James had all eyes on Gabe while Lauren glanced at the guys and then at me. Her bright red lips stretched into a knowing grin. “Well, well, well. I can’t remember the last time all three of you have been here together. What caused this meeting of the minds?”
Beck shook his head and winked at me. “If you’re still here when Win leaves her desk in a minute, you’re going to be forced to deal with the public, Lauren.”
She paused, clearly debating her options. The back of her head disappearing down the hallway was her answer.
“James. This is Winnie’s best friend, Gabe. Gabe, this is one of my best photographers, James Wolderman.” Beck moved behind the desk with me as he introduced the two men. While they were focused on each other, he leaned down and spoke quietly against my ear, his lips brushing my skin. “My office, Win. Now.”
30
Sawyer
Icouldn’tkeepmyeyes off of Winnie as I followed her into Beck’s office. Her ass swayed in the pretty pink dress she wore, and it took everything in me to not reach out and remind myself of just how soft her curves really were. Her hair was in a high ponytail that did nothing to calm my dick down. It would wrap around my fist so easily as she took me into her mouth. It drove me crazy to know I hadn’t been there yet.
Normally, I was a civilized human being who could make it through the day without getting hard twenty times at just the thought of a woman. I didn’t normally feel the insane need to take everything from a woman that she had to give. But sex had never been so crazy. There was something different with Winnie. Of course, Jack and Beck felt it, too.
Beck held the door open for us and then closed it behind Jack. He’d strategically left Gabe with James. The two men were making eyes at each other over Winnie’s desk, and I couldn’t be happier for them, especially if it got us a moment alone with Winnie.
She turned to face us, the front of her dress as innocent and delicate as any of the other dresses she wore. She really did look like an angel. Her eyes moved over each of us as she twisted her hands together in front of herself, seemingly unaware of the way the move pushed her tits out. “So…”
I closed the gap between us and pulled her into my chest. Looking for any hesitation in her deep brown eyes, I stroked one hand down to her ass and smiled. “A hug is sweet, but it’s not a proper hello.”
Winnie’s lips parted just before I kissed her. I felt the way she curled into my chest and tasted her mouth, taking my time. Her lips opened to mine and moved to match my pace. The way she let me control the kiss made me want to rip her dress up and make her come a hundred times. She was pure sweetness wrapped in a package made for sin.
I gripped her ass in both hands and lifted her so she was wrapped around my body. I felt her hesitation and knew she was panicking because I was holding her up. I wasn’t entertaining that bullshit, though, so I deepened the kiss and flexed my fingers over her ass cheeks.
Out of nowhere, Winnie pulled back and disengaged from my hold. She dropped to the floor and backed away, licking her lips and staring at me like she wanted to climb back up. When I stepped towards her, she held up her hand, though. “This… This is crazy.”
Beck appeared at my side. “What’s crazy, Win?”
She pressed her fingers to her mouth and tried to run her other fingers through her hair, but it was pulled back. She frowned and then tightened her fingers into a fist. “This. Kissing you, Sawyer. Sleeping with all of you. What is happening?”
Jack appeared at my other side. “Which part is throwing you off?”
Her eyes widened. “I just made out with Sawyer in front of you! I had sex with you in your shop just a few days ago. I keep waiting on the three of you to move on, but you keep coming back, and I don’t know what’s going on. I feel like any minute, the bottom is going to fall out and someone is going to tell me I’m being pranked. None of this makes sense. I made it three decades without men coming after me and now, out of nowhere, three of the most handsome and successful men I’ve ever met all want me? I think I hit my head.”
Jack opened his mouth to reply, anger clear on his face, but Winnie wasn’t done.
“Is Henry okay? I mean, speaking of hitting heads.”
The change of subject threw Jack. “Henry? Uh… Yeah, he’s fine. We’re not talking about Henry, though. We’re talking about you.”
Beck growled. “And how you can’t seem to understand how fucking incredible you are. We all want you. Get over that. Roll around it, bathe in it, do whatever you have to do, but get over it. We want you. We’re all awkwardly bumping around each other, trying to see who will get to have your attention next. We aren’t responsible for the stupid fucking men in your past, Win.”
I crossed my arms over my chest. “You’re like a fucking drug, Win. If you can’t see that, you should let us help you see what we see when we look at you. Let us show you how crazy you’re making us.”
Winnie wrapped her arms around herself and chewed on her lip. Her brows were pinched, and she looked like she could cry at any second. “What does that look like? What do you want? I’m confused.”
Jack looked at me and then Beck. I could see the gears turning in his head as he worked out whatever he wanted to say. “I don’t know the particulars, but we’re all adults. We want you. You want us, if I’m not mistaken.”
Winnie hesitated and then nodded.
“So far, things have just happened. The night at Church, the day at the shop. I say we just let things happen organically.”
Beck rubbed his beard. “Do you want us each individually, Win? Or do you want it like the night at Church?”
I watched her eyes glaze over and saw the way her fingers clutched her sides more tightly. She looked down at her feet as she spoke quietly. “I like both.”
My dick went full mast, painfully hard instantly, and I rocked back on my heels. She liked both. One-on-one and three-on-one. My head exploded with images of Winnie spread out between the three of us, and I knew it worked for me. I’d take her any way I could have her, but what she wanted, all three of us—there was something especially hot about it.