Page 4 of The Handy Men
When Dean forced his head closer, Jack groaned.
"I'm coming," Dean gritted out.
Jack gripped Dean's hips and encouraged him to fuck his throat.
She should run back outside and forget she ever saw this. But she couldn't tear her eyes away from Jack's muscled back and fine ass. Paige’s nerve endings were on fire. Her breath was coming in short, hot pants and a trickle of sweat tickled down her chest. Dean's growls played up and down her spine until her knees trembled. She shouldn't be this turned on, but she was about to melt into the floor.
Dean snarled when he came. His head snapped up, and she stepped away from the small opening. Pressing back against the wall, she tried to quiet her breathing to keep from being caught. They might get mad. Her heart pounded so loud she was afraid they could hear it. Her head swam and she closed her eyes to get some semblance of control, but the images of Jack and Dean together were burned on her eyelids.
She should go. She needed to go. They were her friends. They trusted her. But what if someone else stumbled on them? Someone who didn’t think this was the sexiest thing they ever saw? Should she stand guard outside? Paige bit her lip, torn between her raging hormones and the need to be a decent person and walk away.
"You liked that?" Jack asked.
"You know I did," Dean said in a husky voice.
"Good. Get that ass over here."
Paige heard a slap and a grunt.
"Use a lot of lube. I want you to fuck me hard," Dean said.
Holy shit.
Her knees wobbled. Paige had to give them privacy. She had no right to spy on them. Still, her legs wouldn’t move. A condom wrapper crinkled open.
"I like how eager you are," Jack said in that deep growly voice that soaked her panties. "You couldn’t wait until we got home, could you?"
"I wanted to try out the new beds," Dean said, his voice tight. "But you wouldn’t let me."
Oh wow, the thought of them having sex in her inn turned her insides to jelly.
The smack of their bodies started out slow.
Dean let out a long moan. "Fuck. You feel good."
"Take it," Jack grunted, and the sound of them colliding came faster.
Paige listened, her eyes closed and her breathing shallow. The hard smack of their bodies echoed and she felt the impact when the pavilion shook. She couldn't stop herself and eased around so she could look in again. His eyes closed in bliss, Dean was bent over, with one knee on the bench, those strong hands gripping the wood to keep his balance. Jack was behind him, his cock drilling into Dean. It was unbelievably hot. Two muscled men going at it like they couldn't get enough of each other. Too bad there wasn't any room for her in the changing room—or that relationship for that matter.
Fascinated, she watched Jack's talented cock while she traced the outline of her nipple. His sleek, hard length penetrated Dean with a calculated rhythm. She had been wrong. Jack fucked like a man on a mission, instead of being out of control. In and out, deeper with each thrust. Paige's hips moved as if he was fucking her instead of his husband. Her breathing became ragged and her skin flushed. Unbuttoning her pants, she eased her hand inside her panties. So wet.
Spreading her legs wide, she imagined Jack pumping into her like that, like he would die without it. Her fingers were drenched, but she didn't care about the slick noises she was making. Jack's grunts as he pounded into Dean masked any other noise.
Dean hissed and arched his back. Reaching down, he fisted his cock and jerked it fast.
"Yeah, make yourself come."
Paige pretended Jack was talking to her.
Dean's cock was thick. She licked her lips while looking at him tugging on it, his eyes still closed in pleasure.
The rough slap of their bodies set her over the edge, and she had to move away as she rubbed herself furiously. She came so hard she saw stars.
Jack was breathing heavier and his voice lowered even more. The bass of it made her abused clit tremble. "I'm coming."
"Me, too," Dean moaned.
Paige's eyes went wide. She had to get out of here before they caught her. Grabbing the lasagna, she hurried out of the pavilion, praying her feet wouldn't hit any creaking boards.
