The Renovation (Contemporary Reverse Harem 2)

Speaking of which. How the hell was I going to choose?

No freaking idea.

But I couldn’t worry about it at that moment. I had something else to attend to. The last, my Wyatt, had arrived to join the party.

Or freakshow, depending on how you looked at it.

“This is the way upstairs,” I said, leading him out of the kitchen. God, he was cute with that dirty blond man bun. I could just picture him backpacking across Europe, with girls dropping at his feet everywhere he went.

Kind of like I wanted to do just then.

I led him up to a room at the end of the hall. It really was pretty amazing of Carter to offer to let all the guys crash at his place. Of course, it made it easier for them to work on my house.

Speaking of which, I couldn’t believe how they all wanted to help. Every time I thought about it, I choked up. No one had ever done anything like that for me. No one had ever given me anything so selflessly. No wonder I was falling for them.

Oh, shit. Did I really just say that?

“So what do you think?” I asked, walking into the center of a gorgeous, masculine room that smelled a bit like the crackled leather chair in the corner and the expensive, spicy soap from the bathroom. Clean and manly. Just what the doctor ordered.

Wyatt dropped his bag by the dresser and walked over to me, nodding. His hands ran up to the tangle of curls on top of my head and undid the elastic that held it all together.

“Beautiful. I’ve never seen such beautiful hair,” he murmured, running it through his fingers like he’d discovered gold.

So I reached up and freed his bun, pulling his hair down around his tanned face.

“How is it you get so much color? I’d think that plumbers are inside all day long.” I continued to finger his locks. There was no doubt he’d been a beautiful little towhead as a child.

“I take my dad out in his wheelchair twice a day. The sun does him a lot of good. It seems to really cheer him up. He becomes relatively alert, if for only a little while. It almost feels like I’m going to get my dad back.” He looked down at the floor.

I took his hand and led him to sit on the edge of the bed.

“It’s a hard thing, what you’re going through. To see your dad, who’s not really the dad you’d always known, drift away. It must be gut-wrenching.”

Gripping my hand, he nodded.

“Hey, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have brought it up,” I said.

He looked up at me with tears in his eyes. “No. It’s absolutely okay that you brought it up. It sucks, and it’s painful, and it’s life.”

I leaned to kiss his cheek, but he turned just in time for our lips to crash together, slowly, and deeply, building up to something—what, I wasn’t sure.

His hands tangled in my hair, and he leaned me back on the bed. My hands wandered down his rock-hard shoulders, along his back, to his muscular ass. He was tall and lanky but so strong. I lost myself in his melting kiss until he pulled away, leaving me panting, to gaze into my eyes.

“I thought about you all day, you know,” he growled.

I gasped as his warm hands ran down my hips to clutch the bottom of my skirt. He pulled it up to my waist and cupped and kneaded my ass like he owned it.

He brushed my ear with his lips. “My angel. My beautiful angel.”

He made quick work of my clothes, throwing them off the bed, and leaving me in my bra and panties. I shivered as his piercing gaze traced my skin, leaving a trail of goose bumps in its wake.

“Such a pretty girl,” he murmured, skimming his rough hands over my body, only stopping to push my bra aside and tease my nipples.

I arched to give more of myself to him, whimpering when he ground his hard cock into my stomach. He pulled away for a second, righting himself to drop his shirt to the floor, revealing his round pecs and flat tummy. He came back to me, sliding his hands over my belly and to my hips, where he hooked his fingers in the waistband of my panties. The lace whispered over my thighs, joining our other clothing on the floor.

His broad shoulders pushed my legs open as he moved toward my bare pussy. His breath was hot on my core, and at the first flick of his tongue, I started to twist and moan.

“Mmmm…you’re nice and wet for me, baby,” he whispered, dragging his finger through my lips, capturing the hunger of my dripping pussy.