cracked the joke earlier that watching was okay with them, but had he really meant for things like this ? Then again, they were doing it on their back porch where the only possible person who could have seen them was me . No one from the street would have and our houses were surrounded by woods on either side.
Either way, conflicted as I was, the prude in me won out, and I walked back into the house. That doesn’t mean what I’d seen wasn’t what was on my mind when I went to bed that night. Hell, I felt like a dirty bitch, pleasing myself at the whole scene and coming so hard I had to bite my lip to keep in my cries.
But seriously, could anyone blame me? They were hot and I’d walked into an even hotter situation. Wow. They might not be single or straight or just one of them like I’d been hoping but apparently I’d landed some really fun, really interesting neighbors.
I even dreamed about them that night—but not a dirty dream crazily enough. No, them simply touching me after they snuck into my room and lifted the covers. Weird, right? Who has a dream that their neighbors throw back the bedding and each touch her leg in different spots? Oh, and then they came back later or it was another dream—I wasn’t clear on that—and they touched the other leg.
What the hell had I eaten that day to be dreaming that ?
Whatever it had been, I wanted to make sure to do it again, because ignoring the weird dreams, I’d slept like a baby. I woke before my alarm, feeling refreshed, stress-free, and ready for the day in a way I hadn’t in a long time.
Which oddly enough led me to believe it was going to be a bad day… At least I knew I hadn’t had a lobotomy in my sleep! I still had my normal snarky attitude.
2
I rolled out of bed the next morning, did my normal thing before making coffee, putting in my contacts, brushing my teeth, and then decided to hold off with a shower until after playing with the mower. Why go through cleaning up to get all dirty again? And while I was wearing the same clothes as yesterday I did reapply deodorant and add a little mascara.
Yeah, yeah, I wasn’t going to be a priss for yard work, but I still was a girl and they were three hot guys. I was a five-nine and a half, obese, thirty-year-old who didn’t have much going for her but long blonde hair and a nice rack. I had the blonde lashes to match the hair, and it was kinda freaky if I didn’t wear mascara, plus if I didn’t wear the right stuff and regularly, they fell out when I was stressed out.
Which was a lot.
And that freaked me out.
Which surprisingly stressed me out even more because my eyelashes kept falling out. Yeah, yeah, vicious circle and all that.
But they were really pretty, long thick ones if I took care of them, so I did. They didn’t make up for me being fat, but I did have nice bright blue eyes that they accented well and, yeah, had to use what I had working for me.
I had just gotten the mower out of the garage, lit a smoke, and taken a sip of my coffee when I saw Aspen, Cypress, and Teak heading over—shirtless and looking yummy. I smiled and found myself not being able to meet Aspen’s eyes.
Weird , right? No, I didn’t know how I was going to handle that situation either. Personally, I was a fan of not bringing it up. Ever.
“Morning,” I greeted as I set down my coffee and squatted next to the mower. “You guys are early risers.”
“We had to get the truck back before they opened and didn’t want to hold you up to start your day,” Cypress explained as he moved next to me, bumping my shoulder. I felt a jolt from it, not static electricity, but almost as if I’d stepped under a cool shower, feeling refreshed from it, simply by our skin touching.
Bizarre.
“Can’t hold up your genius or mess with your flow,” Teak added, moving to the other side of me. His arm brushed my other one, and I felt the same thing. It was hard to explain but I felt lighter again… Like I had when I’d met