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Kenzie had never had such mindblowing sex in her life that she actually risked losing her mind. This time, however, she seemed to be potentially bordering on just that. She not only lost track of time, but she lost track of the fact her room mate and buddy would have likely come home from her work function at some point during the previous night. It was her place afterall, she wasn't just going to not come home. It wasn't so much that she forgot she was in Jules' place or that she had a room mate, it had just been impossible to rationally think about anything but Braden since he had come home with her the evening before. As it was, she and Jules schedule hadn't managed to match since she moved in, and the friends hadn't even seen much of each other over the last few days beyond a few rushed enquiries of their wellbeing as one of them or the other was running out the door for work.
It was now just after lunchtime when Kenzie clawed her way back to consciousness again. She was disoriented and groggy at first, and it took a couple of moments for her to realise she still had a warm, muscular body wrapped around her. At some point during their morning sleep-in after the hand action in the early hours, Kenzie had rolled onto her back and Braden onto his stomach. His head was resting on her shoulder, and he had an arm and leg draped over her. Fuck her Argos bedding, this was a much better fucking option. She really, really didn't want to let herself think that she could get used to this, but she had fallen so hard she probably had whiplash from the g-force. Braden was still fast asleep and she really didn't want to disturb him, but she realised she was absolutely bursting for the loo and had no choice but to move. She laid there for a few more minutes, trying to will the urge to use the toilet away, but it just increased. She could smell his cologne amongst her sheets and if they hadn't gone ten rounds in them, she would have been tempted to never wash them again.
With a tiny huff of annoyance, Kenzie started to carefully work to untangle Braden from around her without waking him. When he mumbled something unintelligble in his sleep, she froze, watching his face in case he was about to wake up. But when she slipped out of his embrace and let him melt into the warm spot she left, he just continued to sleep on, sprawled naked on his belly. She untangled the covers from around his legs and pulled them up over him, tucking him in. The temption to kiss him was too strong to fight, and she leaned over, stroking her fingers through his blond hair and kissed his forehead, nose and cheek. She didn't care if he wanted to sleep all day, she would make sure he was up in time to have something decent to eat and be ready for their shift. Plucking up her bathrobe from where it was hanging on the back of the door, Kenzie dragged it on and managed to make a bolt for the bathroom without wetting herself. It was a close call, seriously. Was it standard to hit thirty and bladder control to fly out the window?
After brushing her teeth and washing her face, Kenzie exited out into the main part of the apartment as she rubbed at her eyes and it caused her bang straight into another body when she wasn't looking. She squeaked in surprise and found Jules just managing to save her cup of tea from splashing over the edge of the mug onto the floor. "Shit, sorry!" Kenzie gasped, cupping her hands around Jules as if her assistance would double save the hot beverage. It was pointless, though, because she ended up just abruptly sneezing and it inelegantly aimed right into Julie's mug. After regaining her composure with a few wet sniffles, Kenzie sheepishly took the mug off her old friend. "I'll make you a fresh one... in a totally different mug... sans snot," she told her hastily with a laugh.
Jules had no idea what was more of a shock - that Kenzie had bumped into her, or that Kenzie had sneezed into her tea, and her hands were suddenly empty. "Erm," she started, and then stopped. She was too fucked from her early morning to even know what to say. And God knew who figured it was a good idea to go out that night just because she wasn't working the next day. She was wrecked, then add to that the fact that there had been a drunken text message from Gus that said he loved her, and she was shattered. "Okay," she finally finished lamely, pouting just a little from the fact she didn't have a cup of tea anymore.
Jules blinked, and cocked her head as she looked at Kenzie again. "You alright, love? Dinnae go and get sick on me just when you've moved in. I know we've nay seen each other, but you cannae just go aroond getting your germs all over me. Hey, there's something different aboot you, like. Like you've been... Did you have sex?"
Kenzie had moved into the kitchen, the mug cupped in her hands but as soon as she reached the sink, she was glad she got to her destination when Jules' question have come. It wasn't abrupt or out of the blue, not really, but it caused Kenzie to squeak a little and drop the cup into the sink, the hot tea splattering all over the tap and dish rack. She spun around, biting down on her lip guiltily, almost as if Jules had just literally caught her in the act. Her blue eyes blinked widely and she held her hand up, readying herself to oddly start defending her actions... until she realised she probably didn't need to. It was just, there was a tiny voice at the back of her head telling her that Julie was practically like a sister to Braden and she couldn't help but wonder if her friend my go all protective guard dog on her arse. "I... uh..." She reached over and sheepishly flicked on the kettle, althought she kept a hold of Julie's gaze. "Aye?"
"But I thought that last night was..." Jules broke off and frowned. Last night had been Kenzie's drinks date with Braden, even if she had refused to call it a 'date' in front of Jules. Had Kenzie actually pulled straight after just to fuck Brades out of her system? After a beat Jules' jaw dropped as she thought of the alternative. "Nay! Nay, you didnae! Did you? Holy fecking kilted stud muffin, Kenzie... You fecked Braden! Is he still here? Is he alive? Are you okay? Was it good?"
Kenzie felt like she was weak at the knees just from the memories and she shuffled forward to lean over on the counter with a rough, heavy sigh, streaking her fingers through her hair and then looking up at Jules helplessly. Her voice was hushed when she spoke again, nodding. "Aye... aye... he's still here. He's oot like a light. He was poorly down in Surrey he said. Wee fucker didnae tell me, either, but I couldnae give him a wee smack for nay telling me because I was too busy thinking aboot his cock in my mouth. He's just... he's..." She waved her fingers with a small whimper. "Do you know how many orgasms I've had in the last, oh, fifteen hours? It's in the fecking double figures."
Jules' eyebrows went up before she started to laugh. Her hands came up to slap over her mouth when she realised she was maybe being a little loud, and she bit her lip to try and stop herself before standing next to her friend, and dropping her voice to a similar hush. "Double figures? Must be that Evans blood. Gusto didnae do so badly himself, even when pished. So did you get his cock in your mouth, too? Tell me how it happened. I cannae believe it! I mean, I can, but I just didnae... You had sex with Bradie Bunch! And he even stayed... So what now? Is he feeling better?"
"I'm still trying to decide if it should be weird that I've just fucked your One True Love's wee brother!" Kenzie admitted with a small moan as she scrubbed her hands over her face. "Aye, okay... okay... um... aye, there was blow job territory. How could there nay be? I've been fantasising about it for days, and even then, there was nay way I could've anticipated just how amazing his cock was. It took all my effort nay to just kneel there and stare at it in awe. I just sort of dumped it on him in the pub, told him I was horny and asked him to fuck me. I didnae expect him to say aye, but he was surprisingly agreeable. Then he came back here with me, and then... then he kissed me. I didnae even have to ask for that! I nearly pee myself and tripped over in the gutter. But I was really cool, I was so proud of myself for that. The sex was out of this world, three times and that laddie is mighty skilled in the giving multiple orgasms thing. Just saying. Then I woke up and he was going to leave so things werenae weird, only I asked him to stay because we've both got a night tonight, and he looked wrecked. He agreed again, and then there was maybe some more awesome hand action before he passed oot cold and he's been sleeping ever since. I think he's feeling better, but like I said, he's really wrecked. And it's nay fair, because now I'm wondering if I should even have done it with him in the first place! I should've listened to you when you said they were addictive!"
Jules smiled before she slipped her arm around Kenzie's shoulder, and kissed the top of her head. "It's nay problem! I think maybe Bradie's your One True Love, and my One True Love is..." This time it was Jules who looked a little sheepish. "Maybe drunken love, but that doesnae matter. We're talking about you and Brades. I cannae believe it, amazingly awesome sex with him, and you havenae exploded. At least not in the bad way. Of course you should've done it! You cannae go back on that, nay when he agreed. And he kissed you first, that's a good thing. They're definitely addictive, but that doesnae mean it's a bad thing. He wouldnae have given you all the awesome if he didnae want to."
Kenzie looked at her friend curiously. "What doesnae matter? What's happened? You... he... I thought Gus was in Surrey? Actually, I know he is because Braden specifically said he flew back with the other one... Callum, and Angus stayed." She wet her lips and shook her head a little, her ruffled red hair slipping over her robed shoulders. "He was all with the giving of the awesome sex because he knew I needed it, and he's just so fecking amazing with it. Laddie like that... how are his balls malfunctioning when they make with the awesome over and over like that? But anyway, that isnae the point. Point is, I-I think I've fallen for him and last night just made it worse. Sex is one thing, but what if he doesnae want anymore? My heart might shrivel up and die. At least, that's how it kinda feels it might be. I didnae want him to leave. He just fit me. It's been a long time since a laddie fit me."
"You dinnae have to leave him. Nay if you don't want. He's had a taste of you too, you know. How can you be so sure he willnae maybe want more now? I know you cannae work it out right now maybe, but maybe there's room to talk aboot more. To talk aboot going slow. And nay think aboot me and Gus, I mean it. I think he's still in Surrey, but I cannae be sure. Text messages dinnae give locations. It's nay bother, just forget it. There's really only one way you're gonna find out if he wants more."
Kenzie shook her head. "I'm nay making with the leaving, he was. I coaxed him to stay, but maybe he was just too tired to go home. In saying that, he spooned me, and he was kissing my back... He fell asleep hugging me and when I woke up, we had shifted positions, but he was still hugging me. Maybe he's just a natural cuddler? I dinnae know if he... well he... he seemed okay to help me oot, but what if he still wants to be just be work mates? And I have to somehow bring up that I know aboot the sperm thing. He didnae mention it, we just automatically used condoms. He had his own. I guess somewhere in my mind I didnae expect him to use them. What text message?"
Jules gave her friend a squeeze. "Hey, hey... He wouldnae have stayed like that if he really didnae want to. Blokes dinnae spoon when they arenae feeling it. There's nay faking a spoon, nay faking the kisses. If he was still hugging you after you both shifted, there's definitely something in that. Cannae fake subconscious actions. He helped you oot, but now there's a chance you both got over the, erm, hump. There's a taste of what's possible. You just need to know that bringing up the sperm thing might be a wee bit of a turning point. He hasnae ever had it end well. Well, it was kinda garbled, and it mentioned my hot boobs, but I think it also said that he loved me. Always had, and forever, or something."
Kenzie raked her hair back and held it there as she listened to Julie's words of advice. "I'm scared to bring it up with him in case it frightens him off," she admitted quietly. "It only crossed my mind maybe once or twice in passing last night, but other than that, it just wasnae an issue. Of course, I wasnae looking for him to knock me up. I was looking for an orgasm and he have me ten odd. He's just... amazing, beautiful. He's so sweet and soft, attentive. Looks right in your eyes when you talk, like. He talked dirty to me. Hand between my legs, and he was murmuring this dirty talk in my ear. I thought I was going to die right on the spot." Her eyebrows shot up. "What... like... you think he was drunk when he sent it? Did you send one back? How do you feel about that?"
"Why don't you wait to see if he brings it up? Maybe he will. Maybe if you want something more, he'll trust you with it. But then he might nay bring it up if he doesnae think you want more... Or he willnae offer more if it hasnae been brought up. Would you want him to knock you up? That's the question. At any point in the future, would you want a lad to knock you up? Because he likely cannae ever knock you up. Mm... dirty talk. I've nay had dirty talk in ages." Jules pulled her mouth to the side before she reached into the pocket of her jacket, and pulled out her phone that she was carrying around with her. She pulled up the text message to show Kenzie. "Unless he just cannae type all of a sudden, he was well drunk. And aye, I did. A very original 'are you drunk' message."
"I dinnae think he ever will. He doesnae know I'm thinking like this. I just went in at it like he could do me a favour. He said as much this morning, like. When he was going to leave, he said something like 'I hope I was able to help you out like you needed'. Something along those lines. He's just thinking he could do me a favour because we're work mates and that's what mates do. He doesnae know I was lying there wishing I could wake up with him like that every morning or wishing it was me that had been taking care of him when he was poorly. And I dinnae know if I should tell him, because at the end of the day, we still have to work together and it if goes all weird, it's gonna be awkward and uncomfortable nay matter how professional he is. He's still shy and he's still got that submissive streak. He's liable to try and put in for a transfer to fecking London if it goes pear-shaped with us. He misses his brothers, it wouldnae be oot of the question. I just... feel sick even thinking aboot it," Kenzie admitted, hating that her stomach was churning over a lad. She took the phone and read over the text message a couple of times and then whistled. "Unless he has really shite texting skills and often tells you he loves your boobs just oot of the blue, this was a drunk text message. Which opens up a whole can of worms right there."
Jules pressed her lips together in thought as her gaze stayed fixed on Kenzie's face. "Nay, I dinnae think it was that. I think he was trying to save face because he's Braden, and always has that submissive streak like you said. If you hadnae talked about what would happen after, he was probably thinking that helping you oot was all you wanted, and his, erm, job was done. Unless you tell him otherwise, he's nay ever gonna know otherwise. The fact that you told him to stay was a good start, aye? And he's still here. You're still here. He's nay tried to run off a second time. He's nay trying to leave on the excuse you've both got work because, well, you cannae get away from each other there. I think if you just keep chipping away at Brades, you'll find he isnae so shy. He'll start to relax around you, like. Dirty talk and handjobs arenae the realms of shy people. He's still an Evans. You just gotta be clear with what you want, otherwise he's gonna just keep guessing, and nay know he's getting it wrong." Jules tried to give her friend an encouraging smile. "Hopefully it willnae come to a transfer, but there arenae any guarantees. You're just gonna have to try and talk to him." Jules looked down at the floor, and heaved out a sigh. The can of worms that she really didn't want anything to do with. "Aye, I know. I dinnae know what to do. He doesnae want anything to happen until the divorce goes through, and everything. He even said he couldnae guarantee anything, but alcohol will oot, aye? I cannae not love him. I cannae pretend I dinnae maybe like getting a drunken text. I'm a bitch."
The kettle flicked off when it boiled, so Kenzie set about making a pot of real tea. She didn't know why she was going to the extra effort beyond the fact she just had an taste for proper tea, not made from a bag. Then she could keep the pot warm if Braden wanted some when he woke up, if he woke up any time soon. The clock told her he could still have a few more hours of sleep under his belt if he needed it and she wouldn't wake him until she absolutely needed to. "I dinnae know what I'd do if he moved away," she admitted quietly as she spooned tea into the pot. "It's fecking criminal, nay to mention stupid, how attached I've become to him recently. Sleeping with him just..." She shook her head. "I was mental for thinking it wasnae going to change anything, at least for me. I couldnae just fuck him and go on like nothing is different. There was a tiny part of me right doon deep that knew he was going to be amazing. As soon as he kissed me, it wasnae aboot orgasms or sex, it was aboot being close to him and experiencing him. I didnae want to let go. Fecked if I know what it making me so clingy and needy lately, it isnae like me. I guess with the whole turning thirty shite and the divorce, it's made me vulnerable. Braden's just well gotten in the firing line. I probably would've fallen for the postie if I was hame to greet him with my mail every day."
She turned around and leant against the counter so the tea could brew and her eyes inevitably trailed to her bedroom door just up the hall. "He helped me with my chair and coat, held the door open for me. Didnae even pull away when I linked my hand in his arm, he just sort of tucked it in there more securely, if you know what I mean, like. He didnae even mind when I admitted I'd slept with half the single lads in Edinburgh when the divorce came through. Now I'm just wondering why the hell I didnae just ask him right off the bat. Could've saved myself a lot of heartache. Who am I kidding here? He's had that enigma factor since I met him, but you know what? I think there's always been some feelings for him," she finally admitted with a shrug. Then she pressed her lips together with a sigh, looking at Julie's phone sitting there like it might explode with more love declarations. "Alcohol drops your inhibitions, usually brings oot honesty, even when we really dinnae want it to come oot or we're trying to be reserved... with someone, aboot someone. But it's a good thing, aye? Because it at least proves he's had feelings for you for a long time, still does. He hasnae denied that, though, has he? He's just got the divorce mess looming over him, and maybe even a custody battle if the chick turns into a bitch and wants to hurt him that way. If he was really pissed and doesnae mind doing it, though, getting your text might be confusing. You might want to try and talk to him, suss him oot about whether he does mind or nay."
Jules held up her hand. "Hey, really nay judging. I slept with Gus, remember? I shouldnae done that either. It's nay made anything better. Before I didnae have the finer details to go in my fantasies and now I do. It's torture. It's total fecking torture. I catch myself imagining still being in bed with him, or just sitting there with his arm around me, and all the stupid things. But Brades isnae going through a divorce, he isnae seeing anyone, he's free. If you really want him. You just need to ask, and to get him. There's nay harm in it. The awkward might be inevitable, but at least you've tried, aye?" She watched Kenzie make the tea, studying her friend quietly. "We all act differently after something's finished. I mean, the marriage was a huge part of your life. It's nay just as simple as waving it goodbye, even if he did feck you over. Now you're just probably trying to work out who you are without your husband again. And Brades isnae just there. He seems to be someone that you really feel for. There's nay anything wrong with that."
"He's such a sweetheart," Jules murmured. She also found herself wondering how Angus would be on a date, and if it would be any different to how he was as her friend. She quickly shunted that thought away though, and bit her lip. "He likes you. You dinnae do any of that stuff if you're just helping oot a lassie with her sexual needs. That's nay how it works, trust me. You've shagged enough blokes in bars to know that. Even if it's friends with benefits there's nay always the... gentlemanly things, like." Jules followed Kenzie's gaze, and pulled her mouth to the side as she stared at the phone as well. "Aye, I remember. Alcohol's nay always been my friend aroond Angus. Nay, he's nay ever... denied it. I guess. Just admitted to bad timing. He doesnae think she will, but he's preparing himself. He's going to hire Stu's suit. If he minds... what?"
"Sending you the text message," Kenzie explained with a small wave of her hand before turning the teapot around in a few circles. "If he doesnae even mind doing it, then it might just need to be one of those things you sit on. I dinnae know, never had anyone send me a drunk text message telling me they love me before. Just a few off my ex calling me an evil bitch. It probably would've pissed me off if he wasnae right, but aye, you feck me over, I will become an evil bitch, like. It's a fact of life. See, I dinnae know Gus. I barely even know Braden. Maybe he wanted to send it, only in his sober mind, he figured it wasnae the right thing to do. He gets boozed up, and aye, sounds like a good idea at the time, but depends how pished he was. He might mind it, only just had crap finger coordination. Or he doesnae mind doing it at all, which is where the can of worms comes into it. You gotta talk to him, try and figure out what his mind is up to. Also, he was going doon there to run away from the divorce shit, and to see his wee brother who has been having a tough time. The mind's gotta be all over the place, aye? Aye. But he gets pished and drunk texts you, meaning you're still in the brain somewhere in there in a prominent way."
She poured the tea into the mugs after she fished the tea strainer out of the back of the cutlery drawer. "I know the poor lad isnae going through a divorce, but he does have broken balls, which is a huge fecking thing for him, I can only imagine. You hinted at that, but it's nay something he's ever brought up with me. What if he doesnae want me to know? Then if I ask him oot on a date, or something along those lines, it's going to drag it to the forefront, and truth is, what if I do wake up one day wanting a bairn? Still, right now, wanting Braden just well takes over the thoughts of wanting some future possible bairn that might nay exist. How do I even know if I can have them, you know? It hasnae crossed my mind. I guess I always thought it would just be one of those things I woke up one day with a feeling for."
Jules nodded. Kenzie was right. Whether or not Angus remembered the text was an important part in the can of worms she might be opening. Keeping her mouth shut about it could be hard, but not impossible. As long as at least Kenzie knew she had some source of discussion regarding it, and the crazy thoughts that resulted. "I dinnae even know if I'm supposed to talk to him while he's running away, and seeing his brother. We didnae talk about that really. I mean, friends, aye. Nay about the London thing."
"It's the can of worms you risk opening, aye?" Jules slumped against the counter as she accepted the mug Kenzie gave her. "Cheers. He'll want you to know if you want to date him. He cannae keep something like that secret. Maybe he hasnae brought it up because there's been nay discussion that's needed the added topic of his balls? Or bairns. Or sex until you asked him. I dinnae know what to say about the bairns thing. I'm still nay decided, but I guess if I loved someone that badly and they couldnae have kids, I would be okay with it. There are always other options."
"What? Why nay? Did he tell you to back off? To piss off? I chatted to Braden when he was doon there... or on his way. When he was doon there, he was head first in a toilet bowl a lot of the time. Hasnae he just head doon there to get a breather, get some distance from his wife? Just because you bust up with your spouse, doesnae mean you want nothing to do with your pals... quite the opposite, in fact," Kenzie murmured wryly.
She wrapped her hands around her own mug, warming them around it before she took any sip. She was looking at her bedroom door again, just beyond it was where Braden was curled up in her bed naked and he wasn't even her boyfriend. If he was, this would be normal and there would be no stressing. Him asleep in her bed would be like second nature and not a military operation that had her mind set into overdrive. "Aye, you risk it. You just dinnae want the wee fuckers crawling all over you and making your life hell. If you dinnae open it, they stay all put, but you dinnae really know if it is worms in there, or if it's something real sweet, like a double malt. Which I could really, really fucking do with right now, aye. I'm just scared aboot all of this. He's become a really great pal, I love having him as my partner. But if I push too far and he doesnae want it, I could lose him completely. Maybe never see him again. At the end of the day, I'm thirty and I'm divorced. I dinnae even own my own apartment. We had to sell our hame to split the cash fifty-fifty in the divorce settlement. Braden's amazing, he's twenty eight, a bloody model. He could have anyone he wants if he didnae go with the ball thing."
Jules shrugged. "I dinnae know! You're nay the only one with crazy thoughts. I talked to him after he had his butt glued to the toilet seat by Brades before they got to Surrey. On his birthday. I still have his present here waiting for him. I know we agreed on pals, but I'm a pal with complications, like. Maybe he needs a total breather?"
She leaned over to nudge Kenzie. "Hey, hey... Brades isnae shallow like his modelling would have you believe. He wouldnae have just anyone. He would still need to know they loved him for him, and nay for his looks, or his balls. Or at least just his balls. I think you just need to ease into it. Don't push too far and ask him if he wants to get married. Just start with maybe seeing each other a little more regularly."
Before Kenzie could stop it, she managed to snort out a laugh and looked at Julie in disbelief. "He what? Are you serious? Braden... that Braden all sweet and innocent buck naked in my bed," she said with a point up the hall, "glued his brother to the toilet seat? On his birthday? No way! And nay... I'm nay buying the total breather thing or he wouldnae be talking to anyone. He would be all covert ninja like with the brothers, who would probably be screening his calls or something. There's enough of them. It sounds to me like he just needed a change of scenery, nay a total liposuction from all things Edinburgh. You might be complications he doesnae mind. You can still spend time with him without jumping his bones. At least, I assume you can? Nay that I can talk, I'm a bloody lost cause. I think my clit is stuck in overdrive."
"You know that sad part here? He has really fantastic balls. A nice wee handful that I dinnae really want to keep my hands off. Nay too hairy or wrinkly like, either. I've seen some shocking balls in my time, Braden's take the ball cake, nay doubt, and the curtains really do match the drapes. Hey, I dinnae even know if I want to get married again. The thought scares the shit oot of me. What kind of all fancy footwork am I going to need here? Go from a pint, to propositioning him, to kissing, to fucking, back to workmates, and then somehow figure out to U-turn my brain to ask him oot on a date?" She groaned softly, feeling a headache threaten just from the thought of it.
Jules just smirked. "He is an Evans, you know. Just because he doesnae wear the deviancy on his sleeve it doesnae mean it's nay there. He suffered through a car trip with Gus. Birthday boy, or nay, he was getting it. Alright, alright. So nay total breather. And you told me before about the trips and stuff, and the doing friend things, and I think I asked aboot it, and maybe got a yes, but still. He's there, I'm here. I would've been able to stop myself jumping his bones before I'd actually jumped his bones. Now I cannae wait to do it again, but I have to. I might nay ever get to do it again."
"Oh, aye? Well, then. You love his balls, you love him, you love his curtains... cannae see anything wrong with asking him oot. There's nay order to anything anymore. More often than nay people fuck first, and have dinner later."
Kenzie gave a tiny shrug with her shoulder and then took a small sip of her tea. Her stomach still felt like it was in knots over this whole Braden thing and she didn't know why it was so bad. It wasn't like he was the first guy she had ever fallen for. "So, go to London," she suggested lightly and then met her friends gaze with another shrug. "Didnae you say his wee brother was away on a holiday, and his eldest working opening a restaurant? What's Gus going to be doing in his spare time, huh? Sitting aroond with a booze bottle, maybe? That isnae healthy when you're facing divorce. It's only gonna get you in trouble at the end of the day. Makes you feel nay just feel miserable, but miserable and hungover. Why is it easier for me to see my way aroond your Evans brother and nay the one warming my sheets?"
"Because it's easier for me to see my way aroond your Evans brother and nay the one I want warming my sheets?" Jules suggested with a small smile. "Do I even warn him that I'm coming to London. It's probably time I took some leave. They can do withoot me in the mornings. I think my porno voice isnae really needed at six am, but I cannae help it. Early mornings always give me porno voice."
Kenzie smirked. "Think of all the teenage laddies getting ready for school wanking over you in the mornings," she offered cheekily, still nursing her mug to her chest. "Aye, I say warn him. Could get messy if you dinnae and you dinnae want to be making anything worse. He'll appreciate the honesty, and if you know his brothers, they arenae gonna mind, are they? You'll get to catch up with them too."
Jules snorted a laugh and waited a moment before she tried to take a sip of her tea. "Well, thanks for that. Personally I prefer to think of hot grown mean wanking over me before work. Aye, alright. I'll warn him. At least that way he can say if he doesnae want me there. I'll nay just be invading. Nay, they willnae mind. Pretty sure they willnae. Nay sure I want to leave you alone while you're stewing over Bradie Bunch, though."
Kenzie pressed her lips together. "But at least he's here to distract me from it and keep me grounded. We've got a night together tonight, that should be interesting trying to figure out if I'm supposed to talk about the fact his cock's been inside me or avoid it. I'm just glad you know Gus and he isnae an unknown quantity for you. It could be real hard if he was, considering the whole divorce thing. You wouldnae be knowing where you're standing."
Jules nodded slowly as she looked down at her tea. "Aye, I know where I stand. Doesnae mean it's necessarily any easier. He doesnae think I should wait, but how could I nay? I've waited this long for us both to be free, I dinnae care how much longer I need to wait. I never thought we'd get another chance, so I'm not risking it being blown. You shouldnae stress so much about Brades, even if it's easier said than done. I dinnae think he's as scary about talking about this kinda thing as you think. Besides, when you're crazy about someone, everything gets heightened ten fold."
"Didnae say it was easier, just less complicated. The divorce will come through eventually and if he has sex skills like his brother, he isnae going to want to abstain for long. Plus, he has working balls, might want a wee brother or sister for his bairn. You could have it all made if you wanted it... Do you want it? To settle doon? Because he's a daddy now. It's a different ball game, different life plan," Kenzie told her, shrugging just a little. "Plus, you're both thirty, aye? Settling doon will nay doubt be crossing your mind on some level."
Jules' eyebrows went up as she almost choked on her sip of tea. "Bairns? More... bairns? Well, I didnae ever think... None of the men, they were all... Not Angus. I could have his bairns. If he did want more bairns. I do want to settle doon with him. Always have. I just knew he wasnae ever in the settling mood. Not until... her. And Keira."
Kenzie wet her lips and cleared her throat. "Just saying. If he's a good dad and loves being one, it's probably inevitable he wants more. It's in a Scotsman blood, to want a Clan of their own. He might not have been in the mood once in the past, but he is now. Plus, he comes from a big brood. Makes sense."
Jules looked at Kenzie. "What do you think I'd be like as a mum?"
Kenzie shot her friend a smile and nodded. "I think you'd be an awesome mum, Jules. Without a doubt."
Jules could feel a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth at the idea of being a mum to Angus' Clan. "They'll be needing an awesome aunty and uncle, you know."
Kenzie finished off her tea and avoided Jules' gaze. "Well, they'll have the best of the best of uncles, so you're home free," she told her. "You're made for it. Just chill for a wee bit now, and your time will come, and think aboot it. He'll be all with her oot of his system, needing a fresh start. You can give it to him."
Jules sighed as she watched Kenzie, and gave a small shake of her head. She wouldn't let her friend avoid the topic of Braden for long, but she also knew when enough was enough. She stepped forward to kiss Kenzie's forehead. "Take some of your own advice, love. Or at least get back to the naked beauty in your bed."
Kenzie gave a small, wry nod. "At least if I'm unconscious, I cannae think aboot it." She sighed and gave her friend a small nudge. "Fucking Evans brothers, aye?"
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Kenzie had never had such mindblowing sex in her life that she actually risked losing her mind. This time, however, she seemed to be potentially bordering on just that. She not only lost track of time, but she lost track of the fact her room mate and buddy would have likely come home from her work function at some point during the previous night. It was her place afterall, she wasn't just going to not come home. It wasn't so much that she forgot she was in Jules' place or that she had a room mate, it had just been impossible to rationally think about anything but Braden since he had come home with her the evening before. As it was, she and Jules schedule hadn't managed to match since she moved in, and the friends hadn't even seen much of each other over the last few days beyond a few rushed enquiries of their wellbeing as one of them or the other was running out the door for work.
It was now just after lunchtime when Kenzie clawed her way back to consciousness again. She was disoriented and groggy at first, and it took a couple of moments for her to realise she still had a warm, muscular body wrapped around her. At some point during their morning sleep-in after the hand action in the early hours, Kenzie had rolled onto her back and Braden onto his stomach. His head was resting on her shoulder, and he had an arm and leg draped over her. Fuck her Argos bedding, this was a much better fucking option. She really, really didn't want to let herself think that she could get used to this, but she had fallen so hard she probably had whiplash from the g-force. Braden was still fast asleep and she really didn't want to disturb him, but she realised she was absolutely bursting for the loo and had no choice but to move. She laid there for a few more minutes, trying to will the urge to use the toilet away, but it just increased. She could smell his cologne amongst her sheets and if they hadn't gone ten rounds in them, she would have been tempted to never wash them again.
With a tiny huff of annoyance, Kenzie started to carefully work to untangle Braden from around her without waking him. When he mumbled something unintelligble in his sleep, she froze, watching his face in case he was about to wake up. But when she slipped out of his embrace and let him melt into the warm spot she left, he just continued to sleep on, sprawled naked on his belly. She untangled the covers from around his legs and pulled them up over him, tucking him in. The temption to kiss him was too strong to fight, and she leaned over, stroking her fingers through his blond hair and kissed his forehead, nose and cheek. She didn't care if he wanted to sleep all day, she would make sure he was up in time to have something decent to eat and be ready for their shift. Plucking up her bathrobe from where it was hanging on the back of the door, Kenzie dragged it on and managed to make a bolt for the bathroom without wetting herself. It was a close call, seriously. Was it standard to hit thirty and bladder control to fly out the window?
After brushing her teeth and washing her face, Kenzie exited out into the main part of the apartment as she rubbed at her eyes and it caused her bang straight into another body when she wasn't looking. She squeaked in surprise and found Jules just managing to save her cup of tea from splashing over the edge of the mug onto the floor. "Shit, sorry!" Kenzie gasped, cupping her hands around Jules as if her assistance would double save the hot beverage. It was pointless, though, because she ended up just abruptly sneezing and it inelegantly aimed right into Julie's mug. After regaining her composure with a few wet sniffles, Kenzie sheepishly took the mug off her old friend. "I'll make you a fresh one... in a totally different mug... sans snot," she told her hastily with a laugh.
Jules had no idea what was more of a shock - that Kenzie had bumped into her, or that Kenzie had sneezed into her tea, and her hands were suddenly empty. "Erm," she started, and then stopped. She was too fucked from her early morning to even know what to say. And God knew who figured it was a good idea to go out that night just because she wasn't working the next day. She was wrecked, then add to that the fact that there had been a drunken text message from Gus that said he loved her, and she was shattered. "Okay," she finally finished lamely, pouting just a little from the fact she didn't have a cup of tea anymore.
Jules blinked, and cocked her head as she looked at Kenzie again. "You alright, love? Dinnae go and get sick on me just when you've moved in. I know we've nay seen each other, but you cannae just go aroond getting your germs all over me. Hey, there's something different aboot you, like. Like you've been... Did you have sex?"
Kenzie had moved into the kitchen, the mug cupped in her hands but as soon as she reached the sink, she was glad she got to her destination when Jules' question have come. It wasn't abrupt or out of the blue, not really, but it caused Kenzie to squeak a little and drop the cup into the sink, the hot tea splattering all over the tap and dish rack. She spun around, biting down on her lip guiltily, almost as if Jules had just literally caught her in the act. Her blue eyes blinked widely and she held her hand up, readying herself to oddly start defending her actions... until she realised she probably didn't need to. It was just, there was a tiny voice at the back of her head telling her that Julie was practically like a sister to Braden and she couldn't help but wonder if her friend my go all protective guard dog on her arse. "I... uh..." She reached over and sheepishly flicked on the kettle, althought she kept a hold of Julie's gaze. "Aye?"
"But I thought that last night was..." Jules broke off and frowned. Last night had been Kenzie's drinks date with Braden, even if she had refused to call it a 'date' in front of Jules. Had Kenzie actually pulled straight after just to fuck Brades out of her system? After a beat Jules' jaw dropped as she thought of the alternative. "Nay! Nay, you didnae! Did you? Holy fecking kilted stud muffin, Kenzie... You fecked Braden! Is he still here? Is he alive? Are you okay? Was it good?"
Kenzie felt like she was weak at the knees just from the memories and she shuffled forward to lean over on the counter with a rough, heavy sigh, streaking her fingers through her hair and then looking up at Jules helplessly. Her voice was hushed when she spoke again, nodding. "Aye... aye... he's still here. He's oot like a light. He was poorly down in Surrey he said. Wee fucker didnae tell me, either, but I couldnae give him a wee smack for nay telling me because I was too busy thinking aboot his cock in my mouth. He's just... he's..." She waved her fingers with a small whimper. "Do you know how many orgasms I've had in the last, oh, fifteen hours? It's in the fecking double figures."
Jules' eyebrows went up before she started to laugh. Her hands came up to slap over her mouth when she realised she was maybe being a little loud, and she bit her lip to try and stop herself before standing next to her friend, and dropping her voice to a similar hush. "Double figures? Must be that Evans blood. Gusto didnae do so badly himself, even when pished. So did you get his cock in your mouth, too? Tell me how it happened. I cannae believe it! I mean, I can, but I just didnae... You had sex with Bradie Bunch! And he even stayed... So what now? Is he feeling better?"
"I'm still trying to decide if it should be weird that I've just fucked your One True Love's wee brother!" Kenzie admitted with a small moan as she scrubbed her hands over her face. "Aye, okay... okay... um... aye, there was blow job territory. How could there nay be? I've been fantasising about it for days, and even then, there was nay way I could've anticipated just how amazing his cock was. It took all my effort nay to just kneel there and stare at it in awe. I just sort of dumped it on him in the pub, told him I was horny and asked him to fuck me. I didnae expect him to say aye, but he was surprisingly agreeable. Then he came back here with me, and then... then he kissed me. I didnae even have to ask for that! I nearly pee myself and tripped over in the gutter. But I was really cool, I was so proud of myself for that. The sex was out of this world, three times and that laddie is mighty skilled in the giving multiple orgasms thing. Just saying. Then I woke up and he was going to leave so things werenae weird, only I asked him to stay because we've both got a night tonight, and he looked wrecked. He agreed again, and then there was maybe some more awesome hand action before he passed oot cold and he's been sleeping ever since. I think he's feeling better, but like I said, he's really wrecked. And it's nay fair, because now I'm wondering if I should even have done it with him in the first place! I should've listened to you when you said they were addictive!"
Jules smiled before she slipped her arm around Kenzie's shoulder, and kissed the top of her head. "It's nay problem! I think maybe Bradie's your One True Love, and my One True Love is..." This time it was Jules who looked a little sheepish. "Maybe drunken love, but that doesnae matter. We're talking about you and Brades. I cannae believe it, amazingly awesome sex with him, and you havenae exploded. At least not in the bad way. Of course you should've done it! You cannae go back on that, nay when he agreed. And he kissed you first, that's a good thing. They're definitely addictive, but that doesnae mean it's a bad thing. He wouldnae have given you all the awesome if he didnae want to."
Kenzie looked at her friend curiously. "What doesnae matter? What's happened? You... he... I thought Gus was in Surrey? Actually, I know he is because Braden specifically said he flew back with the other one... Callum, and Angus stayed." She wet her lips and shook her head a little, her ruffled red hair slipping over her robed shoulders. "He was all with the giving of the awesome sex because he knew I needed it, and he's just so fecking amazing with it. Laddie like that... how are his balls malfunctioning when they make with the awesome over and over like that? But anyway, that isnae the point. Point is, I-I think I've fallen for him and last night just made it worse. Sex is one thing, but what if he doesnae want anymore? My heart might shrivel up and die. At least, that's how it kinda feels it might be. I didnae want him to leave. He just fit me. It's been a long time since a laddie fit me."
"You dinnae have to leave him. Nay if you don't want. He's had a taste of you too, you know. How can you be so sure he willnae maybe want more now? I know you cannae work it out right now maybe, but maybe there's room to talk aboot more. To talk aboot going slow. And nay think aboot me and Gus, I mean it. I think he's still in Surrey, but I cannae be sure. Text messages dinnae give locations. It's nay bother, just forget it. There's really only one way you're gonna find out if he wants more."
Kenzie shook her head. "I'm nay making with the leaving, he was. I coaxed him to stay, but maybe he was just too tired to go home. In saying that, he spooned me, and he was kissing my back... He fell asleep hugging me and when I woke up, we had shifted positions, but he was still hugging me. Maybe he's just a natural cuddler? I dinnae know if he... well he... he seemed okay to help me oot, but what if he still wants to be just be work mates? And I have to somehow bring up that I know aboot the sperm thing. He didnae mention it, we just automatically used condoms. He had his own. I guess somewhere in my mind I didnae expect him to use them. What text message?"
Jules gave her friend a squeeze. "Hey, hey... He wouldnae have stayed like that if he really didnae want to. Blokes dinnae spoon when they arenae feeling it. There's nay faking a spoon, nay faking the kisses. If he was still hugging you after you both shifted, there's definitely something in that. Cannae fake subconscious actions. He helped you oot, but now there's a chance you both got over the, erm, hump. There's a taste of what's possible. You just need to know that bringing up the sperm thing might be a wee bit of a turning point. He hasnae ever had it end well. Well, it was kinda garbled, and it mentioned my hot boobs, but I think it also said that he loved me. Always had, and forever, or something."
Kenzie raked her hair back and held it there as she listened to Julie's words of advice. "I'm scared to bring it up with him in case it frightens him off," she admitted quietly. "It only crossed my mind maybe once or twice in passing last night, but other than that, it just wasnae an issue. Of course, I wasnae looking for him to knock me up. I was looking for an orgasm and he have me ten odd. He's just... amazing, beautiful. He's so sweet and soft, attentive. Looks right in your eyes when you talk, like. He talked dirty to me. Hand between my legs, and he was murmuring this dirty talk in my ear. I thought I was going to die right on the spot." Her eyebrows shot up. "What... like... you think he was drunk when he sent it? Did you send one back? How do you feel about that?"
"Why don't you wait to see if he brings it up? Maybe he will. Maybe if you want something more, he'll trust you with it. But then he might nay bring it up if he doesnae think you want more... Or he willnae offer more if it hasnae been brought up. Would you want him to knock you up? That's the question. At any point in the future, would you want a lad to knock you up? Because he likely cannae ever knock you up. Mm... dirty talk. I've nay had dirty talk in ages." Jules pulled her mouth to the side before she reached into the pocket of her jacket, and pulled out her phone that she was carrying around with her. She pulled up the text message to show Kenzie. "Unless he just cannae type all of a sudden, he was well drunk. And aye, I did. A very original 'are you drunk' message."
"I dinnae think he ever will. He doesnae know I'm thinking like this. I just went in at it like he could do me a favour. He said as much this morning, like. When he was going to leave, he said something like 'I hope I was able to help you out like you needed'. Something along those lines. He's just thinking he could do me a favour because we're work mates and that's what mates do. He doesnae know I was lying there wishing I could wake up with him like that every morning or wishing it was me that had been taking care of him when he was poorly. And I dinnae know if I should tell him, because at the end of the day, we still have to work together and it if goes all weird, it's gonna be awkward and uncomfortable nay matter how professional he is. He's still shy and he's still got that submissive streak. He's liable to try and put in for a transfer to fecking London if it goes pear-shaped with us. He misses his brothers, it wouldnae be oot of the question. I just... feel sick even thinking aboot it," Kenzie admitted, hating that her stomach was churning over a lad. She took the phone and read over the text message a couple of times and then whistled. "Unless he has really shite texting skills and often tells you he loves your boobs just oot of the blue, this was a drunk text message. Which opens up a whole can of worms right there."
Jules pressed her lips together in thought as her gaze stayed fixed on Kenzie's face. "Nay, I dinnae think it was that. I think he was trying to save face because he's Braden, and always has that submissive streak like you said. If you hadnae talked about what would happen after, he was probably thinking that helping you oot was all you wanted, and his, erm, job was done. Unless you tell him otherwise, he's nay ever gonna know otherwise. The fact that you told him to stay was a good start, aye? And he's still here. You're still here. He's nay tried to run off a second time. He's nay trying to leave on the excuse you've both got work because, well, you cannae get away from each other there. I think if you just keep chipping away at Brades, you'll find he isnae so shy. He'll start to relax around you, like. Dirty talk and handjobs arenae the realms of shy people. He's still an Evans. You just gotta be clear with what you want, otherwise he's gonna just keep guessing, and nay know he's getting it wrong." Jules tried to give her friend an encouraging smile. "Hopefully it willnae come to a transfer, but there arenae any guarantees. You're just gonna have to try and talk to him." Jules looked down at the floor, and heaved out a sigh. The can of worms that she really didn't want anything to do with. "Aye, I know. I dinnae know what to do. He doesnae want anything to happen until the divorce goes through, and everything. He even said he couldnae guarantee anything, but alcohol will oot, aye? I cannae not love him. I cannae pretend I dinnae maybe like getting a drunken text. I'm a bitch."
The kettle flicked off when it boiled, so Kenzie set about making a pot of real tea. She didn't know why she was going to the extra effort beyond the fact she just had an taste for proper tea, not made from a bag. Then she could keep the pot warm if Braden wanted some when he woke up, if he woke up any time soon. The clock told her he could still have a few more hours of sleep under his belt if he needed it and she wouldn't wake him until she absolutely needed to. "I dinnae know what I'd do if he moved away," she admitted quietly as she spooned tea into the pot. "It's fecking criminal, nay to mention stupid, how attached I've become to him recently. Sleeping with him just..." She shook her head. "I was mental for thinking it wasnae going to change anything, at least for me. I couldnae just fuck him and go on like nothing is different. There was a tiny part of me right doon deep that knew he was going to be amazing. As soon as he kissed me, it wasnae aboot orgasms or sex, it was aboot being close to him and experiencing him. I didnae want to let go. Fecked if I know what it making me so clingy and needy lately, it isnae like me. I guess with the whole turning thirty shite and the divorce, it's made me vulnerable. Braden's just well gotten in the firing line. I probably would've fallen for the postie if I was hame to greet him with my mail every day."
She turned around and leant against the counter so the tea could brew and her eyes inevitably trailed to her bedroom door just up the hall. "He helped me with my chair and coat, held the door open for me. Didnae even pull away when I linked my hand in his arm, he just sort of tucked it in there more securely, if you know what I mean, like. He didnae even mind when I admitted I'd slept with half the single lads in Edinburgh when the divorce came through. Now I'm just wondering why the hell I didnae just ask him right off the bat. Could've saved myself a lot of heartache. Who am I kidding here? He's had that enigma factor since I met him, but you know what? I think there's always been some feelings for him," she finally admitted with a shrug. Then she pressed her lips together with a sigh, looking at Julie's phone sitting there like it might explode with more love declarations. "Alcohol drops your inhibitions, usually brings oot honesty, even when we really dinnae want it to come oot or we're trying to be reserved... with someone, aboot someone. But it's a good thing, aye? Because it at least proves he's had feelings for you for a long time, still does. He hasnae denied that, though, has he? He's just got the divorce mess looming over him, and maybe even a custody battle if the chick turns into a bitch and wants to hurt him that way. If he was really pissed and doesnae mind doing it, though, getting your text might be confusing. You might want to try and talk to him, suss him oot about whether he does mind or nay."
Jules held up her hand. "Hey, really nay judging. I slept with Gus, remember? I shouldnae done that either. It's nay made anything better. Before I didnae have the finer details to go in my fantasies and now I do. It's torture. It's total fecking torture. I catch myself imagining still being in bed with him, or just sitting there with his arm around me, and all the stupid things. But Brades isnae going through a divorce, he isnae seeing anyone, he's free. If you really want him. You just need to ask, and to get him. There's nay harm in it. The awkward might be inevitable, but at least you've tried, aye?" She watched Kenzie make the tea, studying her friend quietly. "We all act differently after something's finished. I mean, the marriage was a huge part of your life. It's nay just as simple as waving it goodbye, even if he did feck you over. Now you're just probably trying to work out who you are without your husband again. And Brades isnae just there. He seems to be someone that you really feel for. There's nay anything wrong with that."
"He's such a sweetheart," Jules murmured. She also found herself wondering how Angus would be on a date, and if it would be any different to how he was as her friend. She quickly shunted that thought away though, and bit her lip. "He likes you. You dinnae do any of that stuff if you're just helping oot a lassie with her sexual needs. That's nay how it works, trust me. You've shagged enough blokes in bars to know that. Even if it's friends with benefits there's nay always the... gentlemanly things, like." Jules followed Kenzie's gaze, and pulled her mouth to the side as she stared at the phone as well. "Aye, I remember. Alcohol's nay always been my friend aroond Angus. Nay, he's nay ever... denied it. I guess. Just admitted to bad timing. He doesnae think she will, but he's preparing himself. He's going to hire Stu's suit. If he minds... what?"
"Sending you the text message," Kenzie explained with a small wave of her hand before turning the teapot around in a few circles. "If he doesnae even mind doing it, then it might just need to be one of those things you sit on. I dinnae know, never had anyone send me a drunk text message telling me they love me before. Just a few off my ex calling me an evil bitch. It probably would've pissed me off if he wasnae right, but aye, you feck me over, I will become an evil bitch, like. It's a fact of life. See, I dinnae know Gus. I barely even know Braden. Maybe he wanted to send it, only in his sober mind, he figured it wasnae the right thing to do. He gets boozed up, and aye, sounds like a good idea at the time, but depends how pished he was. He might mind it, only just had crap finger coordination. Or he doesnae mind doing it at all, which is where the can of worms comes into it. You gotta talk to him, try and figure out what his mind is up to. Also, he was going doon there to run away from the divorce shit, and to see his wee brother who has been having a tough time. The mind's gotta be all over the place, aye? Aye. But he gets pished and drunk texts you, meaning you're still in the brain somewhere in there in a prominent way."
She poured the tea into the mugs after she fished the tea strainer out of the back of the cutlery drawer. "I know the poor lad isnae going through a divorce, but he does have broken balls, which is a huge fecking thing for him, I can only imagine. You hinted at that, but it's nay something he's ever brought up with me. What if he doesnae want me to know? Then if I ask him oot on a date, or something along those lines, it's going to drag it to the forefront, and truth is, what if I do wake up one day wanting a bairn? Still, right now, wanting Braden just well takes over the thoughts of wanting some future possible bairn that might nay exist. How do I even know if I can have them, you know? It hasnae crossed my mind. I guess I always thought it would just be one of those things I woke up one day with a feeling for."
Jules nodded. Kenzie was right. Whether or not Angus remembered the text was an important part in the can of worms she might be opening. Keeping her mouth shut about it could be hard, but not impossible. As long as at least Kenzie knew she had some source of discussion regarding it, and the crazy thoughts that resulted. "I dinnae even know if I'm supposed to talk to him while he's running away, and seeing his brother. We didnae talk about that really. I mean, friends, aye. Nay about the London thing."
"It's the can of worms you risk opening, aye?" Jules slumped against the counter as she accepted the mug Kenzie gave her. "Cheers. He'll want you to know if you want to date him. He cannae keep something like that secret. Maybe he hasnae brought it up because there's been nay discussion that's needed the added topic of his balls? Or bairns. Or sex until you asked him. I dinnae know what to say about the bairns thing. I'm still nay decided, but I guess if I loved someone that badly and they couldnae have kids, I would be okay with it. There are always other options."
"What? Why nay? Did he tell you to back off? To piss off? I chatted to Braden when he was doon there... or on his way. When he was doon there, he was head first in a toilet bowl a lot of the time. Hasnae he just head doon there to get a breather, get some distance from his wife? Just because you bust up with your spouse, doesnae mean you want nothing to do with your pals... quite the opposite, in fact," Kenzie murmured wryly.
She wrapped her hands around her own mug, warming them around it before she took any sip. She was looking at her bedroom door again, just beyond it was where Braden was curled up in her bed naked and he wasn't even her boyfriend. If he was, this would be normal and there would be no stressing. Him asleep in her bed would be like second nature and not a military operation that had her mind set into overdrive. "Aye, you risk it. You just dinnae want the wee fuckers crawling all over you and making your life hell. If you dinnae open it, they stay all put, but you dinnae really know if it is worms in there, or if it's something real sweet, like a double malt. Which I could really, really fucking do with right now, aye. I'm just scared aboot all of this. He's become a really great pal, I love having him as my partner. But if I push too far and he doesnae want it, I could lose him completely. Maybe never see him again. At the end of the day, I'm thirty and I'm divorced. I dinnae even own my own apartment. We had to sell our hame to split the cash fifty-fifty in the divorce settlement. Braden's amazing, he's twenty eight, a bloody model. He could have anyone he wants if he didnae go with the ball thing."
Jules shrugged. "I dinnae know! You're nay the only one with crazy thoughts. I talked to him after he had his butt glued to the toilet seat by Brades before they got to Surrey. On his birthday. I still have his present here waiting for him. I know we agreed on pals, but I'm a pal with complications, like. Maybe he needs a total breather?"
She leaned over to nudge Kenzie. "Hey, hey... Brades isnae shallow like his modelling would have you believe. He wouldnae have just anyone. He would still need to know they loved him for him, and nay for his looks, or his balls. Or at least just his balls. I think you just need to ease into it. Don't push too far and ask him if he wants to get married. Just start with maybe seeing each other a little more regularly."
Before Kenzie could stop it, she managed to snort out a laugh and looked at Julie in disbelief. "He what? Are you serious? Braden... that Braden all sweet and innocent buck naked in my bed," she said with a point up the hall, "glued his brother to the toilet seat? On his birthday? No way! And nay... I'm nay buying the total breather thing or he wouldnae be talking to anyone. He would be all covert ninja like with the brothers, who would probably be screening his calls or something. There's enough of them. It sounds to me like he just needed a change of scenery, nay a total liposuction from all things Edinburgh. You might be complications he doesnae mind. You can still spend time with him without jumping his bones. At least, I assume you can? Nay that I can talk, I'm a bloody lost cause. I think my clit is stuck in overdrive."
"You know that sad part here? He has really fantastic balls. A nice wee handful that I dinnae really want to keep my hands off. Nay too hairy or wrinkly like, either. I've seen some shocking balls in my time, Braden's take the ball cake, nay doubt, and the curtains really do match the drapes. Hey, I dinnae even know if I want to get married again. The thought scares the shit oot of me. What kind of all fancy footwork am I going to need here? Go from a pint, to propositioning him, to kissing, to fucking, back to workmates, and then somehow figure out to U-turn my brain to ask him oot on a date?" She groaned softly, feeling a headache threaten just from the thought of it.
Jules just smirked. "He is an Evans, you know. Just because he doesnae wear the deviancy on his sleeve it doesnae mean it's nay there. He suffered through a car trip with Gus. Birthday boy, or nay, he was getting it. Alright, alright. So nay total breather. And you told me before about the trips and stuff, and the doing friend things, and I think I asked aboot it, and maybe got a yes, but still. He's there, I'm here. I would've been able to stop myself jumping his bones before I'd actually jumped his bones. Now I cannae wait to do it again, but I have to. I might nay ever get to do it again."
"Oh, aye? Well, then. You love his balls, you love him, you love his curtains... cannae see anything wrong with asking him oot. There's nay order to anything anymore. More often than nay people fuck first, and have dinner later."
Kenzie gave a tiny shrug with her shoulder and then took a small sip of her tea. Her stomach still felt like it was in knots over this whole Braden thing and she didn't know why it was so bad. It wasn't like he was the first guy she had ever fallen for. "So, go to London," she suggested lightly and then met her friends gaze with another shrug. "Didnae you say his wee brother was away on a holiday, and his eldest working opening a restaurant? What's Gus going to be doing in his spare time, huh? Sitting aroond with a booze bottle, maybe? That isnae healthy when you're facing divorce. It's only gonna get you in trouble at the end of the day. Makes you feel nay just feel miserable, but miserable and hungover. Why is it easier for me to see my way aroond your Evans brother and nay the one warming my sheets?"
"Because it's easier for me to see my way aroond your Evans brother and nay the one I want warming my sheets?" Jules suggested with a small smile. "Do I even warn him that I'm coming to London. It's probably time I took some leave. They can do withoot me in the mornings. I think my porno voice isnae really needed at six am, but I cannae help it. Early mornings always give me porno voice."
Kenzie smirked. "Think of all the teenage laddies getting ready for school wanking over you in the mornings," she offered cheekily, still nursing her mug to her chest. "Aye, I say warn him. Could get messy if you dinnae and you dinnae want to be making anything worse. He'll appreciate the honesty, and if you know his brothers, they arenae gonna mind, are they? You'll get to catch up with them too."
Jules snorted a laugh and waited a moment before she tried to take a sip of her tea. "Well, thanks for that. Personally I prefer to think of hot grown mean wanking over me before work. Aye, alright. I'll warn him. At least that way he can say if he doesnae want me there. I'll nay just be invading. Nay, they willnae mind. Pretty sure they willnae. Nay sure I want to leave you alone while you're stewing over Bradie Bunch, though."
Kenzie pressed her lips together. "But at least he's here to distract me from it and keep me grounded. We've got a night together tonight, that should be interesting trying to figure out if I'm supposed to talk about the fact his cock's been inside me or avoid it. I'm just glad you know Gus and he isnae an unknown quantity for you. It could be real hard if he was, considering the whole divorce thing. You wouldnae be knowing where you're standing."
Jules nodded slowly as she looked down at her tea. "Aye, I know where I stand. Doesnae mean it's necessarily any easier. He doesnae think I should wait, but how could I nay? I've waited this long for us both to be free, I dinnae care how much longer I need to wait. I never thought we'd get another chance, so I'm not risking it being blown. You shouldnae stress so much about Brades, even if it's easier said than done. I dinnae think he's as scary about talking about this kinda thing as you think. Besides, when you're crazy about someone, everything gets heightened ten fold."
"Didnae say it was easier, just less complicated. The divorce will come through eventually and if he has sex skills like his brother, he isnae going to want to abstain for long. Plus, he has working balls, might want a wee brother or sister for his bairn. You could have it all made if you wanted it... Do you want it? To settle doon? Because he's a daddy now. It's a different ball game, different life plan," Kenzie told her, shrugging just a little. "Plus, you're both thirty, aye? Settling doon will nay doubt be crossing your mind on some level."
Jules' eyebrows went up as she almost choked on her sip of tea. "Bairns? More... bairns? Well, I didnae ever think... None of the men, they were all... Not Angus. I could have his bairns. If he did want more bairns. I do want to settle doon with him. Always have. I just knew he wasnae ever in the settling mood. Not until... her. And Keira."
Kenzie wet her lips and cleared her throat. "Just saying. If he's a good dad and loves being one, it's probably inevitable he wants more. It's in a Scotsman blood, to want a Clan of their own. He might not have been in the mood once in the past, but he is now. Plus, he comes from a big brood. Makes sense."
Jules looked at Kenzie. "What do you think I'd be like as a mum?"
Kenzie shot her friend a smile and nodded. "I think you'd be an awesome mum, Jules. Without a doubt."
Jules could feel a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth at the idea of being a mum to Angus' Clan. "They'll be needing an awesome aunty and uncle, you know."
Kenzie finished off her tea and avoided Jules' gaze. "Well, they'll have the best of the best of uncles, so you're home free," she told her. "You're made for it. Just chill for a wee bit now, and your time will come, and think aboot it. He'll be all with her oot of his system, needing a fresh start. You can give it to him."
Jules sighed as she watched Kenzie, and gave a small shake of her head. She wouldn't let her friend avoid the topic of Braden for long, but she also knew when enough was enough. She stepped forward to kiss Kenzie's forehead. "Take some of your own advice, love. Or at least get back to the naked beauty in your bed."
Kenzie gave a small, wry nod. "At least if I'm unconscious, I cannae think aboot it." She sighed and gave her friend a small nudge. "Fucking Evans brothers, aye?"
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