3. Lookie-Loo
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Lookie-Loo
Zelda
H ow on earth did I end up here?
Wearing Brennan's t-shirt, curled up in their spare bed with all my babies that weren't caught up in the smoke and water damage caused by the kitchen fire.
I'll tell you how. It's simple, really. I lost it. Completely. After Kaz pulled me into his arms, I succumbed to the largest crying jag I've ever had. You can't blame a girl; I've never had to face my home going up in flames before.
Eventually, Kaz moved me into their place when a large group of studly men dressed in red turnout gear streamed into my apartment. He carefully rocked me and held me close the entire time they battled the minor kitchen fire.
They kept saying minor, but to me, it felt big . So huge.
Almost as big as the uh... one-eyed snake I sat on for most of the evening.
Thinking about a thick member is probably not the thing to do when facing a crisis, but I am who I am, and I won't be made to feel ashamed about it.
I can fantasise about him delving into my depths even if he's married.
Then, eventually, Brennan came in, gave me one look and ordered me to shower and get right into bed.
I was powerless to resist.
Now I'm here.
In their spare bed. Dressed in their clothes. Fantasising about being the meat in their delicious sandwich.
Totally not freaking out about my place, my burnt-to-a-crisp kitchen, or all my plants that probably got over-watered or burnt last night.
Nope.
I am not thinking about that. Not even a little bit.
A knock on the door pulls me from my downward spiral, and before I can respond, Kaz's sexy face peeks in.
"Hey, I wanted to leave you to sleep, but Brennan said you should probably get up and go with him to check out the damage in your place."
"It's okay; I was up already," I murmur before pushing myself out of bed.
I'm a big girl. Two thick thighs, hips big enough some guys have told me I need my own postal code, and breasts that are just on the wrong side of too big. Brennan is built. But even his biggest shirt isn’t big enough to cover much more than just the naughty bits. And with everything flying through my head this morning, I forgot that fact until I was standing right in front of Kaz... barely dressed.
His gaze slowly travels down my body, and I feel it like the soft caress of a tender lover.
My most secret pleasure garden clenches, the emptiness so very obvious now that I have his blue eyes looking at me. Down there.
And then I remember he's married. Very fucking married to a handsome, take-no-nonsense firefighter, and I'm somehow the hussy that's trying to tempt and tease a married man.
Without thinking, I grab the sheet from the bed to cover myself, but doing so means I pull the blankets and pillows along with it, causing an avalanche of bedding to tumble down onto the floor. In my haste to grab them and put them back where they belong, the sheet I very badly wrapped around myself slips down and tangles around my legs. In the chaos, Kaz steps up to help me, and together, the two of us...
Yup, you guessed it, folks.
We tumble into the pile of blankets and pillows, our legs and arms somehow tangling up, and I end up with my face nestled quite nicely into the V of his thighs, and Mister Spectacular has his mouth right in my crotch.
Seriously. I can't make this stuff up.
I'm not entirely sure if I should be happy or sad about the fact that I have on my Hello Kitty underwear.
Wait... What is that? Is Kaz...
"Are you sniffing my snatch?"
He doesn't answer me. Instead, he growls. Straight-up mountain-man growls and sniffs again.
I probably shouldn't be creaming at this. But I am.
When the situation I'm in hits me, I push away from him as quickly as my big body can move and scurry away. "Shit! Sorry. I'm so sorry. Let me get dressed and get out of your cock. No. Shit. No. I mean hair. I'll get out of your hair."
I don't want to look him or Brennan in the eye, so I grab the damn sheet that caused all of this off the floor and wrap it around myself as I dash through their apartment and straight for mine.
Only to remember that I can't go back in. Not only is my kitchen a husk of its former glory, but I don't even have the key to my place.
My only other option is Edie. But Edie means I need to travel across town to her in nothing but a sheet toga, and I do not have that level of confidence down pat.
Edie and a sheet toga. Or Kaz and Brennan and an uncomfortable conversation about me being a shameless homewrecker. No competition, really.
My feet move towards the elevator as if they have a mind of their own, but a stern, no-nonsense voice calls my name before I can push the button.
"Zelda, make another move, and you'll be sorry."
My head hangs in shame at Brennan's words. Obviously, enough time has passed that Kaz could tell him what had almost happened between us. I would have to move. Probably leave town.
Shucks. Fiddlesticks. Darnit.
Slowly shuffling back to their apartment, I keep my eyes glued to the floor in front of me. When I reach their door, I can see Brennan’s sock-clad tootsies as he steps aside to let me in. My mood is in the shitter; my confidence takes a nosedive, and my jiggly ass shakes in my boots. Well, I'm not wearing boots, but you know what I mean.
I find myself in their living room, Kaz casually sitting on the couch with one leg bent over the other, looking for all intents and purposes like nothing happened, not even two minutes ago.
The poophole.
I don't want to have this conversation. There just aren’t enough spoons left in my emotional drawer. All I want to do is climb back into bed and pretend like the outside world doesn't exist. Better yet, I want to build a huge blanket fort and stay inside until the zombies come to eat me up.
"Zelda, babygirl. Sit down," Brennan orders.
I collapse onto the floor, sitting cross-legged, super-duper thankful for the huge sheet covering me.
Kaz rubs his hand over his face at my antics, and it bloody looks like he's trying to hide a smile—the piece-of-rubbish poophole.
"Kaz told me what happened in the—" Brennan starts.
But I wasn't kidding when I said I don't have the spoons for this conversation now, so I do the only thing available to a childish woman who barely controls her baser urges on a good day.
"Nah-nah-nah!" I shout at the top of my lungs while holding my fingers in my ears. The sheet slips down again without my one hand to hold it up, but it doesn't matter because I'm sitting down and still covered.
When Brennan's mouth falls open in shock, I stop shouting and wait to see what he does next.
He looks over at Kaz, his shoulders stiff with annoyance and exasperation, but I don't care. I don't give a flying fart that I look and sound like a five-year-old. This is exactly who I am, and seeing as I'll be leaving town anyway, it doesn't matter that they've met my Little—or at least one version of her.
"Zelda, please, we need to discuss a few—"
Kaz tries this time, but it doesn't matter who's trying to do the talking; I've made up my mind. Avoidance is key to survival.
"Nah-nah-nah-nah!"
"Enough, Zelda!" Brennan barks, cutting off my noises almost instantly.
My mouth snaps shut, and I look at him unblinkingly. With those two words, he manages to do something no Dom or Daddy has ever done.
"If you don't want to talk about something, that's fine. You say so. That said, we are going to talk about this."
I open my mouth to start again, but he does the unthinkable and gives me a look that hits me so hard that I nearly rock backwards.
And the Niagra Falls gushes between my legs.
"We don't have to talk about it now. You've been through something traumatic, and Kaz and I will respect it. But mark my words; we will sit down and discuss this. Have I made myself clear?"
My head bobs up and down in response, and he gives me another look.
"Yes, Sir," I mutter before spontaneously combusting from the scorching hot looks.