Page 32 of Brought By the Storm

“Mm.” He licked his upper lip. “I think I’d like for you to wear one today under your jeans. I want to know that sexy butt is bare under your pants.”

My eyes grew wide as I became paralyzed in place. He laughed, which caused my face to flush. “Okay, fine. You wear the other one!”

That wiped away his smile. “What if I get stopped by TSA? Strip-searched?”

Now it was my turn to grin. “Hmm, that would be a sexy scene.”

“You’re into role-play, huh?” he asked, but I could tell he was intrigued and turned on by the idea.

“Guess you’ll have to put on the jock strap to find out,” I dared.

“What size is it?”

“Small. I have a thirty-inch waist,” I explained.

His lips raised in victory. “Too bad. I wear a medium. I have a thirty-two-inch waist.”

“Ha! It will fit. In fact, that’s even better. I like the thought of you being crammed into my strap. Maybe that will teach you not to spy on me.”

He looked a little uncomfortable, but gave me a reluctant nod.

* * * *

Once I was downstairs in my kitchen cracking eggs, Mateo approached me from behind donning a big smile.

“Good morning,” I grunted.

“It is, isn’t it?” he beamed.

I chuckled. “Someone get lucky last night with a certain house guest?”

He had a boastful smile. “Sure did, and Olivia has the tits of a teenager and one sweet pussy.”

My jaw fell and I dropped an egg I had been meaning to crack in the bowl. “What?”

Mateo bellowed. “You’re always gullible. So sweet.”

I rolled my eyes and gave him a chastising look. “Olivia is a classy lady. Don’t be talking about her that way.”

“So, what do you think of Stefan?” he asked.

“I like him better since he helped me with the outside chores. Up until then, I thought he was a douche.”

“Stop it,” Mateo ordered, slapping my arm. “He’s a good guy.”

“I take it you two hooked up while I was in bed,” I figured.

“Hooked together like a strand of Christmas lights,” he confirmed. “Eric, he’s a god. You should see his body.”

“I did, remember? You two were putting on your little show on my patio,” I reminded him.

“Okay, well the rest of him is just as hot. It’s no wonder he’s a model. I’ll need to google him later,” he added.

I remembered that when Mateo had asked what Stefan and Carrington were in the States for, Stefan replied that they were models and here for a commercial gig. “Um, I don’t think he’s that famous, though, is he? Maybe he’s not on the net? I’m pretty sure they said they’re struggling to get noticed.”

Mateo dismissed that notion with an eye roll. “That’s crazy. They’re gorgeous. I’m sure Stefan has some kind of presence on social media. Even you’d come up if I google you. I just need his last name. I can’t believe I forgot to ask for that. Hey, what is Carrington’s last name? I can look him up.”

I started to panic. “Um, funny thing. I never asked him his either. So, what do you want to eat?”