Page 10 of The Handy Men
"Oh," she moaned. Her voice echoed back to her and she flinched. She usually wasn't this loud. Fuck it. She was the only one here. "Yes!" she cried out, moving the vibrator through her slick folds while she imagined Jack fucking her. "Yes, Jack!"
Paige quivered, feeling naughty. "Fuck me, Jack. There. Right there."
Her body arched upward, rising to meet a phantom lover. Her limbs trembled as the little device sent vibrations through her. But she didn't want to forget Dean, talented, toned Dean. He had to have his turn. In her fantasy, after Jack had his way with her, he let Dean have her. Once Dean lifted her up into his arms, she wrapped her legs around him. He pressed her against the walls of the pavilion and fucked her hard, making the flimsy building shudder and shake, as if he was going to fuck her through the wall. Paige pictured herself burying her face in his neck as his big body pleasured her.
Slipping the vibrator inside, she pretended it was Dean. "Dean, please," Paige moaned. "Harder. Fuck me harder. Oh Dean. Oh yes." She screamed as her orgasm took control over her body, curling up into the fetal position and letting the buzzing shake through her.
When the wave of pleasure faded, she turned off the vibrator. Her feelings of fulfillment crept away to melancholy. How fucked up was it to masturbate while thinking about your gay friends? How the hell was she ever going to face them tomorrow?
* * *
Paige was talking to Mrs. Sundby when Jack and Dean showed up the next morning.
"We're going to start on the third floor," Jack said, brushing a kiss on her cheek as he walked by. Her nipples tightened as a flash of her fantasy came to her. Hard on the heels of the unexpected arousal, she nearly swooned when Dean also kissed her. She had half turned her face to him before she realized what she was doing. And his lips brushed her lips instead of her cheek.
He grinned at her. "Good morning, sunshine." He held up a bag of doughnuts. "Is the coffee on?"
Nodding, Paige was at a loss for words for a moment. He had no idea he had just rocked her world with that little kiss. It took a moment before Mrs. Sundby's words penetrated the thick fog of desire that had come over her.
"So I told him that if he wanted to keep my business, he would have to take down his signs."
"Good for you," Paige said, not wanting to let Mrs. Sundby know that she hadn't been listening.
It seemed to work. Mrs. Sundby beamed at her. "Your parents would be so proud of you. I bet they can't wait to see what you've done with the place."
The smile froze on Paige's face. "Yeah, can't wait."
They actually wanted a progress report, which she'd been putting off because it wasn't as if they were her shareholders and she had to present her budget to the board of directors. But they acted like that. The last time she outlined her plans, her father had nickel and dimed her about shopping around for cheaper help. She didn't want cheaper help. She wanted her friends. She wanted Jack and Dean. The real reason her parents didn't want her hiring Jack and Dean was because they didn't agree with their lifestyle, but Paige didn't give a shit. And her parents didn't like that one bit.
"I should get going," Paige said, hoping Mrs. Sundby would get the hint.
"Your bed and breakfast is going to really help with the tourist traffic this year."
She wasn’t sure how her ten rooms would make a difference one way or the other, but it was nice to hear some support anyway.
"Are you booked solid?"
She wasn't even booked through the summer. "I have a few more openings," Paige hedged. "I'm full for the month of June and July. It's going to be here before you know it." The house was sound. The air conditioning was holding, and so far the plumbing was as good as you were going to get on an island. It was just the little things now, she told herself, although it should have been ready a month ago.
Why did she always wait until the last minute to do things?
She should tell Mrs. Sundby that her parents were already here. They were in Paige's head, nagging and chipping away at her confidence.
Mrs. Sundby nodded. "Don't worry, dear, you'll fill the rooms. Just be careful of associating with the wrong people." She gave Paige a significant look.
"What do you mean?" Paige narrowed her eyes at her, knowing she was probably talking about Jack and Dean. She wanted to hear her say it, so she could make sure Mrs. Sundby knew that she wasn't going let homophobic douchebaggery go without calling her out on it.
"Anyway, I need to get going. Zsa Zsa needs her exercise."
At her name, the little Yorkie stood up and stretched. She allowed Mrs. Sundby to walk her down the driveway.
"What did she want?" Dean asked. He was leaning a hip against her counter and drinking a cup of coffee.
Jack was a freak and didn't touch the stuff, but he'd probably come down in a few minutes for a pot of mint tea. Dean had already put the kettle on to boil.
"The usual gossip. John thinks someone is pulling his lobster parts."
"Pots," Dean corrected.
