“What the fuck?” Brandon exclaimed slowly.
“I’m gonna hit him again,” Zach spat.
I ignored them and focused on the sweet girl that made me so fucking hard with one kiss. “What do you say, beautiful?”
Her lashes fluttered in the cutest way they always did. “I…I think it’s not a bad idea. I’d love to get to know the three of you better.”
That rendered the other assholes mute.
“Fantastic. Valentine’s Day is tomorrow, but we can start today,” I said.
She shrugged with a small smile. “But we’re snowed in.”
“This place is huge. We got food, music, a hot tub, and booze, even though you don’t drink.” I looked the twins in the eyes. “Did either of you know Keera doesn’t drink?” I bragged about my knowledge. “She’s also ambidextrous.”
Shut up, idiot. You’re giving them tips.
Keera grinned. “I think this can work. Actually, I think it’s going to be amazing.”
Chapter Twelve
Keera
I wished for one Valentine’s date. Today I had three.
I sat in the guest room in my black dress and tangled, flat hair, with no makeup, but I didn’t care. None of my scorching hot dates seemed to care this morning either.
After a long call with Melissa using Brandon’s satellite phone, which was mainly giggles and gasps, I did the best messy bun I could fashion and headed for the door. A knock stopped me in my tracks.
I evened my breath and opened the door. It was Zach with a white shirt on. His hair a little wet, as if he’d just showered. His smell of shampoo and cologne confirmed it. His hands behind his back.
“You look nice.” I smiled.
He nodded once. “I have something for you. You don’t need it to look nice, but I know you’ll appreciate it.” He brought his hands to his front, and he was holding a dress. A red one.
My jaws parted with a gasp. “How did you…”
“It was Adrian’s, my late girlfriend. I think it will fit you well.”
My jaw dropped lower. “Zach…I can’t…”
“I want you to have it. I don’t want anyone else to have it.” He printed a soft kiss on my cheek and hung the dress on the doorknob. Then he went back to his room.
The softness of the fabric and the lace on the bodice were so beautiful and sexy. I convinced myself it was a shame to let a perfect red dress like this one go to waste.
I changed into it, and as it fell around me, it felt like the perfect hug. It wasn’t quite as revealing as I thought it might have been, and the little skin that could be seen through the lace did make me feel sexy. It came with a fitted bra—thank God. Mine would have shown through the lace.
Twirling before the mirror, I was instantly happy, ready to dance.
When I was out of the room, my mouth watered at the aroma of meat and rich spices. I headed straight to the kitchen. Brandon was there, by himself, stirring something. A simple sweater and jeans covered him, and I was dying to see what lay underneath. But first, I wanted to taste those lips. He was the only one I hadn’t kissed yet.
A pale smile stretched his mouth when he saw me. It was one of the rare times I’d seen him smile.
His eyes sparkled for a second, but then with the bashful way he’d always looked at me, he swallowed. “You look so beautiful.”
“Thank you.” I gathered my courage, if I had any, and approached him. Then I let my palm feel his arm. Oh my… That hardness. The heat from his body exceeded the one coming from the stove. “You have a pretty smile.”
He stopped stirring and took me in with his gaze. “You know I’m the only one who hasn’t kissed you yet.”
