Chapter 6 #2
“Yeah, we didn’t have too much of a problem finding it; we almost missed the driveway though.”
“Don, don’t lie, you totally missed the driveway, and then we spent the next mile and a half looking for a place big enough to turn his truck around,” Brent grins at me as Donovan scowls.
I can’t help but laugh.
“Yeah, the driveway is really easy to miss.”
I give Donovan a sympathetic look. “I keep telling Megan she needs to clear out some of the brush that is blocking the driveway from view of the road. I still sometimes miss it, especially when it’s dark out and I’ve been here many times.”
At that, Donovan gives me an appreciative smile. If he keeps smiling at me like that I’m going to do something stupid. I just know it.
“So, what smells so good?” Brent asks. Oh, that one is trouble for sure. He looks like pure sex. I bet he gets any girl he wants.
“That would be the biscuits.” I check the clock on the oven. “Which probably need to come out now.”
I turn away from them, getting a small reprieve from their assessing gazes, and grab the oven mitts off the counter and turn toward the oven to see if they are done.
While I’m focused on that, I’m completely unaware of what is going on behind me.
But Megan sees everything from out on the back deck.
Thankfully, out of the corner of my eye I see her waving at me through the glass door.
As soon as she sees my eyes on her she subtly gestures behind me and wiggles her eyebrows as a wicked smirk plasters across her face.
As I bend over to look in the oven I see in the reflection of the glass what’s going on.
Brent is leaned over getting a good look at my ass, his hands clenching like he wants nothing more than to fill his hands with me.
I’m shocked and outrageously flustered. I don’t think I’ve ever had a man look at me like that.
Then I notice Donovan, who is also looking on in admiration.
I see the exact moment he notices where Brent’s eyes are, because he elbows him in the side and lets out a quiet growl.
Having the breath knocked out of him, all he can do is look at Donovan with feigned innocence.
Donovan gives him a dirty look, shaking his head no, which Brent returns with a very devilish grin.
Just as Donovan is about to smack Brent, I open the oven and take out the tray, breaking my view of the two men.
I’m flushed and a little frazzled, so I’m careful to turn around slowly while the tray of biscuits is in my hands.
I can’t stay bent over like that forever, and I can’t make them aware that I saw everything.
So I put on my best haughty expression and ask sternly.
“What are you guys doing?”
“Nothing,” they both say at the same time. Guilty expressions dance across both of their faces.
“Doesn’t look like nothing to me. Why do you both look guilty?” I ask as my eyebrow rises and I give them one of my best teacher looks. Donovan and Brent both look at each other and then back at me.
“How do you know we look guilty?” Brent asks suspiciously.
“Because I have seen that look on too many teenage boys not to know what a guilty face looks like.”
Donovan tries to pull off his best innocent look and replies. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
That makes me shake my head. I grab a spatula, letting them think I have given up, when I know exactly what they have been up to.
Smiling to myself, I take the biscuits off the cooking sheet, placing them onto a plate to cool.
Brent, the sly devil, reaches out as if to snatch one off the plate, but I quickly tap his hand with the spatula, making him draw it back quickly.
“They are hot, and you can wait,” I scold him.
Donovan smirks at Brent as if to say, “She told you.”
“What kind of biscuits are those?” Donovan asks charmingly.
“They are cheddar biscuits.”
“They smell really good, Kinley. Did you make them from scratch?”
“Yep.” I grin proudly at Donovan.
Brent keeps eyeing the biscuits like he’s just waiting for me to turn away so he can snatch one. I eye him and sigh, lifting the plate to him.
“Fine, you can have one, but if you burn your mouth it’s your own fault.”
That makes him grin wide and he quickly takes one off the plate before I can change my mind; I then move the plate close to Donovan.
“You can have one, too.”
“Why, thank you.”
I smile shyly, picking up my beer and taking a sip to give myself something to do other than panting at this man and begging him to take me.
I also have to admit that Brent is just as easy on the eyes, he’s rocking that bad boy biker aesthetic with his shoulder-length wavy brown hair and almost all visible skin covered in ink.
Goodness gracious, if they both keep looking at me that way I won’t be held responsible for what I do.
What in the world are these men doing to me? I never act like this.
The guys both take a bite of the biscuits and moan in appreciation. Holy shit, that is sexy. Fuck, I need to do something productive before I crawl onto their laps.
I turn away to let them enjoy their biscuits and go to the refrigerator to get the pasta salad out.
“Kinley, did you say you’re a teacher?” Donovan asks in between bites of biscuit.
Did I say that?
With the pasta salad in hand, I turn around and answer him. “Yes, I am. I teach advanced sciences at a private high school.”
“Wow, I wasn’t expecting that.”
“Did you think I taught elementary or something like that?” I ask with a smirk.
“Well, actually yes.”
I narrow my eyes at him slightly, set the pasta salad on the countertop and take another sip of my beer before saying, “I won’t hold it against you. At least not for long.”
“That’s very generous of you,” he replies with a grin.
He takes a long drink from his beer and gives me a look that makes my stomach flutter and my thighs clench in anticipation; I really hope that I don’t screw this one up.
This man does things to me with just a look that no man has ever been able to accomplish going all the way.
I will be damned if I let him get away without at least satisfying some of the curiosity that is brewing.
Brent clears his throat, breaking the moment. Snapping out of it, I blurt out, “So, what do you guys do for a living?”
They blink at me for a moment before Donovan answers.
“Well, I’m a police officer in a city just outside of Knoxville. Aiden is actually my partner,” Donovan admits.
This just keeps getting better and better.
My inner girl practically squeals with excitement.
I found him incredibly sexy before that admission, but now that I know he wears a uniform, perfect.
Trying to contain myself, I turn my attention to Brent, waiting for him to answer.
Before he can utter a word, Camden opens the back door followed by Megan, both are laughing. “What’s so funny, Cam?” Brent asks.
“Oh, Aiden tripped and accidentally poured beer on the grill, and nearly burned his eyebrows off.”
That gets a chuckle out of Donovan and Brent.
“Are the steaks almost done, Megan?”
I move to stand next to her while she washes the platter the raw steaks were on.
“Yeah, he is just waiting for me to bring this back.”
“Oh, good, I’m starving. I will get the table set real quick.”
I open the cabinets with the dishes and eye which dish set I want to use.
Megan walks back outside with Camden and Brent following close behind.
As I’m counting to make sure I have the right number of plates, a warm, comforting heat brushes up against me.
I still as Donovan asks if I need help. An unknown feeling shudders through me at his close proximity. What is this man doing to me?
“Um, sure. If you could just take these and put them on the table, then I can get the silverware.”
I turn, looking up at him as I hand over the stack of dishes.
Our hands brush, and I barely stop the gasp leaving my lips.
I drop my gaze, unsure what to do about all the feelings rushing through my body.
I thank him and move to get the silverware.
I’m in so much trouble. Be cool Kinley, be fucking cool!
We get the table finished just as everyone comes in from outside with the steaks. Megan grabs the pasta salad, I grab the biscuits, and we all sit down to eat. All throughout dinner, I can’t help thinking that this feels so right.
We eat so much that the guys end up sprawled out in the living room, groaning in their fullness. Before Megan and I join them, we load up the dishwasher, since the guys helped clear the table and put the left-overs away.
“Go sit down, Megan. I will be there in a minute, I just need to put the cobbler in the oven and set the timer.”
“Kinley, you’re going to make me fat with all this food!” She replies with a snort.
“Hey, someone’s gotta make sure you’re eating, and since I don’t see you nearly enough, I have to make up for it when I do,” I murmur with a wicked grin.
“Besides, you didn’t eat nearly as much as those guys.
I’m really glad I decided to make everything in triple batches.
I didn’t know guys could eat that much.”
“Kinley, not one in the bunch is under six feet, I’m surprised they didn’t eat even more than they did.”
“Yeah, true, at least they appreciate our cooking.”
“That’s an understatement; I swear the sounds they were making were on the verge of being obscene.” Megan covers her mouth to keep from laughing.
“Go back in there before they start wondering what we are doing,” I swat at her with a towel to get her moving.