Jack whistled. “Impressive digs.”
“I’m going to give her a raise. There’s no way she can afford this.”
“Don’t bring up any of that shit right now. I need to get my hands on Win, and if you offend her with whatever shit you’re spewing and she tells us to leave, I’m kicking your ass, too.”
I grinned to myself as I shut off the truck and got out. Jack was in a mood, his desperation for Winnie getting to him. Any other day and I might’ve pushed him just to watch his head spin, but I empathized with him. Even while I laughed at him, I was nearly jogging to beat him to Winnie’s door.
The door screamed when I yanked it open, but I paid it no attention because just inside the truck was Winnie, sitting with her thighs spread and Sawyer’s fingers between them. She blushed and tried to close her legs, but I just reached in and hauled her out. With her over my shoulder, her ass was in the air next to my face and I could smell her arousal. I spanked her once, unable to keep my hands off of her, and then bit her through her pretty dress.
Winnie wiggled and wrapped her arms around my back. Instead of complaining about me holding her, she gripped my pants with both hands and started unbuttoning them. It was an odd angle for her, but the process had her hands rubbing all over my dick.
“Keys?” Jack sounded more animal than man as he paced to the front door. “I’m not interested in showing your neighbors any part of you.”
Winnie grunted when she got my pants undone and then let out an adorable little cheer. “It’s unlocked.”
The three of us all frowned in unison, but she was too busy shoving at my zipper to notice or care. Until Sawyer spoke. “We were already going to talk about how you took off your seatbelt and didn’t put it back on when I told you to, for your own safety. Now? I’m tempted to pull you over my lap and turn that ass red, Win. You don’t lock your fucking door?”
She shivered against me. “It’s a safe neighborhood?”
I followed Jack inside the house and took a second to look around. The furniture was bare, and it looked like someone was either moving in or out. It didn’t feel like Winnie, and I didn’t like it. There wasn’t a single piece of art on the walls, and knowing how much she appreciated art, that didn’t sit right with me either.
“Where’s your bedroom, Win?”
“All the way down the hall to the right. I have the primary suite on the right wing of the house and Birdie has the primary suite on the left wing. It’s too big.”
Jack grunted but didn’t elaborate on his feelings as he continued to lead the way. He pushed open the door to Winnie’s bedroom, and the warm scent of vanilla and cinnamon greeted us. Her room felt like her. It was piled high with pillows and blankets and all types of weird fruit dresses. There were pictures and paintings all over the walls, paintings I would look at when I wasn’t so focused. The massive bed in the middle of the room would’ve been way too large for Winnie all by herself.
Reading my mind, Jack stared at the bed. “Seems like your bed knew you were bringing home company.”
Winnie giggled when I pulled her over my shoulder and slid her down my body. Her hand went straight back to my pants and in a beat, she had it inside and was cupping my dick. “Does anyone want anything to drink?”
Sawyer moved behind her and ran the tip of his nose over her neck. “Do you really have a case of beer?”
I saw her lips pull tight and turn down and laughed at the expression. Her ears even turned blood red when she glanced up at me. Before I could open my mouth and tease her, she wrapped her hand fully around the base of my cock and squeezed.
Sawyer grinned and nipped her shoulder. “What a tricky little kitten.”
Jack took her and pulled her away from us, earning a growl from me, but when he positioned Winnie over the bed with her ass in the air, I forgot why I’d ever complained. He pressed his hips into her from behind and slowly pulled her dress over her ass, baring her sexy peaches and cream flesh and white panties.
“Let’s talk about safety.” He snapped the band of her panties and groaned when she gasped. Slowly, painfully slowly, he rolled them down her ass until they were trapped where his hips weren’t budging. “You live alone with Birdie, baby. You have to lock the door.”
Sawyer spoke under his breath, but we all heard him. “Birdie could probably handle an intruder just fine.”
I bit my lip and watched as Winnie looked back at him over her shoulder. She narrowed her eyes and looked like she was going to lecture him, but before she could, Jack slapped her ass and drew her full attention back to him.
“Lock the door from now on, Winnie.” He smoothed his hand over her ass and rocked his hips into her. “And as much as I love the idea of your mouth on my dick at any time, no more road head. You keep your seatbelt on and your pretty little head safe in case there’s a wreck. Got it?”
There was a bit of grumbling from Winnie’s direction, but when Jack slapped her ass again, she hurriedly agreed. “Okay!”
It occurred to me in that moment that we weren’t acting like a hookup. We were treating her like we had a right to tell her how to handle herself. We were acting like her boyfriends.
I waited for the idea to freak me out, but panic never came. It was something to think about when I didn’t have Winnie eager and willing in front of me.
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Winnie’sasscradledmydick so perfectly that I didn’t ever want to move. Her sexy body was made for my hands to stroke and spank. I ran my hand up her back and took a handful of her hair to pull her up. With her back pressed to my front, I cupped both of her breasts and tilted her head to the side so I could suck the skin just behind her ear.