Chapter Fifteen
Lucy
It’s been storming for two days now. The rain is heavy, and the clouds are such a dark shade of grey, they almost look black.
The guys have been in and out of the house doing quick repairs for people all around town due to the storm, and they always come back soaking wet.
I find myself in the laundry room again, putting their clothes in the dryer before they head back out.
Why am I doing this again? Oh right, I’m still staying with them and feel guilty about not helping out more.
Turning the dryer on, I head back to my room to read, which is what I’ve been doing with most of my time.
Not being back in Nana’s house is strange, and I’ve only been there once to check on the place.
Ren said that he and Colson went to check on it and they were able to get the windows closed before the storm turned too bad.
There’s so much I could be doing there, but Colson made a comment about the smell still lingering, so I’m stuck here, waiting on the fire chief to call.
It’s been easy to fall into a routine here with the guys.
I spend most of my time reading or baking treats.
Yesterday was lemon poppyseed muffins, and we’re almost out already.
Walking towards my room, I decide today I will bake a classic blueberry buckle.
It was one of Nana’s favorite recipes to make for people, and that thought makes me smile.
I have a couple more hours until I need to start, so I choose to read for a while.
Crawling into bed, I cover myself up before grabbing my water cup.
Fuck, it’s empty.
I huff out an annoyed breath and get back out of bed.
Walking back down the hall, I realize I haven’t seen or heard Colson and Ren together again since my first night here.
I saw Ren leaving Nash’s room this morning, though.
He had a goofy grin on his face, so at least one of us is getting laid around here.
When was the last time I got laid?
I make it to the kitchen and grab some ice from the fancy ice maker on the counter. I have to admit; I love this thing. I scoop perfect little cubes of ice into my cup and then fill it with water. As soon as I’m done, I hear someone heading this way.
“Hey, Love.” Ren gives me a warm smile walking into the room. Nash is right behind him and he waves.
“Hey, Darlin.” His head looks better, and although he says it’s still a little sore, the bump on it has disappeared.
I smile back at both of them. “Where are you guys off to today?”
“Ms. Randall just called. Leaky roof at the elementary school. Wants it fixed before any more damage is done to the third-grade classroom,” Nash says, filling his to-go cup with coffee.
“Make sure you guys are careful up on that roof. I don’t think Ren can handle it if you fall again, Nash.” I pat him on the shoulder, and he chuckles.
Colson walks in a second later and grabs one of my wrapped-up muffins. He’s been avoiding me since that day in his truck, and I can’t really blame him. I’m sure it was as awkward for him as it was for me. He tips his head my way, giving me the smallest amount of attention he has in days.
“Colson,” I say as I take a drink from my straw.
“Rich Girl.” Colson’s voice is deep, and I can’t quite read the emotion behind it.
“Really, Cole? You’re going to take a muffin that Lucy made just for us and still call her Rich Girl?” Ren’s voice is laced with amusement as Colson stops dead in his tracks.
“She made these?” Cole asks, holding up the muffin.
“Yes, she did. You should tell her thank you. I’ve seen you eat about ten of those things since yesterday.” Nash points at the muffin in Colson’s hand. I can’t help but smile while fighting back a giggle.
Cole looks between me and the muffin before saying, “Not bad, Rich Girl.” He turns, walking out of the room, and Ren bursts out in laughter while Nash shakes his head.
“They are excellent, Darlin’.”
“I agree. I think we might need some more, Love.” Ren wiggles his eyebrows at me, giving me his best smile. His dimples appear, and I almost melt.
Those dimples will be the death of me.
“How do you feel about blueberries?” I ask, giving him a wink. His mouth opens wide and he nods his head up and down enthusiastically. “I’ll see what I can do for you then.” The guys say goodbye and head out. I grab my water and make my way back to my room again.
I get situated in bed and pick up my book.
After a few minutes, I realize I haven't been paying attention and have no idea what is happening in the story since I’ve been staring at the same page for ten minutes.
My mind is somewhere else. I think of the guys and what I like about each of them.
Not only are they all hot as hell, they each make me feel something different.
Nash is caring and warm, like a security blanket you never want to unwrap yourself from.
Ren is positive, like the sun shining on a rainy day. He’ll make you feel as if you can conquer the world.
Cole is mysterious, like the guy moms warn their daughters about.
My thighs push together, and I blame the heat spreading through me on the fact I haven’t been with anyone in over a year. Biting my lip, I reach under the bed and pull out my toiletries bag. Opening the secret zipper, I pull out a tube of lipstick.
They wouldn’t even know this was a vibrator if they saw it. They won’t be back for a while.
Putting the bag back under the bed, I can feel the heat pooling in my lower belly. I slide my black biker shorts and underwear down and kick them off the bed when they get to my ankles.
Taking off the fake lid, I twist the bottom until it starts buzzing.
I put it on my bundle of nerves and inhale sharply.
Letting my mind go wild, the fantasy I had in the shower the other night starts playing.
I let out a moan and move the small vibrator around in circles on my clit, and my breathing starts to shallow.
The need to come is overwhelming, and I am already so close.
“Damn, Love. You were just waiting for us to leave the house, weren’t you?”
Ren’s gruff voice startles me. I yelp and open my eyes, struggling to turn the toy off. “Ren! What the hell are you doing here? You just left!”
He’s leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed. His eyes are the darkest green I’ve ever seen on him, and his smile grows, showing his dimples again. I squeeze my thighs together under the blankets and hope he doesn’t notice. He walks slowly towards the bed as I sit up.
“What were you thinking about, Love?” he says, putting his hands in his pockets. I can see his bulge in my line of sight and lick my lips. Looking up at him, he lets out a low chuckle. “Truth for a truth?”
“What?”
“Truth for a truth, Love? Tell me what you were thinking about, and I’ll tell you something in return.”
“I, uhm.” Tripping over my words, his fingers touch my chin and lift my gaze up to his. I let out a small whimper, and he slowly closes his eyes, a quiet growl coming from his chest as he lets out a sigh.
“Want me to start, Love?”
I nod my head yes.
“I’m thinking about how badly I want to rip those blankets off and make you scream my name while I taste you.”
My eyes widen in surprise at his truth, and I let out a shaky breath. “I was thinking about you. All of you.”
Ren cocks his head to the side, and the dimples are back. “Are you going to be a good girl and let me help you come, Love?”
My thighs are slippery with need, and I nod.
“Words. I need your words.”
“Yes.” It comes out at a near whisper, but Ren doesn’t waste a second throwing the blankets off of me and grabbing my ankles. He swings my body around so my ass is on the edge of the bed as he kneels to the ground, putting my legs over his shoulders.
“So wet already. Were you close, Love?” Ren places a kiss on the inside of my thigh, causing a whimper to escape my throat. I answer with a breathless “yes,” and I feel Ren’s smile on my thigh with his next kiss.
Running his tongue over my clit, I arch my back at the sensation.
I reach down and thread my fingers through his hair and let out a moan.
He circles the sensitive bundle of nerves with his tongue, then down to my entrance and back up, repeating the process over and over again.
Goosebumps break out all over my body, and I can feel my lower belly start to tighten as my body starts trembling.
“Ren! Where the fuck are you?”
My eyes shoot open, and I try to pull Ren up, but he won’t budge.
His tongue is still on me as I try to squirm from his grip on my legs, but it’s no use.
He sucks and nips my clit, and I hear another sound I’m pretty sure came from me.
I close my eyes and roll my head to the side, giving in to the sensations overwhelming my body.
My eyes open again, and I see Colson standing in the doorway.
With one more flick of Ren’s tongue across my clit and I come.
Screaming out his name, he slowly brings me down from the high of my orgasm.
He looks up at me, his face shining with my release and smiles.
“I should forget my coat more often, Love.”
Standing up, he leans over my tired body and places a kiss on my lips.
I can taste myself on him, and when I open my eyes, he’s looking into my eyes deeply, like he’s trying to figure me out.
He gives me one more kiss before he stands and walks over to Colson.
Through lust-filled eyes, I watch as he grabs the back of Colson’s head and brings him in for a turn.
I can’t look away knowing Colson can taste me on Ren, and that thought makes my body heat again.
Breaking the kiss, Ren turns and smiles at me before walking out of the room. Colson looks over at me.
“Damn, Rich Girl. You taste pretty sweet.” He licks his lips and walks out. I hear the front door close a few moments later, and I’m left lying here. I cover my face with my hands as embarrassment creeps in, and I stand to go clean myself off in the shower.
I need to call Ember. She’s going to love this.