Page 113 of Hard to Hold
After unlocking the door, I stepped back out of the way and allowed Amy and Wolfe to go inside. Wolfe offered a mischievous smirk, which had me wondering what the guy was up to.
“Rhys, this is so nice,” Amy said, her voice echoing in the relatively empty house. “Very masculine.”
Wolfe grunted. “How come he gets masculine and you called mine beautiful?”
I grinned.
Amy shrugged. “Your house is beautiful.”
Wolfe rolled his eyes, but he smiled while he did it.
“How was work, honey?” Wolfe teased, turning toward the living room.
I ignored his sarcasm, making my way to the kitchen. I couldn’t remember the last time I'd had anyone in my house. Well, other than Reagan. My sister stopped by from time to time, but I figured that was mostly so she could get a break from that deadbeat dumb ass she’d been dating.
“What did y’all do today?” I asked as I rummaged through my refrigerator. “Want somethin’ to drink? Beer? Water?”
“I’ll take water,” Amy said sweetly.
“Beer’s good.”
I retrieved two beers and a bottle of water, then joined them in the living room.
“We had sex on my desk,” Amy offered when I handed over the water.
Completely floored by her statement, I stared at her, unable to release the bottle of water. I noticed she was smirking up at me, her cheeks rosy from her blush.
Sweet little Amy had just stolen my breath with that out-of-character comment, and she seemed to realize it, too.
“How’s that?” I asked, clearing my throat.
“Sex. On my desk.” The corners of her mouth turned upward.
My cock was already growing at the thought of the pair of them on Amy’s desk.
I managed to release the water bottle, then passed a beer to Wolfe before dropping into the oversized chair across from the sofa.
“I’m thinkin’ he might not understand fully,” Wolfe stated, his voice rough.
“No, I get it,” I clarified, glancing over at him. “I just wish I’d been there to watch.”
Wolfe’s grin widened. “Baby, you should give him a demonstration.”
Amy glanced between us and I noticed the color on her cheeks deepened. Yep, the woman might have a dirty streak, but underneath it all, she was still sweet and innocent.
“Do to him what I did to you,” Wolfe instructed, leaning over to take Amy’s water bottle.
She passed it over without hesitation, then got to her feet.
I was riveted by the sight of her approaching, that form-fitting T-shirt doing little to hide the fact that her nipples were hard.
“You’ll have to stand up first,” Amy said, a slight tremble in her voice.
It was obvious she was trying to be bold, daring.
I liked that she was, but I also liked her hesitation. She was so damn sweet.
I set my beer on the side table and got to my feet.
