Two Men and a Baby - Isla Olsen Page 0,30

get it done?

Josh Donovan: You know I will *wink emoji*

On Friday night Josh comes by to help me paint Chase’s room. When I open my apartment door, I see him eye me up and down, swallowing hard, but then he tries to hide it with an eyebrow raise and a smirk. “I didn’t realize the dress code was ‘threadbare’.”

I run a hand over my t-shirt, which is indeed about a million years old and worn very thin. “We’re going to be painting—I didn’t want to wreck any of my good clothes.”

Josh obviously had the same idea, because he’s also wearing old shit, but in his case it’s a hoodie that’s frayed around the sleeves and has a bleach stain near the shoulder, and a pair of old sweats. He looks sexy as hell and I can already tell it’s going to be an effort to concentrate tonight.

We’re about an hour into our task when I hear a clattering behind me and Josh swearing under his breath.

I spin around, seeing he’s stepped in a paint tray and sent it and the roller flying. Fortunately it was a tray that didn’t have any wet paint in it yet. “You okay?”

“Fucking hell, do you have to be wearing that t-shirt?” he says, flashing me an annoyed look.

I smirk at him. “I can take it off?” Before he can utter a protest, I reach behind me and gather up the neck of my t-shirt, tugging it off over my head.

“That really wasn’t what I meant.” He sounds kind of dazed as he eyes my naked torso, my skin prickling under the heat of his stare. “Jesus, is there any part of you that’s not tattooed or pierced?”

“I’d be happy for you to find out,” I tease.

I can see he’s hesitant, but I can also see he’s ridiculously turned on. Stepping forward, I reach up to cup his face, running my thumb over the slight dark stubble on his jaw. “Josh, tell me you don’t want me to kiss you right now,” I say, looking deep into his beautiful hazel eyes.

His pupils are blown wide with desire and his breathing is unsteady, but he doesn’t say anything. There’s no protest. So I take it as my permission to go ahead. Swooping down, I crash my lips against his in the way I’ve been dying to do since that very first night we kissed back in December.

13

Josh

I may have been completely hammered the first time Connor and I kissed, but I still remember every single detail as if they were tattooed on my brain. The moment our lips touched that night in the hotel bar it was like an electrical surge sobering me up and pulling me out of a drunken fog—well, mostly…

This time it’s the opposite. The firm pressure of his lips against mine and the greedy way he just devours my mouth is completely dizzying. Heady. It’s all I can do to cling tight to Connor and keep myself standing. But I know he won’t let me fall. His arms are wrapped tight around me and I don’t think I’ve ever felt so safe.

“Jesus…I’ve been wanting to do that again for months,” he murmurs as we finally break apart.

“Me too,” I confess. “I just…”

“I know.” He presses a gentle kiss to the side of my mouth before continuing, “I know why you’re hesitant about this, and I get it. But I don’t want you to think about that right now. Right now, I just want you to think about the two of us. What do you want?” He kisses me again. “You can have anything you want. Just name it.”

I slide my hands up his back and link them around his neck, circling my thumbs over his nape. I tilt my head up to claim his lips again; slow this time, soft and languid rather than the fierce torrent of the previous kiss. No less intense, though. I’m beginning to think that’s just how Connor kisses—he doesn’t hold anything back.

I can feel his hard cock pressing against my abdomen and it fills me with burning anticipation. “I want to suck your cock,” I murmur against his lips. “And I want you to suck mine. And I want to feel you inside me.” I let out a soft, breathy chuckle. “I pretty much want everything.”

“Everything it is,” he says in a sexy growl.

He pulls away from me and takes me by the hand, leading me out of the nursery and across the living room to