Chris jerked into a rigid stance. “Hey! That’s not nice.”
Gwen laughed out loud and reached for his fly. “Here, I’ll help you fix it. Hurry before circulation is cut off.”
“I’ll fix you instead,” Chris growled as he circled her waist and lifted her off her feet, tickling her ribs until she squealed for mercy. Even tussling with her, Julián could see that he was being gentle. This was Chris’s way of distracting her and cheering her up, and it seemed to work.
By the time they were done, Gwen also had a wedgie to work out, and they were locked in a passionate kiss, her feet still suspended over the floor. When she pulled back from him, with rosy cheeks, she looked happier. Chris smiled up at her as she leaned down and closed her mouth over his lower lip and sucked on it like it was a juicy piece of fruit.
“You’re getting me hard doing that and wiggling against me. We need to feed you first before any shenanigans.”
“‘Shenanigans.’ Is that what we’re doing later?”
“Yup,” he replied easily as he set her on her feet.
After they’d helped each other adjust their clothing, they all took seats at the table and enjoyed their meal.
“How does it look over at the Wilson place?” Chris asked as he cut into his New York Strip.
“It’ll keep me busy, for sure, but I know I can handle it. Barring any problems, the evenings should be pretty quiet.” She glanced from one to the other of them. “I’d love your company. It’s pretty quiet up there and I’m sure I’ll get lonely.”
Chris murmured, “You’ll have us to keep you busy in the evenings.”
“Good.” Gwen smiled at Julián from across the table and he startled a little when he felt her little bare foot slide along his inner thigh. He placed a hand in his lap and stroked her instep until she shuddered lightly at the ticklish touch. He got lost in her blue eyes as she took her last bite of steak, and he recalled what he’d told her he wanted to do to her that evening.
Chris jerked in his seat beside her and she turned her gaze on him and smiled.
“Playing with fire there, darlin’,” Chris growled. Julián could see her upper arm as it slowly moved side to side, leading him to believe that she was feeling Chris up as well, all while still sliding her foot up his inner thigh until she reached his crotch. A groan rumbled inside his chest as he rubbed his hardening dick against her flexing toes.
She smiled and bit her lip as she looked from one to the other. “My belly may be full, but my appetite is growing.”
“What are you in the mood for?” Julián asked as he sipped from his beer and slid his fingertips up her ankle inside her jeans, raising gooseflesh with his light touch.
“I want to start with what you said you’d do to me tonight…and we’ll go from there,” she murmured.
Chris stood from the table and stalked to the kitchen to scrape his plate.
Gwen spun in the chair and the disquiet in her voice was plain as she said, “I meant you too, Chris.”
He sauntered back to the table with a toothpick between his lips and braced his hand on his chair as he smiled. “I know, and I can’t wait to get started, darlin’.”
A soft breath left her and she smiled brightly at him. Julián was even encouraged by his self-confidence. She looked him up and down, heat growing in her eyes as she focused for long seconds on the growing bulge at his groin and said, “Bring it on, Captain Caveman.”
Chris burst into laughter then growled at her, lifted her out of the chair. He put her over his shoulder and popped her square on the ass.
“Ow! You brute! Don’t bounce me! Don’t bounce me!” Julián followed them, enjoying the sound of her squealing laughter as he evidently tickled her some more. “I’m gonna pee on you!”
“Better not!” Chris burst into laughter as he carried her into the bedroom.
Julián watched as Chris undressed her and tickled the bottoms of her feet, pleased that they’d distracted her from her worries. He planned for them to keep her distracted for the rest of the evening.
Later in the shower, she stood between them under the spray and rested her cheek against Julián’s chest while they washed her hair. “I know I can handle it, guys.”
Chris massaged her scalp, and she moaned as she tilted her head back in his hands. “Darlin’, we know you can handle it. It’s a question of preparation. Do you trust us?”
“Of course.” The assurance in her voice was encouraging. Julián groaned, along with Chris, as she wrapped her hands around both of their hardened cocks. He’d been aching for her the whole time they’d pleasured her on the bed and now his shaft tingled as she touched him, swiping her thumb across the supersensitive underside of the head. For a moment he forgot what they’d been talking about.