“Don’t stress about that. It’s my job to make you feel safe. I’ll never do anything you don’t want. Be honest with me and it’ll get easier every day.” He pulled her in tight and kissed her hard.
“It’s not hard, but to be honest, I’ve been keeping this side in private, in my house for so long.” Ang wrapped her arms around his neck and held on.
“This house is another safe place. I’ll never ask you to do anything sexual in public. If you want to start something, we’d love it but don’t worry about that.” He massaged her back.
That did make her feel safer with the sex play. The relationship wasn’t just sex; they’d all been friends for too long. Maybe that was why she was so nervous about the development?
While Tucker wasn’t big on admitting his feelings, she saw it in Dane and Landon’s posture as well as Tucker’s eyes. It was more than kinky sex and she needed that because she was already getting very attached to the idea of these men in her life.
Tucker yawned and Angie nuzzled his chest. The big hunk of man underneath her rolled toward the other men. She found herself sandwiched between Dane and Tucker. Lots of hands were on her as she fell back asleep.
Chapter Three
Finishing off his eggs, Landon watched Angie sipping her coffee innocently. She looked anything but innocent in that little dress. Later, they’d take her to get her things. It had been an interesting night of kissing and snuggling all around. Somehow, a woman made things feel permanent in a way men never could.
At least, for them. He loved Dane and Tucker, but it wasn’t complete without her.
Landon put his dish in the sink, and everyone else followed along. It was Tucker’s turn to do the dishes, but Angie had to hop in on the chore schedule, too. “I think Ang might want to get her chores done early since she’s running off for wedding stuff later. She can do the dishes,” Landon said.
Tucker shook his head. “My turn. Don’t drag our guest into work until she’s permanently staying.”
“Wow, you guys take chores seriously. It’s only dishes. I’m not above filling a dishwasher and doing my part.” She reached for the door.
“No, it’s broken, and we’ve never gotten around to fixing it. We have to do them by hand.” Landon tossed Tucker a dishtowel.
Landon and Dane watched as Tucker got to work, but Ang stayed close to him. Tucker whipped some bubbles at her as the sink filled with hot water. Her expression was playful, but there was a hint of seriousness in her forehead. As much of a pain as Angie’s family was, they were rich and powerful. Odds were this was her first time washing dishes by hand so it was good for her to learn.
“You guys always watch whoever washes the dishes?” she asked.
“It’s a nice view. You keep teasing us with that ass, and Tucker might get the wrong idea.” Landon nodded to Tucker.
Tucker was hard already, and Landon could tell. All of the men were turned on looking at Ang with bubbles.
“You guys like to make chores more fun?” She leaned forward and turned off the water, making sure her ass was up in the air and those creamy thighs stayed tight.
“Let’s wash fast and get to the fun. They want a show.” Tucker worked on the plates while Angie scrubbed silverware.
Landon leaned over and rubbed Dane’s growing member as they watched her rinse forks and get ever wetter. Dane freed Landon’s cock and stroked him while the others were still washing.
She looked back and blushed at them. “It’s that hot?”
“Never had a rich society girl washing our dishes.” Landon leaned over and kissed Dane.
“What doesn’t turn you guys on?” She wiped her hands on the dishtowel.
“We could ask you the same thing.” Tucker grabbed protection, opened his fly and slid up behind her, running his hands under her skirt so everyone could see. No panties but such warm curves. They could get lost in her.
“Here?” she asked.
“You want to obey and do what you’re told, right?” Dane asked.
“Yes, please. Come over here. All of you!” she begged.
They chuckled. “Not this time. They get to watch now. You watched them last night,”
Tucker said.
Angie trembled, and Tucker wrapped his arms around her hips and lifted her up and onto his cock. She grabbed the sink and a plate slipped. Tucker didn’t stop, thrusting in and out of her tight cunt as her breasts pressed to the counter. She held on, and her hips worked with him.
There were bubbles in her hair as she slipped on the wet counter, and he filled her again.
She muffled her moans as Tucker fucked her faster.