The Handy Men Page 2

  She should run back outside and forget she ever saw this. But she couldn’t tear her eyes away from Jack’s muscled back and fine ass. Paige’s nerve endings were on fire. Her breath was coming in short, hot pants and a trickle of sweat tickled down her chest. Dean’s growls played up and down her spine until her knees trembled. She shouldn’t be this turned on, but she was about to melt into the floor.

  Dean snarled when he came. His head snapped up, and she stepped away from the small opening. Pressing her back against the wall, she tried to quiet her breathing to keep from being caught. They might get mad. Her heart pounded so loud she was afraid they could hear it. Her head swam and she closed her eyes to get some semblance of control, but the images of Jack and Dean together were burned on her eyelids.

  She should go. She needed to go. They were her friends. They trusted her. But what if someone else stumbled on them? Someone who didn’t think this was the sexiest thing they ever saw? Should she stand guard outside? Paige bit her lip, torn between her raging hormones and the need to be a decent person and walk away.

  “You liked that?” Jack asked.

  “You know I did,” Dean said in a husky voice.

  “Good. Get that ass over here.”

  Paige heard a slap and a grunt.

  “Use a lot of lube. I want you to fuck me hard,” Dean said.

  Holy shit.

  Her knees wobbled. Paige had to give them privacy; she had no right to spy on them. Still, her legs wouldn’t move. A condom wrapper crinkled open.

  “I like how eager you are,” Jack said in that deep growly voice that soaked her panties. “You couldn’t wait until we got home, could you?”

  “I wanted to try out the new beds,” Dean said, his voice tight. “But you wouldn’t let me.”

  Oh wow, the thought of them having sex in her inn turned her insides to jelly.

  The smack of their bodies started out slow.

  Dean let out a long moan. “Fuck. You feel good.”

  “Take it,” Jack grunted, and the sound of them colliding came faster.

  Paige listened, her eyes closed and her breathing shallow. The hard smack of their bodies echoed and she felt the impact when the pavilion shook. She couldn’t stop herself and eased around so she could look in again. His eyes closed in bliss, Dean was bent over, with one knee on the bench, those strong hands gripping the wood to keep his balance. Jack was behind him, his cock drilling Dean. It was unbelievably hot. Two muscled men going at it like they couldn’t get enough of each other. Too bad there wasn’t any room for her in the changing room—or that relationship for that matter.

  Fascinated, she watched Jack’s talented cock while she traced the outline of her nipple. His sleek, hard length penetrated Dean with a calculated rhythm. She had been wrong. Jack fucked like a man on a mission, instead of being out of control. In and out, deeper with each thrust. Paige’s hips moved as if he was fucking her instead of his husband. Her breathing became ragged and her skin flushed. Unbuttoning her pants, she eased her hand inside her panties. So wet.

  Spreading her legs wide, she imagined Jack pumping into her like that, like he would die without it. Her fingers were drenched, but she didn’t care about the slick noises she was making. Jack’s grunts as he pounded into Dean masked any other noise.

  Dean hissed and arched his back. Reaching down, he fisted his cock and jerked it fast.

  “Yeah, make yourself come.”

  Paige pretended Jack was talking to her.

  Dean’s cock was thick. She licked her lips while looking at him tugging on it, his eyes still closed in pleasure.

  The rough slap of their bodies set her over the edge and she had to move away as she rubbed herself furiously. She came so hard she saw stars.

  Jack was breathing heavier and his voice lowered even more. The bass of it made her abused clit tremble. “I’m coming.”

  “Me, too,” Dean moaned.

  Paige’s eyes went wide. She had to get out of here before they caught her. Grabbing the lasagna, she hurried out of the pavilion, praying her feet wouldn’t hit any creaking boards.

  Twenty minutes later, she was sitting at the ferry station when she saw them walk up. They held hands and laughed. She forced a smile. They were such a happy couple, and she was so damned alone. Fred would never have dared having sex anywhere outside of a bedroom. Paige wanted so desperately to have an adventure, but she was too old. Too ordinary.

  They looked like two satiated lions, sleepy but still dangerous. She wondered if they had any straight friends they could set her up with. Stifling a sigh of longing, she looked her fill before they noticed her. What she wouldn’t give for someone to love her like that.

  Dean saw her first, and she adjusted her face to a pleasant expression. Her cheeks must be flaming red, but at least they wouldn’t know why. Her knees trembled as she stood up to greet them.

  “Paige,” Jack said. “What are you doing here?”

  “I made lasagna,” she said inanely. “To thank you two for being so nice this morning.”

  “Thanks.” He grinned. So damned sexy, she was losing her mind. All she could think about was his cock and how he had fucked Dean. God help her, he was coming closer. “You’re so sweet to think of us.” He kissed her check.

  Her eyelids fluttered shut and she swayed into him. He smelled sweet and clean, like he had just showered.

  “Are you okay?” Dean tilted her chin up and pressed a kiss to her nose.

  Oh, the little kisses are going to be the death of me. But she loved the intimacy. Craved it. She savored the warmth of their bodies and felt a pang of guilt at spying on them. But she wanted Dean to grab her head and hold her there while he kissed her passionately.

  “I’m great,” she croaked. “The inn is great. You guys are great. I mean, doing a great job.” Now she was babbling. Wonderful.

  “Do you want to come home with us? I’ve got a nice bottle of wine to go with this,” Jack asked.

  Hell yeah.

  But she shook her head. “No, I can’t. I’ll see you tomorrow.” She shouldn’t have watched them. Now she could barely even look at them. How could she have spied on them like that? Violated their privacy, just because she was lonely and horny. She bit her lip.

  “Hey, come here.” Dean enfolded her in his arms and soothed her back with circular strokes. “Are you all right?”

  That just made her feel worse, especially since she could feel him getting hard. What the heck? Surely, she was imagining that.

  Nope. It had been awhile, but that was definitely an erection poking into her stomach. And he wasn’t making any move to let her go.

  Jack came up behind them, the heat of him pressing into her back as well.

  “Are you all right, darling?” Jack pushed a strand of hair behind her ear and nuzzled it.

  Her knees went weak and almost buckled when his hot breath teased her.

  “I’m fine,” she squeaked. “Just tired.” And I have an overactive imagination. “I’m going to have…” A nervous breakdown. “An early night.”

  “Are you cold?” he asked. “You’re shivering.”

  Jack pressed in closer, and fuck if he didn’t have a hard-on also. She just saw these guys go at it not a half hour ago, and they were already ready to go again. Suddenly, she had never been so turned on and comforted at the same time. Pressed between them, she felt like nothing could harm her. With these two at her side, she could do anything.

  She had to get out of there before she did something crazy, like beg them to fuck her. Luckily, the ferry blew its whistle as it came into port, and they all sprang back like it had caught them having an orgy.

  “You sure?” Dean asked, grabbing her hand as she moved away from them. “You still owe us a chance to get our dignity back after trouncing us in cards last week.”

  “Yeah.” Paige shuffled her feet. She didn’t think she could look them in the eyes over dinner. “I’ve got stuff I need to do.” She would never spy on them again, but she
would always remember the sound of their bodies and their moans of pleasure. It was getting her worked up just thinking about it. “Have a nice night,” she said, waving when Dean reluctantly let her hand go.

  “You, too,” Jack said, smiling his killer grin.

  I doubt it.

  Still wrapped in a sensual fog, she walked back to the inn in a daze then got the mail and flipped through it. There was a thick cream-colored envelope forwarded from her old house. Prying it open with her thumb, she pulled out a “Save the Date” announcement. The sales flyer and the local paper dropped to the ground as she read:

  Mr. Fred Winterbrook and Ms. Barbie Trenton would like to invite you to celebrate their marriage.

  Chapter Three

  Dean Reynolds pushed his empty plate away from him and unbuttoned his pants. “I swear Paige makes the best lasagna ever.”

  Jack nodded but was brooding into his wine. “I thought she’d come home with us. Are you sure she was watching us in the pavilion?”

  Dean grinned. “She was there, just like we planned. I timed the moan perfectly.”

  “I swear we were going to get caught bare-assed by Mrs. Sundby and her yappy Chow.” Jack refilled both their wineglasses.

  “Paige was enjoying the show. I saw her playing with her tits while you were blowing me.” Dean smiled in remembrance. He always had a thing for redheads, and even though Paige was more of a strawberry-blond, her sweet dusting of freckles and green eyes made her an honorary redhead in his eyes.

  “Fuck,” Jack spat out. “I don’t know how you didn’t haul her inside to join us.”

  “I had my hands full at the time.”

  “Damn it. Then why didn’t she come home with us when we asked?”

  “I don’t know.” Dean tapped on the table in annoyance. “There’s something else going on there. I can’t put my finger on it.”

  “You don’t think she’s seeing someone, do you?” Jack took a swig of his wine and scowled.

  Dean shook his head. “Who? Mr. Carver at the bait shop? Or one of the eligible bachelors on the trawler?”

  Jack snorted. “Not likely.”

  The locals still saw her as a tourist, even though she had been living on the island for about a year now. Then again, it had taken them a few years to warm up to Jack and Dean, but that could be because they were either sinners in the eyes of the Lord or debauched perverts, depending on which old biddy you listened to.

  “Well, I’m getting sick of all this beating around the bush. I’ve had a hard-on for her for months now.” Jack slapped the table. “Let’s just ask her outright. Do you want to fuck or not?”

  Dean placed a hand over his heart. “Careful, you might make the lady swoon.”

  “We both want her and she wants us.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Oh yeah. No doubt in my mind.”

  Dean sighed. “We can’t initiate anything until the third floor is done, because if she decides it’s too kinky or too weird, she won’t want us working on the inn. I care about her too much to leave her in the lurch.”

  “We wouldn’t do that,” Jack said.

  “It might not be our choice. Until the inn is done, it’s got to be her idea to screw around. After the inn is done, all bets are off,” Dean said. “I’ll carry her into the pavilion myself.”

  “Do you think it would be easier on her if one of us seduced her?” Jack gathered up the plates and put them directly into the dishwasher.

  “No. Not after she caught her husband cheating on her. She wouldn’t have a fling with a married man.”

  “Then what makes you think she’ll have an affair with two married men?”

  Dean wrapped up the leftovers in foil and handed Jack Paige’s dish to put in the dishwasher. “Because we’re going to make it perfectly clear that we want her in our lives as more than a friend. That she will complete us.” Dean made a circle with his fingers.

  Jack winced. “We’re not going to say it like that, are we? Because that sounds like total new age bullshit.”

  “It’s from Jerry Maguire.”

  “The ‘show me the money’ movie?”

  “You’re hopeless with the classics,” Dean said.

  “No. The classics are movies that happened before we were born. Casablanca and Somewhere in Time.”

  Dean shook his head. “Bogart didn’t get the girl, and Christopher Reeves slowly withered away and died.”

  “Because of love.” Jack sighed in contentment. “Isn’t that romantic?”

  “You have issues.”

  “Love hurts. It’s sacrifice and pain. That’s how you know it’s real.”

  “Thanks a lot,” Dean drawled.

  “Not you and I, asshole.” Jack slugged him in the arm. “You’re the closest thing to perfect in my life.”

  That’s why Dean kept him around. He could reduce him to a puddle with a look, a touch, and, very rarely, a sentence. Dean kissed him because it was as natural as breathing. When they first met, Dean had been working as an accountant for a nature magazine, while Jack was a freelance photographer who was dating one of the female editors. Never in a million years did Dean think Jack would be interested in a man.

  “Of course,” Jack said after the sweet kiss. “Sometimes you can be a real shithead.”

  And then he always had to ruin it. But that was just the way Jack dealt with strong feelings. “Oh, I’m the shithead? You’re the one who wants to woo Paige by asking her if she wants to suck your dick.”

  “It’s a simple yes or no question.”

  “I want to suck your dick.”

  “I didn’t ask you. I know you do.” Jack kissed him again. Dean hummed in pleasure, hugging him close. He rubbed circles on Jack’s back, making Jack arch and purr like a cat. “I miss sharing a woman with you.”

  Dean nodded. “It’s messy but worth it.”

  “Put a towel down.”

  Dean shoved him away. “That’s not what I meant, dipshit. I meant emotionally. That’s why we have to be so careful that Paige knows what she’s getting into. We’ll treat her like a queen.”

  “Fuck her like porn stars.” Jack mimicked bending her over and fucking her from behind.

  “And love her like she was our wife.”

  A flash of pain crossed over Jack’s face. “Doesn’t work that way. Look at all the movies that end up with horrible endings, especially ones that feature couples like us. And threesomes?” He grunted in disgust. “Someone always dies or winds up hating someone.”

  Dean had to admit he was right. “It doesn’t happen like that in real life with the right person.”

  “Tell that to Stephanie.” Jack gave him a grim smile and brushed by him into the living room.

  Ugh, Stephanie.

  She had wanted a traditional marriage with one husband, but also a hot lover on the side. She figured she’d fuck around with them both and then one of them would marry her and things wouldn’t have to change too much. Neither Dean nor Jack wanted that—they loved each other too much to be anything than married to each other. If it had been legal, they would have married Stephanie as well.

  It wasn’t as if they were going to take out a billboard on Main Street. She wouldn’t move in with them. Wouldn’t kiss or cuddle with Jack when they were out in public. Dean had spent most of his life pretending to be straight, but after he came out, he didn’t care what people thought. No one was going to stick him or his husband back in the closet—Jack was no one’s dirty little secret.

  At the time, they were living down the street from Stephanie’s parents in a big Colonial on Dune Street that Dean had bought as an investment property. It was too big for them, but they used it in the summer as a vacation home. One of these days, they were going to start a family and would need a big house. But that was a future dream.

  Dean and Jack were on the don’t-ask-don’t-tell list for many of the old time residences. Dean swore that some of them still believed they were just roommates. Because of the tension, t
hey decided moving to the mainland to a smaller place worked out better for their sanity. They rented the house out and that, along with the side jobs they took around the island, made it so they could quit the nature magazines and be their own bosses.

  “Stephanie wasn’t the right person.” Dean followed, carrying their wineglasses. It had been two years ago, and while Dean had known almost immediately it was time to move on, Jack had stubbornly insisted she would come to her senses. It broke his heart when she didn’t. They never even got a call or an email after she left.

  Jack flung himself on the wide leather couch and rested his head back so he could brood at the ceiling.

  Dean would have liked to take the bad memories away and replace them with good ones. Paige could very well be the missing part of them because she understood Jack and Dean were a couple. The next step was getting her to buy into the idea that they could be a threesome.

  “I wish Paige was here,” Jack said. “I miss talking with her. I wonder what she’s doing now.”

  Dean was happy Jack wasn’t still thinking of Stephanie. The sex between the three of them had been off the charts, but the emotional connection hadn’t been there. He knew that now, and he hoped that Jack did, too.

  Dean started flipping through the movies on screen from their video library. “Hopefully getting some sleep.”

  “You know what’s good for sleeping? Fucking your brains out.”

  Dean had to laugh at Jack’s persistence. “All right, let’s invite her for game night tomorrow and push some boundaries, and see how she reacts. If she gives us an inch, we’ll take a mile. Sound good?”

  “Yeah, I’ll put some ribs on the barbecue. She can’t resist my meat.” He cupped his package.

  Dean rolled his eyes when Jack licked his lips lasciviously. “Just remember, and I know this isn’t your strong point, we have to be subtle.” Dean picked out the movie Threesome.

  “No, not that one. It ends badly. We’re not going to end up like them.”

  Dean would do anything to take the sadness out of Jack’s voice. “How about I just skip to the sexy parts and blow you?”