surrounds me. Curiosity gets the better of me, my heart pounding with the unknown as I turn in the direction of the sound I heard. I don’t find a hungry puppy sniffing around looking for breakfast, but the sight before me does make me pause.
Vibrating back muscles disappear into a pair of low-slung jeans as the man in the kitchen dances to a song playing through a pair of Bluetooth headphones. I don’t make apologies and back away and maybe looking back later, I can still use the excuse that my brain is muddled by alcohol. Instead, I stand there and watch, an impressed smile on my lips. This man is tall, the hint of a shadow on his jaw when he turns slightly to grab something from the cabinet.
He’s attractive. I’ll give him that, but he’s got nothing on the man in the other room.
Is he a roommate? Colton didn’t offer up much about his homelife, and he seemed reluctant to answer the questions I had about his family last night.
The man turns around, startling for a brief second before a wide smile spreads across his handsome face. Mischievous eyes skate up and down my body from my bare legs to the top of my messy head. He nods in appreciation, and I easily determine he’s related to Colton. Not only are the facial features strikingly similar, but he’s behaving exactly the same way Colton did when he first saw me. He pulls his headphones from his ears as the flirtatious look on his face grows.
“Good morning.”
He’s definitely a younger brother, possibly a cousin.
“Morning.” Nerves force me to shift from one foot to the other as I weigh the benefits of using this guy to make Colton jealous. Nothing forces a man’s hand like competition, but Colton doesn’t really seem like the type of man who’s willing to fight over a woman.
“I didn’t know we had an overnight guest.” His eyes continue to rove over the length of me, and I can tell when he notices the pucker of my nipples.
The guy is good-looking, but I’m not aroused by the sight of him. If anything, it’s the proximity of the man in the living room that’s got my blood heated this morning, but I don’t make a move to cover my chest. I’m not indecent. He can’t really see anything due to the dark nature of the shirt I chose, but it doesn’t stop the man from getting his fill.
“Is there coffee?”
He clears his throat, eyes snapping to mine instead of remaining on my chest.
“Y-yeah, let me get you a cup,” he stammers, which is adorable, as he reaches into the cabinet. I don’t bother hiding a smile at the sight of his back muscles flexing.
I’m not desperate for attention, but I also won’t deny feeling like a queen when I feel his eyes follow me across the room. He steps away so I can pour a cup of coffee, and I know if I look over my shoulder, I’m going to find him still watching me.
Only when I look, teeth digging into my bottom lip because of the power I feel it gives me, I find Colton leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest, a messy head of hair, and his sexy mouth in a playful smirk.
“What’s going on in here?” he asks before I can muster up an explanation.
“Dad!” the other man yelps. “You scared the shit out of me!”
My eyes widen as they sweep between the two. “D-dad?”
Not a chance.
Nope.
No way.
I attempt to swallow the lump in my throat, but it doesn’t budge.
Instead of answering, Colton’s eyes sweep down my legs, and I feel like a pervert knowing it looks like I’m not wearing anything under his shirt. Hell, embarrassment heats my cheeks at having the audacity to wear his clothes at all.
When his eyes make it up to my chest, my breasts betray me by growing heavy, nipples furling even more than they were in the cool room. With shaking hands, I grasp the fabric and pull it away from my skin.
“I thought he was your brother. You have a son?” I look over at the young man, who now that I think about it looks younger than he did at first sight. I feel gross.
The guy stares at me, his eyes now staying on my face instead of drinking me in like he was before Colton appeared. I want to shift on my feet. No, I want to run away,