The Best Thing

by Jaci Burton

  She inhaled the brew, then took a sip. "Mmmm. Decadent."

  While he poured his coffee, she admired his lean physique in his low-slung sweat pants and no shirt. He was barefoot, too.

  "Aren't your feet cold?"

  He looked down at his feet. "Uh, no. I don't get cold. I'm used to working outside in the winter and it's plenty warm in here. Are you cold? I could turn the heat up."

  She raised her knees. "I'm plenty warm." And heating up fast as she ogled him.

  "Good. I made pancakes and eggs--scrambled--plus bacon and sausage and hash browns."

  She arched a brow at the smorgasbord he presented her. "You lied last night. You can cook."

  "I'm no master chef, but I do have to eat to survive, so there are a few things I know how to fix. What would you like?"

  "Pancakes sound great. And bacon. I love bacon."

  He grabbed a piece of bacon and held it in front of her lips. "Bite."

  She took a taste. It was crispy. "Perfect," she said after she'd swallowed.

  He took the next bite, then her. Sharing the meal together was intimate, and she had to admit, fun to eat in bed. Naked. Though she was the only one naked, a fact she was reminded of every time Brody glanced at her breasts. It made breakfast an interesting experience.

  "Lots of syrup or only a little?" he asked after they polished off the bacon and eggs, which he'd also shared with her by feeding her.

  "Lots."

  He poured syrup on the pancakes, then scooped some onto the fork and slid it into her mouth.

  "Oh, that's delicious."

  "Thanks. It's my own recipe."

  "Not a box mix?"

  He looked horrified. "Bite your tongue. Pancakes are sacred."

  She laughed, and when he hovered near her lips for the next bite, syrup dripped over her breasts.

  She looked down. "Oops. Did you bring napkins?"

  "Yeah, but I'll get that." He laid the fork on the plate and bent down to lick the drops of syrup from her breast, then ended by capturing her nipple between his lips and sucking.

  She gasped, then held his head there while he tasted her. When he lifted his head, he said, "You taste much better than the pancakes."

  He grabbed the bottle of syrup and poured another few drops over both breasts, letting some dip between the valley and over her nipples. Breakfast forgotten, Tori leaned back against the pillows and Brody dropped his sweats, his erection a much better appetizer than the bacon.

  He climbed onto the bed and licked along the valley between her breasts, moved to one nipple, then the other, cleaning the trail of syrup he'd mapped. By the time she was clean, she was hot, and more than wet in another strategic area.

  "Brody," she said, capturing his head between her hands. He moved up her body to kiss her, his lips and tongue sweet like the syrup.

  He cupped her butt and shifted her sideways on the bed, laying her flat under him, grabbing a condom from the nightstand. She was throbbing and ready for him when he entered her. He rolled to his side and she lifted a leg over his hip, giving him deeper access as he thrust into her with quick, fierce movements that made her rake her nails down his back.

  She was so close so fast, his syrup foreplay driving her to the brink in a maddening instant. And when she came, he went with her, his loud groan eclipsed by her shattering cries.

  He rolled again, this time pulling her on top of him so he could stroke her back and butt. She loved his hands on her, loved the feel of his body underneath her.

  She was afraid she was never going to get enough of Brody, that there would never be enough time to get him out of her system.

  "I think we're stuck together," he finally said.

  She lifted, and he was right. The syrup had made both their chests sticky. She laughed. "I guess a shower is in order."

  She climbed off and he led her into the shower, where he showed her another trick or two about his lovemaking prowess. And to prove how utterly decadent she could be on a weekend with Brody, after that they climbed back into bed and made love again, then took a nap.

  She decided as he played with her breast and she drifted off into a lazy slumber that she might live in this fantasy forever and never come back to reality.

  Because in this fantasy, Brody belonged to her.

  And she belonged to him.

  Chapter Eight

  Monday was an ugly reality, especially since Brody had to bring her to work.

  Time had escaped her and she'd lost all track of it in Brody's arms and in his bed. He'd driven her to her apartment on Saturday so she could grab some fresh clothes. They'd hung out at his house all weekend watching movies, cooking, eating, playing video games, and mostly having the most amazing sex of her life. It was like the dam had burst and she'd let go of everything she'd held back all these years.

  She'd never had more fun.

  Until his alarm had gone off at five-thirty Monday morning.

  What had she been thinking? Her car was still parked at Kent Construction's office. What if Wyatt or Ethan got there first? She should have had Brody take her back to her car Sunday night. Then she could have gone home and no one would ever know except the two of them.

  Even worse, they'd spent the entire weekend so lost in each other, they hadn't once had a serious conversation about what this had meant, or what it would mean come Monday, when reality set in and they went back to working together.

  Obviously, it meant nothing. It was a fantasy weekend, and now everything would go back to the way it had been before. But she'd been in such a sex-induced haze of pleasure and giddiness she'd forgotten to set ground rules, the first and most important being, Don't Tell Anyone In Deer Lake That We Slept Together.

  Now she was in his truck and she was exhausted--though happily exhausted--and Brody wasn't saying anything and neither was she. Though he didn't seem tense or nervous as he casually drank his to-go cup of coffee. Apparently she was the only one about to implode.

  "You sure you don't want me to drop you by your apartment for more clothes?" he asked as they drove down Central toward the office.

  "No. I'm fine. I grabbed extra when you brought me by my place over the weekend."

  He laid his coffee in the cup holder and took her hand. "I had a good time this weekend."

  She tried not to look out the window, half expecting to see someone peering in at them. "I did, too."

  "You want to stop somewhere for breakfast?"

  Was he out of his mind? Someone might see them together and...assume things. "Oh, no. I'm good."

  "How about I drive through Marjorie's for donuts, then? We can buy a bunch for the staff meeting."

  He was acting so...normal. "Sure. That sounds great."

  Maybe she could hop out and hide in the bed of the truck so no one noticed her.

  He pulled into Marjorie's, her favorite coffee and donut store. They waited in line, since Monday mornings were Marjorie's busiest time.

  It was early and the sun wasn't out yet, but she dragged on her sunglasses.

  "Are you okay?" he asked.

  She pulled her gaze away from other cars and looked at him. "I'm fine. Why?"

  "You seem tense." Then he grinned at her. "I thought we worked all that tension out of you this weekend."

  She smiled back at him. "I'm not tense. I'm just trying to get back into work mode."

  "Okay."

  It was their turn at the window. Marjorie was the worst gossip ever. This was going to be an epic disaster.

  "Morning, Brody," Marjorie said, her raven-and-gray hair pulled back into a bun as usual. "Hey, Tori."

  So much for the sunglasses as a disguise.

  "Mornin', Marjorie," Brody said. "We'll take a dozen mixed." He turned to Tori. "You want a coffee?"

  She'd need it to get through this day. "Yes. An extra large, please, Marjorie."

  She waited for the winks, knowing looks, or the questions. Instead, Marjorie said, "Coming right up."

  Nothing. She'd gotten nothi
ng at all. No sly looks, no questions, just the box of donuts and her coffee and then they were on their way.

  Huh.

  Which didn't mean Marjorie wouldn't be calling or texting everyone she knew about the fact she and Brody had been seen together in Brody's truck at six-thirty in the morning.

  They pulled up to the office and she breathed a sigh of relief. Neither Ethan nor Wyatt had arrived yet. She nearly bolted out of the truck, her keys in one hand, coffee in the other, to open the front door.

  "I'd have come around to open your side," Brody said as he met her at the door.

  "Sorry. I, uh, need to pee."

  "Oh. Okay. Go right ahead."

  She didn't have to go, but she fled to the privacy of the ladies' room for a few minutes to catch her breath. Okay, so far so good. She checked her face in the mirror. It was flushed.

  Calm down, Tori. You might just make it through this day.

  She booted up her laptop and set the donuts on the conference room table, then started a pot of coffee while Brody gathered up paperwork. They worked efficiently side by side as Brody asked her to pull some files and blueprints they'd talk about at the morning staff meeting.

  Everything was back to normal, which made her ache with loss. She wanted to slide her arms around him and hold him close, feel his heart beating against her as it had the past few nights. She wanted to kiss him, to feel his lips touch hers. She wanted his hands on her again.

  But that was over. He'd had his fill of her and they were done now, just as she'd suspected.

  And when Wyatt came in, followed shortly thereafter by Ethan, it was like the final nail had been driven in the coffin.

  "Morning," she said, lifting her chin and pasting on her brightest smile. She wouldn't give in to her emotions. She'd known what she was doing the other night, knew what it was going to cost her. If she was heartbroken, she had no one to blame but herself. She knew what kind of guy Brody was. He was a serial woman chaser, and once he caught a woman and had her, he was done and on to the next one.

  She couldn't blame him for what he was.

  Once the guys had all had some coffee and shared some mundane chit chat, they all gathered in the conference room for the staff meeting. Tori made notes and discussed financials for an upcoming project that Brody would be heading, which was gutting and rebuilding one of the town's major supermarkets.

  "It should be set to gear up after the holidays," Brody said.

  "I'm damn glad we won that bid," Ethan said. "If the Johnson brothers had taken that one out from under us, I might have had to resort to violence."

  "I'd have been right behind you on that one," Wyatt said. "But it's ours and it's a big project. We're going to need to add to our labor force."

  Brody nodded. "Already on it." He motioned to Tori, who passed out a sheet she'd prepared.

  "We estimate we're going to need to add about fifteen to this project. I'm already in contact with some of our labor force people about the people we'll need, and have contacted the local union for the steel portion of the project. They've got a meeting set up with Brody next week."

  "Good," Wyatt said then turned to Brody. "How about the Hansen Sporting Goods job over in Mission City?"

  "It'll be finished before this one starts up."

  "Great. Any other business?"

  "The Christmas party," Tori said. "It's time to start planning for that again."

  Wyatt groaned. "I assume you'll be handling it. Do we even need to participate in discussions?"

  "Actually, I was thinking since you and Brody have such big houses, and Ethan is building a big place, all three of you have plenty of room to start hosting these events at your homes. I thought this year we'd start at Brody's, then next year at Wyatt's, giving Ethan and Riley time to first finish their place and second, with their baby on the way, they won't need to have a turn for a couple years."

  Ethan cocked a brow. "Why at our houses?"

  "First, it's more economical. Second, it's more intimate and it'll bring you closer to your customers. Third, having it at your homes gives us more flexibility on dates to have the party since we're not at the mercy of a hotel or restaurant and their busy holiday schedules."

  Ethan looked over at Wyatt and Brody and shrugged. "I don't have a problem with it. I doubt Riley will, either. What do you guys think?"

  "I guess it's all right with me," Brody said. "Wyatt?"

  "I'll have to discuss it with Calliope, but that woman loves a good party, so I can't imagine she'll say no. And she'll help you with the planning, especially when it's at our house. Hell, she'll help you this year at Brody's."

  Wyatt looked over at Brody. "You're the single guy. You sure you're fine with this?"

  Brody's gaze leveled on Tori and he quirked a smile. "Yeah, I'm fine with it."

  She tried to tamp down the emotions battering at her. She dragged her gaze away from Brody and instead focused on his brothers. "Great. I'll start planning. I'll email all of you with potential dates for the party. Get back to me as soon as you can."

  They went on to a few more last-minute topics, then wrapped up the meeting so the guys could get out to their jobsites for the day. Ethan and Wyatt were on the phones while simultaneously packing up their gear.

  Brody stopped at her desk. "You sure about this Christmas party thing at the house? That there'll be enough space?"

  She tilted her head to look up at him. "Definitely. I wouldn't have suggested it otherwise. But I think, depending on the weather, we rent a fire pit and heaters for the back deck. If it's warm enough, people might want to spill outside."

  "You order whatever you think we'll need. I trust your judgment on this."

  "And you'll need a Christmas tree for that front window."

  He cocked a brow. "This was all a ploy to get me to put a tree up."

  She laughed. "Hardly. But it's a perfect spot for one. And you can't have Christmas at your house without a tree, Brody."

  "Fine. But you'll have to come over and help me decorate it. I don't even have ornaments."

  He was inviting her over again? She didn't know what to make of that. Was it in a professional capacity, or something more personal? "Okay. Sure. I'll be happy to help you set up the place. Trust me, I'm not going to leave it for you to handle."

  He bent over and whispered in her ear, "I'm not talking about just the Christmas party, Tori."

  She leaned back, her gaze shooting across the room to a gaping Wyatt and Ethan. "Brody. Your brothers are watching."

  "Let them watch." He brushed his lips across hers, a long slow kiss that melted her to the chair. She clutched his shirt and soon forgot where they were. She might have even forgotten her own name.

  "Get a room," Wyatt said.

  "Jesus, is it hot in here or what? I need to go outside, where it's cold," Ethan said.

  Brody pulled his lips from hers, his smile and sparkling eyes as devilish as always. "Screw you guys," he said without looking at them. "I'll call you later," he said to her.

  "Okay." She released the death grip she had on his shirt and watched him as he grabbed his coat and his bag and walked out the door, his brothers following behind. They both gave her a knowing grin as they left her.

  She finally exhaled.

  Well. That was unexpected. And she supposed she should stop worrying about all the things she'd worried about this morning. Like whether anyone in town would find out. From their trip to the donut shop to Brody kissing her in front of her brothers, that cat was most definitely out of the bag.

  As far as the weekend spent with Brody being a one-time-only thing? From the kiss he just gave her, she'd guess probably not.

  Brody had changed everything.

  She just didn't know what to make of it all.

  *

  "What the hell was that about?" Ethan asked as they walked out to their trucks.

  Brody clicked the remote on his key ring. "What was what about?"

  "You might look dumb, but we know you're not," Wy
att said. "That kiss with Tori in there."

  "Now who's dumb?" Brody threw his briefcase in the passenger seat and turned to look at his brothers.

  "So what's going on?" Ethan asked.

  "None of your business."

  "If it's Tori, it's definitely our business." Wyatt laid his briefcase down and folded his arms. "So, spill."

  "Whatever's going on with Tori and me doesn't concern the two of you, so butt out." He climbed into his truck, but before he could shut the door, Wyatt grabbed it.

  "She's family, Brody. Don't screw this up."

  "And don't hurt her," Ethan said.

  Brody rolled his eyes. "Don't you two have jobsites to get to?"

  "I'm serious," Ethan said. "She means something to us."

  "She means something to me, too, so leave it alone, okay?"

  He finally pulled the door shut and his brothers walked away. As he drove off, he shook his head.

  First they wanted him to make peace between him and Tori. Now that he had, it was like they wanted him to back the hell off.

  Christ. He raked his fingers through his hair as he made the turn onto the highway.

  First he pissed her off and he was the bad guy. Now he brought her in close and he was still the bad guy.

  It was a no-win scenario, and no matter what he did he was going to be skewered.

  He and Tori had had a great weekend, even better than he could have imagined. He wanted more time with her, because a few days of her sweet smile, her genuine laughter, her smartass wit and her gorgeous body just wasn't enough.

  He had no idea where it was going to lead, and he didn't waste time imagining the future. He preferred to live in the present and let things roll out how they were going to roll out. There was no sense in trying to predict how a relationship was going to go.

  Hell, he never even had relationships, so this was uncharted territory for him. Hopefully he and Tori could just take it a day at a time, without anyone butting their nose in and offering unwanted opinions.

  He eased into the fast lane and hit the gas, switching his mind over to business, where it belonged.

  Though a certain redhead kept popping into his head, making him smile as he worked throughout the day.

  That was a first, because once he settled on business, that's usually where his mind stayed. But stray thoughts of Tori kept filtering through. Her laugh, the way she looked naked, her competitive nature when they'd played video games, or the soft way she snored when she'd fallen asleep while watching movies.