“You want to sell the house, don't you?” I glanced at my watch. “I thought you'd like my quick pace, being from back east and all. We were supposed to meet her about ten minutes ago.”
She stood abruptly then, her mind already working. Well, not completely since she stood there with a plug in her ass, her skirt about her waist and her panties around her ankles. “Are you serious? We did… that while you knew we had a meeting with the Realtor?”
I grinned. “Damn right. Sally won't mind. Want me to take that plug out or do you want to leave it in?”
She stiffened then, remembered herself. Glancing over her shoulder, she flushed a bright pink. Fuck, she looked good in pink. All over.
“Here, let me help.” I fixed her bra, then her blouse. Turning her about, I carefully pulled the plug from her, grabbed a tissue and set it on the desk. Grabbing another tissue, I reached between her legs to clean her up. She swatted my hands away.
“I can do that.”
“I know you can, doll, but it’s my job to take care of you. If I made you messy, then I need to clean you up.”
When her eyes couldn’t meet mine, I kissed her forehead. Tossing the tissue in the trash, I watched as she reached down to tug up her panties.
“Oh no. Those belong to me now.” I held out my hand and watched as various emotions flit across her face. Surprise, embarrassment, menace. I didn't say a word, just waited. It was a battle of wills and when she huffed, I knew I'd won. At least this fight.
She pursed her lips and stared daggers at me.
“Want another spanking? I know how much you’ll like it. But then we’d be even later.”
That stirred her into action, lifting one foot then the other and dropping the minuscule panties in my open palm, then working her skirt down her hips. “She’s going to know what we did.”
“By the just fucked look on your face? Absolutely.”
I could have sworn she growled at me, stomped out of the office and slammed the door on the tiny powder room. When I heard the water running, I had to laugh as I tucked her panties in my pocket. Fuck, she was perfect.
When she came out a minute late
r, she was all set to rights, although she did have that soft, sated glow about her. Hell, I knew I had a shit eating grin of a well fucked man.
“Isn’t she going to be mad waiting for us?”
“You’re one of those who hates to be late, aren’t you?” When she just gave me the death stare, I added, holding my hands up in front of me, “Sally has lunch at the same time and the same place every weekday.”
Besides being a good Realtor, Sally Martin was also motherly, a ball buster and knew everything about anything going on in town. Including my actions, and probably quite a bit about Katie. She'd also been married for forty years to the mayor and a town vet. While Cara might be able to talk to Katie about being married to two men, she was in that honeymoon stage which was almost syrupy sweet to watch. Sally's marriage was the real deal and had made it the long haul. It was something I wanted Katie to see, to realize that being with two men wasn't just a one night stand, but could endure.
With every button she’d done up, her walls went up again. It was almost a tangible thing and I couldn't help but grin.
“She's going to know,” she repeated.
I took in her flushed cheeks, her red lips, her tousled hair. Anyone looking at her would know she just got fucked, and well. I didn't think it was a good thing to say anything more if I wanted to keep my balls, so I just took her hand and tugged her out of my office and down the street.
***
CATHERINE
Sam did a really good job of fucking my thoughts right out of my head. As he led me down Main Street I realized he'd mentioned sharing a wife with Jack. Not sharing me. A wife. When a man uses that word… ever, it's a big deal. No guy ever tossed it out there, especially if it pertained to them. But Sam was so casual about it, as if he really wanted a wife to share his life with—and his cousin.
What we were doing together wasn't a big deal. Sure, I'd never had a threesome before, never had a guy fuck me over his desk either while his cousin listened in on speaker phone. Never had a bejeweled plug in my ass. None of this bossy shit that seemed to make me ruin my panties—before I was forced to hand them over.
For me, it was a big deal on the 'ways I've had sex' scale, but it was casual. Fine, it wasn’t a one night stand. It was a short term, week-long fuck fest. I was going to go back to New York with my orgasm quota checked off for the year. That was it. I didn't have time for anything else. I didn't want anything else. Did I?
Jack and Sam were nothing like Chad. They were gentlemen, albeit horny ones. They held doors, made sure I was safe, even made sure I came first, even if that involved a finger or a plug in my ass. God, I could feel the remnants of that play as we walked down the street.
The chemistry was off the charts, that whole butt play proving it, and… well, they were just nice guys. Hot, horny, dominant, nice guys. They made me think about things I never considered before. Living in Montana, two men, hell, a whole new life. No. My life was in New York in that corner office, not between them in bed. I pushed those thoughts to the back of my mind and focused on getting Charlie's house sold.
Turned out, Swan's Diner was only a block away from Sam's office. It sat on the corner of Main and Hogan, where the only stoplight in town—in the county, probably—was situated. The building, like all others, was old and brick. The interior didn't have the polish The Barking Dog did. Like Charlie's house, it hadn't been updated since the seventies. The booths were red, the counters white with gold sparkle in them. There was even a jukebox in the corner. Smells of coffee and grilled onions were strong when we entered and Sam steered me toward the back. It took a few minutes to get to Sally's table since Sam had to shake hands and say hello to everyone on the way. He knew everyone and he'd made introductions, although they all knew me, whether by the gossip mill or remembering me from when I was kid visiting Charlie. There was Bob, the man who ran the feed store. Miss Mary, Sam's pre-school teacher—yes, she had to be ninety-seven. Karl, the long haul trucker.