Her Best Men

I kept looking away when she looked at me, hoping she wouldn’t notice my staring.

“Ya know, we’re not real busy today,” I said.

“So I’ve noticed.”

“And our in-house counsel doesn’t come in on Sundays.”

“Good to know,” she said.

“So, why don’t you go home? Take the day off? You’ll be back in here tomorrow dealing with more stuff. Might as well take a day to relax,” I said.

“You sure? What if things pick up here?”

“Then we’ll call ya. But I’m sure they won’t. Sundays are always our slowest day. Ain’t no reason for you to be here unless you really wanna be.”

“Well, if you guys will call me if you need me, then thank you,” she said.

“Take a day and enjoy yourself. You look tired. Damn good, but tired,” I said.

She blushed at my words, and I couldn't take my eyes off the way it trickled down to her chest. It was a good color on her. I started wondering about all the other ways I could pull that color up against her skin.

My cock twitched underneath the table again, and it forced me to clench my jaw.

She finished the rest of her coffee before getting up and throwing the cup away. She reached back and waved at me one last time, bidding me farewell before she headed for the exit. I cocked my head to the side and studied her ass, watching it as it swayed underneath her dress. It was perfect. Round, but not too much. Just enough jiggle to get me going. Fuck. I bet she’d look good in some lacy panties. A little bit of spillage out of the sides, just to taunt my fingertips into digging in.

This was definitely not “little Katie”, Hunter’s baby sister.

If I could see how beautiful Katie was now, then I knew all my brothers did, too. But did they all feel the same way? Katie was a full-grown woman now. Sexy and mature. With curves in all the places that made my cock hard to control.

Fuck. I needed another cup of coffee to muddle through all this.

I heard a pair of footsteps walking across the hardwood floor. I expected to look up and see Katie. Maybe she’d forgotten something, or she wanted to give me another hug. But instead, it was Dylan.

And he seemed happier than usual.

“Mornin’, Caleb.”

“What’s up with you?” I asked.

“Wow. You need more coffee,” Dylan said.

“The circus in town? Because you sure are happy.”

“Can’t a man have a good Sunday mornin’?” he asked.

“You’re practically skippin’, Dylan. What gives?”

“Nothin’. Just havin’ a good mornin’. Didn’t know that was uncalled for here.”

“You got laid didn’t you?” I asked.

His head shot over to me as a grin crawled across my face.

“That’s why you look so happy. You finally got yourself laid. I was wonderin’ when you were gonna cave. All

that settlin’ down crap.”

“It’s not crap, and there is a chance I got laid,” he said.