He grabbed her chin and kissed her hard. “Wait until Landon and Dane get to play with you.”
“What?” She smiled harder but didn’t press the question further. If she trusted Tucker, she trusted the other two even more. She’d do anything they wanted just for the experience of submitting and group sex. Three men! It was a theme in any sexual fantasy or dream yet always the one she dismissed as impossible. Tucker must’ve seen that page marked in her book, too.
“Get dressed. We’re going to my place where I can watch what you eat—if you want to lose weight. Hell, we’ll keep your body moving so much you’ll need more calories.” Tucker pinched her ass, but suddenly kissed her mouth. Slow and deep, he took over her body more with his lips on hers than by finding her dirty little secrets in a drawer. He liked her, and it felt so good to be herself fully. She kissed him back, clinging for more until he pulled away.
There was one question she couldn’t resist asking. “So the super wet orgasm didn’t bother you? I always thought men would find it gross.”
“Did you ever ask one?”
She looked away. “One time. In college. The guy was adventurous and not from Lucky Springs so I felt sort of anonymous. He thought I had to be peeing.”
“Idiot. Don’t worry. You don’t need to hide your books or toys anymore. I want to know all of your fantasies.” He tucked her hair behind her ears.
She reached for her shirt and cargo pants then changed her mind. “Any particular way you want me to dress for you guys?”
Tucker smiled. “Good question. A dress and heels would be better than hiding your body.
Get ready for that wedding.”
Nodding, she went into her closet in search of something she owned that looked a little sexy. She couldn’t be the town slut, with her dad being the mayor and all. That was her mom’s constant lecture all Angie’s life. Her dad had always been in town politics of some kind. Angie had a few slinky summer dresses in the back of her closet that her mother had pronounced too short to be decent. Her pussy throbbed at the idea of wearing them for three men.
She should’ve cheated on her diet a lot earlier!
Chapter Two
Lounging on the couch, Dane rested his head on Landon’s shoulder as they watched TV.
Dane checked the clock. It was getting late. Tucker had just gone out to check on Ang and grab a pizza. One of those things had gone wrong.
“Call him,” Landon said without Dane asking the question. They’d been together forever and could read each other like a book. Landon understood Dane worried about the group. That didn’t mean Dane didn’t love his time alone with Landon. They had their weekly fix, and Tucker never got jealous.
Dane leaned up and kissed Landon cheek. His reddish brown hair and green eyes always made Dane feel lucky, as if he had his own sexy leprechaun. Somehow, he’d fallen for a white guy—actually two, but Landon was his first and what they had was special.
By the time Dane got his phone out, he heard Tucker’s car in the driveway. Landon shrugged, and they both watched the door. Tucker was predictable and a planner. Late meant there was a story. Dane snuggled back with Landon now that the concern was gone.
When Angie walked through the front door wearing a skimpy blue dress and high heels, the men exchanged a smile. Dane felt the bubble of arousal deep inside. He knew Landon felt it, too. She was the one who’d stood by them in high school. A gay interracial couple meant taunting at school and confused parents at home. Dane’s family had really struggled with him dating a white guy. Accepting their bisexuality had taken longer. Throw in the submissive play, and things weren’t so simple.
Dane loved having Tucker in his life. Tucker had confidence and took the lead. The way Angie was looking at Dane and Landon, Dane suspected Tucker had worked his magic on the sexy blonde once already.
“Hi guys,” she said.
“Hey,” they answered.
Tucker carried in two large pizzas and nodded toward the kitchen. “What are you two staring at? Let’s eat.”
Dane grabbed plates while Landon got the drinks. “Sweet tea or something else, Ang?”
“Tea is good.” She stood nervously and stared at the boxes.
“Sit down and eat.” Tucker pulled out a chair for her.
She shook her head. “I can’t eat that. You promised to help me lose weight so I’ll look good for the wedding.”
Dane stepped in behind Ang and grabbed her hips playfully. He turned her to the left and right. His hands slid up her waist to either side of her breasts, and he cupped them. He’d been one of her gay boyfriends, harmless and fun, for years. They’d seen each other naked, but now, it would be different. “You don’t need to lose an ounce. We keep telling you that.”