Free With Strings Attached by Kelly Jamieson Page A

shifted behind him and laid her cheek on his back and hugged his waist tighter. Damn, it felt good, her breasts pressed to his back, her hands on his abs. He got a little hard from it. And it felt good, too, that she didn’t mind Dylan seeing them like that.
    “Cooking up a storm,” she said lightly, and then she released him and moved away.
    “Hey, I need a hug too,” Dylan complained. “I’m the one with the busted foot.”
    Corey laughed, but she moved across the kitchen and hugged him too, and Matt glanced sideways at them, watching Dylan lean a crutch against the counter so he could wrap one arm around Corey’s slender body and pull her close. Seeing her being held by another guy like that was…hot. His dick swelled a little more behind the fly of his cargo shorts. Annoying too. But hot.
    “You guys are the best,” she said, and Matt remembered her own family shocker earlier that day and knew Dylan had been trying to distract her by flirting and joking around. Maybe that was what she needed.
    “Hey, if you guys are going to hang out in here, you can help.” He got Corey scrubbing the little potatoes he’d bought at the market and Dylan cutting up the vegetables he’d already washed.
    Dylan held up a baby yellow zucchini, not much bigger than his thumb. “Hey, you know what this reminds me of?”
    The wicked gleam in his eye told Matt exactly where the asshole was going with that, but Corey turned and said, “What?”
    “Matt’s dick.”
    “Oh har,” Matt said. “Very funny.”
    Corey snorted though. “As if.” She moved over to the counter where Dylan sat on a stool, and picked up a large green zucchini. Really large. “I’d say more like this.”
    Matt grinned and nodded. Dylan laughed. “Oh yeah, I almost forgot you two are friends with benefits . Of course you’d know all about that.”
    “You must have been thinking of your own junk,” Matt said, nodding at the tiny squash.
    Corey laughed again and so did Dylan. “Bullshit.”
    “I can’t believe we’re talking about the size of your man parts,” she said, reaching for a towel to dry her hands, the potatoes all scrubbed and in a pot. “Men. You guys are all so insecure about your size.”
    “I’m not insecure,” Dylan protested.
    “Sure,” she said with patent patronization. “Uh-huh. The more you protest…”
    “Hey. You want me to whip it out right here?”
    “I dare you.”
    Matt held up a hand. “Stop! Not in the kitchen, for God’s sake.”
    But damn, sexual tension shimmered in the air. He was suddenly achingly aware of the size of his dick, which had grown again, and from the sparks flying, he sensed Dylan was probably equally aware of his own. And Corey standing there in her little plaid shorts with long bare legs tanned a smooth golden brown, her snug T-shirt with the glittery pink rose on the front hugging her firm breasts, hard little nipples sticking out, didn’t help. At all. He met Corey’s eyes and saw the heat there too. He wanted to jump her bones, right there, right then, and if Dylan hadn’t been there, he knew he and Corey would be running to the bedroom.
    He took a quick shallow breath and let it out, glanced at Dylan, who was staring at Corey with hungry eyes. Fuck.
    They both wanted her.

Chapter Five
    Corey felt that deep tugging ache of sexual arousal low inside her. With all the flirting and teasing and dirty talk, it was no wonder. But the fact that it was two hot guys doing the flirting made it even hotter. Sure, she and Matt had discovered a surprising sexual chemistry, but oh wow, Dylan was hot too, so sexy and charming and wicked. She eyed him sitting there, all big muscles and darkly tanned skin, the heat in his light gray eyes unmistakable. Her nipples tingled and tightened even more.
    She could have him. She knew he wanted her. Maybe not right this minute. But while he was there, sometime, they were going to get together. She knew it. She wanted it too.
    But then she looked at Matt, at