Page 5 of The Handy Men
Twenty minutes later, she was sitting at the ferry station when she saw them walk up. They held hands and laughed. She forced a smile. They were such a happy couple, and she was so damned alone. Fred would never have dared having sex anywhere outside of a bedroom. Paige wanted so desperately to have an adventure, but she was too old. Too ordinary.
They looked like two satiated lions, sleepy but still dangerous. She wondered if they had any straight friends they could set her up with. Stifling a sigh of longing, she looked her fill before they noticed her. What she wouldn't give for someone to love her like that.
Dean saw her first, and she adjusted her face to a pleasant expression. Her cheeks must be flaming red, but at least they wouldn’t know why. Her knees trembled as she stood up to greet them.
"Paige,” Jack said. "What are you doing here?"
"I made lasagna," she said inanely. "To thank you two for being so nice this morning."
"Thanks.” He grinned. He was so damned sexy, she was losing her mind. All she could think about was his cock and how he had fucked Dean. God help her, he was coming closer. "You're so sweet to think of us." He kissed her check.
Her eyelids fluttered shut and she swayed into him. He smelled sweet and clean, like he had just showered.
"Are you okay?" Dean tilted her chin up and pressed a kiss to her nose.
Oh, the little kisses were going to be the death of her. But she loved the intimacy. Craved it almost as much as the rough sex. She savored the warmth of their bodies and felt a pang of guilt at spying on them. But she wanted Dean to grab her head and hold her there while he kissed her passionately.
"I'm great," she croaked. "The inn is great. You guys are great. I mean, doing a great job." Now she was babbling. Wonderful.
"Do you want to come home with us? I've got a nice bottle of wine to go with this," Jack asked.
Hell yeah.
But she shook her head. "No, I can't. I’ll see you tomorrow." She shouldn't have watched them. Now she could barely even look at them. How could she have spied on them like that? Violated their privacy, just because she was lonely and horny. She bit her lip.
"Hey, come here." Dean enfolded her in his arms and soothed her back with circular strokes. "Are you all right?"
That just made her feel worse, especially since, she could feel him getting hard. What the heck? Surely, she was imagining that.
Nope. It had been awhile, but that was definitely an erection poking into her stomach. And he wasn't making any move to let her go.
Jack came up behind them, the heat of him pressing into her back as well.
"Are you all right, darling?" Jack pushed a strand of hair behind her ear and nuzzled it.
Her knees went weak and almost buckled when his hot breath teased her.
"I'm fine," she squeaked. "Just tired." And I have an overactive imagination. "I'm going to have…" A nervous breakdown. "An early night."
"Are you cold?" he asked. "You're shivering."
Jack pressed in closer, and fuck if he didn't have a hard on also. She just saw these guys go at it not a half hour ago, and they were already ready to go again. Suddenly, she had never been so turned on and comforted at the same time. Pressed between them, she felt like nothing could harm her. With these two at her side, she could do anything.
She had to get out of there before she did something crazy, like beg them to fuck her. Luckily, the ferry blew its whistle as it came into port, and they all sprang back like it had caught them having an orgy.
"You sure?" Dean asked, grabbing her hand as she moved away from them. "You still owe us a chance to get our dignity back after trouncing us in cards last week."
"Yeah." Paige shuffled her feet. She didn't think she could look them in the eyes over dinner. "I've got stuff I need to do." She would never spy on them again, but she would always remember the sound of their bodies and their moans of pleasure. It was getting her worked up just thinking about it. "Have a nice night," she said, waving when Dean reluctantly let her hand go.
"You, too," Jack said, smiling his killer grin.
I doubt it.
Still wrapped in a sensual fog, she walked back to the inn in a daze then got the mail and flipped through it. There was a thick cream-colored envelope forwarded from her old house. Prying it open with her thumb, she pulled out a "Save the Date" announcement. The sales flyer and the local paper dropped to the ground as she read:
Mr. Fred Winterbrook and Ms. Barbie Trenton would like to invite you to celebrate their marriage.
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