Page 22 of The Handy Men
She blinked at him.
Jack and Dean returned to their positions around the board while Paige tried to gather her scattered wits. Was that just a question or an offer? She tried to control her breathing while they rolled the dice. Things got back to normal after a few rounds, even as the storm raged on around them.
Jack even got lucky and scored all three of the orange properties. Now, things were going to get cutthroat. Dean was down on his luck, having to pay Paige for Vermont Avenue and then getting caught on St. James.
"A thousand smackeroonies," Jack crowed. "Pay up, bitch."
Dean riffled through his dwindling stack of cash. "How about five hundred dollars and a kiss?"
Jack scoffed. "Can you believe this guy, Paige?" He jerked his thumb at his husband.
"How about you, Paige?" Dean asked. "If you give me five hundred dollars, I'll kiss you."
Paige's eyes went wide and she immediately looked at Jack. "Is that all right with you?"
Jack shrugged. "I think you're overpaying."
"Oooh, snap," Dean said.
"Especially when he uses phrases like that." Jack rolled his eyes.
Paige held up an orange five-hundred-dollar bill and fanned herself with it. Did she dare? It was just a kiss and Jack didn't seem to mind. "Okay." She laughed, handing over the money.
"Payment up front, huh?" Jack said. "I would have waited until after, just to make sure he doesn't cheat you on that kiss."
She was pretty sure it was going to be worth the fake money no matter what happened. However, rather than leaning over the board and giving her a quick peck on the lips, Dean stood up and came around to her. Pulling her to her feet, he whispered, "I've been wanting to do this for a long time."
Paige clung to his shoulders as his head dipped down. Exhilaration met with panic in the brief moment when she looked up at him, but his smile was familiar and his eyes full of warmth. Dean's mouth was hot and wet on hers, kissing like he was on a mission to make her come with just a kiss. Parting her lips, he swept his tongue inside her mouth. Her breath caught. This had to be a dream.
She kissed him back with equal fervor when he hauled her against him. Straining up on her tiptoes, she pressed against every inch of his hard body. She was so hungry for him it was almost comical. The kiss could have lasted minutes or seconds. Paige lost all sense of time and reason being held tight against his muscled body.
"You should probably come up for air," Jack said sardonically.
Paige startled and would have pushed away, but Dean tightened his grip and continued to plunder her mouth. Clamping his hand on her ass, he ground into her. The blissful surge of desire made her melt against him. She wanted to ride that hard bulge until she came. Eventually, Dean eased up. He gradually let her go, helping her back down to the floor when her knees wobbled.
"Your turn," he said to Jack.
"Yes, it is."
Touching her puffy lips, she looked up at Jack. He winked and rolled the dice. They went around the board a few times, while she felt like she was in a daze. Her entire body was buzzing. Jack and Dean acted perfectly normal and Paige would have thought she had imagined the whole thing, except they were both hard and not hiding the fact at all. As for herself, she felt like squirming. Her bra was too tight. Her panties were soaked. She didn't know what to do with herself.
Then, Dean landed on St. James Place.
"You're in luck," Jack said. "It's only nine hundred and fifty dollars."
Paige had her last five-hundred-dollar bill in her hand already.
"But you can blow me instead.” Jack unbuttoned his shorts and pulled them completely off. He hadn't been wearing underwear. It was so unfair that Paige had seen his cock so many times without being able to touch. Up close, he was thick and large. She licked her lips, desire pooling into her core.
Crawling over to his husband, Dean licked up his shaft.
"See," Jack said to her. "You should have held out for more."
Dean gripped his lover's cock and then slid it in his mouth.
Paige let out a startled gasp.
Jack groaned. "He's really good at oral." He ran his fingers through Dean's short hair. "You would have liked him between your legs. Remember that for next time.” Jack winked and then threw his head back. "Fuck, that's fantastic."
