Page 29 of The Handy Men
Looking at them, she smiled. That’s what love looked like. She wanted that for herself, and she thought she had a chance at that with them. They were her two best friends already. Love was probably around the corner. Wasn’t it?
"That smells great," Jack said, stifling a yawn.
"Help yourself," she said. "I have to go back for the coffee and juice. It's not fresh squeezed, though."
"Well, then I'm out of here," Jack said, sliding out of the bed and walking over to her.
Paige loved the sight of him, buff and naked, covered with colorful tattoos. She couldn't control her grin when he placed the tray on her bureau and then pulled the tie of her robe open. Jack groaned. "I left some marks on your breasts.” He touched the red rasps from his stubble.
"No complaints," she said.
He kissed her good morning with enough enthusiasm that his cock twitched to life.
"The food will get cold," Paige said half-heartedly.
"I like cold food.” Jack led her by the hand into the bathroom and turned on the shower.
He kissed her until the water warmed up and then helped her step inside. Paige sighed as the water hit her sore muscles. She pushed the thought of her mother, conservatives, and the gossipy townspeople out of her mind. She would do this on her terms. She just had to be careful this year, that was all.
"Are you okay with everything?" he asked. "We weren't too rough?"
'Perfectly okay. I've been having fantasies about you guys for months now. You
exceeded all of them."
He kissed her again. "All that wasted time. You should have said something."
She laughed. "Like what? I know you're married, but I really want to jump your bones?
That wouldn't have gone over well if you were in a traditional relationship."
"There's nothing traditional about us." Jack squirted soap into his hands and lathered her
up until her entire body was tingling. She returned the favor, running her palms over his chest, shoulders, and thighs. Paige made extra sure that his cock got a lot of attention.
"How are you feeling today?" he asked, his eyes half shut as she stroked the hard length of him.
"I'm a little sore," she admitted.
Jack tested between her legs with a gentle finger. She gasped, but put her foot on the edge of the tub while she steadied herself on his shoulder.
He was gentle. Just his fingertip dusted over her clit. Paige leaned up to kiss him. A blast of cold air hit her as Dean stepped in.
"I don't think we'll all fit," she protested.
"We'll just have to press closer together," Jack said, squirting soap over Dean's cock. "Think you can help him out?"
Paige couldn't believe she was doing this, but she held each man's cock in her hands and tugged on them. Dean was long and thick, curving up a bit. Jack was wide and hard.
Jack's finger was getting to be unbearable and she shifted. "Too much," she panted.
"Sorry, baby.” Jack kissed her.
Dean teased soapy fingers around her backside. He tickled over the rim and tapped his finger over her hole. She gripped them tighter and pulled on their cocks faster. Dean pushed her wet hair off her shoulder and sucked on her neck. Jack lathered up her breasts, rubbing his palms over her nipples. Her body twitched and shook as that familiar desire ran through her.
"I'm going to fuck you," Dean growled. "But I want you to suck on Jack while I do it."
"I'll drown," she said, increasing her pace on their cocks.
