“Let’s go downstairs. You can relax on the couch while I make some coffee and breakfast.”
He removed his hands from my shoulders, and I was disappointed the connection had to be broken. However, all wasn’t lost because he took hold of my hand and led me down to his living room. As he walked ahead of me with my hand in his, I focused on his jeans and how perfectly they fit him. They weren’t too tight like the trendy teens and twenty-something crowd. But they weren’t too baggy either. Sam’s clothes were perfect.
Josh was already sitting on the couch when we walked into the living room. He closed a large hardcover book, set it down on the coffee table, and stood when he saw us. Josh was wearing some of Sam’s dark gray joggers and a thin white undershirt. I couldn’t help but notice how much Sam’s undershirt hugged all of Josh’s muscles. The arms and his chiseled chest. Seeing Josh in Sam’s dark gray joggers that highlighted every inch of his shaft nearly made me lightheaded.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
Finally, his voice pried my eyes away from his evident shaft that was situated freely in the joggers.
“Morning, short stuff.”
Sam led me to Josh as if this was some sort of exchange in hands. Literally. Josh opened his arms, and Sam stepped to the side and guided me into Josh’s arms. It was so easy for me to rest my head against Josh’s chest when he encircled me with his arms. I inhaled a scent that was whatever laundry detergent Sam used and made it a point to find out what it was so I could wash my sheets and clothes in it. I would forever know that scent as “Sam.”
“I’ll get some coffee and breakfast started,” Sam announced. He had a hand on my back and on Josh’s, which I thought was really sweet. It was kind of hot the way he doted a bit on Josh.
I sat on the couch beside Josh and curled my feet up under me while my head rested on his chest, hiding my eyes from him. This allowed me to stare undetected at Josh’s long dick that hid behind the joggers. The way the material clearly outlined his cock, I was almost positive that Josh wasn’t wearing any underwear. Maybe to him one night in another man’s underwear was enough. But for some reason, it was hot as hell to me.
“How are you feeling, short stuff?” Josh asked while he stroked my back.
“I’m doing okay, aside from looking like I’m homeless,” I teased. I smiled when I could feel his chest rise and fall as he laughed along with my self-assessment.
Josh could always make me smile and laugh, and I was counting on it this morning. I needed the jokes and laughter, though the sight of his cock was doing wonders for me too. His dick moved a little behind the joggers as he laughed.Yeah, definitely not wearing underwear.
“I slept with a homeless girl last night,” he joked with me. I laughed and nestled my face against his warm chest.
“I doubt it was the first time,” I replied with my comeback.
“This time was different, though,” Josh said before he kissed the top of my head.
I knew he was playing along for my benefit. I seriously doubted that Josh had slept with anyone living on the street. There was something about his tone that worried me that he might try to get mushy and sentimental. I didn’t want that right now, so I made a sarcastic comment, hoping he would move away from any mushy shit.
“Was it different because you could see her face this time?”
He laughed and then kissed my head again. This time when he laughed, I didn’t get to enjoy the sight of his dick moving in his pants because my damn eyes were watery. Thankfully, though, he relented and played along with my jokes of him sleeping with homeless women.
“I knew something was different this time,” he replied and squeezed me.
“Coffee is ready, guys.”
Startled, I looked up and saw that Sam was standing close by. He kept his eyes on mine as he walked toward us, and then he held his hand out to me. I wrapped my hand around his warm, large hand and let him help me off the couch. Josh held my hip and lower back while I stood, as if were a delicate piece of glass.
When we went into the kitchen, I made sure to select a chair that gave me a full view of the beautiful space. As I sat down on the hard, wooden chair, all of the places on my body that were slightly tender were magnified.Come on, ibuprofen. Kick in, please.
I focused on Sam’s incredible kitchen because the last time we were here, I didn’t truly get to enjoy or appreciate it. Watching Sam move around collecting things from the pantry and fridge was a bonus. Sam’s kitchen was very different than what Josh had designed for his home. It was Tuscan inspired with warm earth tone colors for the cabinets, granite counters, and large Spanish tiles on the floor. Josh’s kitchen was friendly and welcoming. Sam’s kitchen was one hundred percent masculine and modern. His cabinets were glossy black, and the countertop was a thick white slab. When I moved my head a certain way, the sunlight caught some glittering pieces throughout the counter. On the island, where his breakfast bar was centered, was a large blue design that stretched across the width of the counter in one section. It almost looked like a vein that was heavier in certain areas. It looked amazing.
“What kind of countertops are these?” I asked when Sam delivered a mug of coffee to me.
“It’s quartz, I bet,” Josh chimed as he turned to look at it closer.
“Oh, you suddenly work at the Home Depot?” I asked Josh.
“Trust me.” Josh gestured toward Sam’s countertops with his thumb over his shoulder as he looked at me. “Those aren’t Home Depot countertops.”
“Forgive me. I didn’t realize I was talking to a home decorator,” I snapped.
“I did design our kitchen at home, you know,” Josh replied.
Ourkitchen?
