Cuff Me

“Okay. Bye.” I hung up fast and threw my phone like it was toxic.

He must have known I was trying to find an excuse to go over there and see them. It sounded obvious too. It was good I keep my distance anyway. I didn’t know how much more controlling I could do. Of my libido or anything else for that matter.

9

Adley

I didn’t hear anything from them for four days. The end of the week brought on warmer temperatures, but I mostly stayed in the hotel. I sort of wished I had made friends, or had a different job that I couldn’t just quit.

I did start looking online at local bakeries for waitressing jobs or assistant to a pastry chef. Something simple I could get my foot in the door, but no one was hiring. This area was tiny.

I read a lot of ebooks, but I was growing bored. And antsy to see Levi and Tate. I was still thinking of them every night and the fantasies were growing in creativity. I didn’t know I had such an imagination. But it went from touching and kissing to imagining what they felt like in my hand. Or what they felt like inside of me. I was almost quaking at the thought of it.

But how the hell would I initiate…not even initiate, but just be with the both of them? I wasn’t even sure if they thought of me that way. They were just working on my house. It was nothing.

But I still felt something from that day. I told myself I was just being crazy and restless. Riddled with both guilt and grief. I didn’t know what to do with my emotions. So, I told myself I was just scoping out the local job market when I went to a local bakery to grab some cupcakes for them. Hopefully there wasn’t anyone else there so it wouldn’t seem like…well, so it wouldn’t seem like exactly what it was.

I got back to the house around noon and their truck was parked outside. There was a big Dumpster packed with garbage and the front porch was trashed. But I still got the feeling that it would be something soon. I grabbed the box of cupcakes and headed inside.

It was dusty and torn up but I saw the potential. I called out but didn’t get an answer. Then I heard a big, clamoring noise. Almost like a drill or something, coming from the kitchen. There was laughing and that same noise as I walked in, and then it stopped.

Both Levi and Tate were shirtless. Gloriously shirtless. Levi had deep ridges of m

uscles, his pecs protruding. Tate was packed tighter, his muscles hard slabs. They both had six packs and powerful arms. Their jeans were snug, their bodies glistening with sweat.

“Hi,” I said timidly.

They dropped their tools and smiled at me. I nearly buckled at my knees.

“Hey,” they said almost in unison.

“I uh, brought you guys cupcakes. It’s um, really hot so I just…wanted to—yeah.” I laughed nervously and set the box down.

“Thanks, hun. That’s sweet of you.” Levi went for it immediately and Tate smiled as he took one.

“How are things going?” I swallowed nervously. Watching them lick the frosting off the cupcakes was more of a turn on than I thought.

“Pretty good. Nothing disastrous has happened yet,” Tate laughed.

“Oh okay. I guess that is a good thing,” I smiled.

I caught Levi looking over my body when he thought I wouldn’t notice. I had worn a tank top and jeans. I would have gone for shorts but my thighs rubbed together and I hated that sweaty feeling when there was no fabric. I knew he was looking at my boobs. A lot of guys did; they were just out there. But Tate was subtler about it. And they both shot each other this look I couldn’t place.

All their exposed skin and muscle had me thinking of my fantasies again.

“So where did you decide to stay?” Levi asked me.

“A hotel. I don’t have any friends. I don’t know why I just told you that but, it’s true.” I shrugged.

Tate smiled at me like he was amused, but not in a bad way.

“Nice. A little mini vacation.” Levi reached for another cupcake. I was glad I bought four. “These are good. Amelia’s in town?”

“Yeah how did you know?” Please say she’s not your girlfriend, I thought.

“I buy her pies, great lady. Did you have one?”

“Not yet,” I reached for the last one left. It was good, better than I expected. Creamy and not dry. Amelia’s could be a good place to drum up a job. She clearly knew her stuff.