Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 61100 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61100 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Maybe I’m being an idiot. I probably shouldn’t even be here. One wild night was one thing, but now I’m being passed around among the men like I’m their toy.
But I like it, so maybe there’s nothing wrong with that. As long as we’re all having a good time, what’s the harm?
A knock on the door startles me from my thoughts. “You done fucking? It’s time to eat.” It’s Mace’s muffled voice, and he doesn’t sound happy.
“Are the others going to be mad?” I whisper.
Zipper grunts and slides his arm out from beneath me, supporting my head with his hand as he does. “I don’t care if they are.”
“I do. I don’t want to come between the four of you.”
The already-hard angles of his face seem to turn even more solid, and I worry that I’ve said the wrong thing. Maybe I already am coming between them?
He doesn’t respond as he reaches for my panties where he’d flung them on the edge of the bed. Again, he kneels before me, this time putting my underwear back on, and doing it with much more care than he took removing them. Once they’re in place, he smooths his hands down over my legs, and adjusts the bottom of my dress after he helps me stand.
In a move that surprises me almost as much as the sex we just had, he takes my hand in his and leads me out of his room and to the bathroom. When I’m done inside, he’s out in the hall waiting for me, and together we go out to the dining room. I brace myself for looks or comments, or maybe even an argument between the men, but for the most part, everyone acts normal.
Hutch aims a teasing, “Glad you could join us,” at Zipper, and then we all sit down to eat.
“Hope you like barbecue,” Christian says as he starts passing containers filled with shredded pork, macaroni and cheese, green beans, and hushpuppies to me.
“Not sure someone could live here on Four Points and not like barbecue,” I say. “Thank you for dinner. This all looks wonderful.”
“We’ll cook for you again when we have more time,” Hutch says, setting a big glass of sweet tea in front of me.
“You spoil me.” So distracted by both my worries and the food, I didn’t even notice that someone had set the potted plant I brought in the center of the dining table.
Christian spots me looking at it. “Why did you bring this?” he asks, gesturing.
“I didn’t want to come empty-handed, and I thought this would look nice at your house.”
Hutch chides me gently. “Rose, you don’t have to bring anything when you come over.”
“We’ll probably kill it,” Zipper says flatly.
“It’s very hardy,” I say. “I have one like it, and it’s lasted forever.”
“Thank you, Rose,” Mace says. “Our house could use some greenery.”
I smile, even as I chew a bite of smoked pork. None of the men seem to have any issues with the alone time I just shared with Zipper, and I feel more comfortable with all of them than I ever have. My body’s still humming after that alone time, and my appetite is suddenly ravenous; barbecue has never tasted better. I eat what feels like a lot, but is nowhere close to the amount each of the men puts away. I guess they need a lot of fuel to support their powerful bodies.
When we’re all done, they don’t protest when I insist on taking my own plate to the sink, and it makes me feel even more at home here to help clean up. Moving among them in the smaller room, I’m hoping for some action with the other men, but it’s Hutch who reminds me that I have somewhere to be tonight.
“Darn job,” I say, sliding my hand over the bold inked patterns on his forearm.
His big hand presses into my lower back, bringing me closer to him. “When’s your next night off?”
“Christian’s taking me to dinner on my next night off,” I say, and Christian, who was packing up the leftover food, slides his hand around my neck and turns my head toward him so he can kiss me, even as Hutch is holding me. With the two of them so close to me, it’s harder than ever to make myself leave, but I don’t want to risk losing my job.
Hutch turns me back to him after Christian releases me. “We’ll see you again soon. Hope you have a good night.” His kiss is tender, and edged with enough fire to tell me my night working at Club Red will never be anywhere near as good as it would be if I were to stay here.
Mace and Zipper kiss me goodbye too, and I leave feeling not so much like a toy that’s being passed around, but more like someone they each cherish, but maybe that’s my own wishful thinking.