Jonah is pushing away the edge of my bra, as he starts to kiss his way to my nipple.
Dean’s mouth is still near my ear as he starts talking again: “I’m so jealous of Jonah right now. I want to take those perfect tits of yours in my mouth. Do you like what he’s doing to you, babe?”
He lets his hand slide under my panties and his fingers find my folds with ease. I’m so aroused my underwear is soaked and I moan as his fingers slide down. He slowly strokes me from my opening to my clit, spreading my wetness.
“She likes it, Jonah,” he grunts, as he slowly rubs my clit.
Jonah works his way up to my jawline again as his hands start rubbing my breasts. My hand lets go of his hair and I start palming him through his pants.
“Yeah?” he asks me. “You like all our hands on you?”
“Yes,” I cry out in a moan as Dean pushes two fingers inside me when I answer. When I realize we’re standing in my freaking kitchen and we probably should take this upstairs, I try to find enough concentration to tell them so. If they keep this up, I don’t care if they ravage me right here, right now. But I’ll probably regret that later when one of the neighbors complains they saw the show.
Jonah rolls my nipple between his fingers and all my nerve endings come to life.
When I hear the back door opening, I open my eyes to see who the hell is coming in. I see Gil standing there, watching us with a gleeful look. Jonah lifts his head and literally growls at the dark haired Dom.
“Don't stop on my account,” he says with a smile. “I don't mind watching.”
For a second, I consider just going on, but the moment is gone. I try to take a step back, but Dean is there. He is taking his hand out of my shorts though, so I guess we’re on the same page. Jonah is putting my clothes back in place so that I’m decent again as he stands up.
“What are you doing here?” I finally manage to say. He holds up a brown bag.
“I brought baked goods for breakfast. Thought you could use it after yesterday.”
Even if I’m still left there with my lady boner, his words make me happy that he interrupted us.
“It was a bet,” Jonah says again. We’re sitting around the table in the dining room, eating all the baked goods Gil brought and drinking coffee. We fell into easy conversation and I’m having a blast.
“I don’t care if it was a bet Jonah, you don’t kiss all the ladies of a bridal party. Especially not if it included the bride!”
The boys laugh at my outrage, but I’m serious. What if it was their girl they were going to get married with and she kissed a stranger? That’s just wrong.
Dean stuffs his mouth with half a muffin before speaking to me. “Trust me baby, they were all over him before we made the bet. Especially the bride.”
“I still think it’s wrong.”
Gil is looking at me while holding his coffee cup. I can see his ringed nose above the cup, and he seems to be smelling the coffee. “You really have morals, don’t you?”
“I’m a bit worried you don’t seem to have them, to be honest.”
This gets me some laughter.
“Is O coming over as well?” I ask nobody in particular.
I expect them to say he’ll be here soon, but I’m met with silence and awkward looks.
“He needed some time alone,” Jonah finally says while not meeting my eye.
He needs some alone time? That’s weird right? These boys are all practically joined at the hip. Having Celia been taken in should only be a relief. I decide to let it go. Who am I to judge people wanting to be alone?
“What are you going to do about your laptop by the way?” Jonah asks.
Ugh. The memory of my laptop being broken into tiny pieces makes me a little queasy. There was so much stuff on there that isn’t on the cloud. Short stories, photos.
“Imma have to go buy a new one. My book is safely filed away in multiple places, so I’ll be able to retrieve that. But I lost a lot of good things. A lot of memories as well.”
“Want me to take you to go buy one today?” Gil asks. “I’m heading back to Kinseltown in a bit anyway. I can see if I can get some of the stuff off your old laptop if you want me to try?”