Four Fun – Four Series Read Online Stephanie Brother

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Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72921 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
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He’s shirtless, with sweatpants slung low on his tight hips, his muscles glistening with sweat, like he’s just been working out. He looks a lot like he did the other night at my apartment, right after he got done fucking me, and my pussy clenches at the memory.

He’s smirking as he watches me checking him out. “Couldn’t stay away, could you?” He slides his hand down over his abs toward his waistband, knowing my eye will follow the movement. There’s at least a six-pack there, maybe more, tight and well-defined. His skin is pale just above his pants, and I swallow a lump in my throat at the memory of what’s concealed just below the gray fabric.

He chuckles as he turns and crosses the kitchen to get water. I hurry out of the room, go upstairs, and try not to think about Shane’s body while I take the most necessary and satisfying shower of my life.

15

Been there and done that

After another solid night of sleep, I’m up early and in the kitchen before any of the guys. I’m sitting at the counter looking for rental listings when Devin and Shane come in.

“Coffee’s ready,” I tell them.

“I could smell it. Thanks for making it,” Devin says, going for a mug.

Shane is unusually quiet as he pulls protein bars from a box in the cupboard. Maybe he’s not a morning person. A few minutes later, Khalil and Marcos come in. All four men are dressed for work and looking positively yummy in their worn work pants and jeans, t-shirts, and flannels. They could be headed to a hot construction guy calendar photoshoot just as easily as to Rusty’s expansion site.

We’ve all exchanged morning greetings, and the men are getting their breakfasts and packing lunches when Khalil notices me frowning as I scroll through my phone. “What’s the matter?” he asks, sliding in between me and the stool next to mine, giving me a good dose of the scent of his fresh, clean skin.

“Oh, it’s —” I let out a sigh before continuing. “I’ve been looking at apartment listings for the past half hour, and I spent time looking last night, and the few places that are available are way, way out of our price range.”

“You and your roommate?”

I nod. “I guess it’s because tourist season is starting. It looks like some places convert their available units to weekly rentals, and those are much more expensive.”

“I’m sure you’ll find something,” Khalil says, “but there’s no rush. In fact, that reminds me …” He slides his hand into a pocket on his jeans and pulls out a key. “This is for you, so you can come and go whenever you need to.”

I give him a small smile. “Thanks. I’ll widen my search, and I’m sure I’ll find something soon. I’ll pay you rent, too, after my next payday.”

Devin is leaning against the island counter, listening. “Becca, you don’t need to do that,” he says, as Khalil also protests. Across the kitchen, Shane is frowning as he glances over, but he doesn’t say anything. Marcos is silent, as usual.

In less than five minutes, the men are gone, and I’m left alone with my apartment search. The more I look, the more frustrated I get. I really don’t want to have a thirty-minute commute to Rusty’s, especially with the late hours I work, but I can’t find anything closer that’s affordable.

I eat one of the guys’ protein bars, feeling guilty about mooching more of their food, and decide to put my apartment search on hold until I talk to Jade. Maybe she has other ideas. I’ll also ask around at work and see if anyone knows of any places that might not be listed on the sites I’m searching.

After I eat, I unload the dishwasher. It’s slow going, since I have to look into all of the cupboards to figure out where things go, but it’s also fascinating exploring this huge kitchen with all of its fancy amenities.

When I’ve straightened the kitchen, I wander into the living room, wondering if there’s anything else I can do to help out while I’m staying here. The house is by no means dirty, but I figure every home can use regular vacuuming and dusting.

I find dust cloths in the laundry room and start on the first floor, making my way through the dining room, living room, and a den that could better be described as a game room, with a pool table, pinball machine, comfortable furniture, and even a bar. There really isn’t much dust to speak of. The men are either meticulous housekeepers, or they hire a cleaning service that’s been here very recently. As I go along, I find myself dusting less and just straightening or picking up the few stray things I find that seem to be out of place.


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