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Paige wasn’t sure what he meant until he spread her ass cheeks.
“Jack,” she gasped as he tickled around her rim.
“I want you to picture it.” He gently rubbed circles in time with Dean’s slow thrusts.
Dean helped grip her cheeks open and he shifted on his side. He kissed her slow too. It was so good that when Jack pushed his finger a little inside her, she squirmed but didn’t protest.
“Picture Dean’s cock in your sweet pussy and mine in your ass.”
Paige rocked back on his fingers, instinctively. Jack chuckled. “Soon.”
He played with her ass and kept it there when Dean’s slow love making made her come. Paige felt filled up, sexed out, and satisfied. Dean made love to Jack next while Paige kissed Dean and rubbed Jack to orgasm. As always, the night passed with loving caresses and deep pleasure. When they fell asleep she wasn’t sure where she ended and the guys began.
Stephanie couldn't have this. She gave it up. They were all Paige's now, and Paige was all theirs.
11
By the time Friday rolled around, one of her college-aged maids quit because her mom didn't want her to work in a place like the Nutmeg Inn. Paige had one cancellation on the answering machine because the guest's kid got sick. The coffee maker broke, and she had to throw out three gallons of milk because they went bad—even though the “use by” date on them wasn't for another two weeks. And to top it all off, her parents were coming in tonight.
Paige was glad it was a sunny day, because if there was a thunder shower, she'd be staying indoors all day for fear she'd get hit by lightning. She rode her bike into town to pick up some replacement milk. She'd send Jack or Dean to the mainland tonight to pick up more from Stop and Shop, but this gallon would get her through the rest of the day.
Until Jack or Dean fixed the Keurig, she could use her coffee press, but she wasn't sure what she was going to do about replacing the maid. Maybe she'd set her mom to work. The image of her prim and pristine mom scrubbing the toilet was almost too much to bear.
Of course on her way back from the store, her bike tire went flat. She called Jack's number, but there wasn't an answer, so she tried Dean, who picked up at the very last second.
"Hey, baby," he said.
Despite her really shitty day, just hearing his voice made her feel better. "Can you grab my car keys and come pick me up? I've got a flat and I don't feel like walking the bike back with a gallon of milk slowly going bad in my basket. I'm on Main Street, but I think I'm going to duck into The Clam Shack for an early lunch. Want to join me? I couldn't get a hold of Jack."
"The Clam Shack?” Dean sounded a little alarmed. "No, don't go there. They had a bunch of bad clams. People got really sick. I'll pick you up at Cinnamon."
"That doesn't sound like a bad idea. I'm all for cake and coffee instead of dysentery. Okay, I'll try to save you a slice of the blueberry buckle. But I'd hurry, just in case."
"Will do," he said, with a sigh of relief.
Pushing her bike along, she paused outside The Clam Shack. Too bad. Their clam strips and fries made life worth living. Putting down the kickstand, she hauled her gallon of milk with her as she decided to give Mr. Perkins, the owner, her condolences.
The hostess wasn't at the door and there was a Seat Yourself sign by the dining area. This place was going to be packed to the gills soon. There was a beautiful view of the ocean, and for happy hour they got a steel drum band so you could pretend you were in Jamaica instead of off the coast of Connecticut.
A familiar laugh caught her attention and she swung her head to see Jack. He was eating lunch, clam strips by the look of it, with Stephanie.
Oh shit.
Ducking out before they could see her, she hurried back to her bike. Dean had lied to her and Jack hadn't answered his phone because he'd been with Stephanie. That's not what you did when your girlfriend called. That's what you did when you didn't want the woman you were sleeping with to know you were with another woman.
She waited outside of Cinnamon for Dean. The thought of eating anything turned her stomach.
"Did they run out of cake?" Dean asked as he secured her bike on the rack of the car.
Paige shook her head, not bothering to trust her voice.
"What's the matter?" he asked, touching her arm.
"Just take me home, please. I need to get this in the fridge and make sure everything is all right for my parents."
"Sure," Dean said sympathetically.
She was sure he thought her mood was about her parents, and she was content to let him think that while she came to terms with a few things.
