Change of Heart (Fostering Love 2)

“Oh good. I didn’t want you all up in my shit all the time anyway,” I mumbled.

“Aw, don’t worry, Anita Bonita. I’ll have plenty of time for you,” he shot back, ruffling my hair as he passed me. “We’ll go out this week and hit the bar. I won’t be up in your shit…unless you’re into anal.”

“Shut the fuck up,” I choked on a laugh.

“No really, I’d be down for anal.”

“Not happening.”

“My heart is broken.”

“I’m going to break your dick in a minute.”

Henry cupped his junk in his hands in fear. “Fine, no anal.”

“Jesus,” I muttered, shaking my head as I moved toward the kitchen. “You want a beer?”

“Sure,” he called back as he riffled around in his bag. “Where’s your—”

His words cut off as someone started knocking on my door.

“Who the hell is that?” I asked, even though I didn’t expect him to answer. I carried the two open beer bottles to the front door and swung it open.

“For me? Thanks,” Alex said as he stepped in my front door, snagging a beer out of my hand. “Love what you’ve done with the place.”

“What are you doing here?” I blustered as Bram followed him inside, taking the second beer from my hands.

“What the fuck?” Bram snarled as he moved past me.

“What?” I spun around as I closed the door and saw Henry standing naked in my living room. “Are you out of your fucking mind?” I screamed, covering my eyes.

“I was getting fucking pajama pants on! You’re welcome!” Henry yelled back.

“Dude. No one wants to see your baby junk,” Alex laughed.

“You couldn’t change in the bathroom?” I practically screeched with my hands still covering my eyes.

“You were getting beer. I thought I had time to change real quick,” Henry snapped back. “You can uncover your face, asshole.”

“Seriously? You couldn’t even keep underwear on?” I sniped as I dropped my hands, very aware of the way Bram was glaring as he chugged the beer he’d stolen out of my hand.

“I don’t wear underwear,” Henry said flatly.

“Oh, hell,” Alex gasped, his face getting redder and redder as he laughed. “This shit just keeps getting better.”

“Fuck all of you. I’m going to bed.” I threw my hands in the air and stormed to my room. I really hadn’t wanted to see Henry’s closely shaved blond pubic hair or frank and beans. If I’d had any inkling that I was going to have to deal with that shit, I would have told him he couldn’t stay with me. I shuddered.

Before I could slam the door to my room, making my point even more firmly, Bram was pushing in behind me and closing us in.

“What are you doing?” I asked incredulously as he pushed us farther into the room. “Henry doesn’t know, jackass.”

“He’s about to,” Bram replied roughly, pushing his hands into my hair.

“Uh, no,” I muttered, dodging his lips.

“What, you won’t kiss me now?”

“Not when you’re being a jackass,” I mocked. “Henry was being Henry—this jealousy bullshit is misplaced.”

“Jealousy?” Bram barked out a laugh. “Henry’s hung like a twelve-year-old.”

“Actually—”

“You really don’t want to finish that sentence,” he said darkly.

I scoffed. Stupid boys and their appendages. It was all ridiculous.

“I’ve been with you all day,” Bram said in annoyance, tightening his hands in my hair. “And I haven’t been able to touch you once.”

My entire body seemed to soften at his words.

“Oh,” I sighed, reaching up to rest my hands on his forearms.

“The kids know—”

“I’m sorry I didn’t realize that you’d keep Alex quiet,” I apologized, grimacing.

“—so I’m staying the night.”

“Wait, what?”

His mouth covered mine, and I groaned as my hands slid off his arms and went straight to the bottom of his shirt, sliding under it so I could feel the soft, warm skin of his stomach.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” he said against my lips as my fingers found his nipples, making him shudder.

I lifted my arms above my head so he could pull off my T-shirt, and before the fabric had even hit the floor, my bra was gone, too.

“I hate it when you wear a bra,” he grumbled, making me giggle.

“T-shirts require a bra—even for me,” I informed him as he tore off his own T-shirt.

“Bullshit,” he argued with a grin. Then he tackled me to the bed, making me laugh. “You’re missing a few things,” he said suddenly, pulling his face from mine.

“What?” I looked down at my bare chest and denim-covered legs.

“This,” he murmured, tickling my nose as he pulled my septum ring down until it was visible. “And this.” He slid a finger into my mouth, rubbing it over my tongue, his hips jerking as I sucked.

“Tongue ring is in my purse,” I said after he’d pulled his finger away. “In the living room.”

Bram paused for a second, then a small smile pulled at his lips as he yanked me off the bed. Before I knew what he was doing, his T-shirt was being pulled over my head and my jeans were whisked down my legs.