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“My dad’s in the middle of surgery and you’re here, fucking some rando? What the fuck, Kel?” The stranger, I assume this is the infamous Nathaniel, chucks my bra at Kel. “I was expecting to find you working, not with some slut’s lace bra strung over the back of the couch.”
Kel is out of bed in a flash, fist cocked as he grips Nathaniel’s shirt. “Call her a slut again, I dare you.”
While I’m mostly terrified at the violence threatening the room, I can’t help the post-orgasm glow that purrs with pleasure at how quickly Kel defended me. I have never once fantasized about someone committing violence in my honor, but the scene playing out in front of me is checking a box I never knew I had.
Nathaniel’s eyes are wide, but he squares his shoulders under Kel’s grip. He’s almost as tall as Kel, and even though he has a leaner build, the biceps that strain his flannel have the same I work with my hands look. “Shouldn’t you be at the hospital?”
“Shouldn’t you?” Kel spits the words back in Nate’s face. He flinches, and Kel eases his grip.
“My flight landed an hour ago. Excuse me for coming here for a shower first.” I hadn’t noticed it until he mentioned it, but Nate’s dark hair is wet, the ends dripping on the back of his collar. “A fucking cold shower, too. Why the fuck is there no electricity in my house?”
The fire is back in Nate’s eyes as he stares Kel down. Kel’s shoulders tense, his grip on Nate tightening again. “Long story involving squirrels. You said it would be a couple of days before you got here.”
Nate sags in Kel’s grip. “Bri—my boss let me go sooner than I thought. That’s still not an excuse for why you’re here, tongue-deep in pussy, while my mom is alone at the hospital, probably sick with worry.”
“My mom is there. And I—” Kel looks back over his shoulder at me, his face softening when I give him a small smile. Kel turns back to Nate, staring him down. “I needed a break from being there.”
When neither of them moves or speaks for a long moment, each staring down the other, I climb out of bed, dragging the top sheet with me and wrapping it around my body. “Hi, I’m Maggie. Kel’s…”
“Girlfriend,” Kel supplies before I can panic over what to call myself. He releases Nate and steps back, tucking me under his arm. I pull the sheet tighter around myself and pull Kel back another half-step with me.
I clear my throat, then reach out to shake Nate’s hand. “You must be Nathaniel. I’ve heard a lot about you.”
Nate lifts an eyebrow before taking my hand. “Call me Nate.”
Kel growls under his breath when Nate doesn’t offer any kind of apology. Now that the shock is wearing off, the cold air hitting my bare ass reminds me that both Kel and I are butt-ass naked. “If you give me a couple of minutes, I can get some breakfast going. You’re probably starving.” I add, biting back a joke about Kel and I working up an appetite.
For the first time, Nate’s cheeks redden and Kel seems to realize he’s facing down his best friend with his half-hard junk on full display. There’s a cacophony of clearing throats and manly excuses as Nate backs out of the room.
“Well, that was…interesting.” I break the silence as I hunt for my jeans to pull my underwear on.
“I’m so sorry, Maggie. I don’t know—”
I cut Kel off with a kiss as I snag my jeans out from beneath him. “It’s okay. What’s a little coitus interruptus between friends, right?” I sit down on the bed to pull my pants on. Kel’s already dressed. “Hey,” I call out as his hand grasps the door handle. “Give him a second to calm down. Maybe go wash your face and brush your teeth.” I wink and give him a little shimmy to lighten the mood.
Kel scrubs a hand over his face, not buying my fake cheer. “Yeah, that’s probably a good idea.” He drops a kiss on top of my head as he hands me a flannel from his closet. “I think your sweater is still out there.”
He slips into the bathroom to wash up while I finish getting dressed—tying the flannel at my waist so I’m not drowning in it. I slip out of the room while he’s occupied.
Nate’s standing at the back window, looking out over the fields below. “He’s been working so hard to clear the south field,” I say as I drop a pod into Kel’s coffeemaker. “Coffee?”
Nate snorts. “Why? That field’s worthless for grapes. Too flat, poor drainage. It’s a waste of time.” He doesn’t look at me as he speaks, lost in his own thoughts.
Got it, so he’s coming home and digging into his asshole nature. Well, I wasn’t voted “most likely to make friends from another studio” three years running on my dance team for nothing. “Cream and sugar? I was going to make scrambled eggs. Any allergies?”
Kel’s arms wrapping around my waist startles a squeak out of me. “He’s not allergic to anything except being civil.” He nuzzles beneath my ear and plants a kiss there, sending goosebumps down my spine. “I like you in my shirt,” he whispers before pulling away.
Hands on my hips, Kel moves me to the side, taking over coffee-making with a nod toward the fridge.
“Don’t we need to go?” Nate paces from the window to the front door. I already have the eggs out and a bowl to crack them in. I pause, egg in hand, to look at Kel. He jerks his chin in a “go ahead” motion, so I continue prepping. This is a conversation I’m happy not to take part in unless absolutely necessary.
“We won’t get there before he goes in for surgery. My mom got there an hour ago and is texting me updates. Do you really want your reunion with your mom to be while she’s fussing over your dad?” Kel pops a third pod into his coffee-maker. “And while you’re a jet-lagged mess, who probably hasn't had anything to eat in hours and definitely hasn’t had a decent cup of coffee this morning?”
Nate snorts. “I’ve been in France for the last five years. If you think I’m going to call your Keurig-crap decent coffee, you’re very wrong.”
Kel pulls out the creamer and sugar, making my coffee first, before sorting out his and leaving the third mug black. He drops another kiss on my cheek as I scramble the eggs with a fork, taking the other two mugs with him as he goes to Nate. “Here, asshole.”
I turn my back on the boys, concentrating on melting butter in the bottom of the pan. But the house is too small not to hear every word of their conversation, especially since they’re making no attempt to keep their voices down.
