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Genni
Icouldn’t get that sly smirk Brian gave me out of my mind. My treacherous body ignited with just one wink. I felt dirty and ashamed that in the middle of the visitation, my girlie bits wanted me to chase down that hunk of a man. I had come home to bury my grandma, not hook up with the first hot dude who winked at me.
I swung my legs out of bed and sat on the edge, taking in the room. My room. The quilt on the bed Gran made me for my high school graduation. The furniture was mismatched, a piece picked up here and there at thrift shops or yard sales and lovingly repurposed for this room. A tall dresser chalk painted a rustic white, a vanity table and bench stripped and whitewashed to match. The stool reupholstered to look fresh and new. A few old and delicate handkerchiefs framed and hung on the walls. The floor was scarred hardwood, the walls a muted light green, and lace curtains hung on the two identical windows on each side of the metal headboard.
My one and only black dress seemed to stare back at me from its position hanging on the back of the door. The only black dress shoes I owned waited on the floor next to the door. I cringed when I looked at them. They were black, yes, but the heel was a good four inches tall. They were my fuck-me heels, though never worn for any man so far in my lifetime.
The delicious aroma of coffee hit my senses. I scrunched my brow in confusion. I shouldn’t be smelling anything since I was the only one in the house. I shoved my feet in my slippers and grabbed my robe off the end of the bed. I tied the belt just as I rounded the corner into the kitchen only to find Jason standing at the stove, cooking something for breakfast, and his friend Brian pouring fresh coffee into three mugs.
“Cream or sugar?” Brian asked.
I was stunned silent, glancing between both men.
Jason laughed. “She used to take it with a spoon of sugar and a splash of creamer. She likes that fancy shit, so there should be some in the fridge. With the purple label. Her gran always kept some on hand just in case Genni visited.”
His words speared my heart. I didn’t visit Gran nearly enough in the past few years, and to discover she always kept my favorite creamer on hand brought tears to my eyes. I wavered on my feet. Strong arms caught me before the floor and I could become close friends.
“Woah. Hey, let’s sit you down.” Brian’s deep baritone had a softness to it as he guided me to a chair at the table. He squatted in front of me, holding my wrist in one hand while the other tucked my wayward hair behind my ear. “Stay here. I’ll bring your coffee and some breakfast.”
Jason piled platters with the bacon, eggs, and toast, and Brian smacked the back of his head before making two plates.
“Ow! Hey, jackass, what was that for?” Jason rubbed the back of his head.
“If you don’t realize what it was for, you are more insensitive than I thought.” I watched them interact, and Brian nodded slightly in my direction.
Jason looked at me. “Ahh hell, Genni, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you. That was just one of the things I loved about your gran. She always kept your creamer here, and my favorite cookies were always in that jar over there.”
I smiled. “It’s okay, Jason. It just hit me wrong. I love hearing little things like that. She always had a soft spot for you.”
“Here, eat.” Brian placed my plate and coffee in front of me.
“What are you guys doing here?” It finally hit me that I was sitting in Gran’s kitchen while two men cooked and served me breakfast. I also realized that I only had my short nightie and robe on. I crossed my legs, tucking my robe in between my thighs. It wasn’t much, but I felt a little better having another layer between my throbbing hoo-hah and the layers of testosterone flowing through the room.
Watching them work together like a well-oiled machine was turning me on. I took a sip of the best cup of coffee I had ever had and allowed my mind to wander. If they worked this well in the kitchen, how well would they work together in the bedroom? “What the fuck? Where did that come from?” I shook my head to clear the vision of them naked and worshipping me. I took a bite, finding my appetite had turned from food to something of a more carnal nature.
“Damnit, Genevieve, focus. You bury Gran today. It’s no time to be thinking about sex. No matter how hot you think the guy is.”
I sat back, realizing that I had just taken Jason from friend zone to hot and heavy threesome. My body warmed again. My head, on the other hand, was screaming hell no. I’d known Jason since childhood. He was an ass in high school, and now, with the power trip his position gave him, there was no way I should be attracted to him. Brian made sense because he was tall, brooding, sexy, and dominant in a comforting way.
Brian finished washing the last of the dishes they had used to make breakfast. “What time shall we pick you up?”
His question threw me. “Pick me up?” I tilted my head, shifting my gaze between them, feeling a bit confused.
“Jason and I will be driving you to the funeral.” Brian dried his hands and leaned back against the counter.
“I’m a big girl. I can drive myself.” I sat back, crossing my arms with a huff.
“We never said you couldn’t, but funerals can be hard and emotions unpredictable. We just want to make sure you have one less stressor today. Let us do this one thing for you.” Brian glanced at Jason, who nodded in agreement but kept his mouth shut.
I sighed. “Fine, but I don’t think it’s necessary.” I dug into the plate of food in front of me, my appetite returning. “I have to be there by ten this morning, and then, after the graveside service, I have to go to Gran’s lawyer’s office for the reading of her will.”
“I drive right past his office.” Jason smiled. “So, riding together today makes perfect sense. I have some work at the station; I’ll be back to pick you both up soon.” He walked over, his hand gentle as he squeezed my shoulder, but the kiss he placed atop my head shocked me the most. This was a side of Jason I had never seen before, and it twisted up my insides even more. His touch ignited a warmth that calmed and eased my tension, and the touch of his lips had me leaning into him. “You don’t have to handle it all on your own,” he whispered. “Let us help you.”
My head reeled at the one hundred-eighty degree turn Jason took. Yesterday, he was threatening to punish me, promising to teach me discipline, and today, he’s caring and comforting. Brian hadn’t moved from his position against the counter, but his eyes took in every movement Jason made and then locked with mine when Jason left.
“Finish up. I’ll go and get your bath started.” Brian gave the counter a final wipe, turning his back to me.
“I don’t take baths. Thank you. And even if I did, I don’t need someone starting it for me.” There it was, the controlling side that I saw emerge yesterday.
