing a guy back to my house and having sex in my bed. Now my fantasy is about to become a reality. I’m really glad that what happens in Vegas doesn’t stay in Vegas. My life is amazing.

He kicks the hollow core wood door open with a little too much force, and he curses.

“What happened?”

“I’m already creating a honey do list for myself. I just put a hole in the door.”

“No worries,” I laugh, “it’s an old house.”

He tosses me on the bed with a whoosh. I scoot up and watch Cole follow me up, a predatory glint in his eye. He straddles my legs, grabbing the hem of my shirt. I lift my arms up and he pulls it up but stops halfway up my face, so my eyes are still covered. I try to finish the job, but he holds my arms.

“Cookie, were you naughty today?” He nips at my bottom lip.

Oh man, what exactly is he playing at? Do I want to play this game?

“Which time?” I breathe timidly. Okay, I guess I’m going to play.

Cole growls into my neck, and my shirt comes all the way off. He consumes my mouth, thrusting in his tantalizing tongue. He grabs my hands, pushing them above my head, and we meld together in the bed. He releases my hands and I tug at his shirt, pulling it out of his pants. My hands roam under it. I press the pads of my thumbs over his hard pecks, and he makes another low guttural sound.

His hands go to my back, undoing my bra. I hear a click, click noise like someone has opened a door. I break our kiss and try to sit up. “Did you hear that?”

“Hear what?”

“Did you close the bedroom door?”

“No.”

And then I hear it. “Katie, are you home?” It’s Kurt.

“Aunt Katie, where are you?” Oh shoot, he has Taylor with him. I roll over, but because I only have a full-size bed, we’re already on the edge and Cole and I tumble onto the floor.

“Shit,” I whisper, “where’s my shirt?”

“Who’s here?” Cole looks at me anxiously.

“That’s my brother, and he has my three-year-old nephew with him.”

Cole gets that calm look on his face, “Ben?”

“No, Kurt the thirteen-year-old.” I find a discarded shirt on the floor, not the one I was wearing, but it will do. I pull it over my head and I stand up. Cole standing behind me. “My bra,” I hiss, and he quickly clasps it back together.

A few seconds later, the boys come through the bedroom door.

“Aunt Katie, you are home.” Taylor says, running up and hugging my leg.

“Hey bud,” I say patting his back.

“I want to hold you,” he coos, holding his arms up, so I pick him up and he hugs me again. I look at Kurt. “Hey Captain,” I say using his nick name, “how’s it going?”

He looks me over and then his eyes flit to Cole. “Not so good, Lieutenant. Everyone’s at the house waiting for you.”

“Everyone?”

“Yeah, even Grandma Alice.” I try to push the knot that has suddenly formed in my throat down. I set Taylor down. I think I might puke. Cole puts a hand on each shoulder to steady me.

“Hey Cap’, Laura isn’t over at the house, is she?”

“She’s there. Apparently, she and Ben are dating. They keep making googly eyes at each other and kissing. It’s starting to make everyone sick, especially me. Mom saw the lights come on over here, so she sent me to see if you were home and Taylor wanted to come. Who’s this guy?” Kurt points to Cole.


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