At Gus’s heated appreciation as he took me in, it seemed I’d chosen well, that his dick was thick in his jeans for me and me alone.
I’d been so worked up when I’d gotten the call earlier. Still was. To say I was horny was an understatement. There was no way Kemp could have known an emergency would have interrupted us, but it had been almost mean to be so turned on, then left to ache all day. I hadn’t lied when I texted them about how wet my panties were.
Even though he’d been the only one who’d come, it was reassuring to know Gus was—once again? Still?—just as… eager as I.
Kemp joined us in the entryway. Both wore worn-in jeans, molded oh-so-well to all the right places. Firm butts, muscular thighs, ridiculously large dicks. Kemp had on a plaid flannel shirt, Gus a black t-shirt. Both were barefooted. God, even their feet were sexy.
“Your dog’s staring at the fish tank,” Kemp said, thumbing over his shoulder, but he had his eyes on me. On my lips, specifically.
“She’s not my dog,” I countered.
“I think she disagrees. You should name her. It’ll make it easier for all of us.”
I rolled my eyes. “Fine. Buster. Daisy. Spot.”
Kemp stepped closer, ran his fingers along the edge of my hair. His attention was focused there as he responded. “How about Honey? She’s well trained. A sweet dog, but probably not as sweet as your pussy. My mouth’s watering to get a taste.”
Heat flared low in my belly, but all of a sudden, I thought about what we were going to do. I’d fantasized about being with more than one man, masturbated to it. Recognized I needed it. But it had been just that, a fantasy. Now, it was really going to happen.
I got nervous, butterflies in my belly. My nerves must have showed, because he added, “You look like a wild mustang ready to bolt.”
Gus grinned as he closed the front door, took my hand and led me into the huge great room. I hoped he couldn’t tell my palms were sweaty. White walls, stained wood trim and floors. Thick beams in the ceiling. Leather furniture and a two-story stone fireplace. It was big, just like they were.
Kemp followed and Poe joined us, coming from a back hallway. He nodded, tucked his hands in the front pockets of his jeans. God, I’d forgotten how big he was; I had to look up at him. A lot.
“Hey,” he said, his voice deep and smooth. His intense stare made me feel naked. Exposed. As if he were holding himself back from… pouncing.
The dog… Honey, was sitting in front of a huge salt water tank. She turned her head to glance at me, but wasn’t all that interested and returned her attention to the bright fish swimming about.
She wasn’t nervous. I was. Really nervous. Lunch with them had been insane. Crazy! And I hadn’t even had anything to eat to really call it lunch. Not only had I told three men—two who I’d never even met before—that I wanted to sleep with them… together, but I’d actually bent over their office kitchen’s counter and shown them my butt. And Gus…god, that had been hot. He’d been too worked up to leave his dick in his pants. My panties had been sticky all day from the cum he’d shot all over the back of the pink fabric.
If I hadn’t gotten that call and run out, I’d have shown them even more. No question. My fingers had been working my panties down when we’d been interrupted. I’d been wet then, and just from the way they’d looked at me, the way they told me what to do. The idea of three men… god, dominating me, handling me roughly, touching me with a fevered need so my busy mind could just shut up had made me so hot. Horny.
I’d been so turned on I’d have let them fuck me, too.
I was so not that kind of girl. Well, I was. Partly. I wanted to sleep with Gus, Kemp and Poe, wanted to listen to Kemp’s deep voice and do what he said, get under Gus again and let Poe handle me with those big hands—and most likely equally big dick—but I’d never done something so naughty within a few minutes of meeting someone.
But I knew Gus. Remembered how it had been and wanted more with him. As for Kemp and Poe, it was ridiculous, but I just knew. I felt the connection, the instant desire, interest and curiosity right away. Trust was required and that had taken time with guys in the past. Lots of it. I always needed a long getting-to-know-you period before I let someone tie me up or even be verbally dominant. I had to be in the right headspace, and I couldn’t do that with someone I didn’t trust implicitly.
How I could do that with these three… immediately, was what was a little overwhelming.
It meant something. This meant something. Something big that I couldn’t think about right now.
All I knew was that I’d been turned on all day, even in the meeting with the mayor. Honey had followed me around the station and into the meeting. It wasn’t every day a dog tagged along and it was a good thing people in Raines were laid back. Thankfully, she’d distracted him enough to miss that I was squirming in my chair.
And the texts they’d sent. Holy shit. All three of them had written, promising I’d come, and had kept my need simmering all day.
“We won’t bite. Not unless you want us to,” Kemp offered.
I huffed out a small laugh combined with a harsh exhale. “Sorry, you’re right, I am nervous,” I told him, but my mind was stuck on the idea of him actually biting me. A little nibble, his teeth scraping across the tip of my nipple. I clenched my core at the thought and my nipples were hard tips pressing against my bra.
Kemp’s curly hair was slightly damp, as if he’d just gotten out of the shower. I took a deep breath to calm my racing heart and got a whiff of a woodsy scent. Soap of some kind. Dark and manly. He hadn’t shaved though, light whiskers covered his square jaw. His easy smile had little wrinkles form by his eyes. I could read people—a skill I’d learned really well working in the District Attorney’s office and dealing with clients who weren’t as innocent as they seemed, then honed during police academy—and it showed he was easy going. Laid back. Yet he seemed to be the most dominant one of the trio.
“You? Nervous? After what you did earlier?” Gus commented, coming close enough to stroke a big hand down my hair.
“What I did? What about you?” I countered. “You’re the one who got to come.”
He only grinned in reply, his white teeth in stark contrast to his dark beard.