The Handy Men

by Jamie K. Schmidt

  “What about you?” she asked Jack.

  “I was the side piece.”

  Paige frowned. “That doesn’t seem fair to you.”

  Jack shrugged. “If it meant I could have them both, I was fine with it.”

  “I wasn’t,” Dean said. “And I told that to Stephanie. And then I married Jack.”

  “Of course, it wasn’t an official marriage,” Jack said. “That came later once the laws allowed it. But Stephanie saw that she would never be our Mrs. and she left—without a bun in her oven.”

  Paige sighed. “I’m sorry.”

  Jack shrugged again. “It wasn’t meant to be.”

  “That’s the Stephanie story,” Dean said. “Truth or dare?”

  “I thought we were playing Monopoly,” she said, her heart sounding louder than the thunder outside.

  “We will, but we have to even out the score.”

  Paige wasn’t sure if she wanted to go with the safe choice of truth. There wasn’t anything she wouldn’t tell these guys. Or did she want to tempt fate instead, and see what dare Dean could come up with? She bit her lip in indecision.

  “Tick tock,” Jack murmured.

  “Truth.” She chickened out.

  Jack chuckled.

  “Would you ever consider having sex with two men at the same time?” Dean asked, rapid fire.

  The breath whooshed out of her lungs. “Hell yes,” she whispered.

  “Good,” Dean said. “Now, let’s get back to the game.”

  She blinked at him.

  Jack and Dean returned to their positions around the board while Paige tried to gather her scattered wits. Was that just a question or an offer? She tried to control her breathing while they rolled the dice. Things got back to normal after a few rounds, even as the storm raged on around them.

  Jack even got lucky and scored all three of the orange properties. Now, things were going to get cutthroat. Dean was down on his luck, having to pay Paige for Vermont Avenue and then getting caught on St. James.

  “A thousand smackeroonies,” Jack crowed. “Pay up, bitch.”

  Dean riffled through his dwindling stack of cash. “How about five hundred dollars and a kiss?”

  Jack scoffed. “Can you believe this guy, Paige?” He jerked his thumb at his husband.

  “How about you, Paige?” Dean asked. “If you give me five hundred dollars, I’ll kiss you.”

  Paige’s eyes went wide and she immediately looked at Jack. “Is that all right with you?”

  Jack shrugged. “I think you’re overpaying.”

  “Oooh, snap,” Dean said.

  “Especially when he uses phrases like that.” Jack rolled his eyes.

  Paige held up an orange five-hundred-dollar bill and fanned herself with it. Did she dare? It was just a kiss and Jack didn’t seem to mind. “Okay.” She laughed, handing over the money.

  “Payment up front, huh?” Jack said. “I would have waited until after, just to make sure he doesn’t cheat you on that kiss.”

  She was pretty sure it was going to be worth the fake money no matter what happened. However, rather than leaning over the board and giving her a quick peck on the lips, Dean stood up and came around to her. Pulling her to her feet, he whispered, “I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time.”

  Paige clung to his shoulders as his head dipped down. Exhilaration met with panic in the brief moment when she looked up at him, but his smile was familiar and his eyes full of warmth. Dean’s mouth was hot and wet on hers, kissing like he was on a mission to make her come with just a kiss. Parting her lips, he swept his tongue inside her mouth. Her breath caught. This had to be a dream.

  She kissed him back with equal fervor when he hauled her against him. Straining up on her tiptoes, she pressed against every inch of his hard body. She was so hungry for him it was almost comical. The kiss could have lasted minutes or seconds. Paige lost all sense of time and reason being held tight against his muscled body.

  “You should probably come up for air,” Jack said sardonically.

  Paige startled and would have pushed away, but Dean tightened his grip and continued to plunder her mouth. Clamping his hand on her ass, he ground into her. The blissful surge of desire made her melt against him. She wanted to ride that hard bulge until she came. Eventually, Dean eased up. He gradually let her go, helping her back down to the floor when her knees wobbled.

  “Your turn,” he said to Jack.

  “Yes, it is.”

  Touching her puffy lips, she looked up at Jack. He winked and rolled the dice. They went around the board a few times, while she felt like she was in a daze. Her entire body was buzzing. Jack and Dean acted perfectly normal and Paige would have thought she had imagined the whole thing, except they were both hard and not hiding the fact at all. As for herself, she felt like squirming. Her bra was too tight. Her panties were soaked. She didn’t know what to do with herself.

  Then, Dean landed on St. James Place.

  “You’re in luck,” Jack said. “It’s only nine hundred and fifty dollars.”

  Paige had her last five-hundred-dollar bill in her hand already.

  “But you can blow me instead.” Jack unbuttoned his shorts and pulled them completely off. He hadn’t been wearing underwear. It was so unfair that Paige had seen his cock so many times without being able to touch. Up close, he was thick and large. She licked her lips, desire pooling into her core.

  Crawling over to his husband, Dean licked up his shaft.

  “See,” Jack said to her. “You should have held out for more.”

  Dean gripped his lover’s cock and then slid it in his mouth.

  Paige let out a startled gasp.

  Jack groaned. “He’s really good at oral.” He ran his fingers through Dean’s short hair. “You would have liked him between your legs. Remember that for next time.” Jack winked and then threw his head back. “Fuck, that’s fantastic.”

  Dean’s mouth made loud sucking sounds as he bobbed his head faster on Jack’s cock.

  Paige’s throat was dry. Her nipples were painfully hard, and her thighs were damp with need. She was going to start whimpering in a moment. If she thought it was fantastic watching them in the pavilion, having them up close and personal in her living room was a dream come true.

  Jack shrugged out of his shirt as Dean yanked down his pants.

  A little moan did escape her this time, and Dean made a growling noise in his throat.

  “You like what you see?” Jack asked huskily.

  Paige nodded.

  “Why don’t you come closer?” He crooked his finger at her.

  Without another thought, she moved around the ottoman. Jack’s hips twitched up to meet Dean’s mouth.

  “Lose the shirt,” Jack said gruffly. “And the bra.”

  Paige’s breath caught in her throat, but she did what he said. She cupped her breasts in her hands; they felt heavy, and her nipples were taut and aching to be played with.

  Jack moaned, his eyes half closing. “Come here,” he invited.

  She moved closer, and he tugged her the rest of the way. His kiss was fierce and rough, with no hint of Dean’s playful teasing, but she didn’t care because Jack’s hands were busy on her breasts. Sharp pleasure hit her clit. He tasted like wine and her head spun as if she’d drunk an entire bottle.

  “Let me suck on them,” Jack said, and kissed down to her chest.

  “Yes.” She sighed shakily.

  Thumbing one of her nipples, he caught the other and sucked hard enough that she cried out. It had been so long, and it felt so damned good.

  Dean started to come off Jack’s cock to say something, but Jack pushed his head down and kept him there. Paige covered his hand on Dean’s head and shuddered as desire hit her low. She watched Dean pleasure Jack while he grazed his teeth against her nipple.

  “Yeah,” she moaned when he went to the other one and gave it equal treatment. Jack hit every pleasure button she had. She was lit up like a pinball machine.


  She looked down as Jack fucked Dean’s mouth with savage thrusts of his hips. Jack tightened the suction on her nipples with each thrust until she was panting, then he let go of Dean’s head and reached up to pull her mouth back to his.

  Sucking on his tongue, Paige tried to mimic what Dean was doing on his cock, and Jack roared into her mouth when he came. His body shook against hers while his mouth ravaged her lips. Her wet nipples dragged against his chest when she lost her balance and sagged against him.

  “God, that was good,” he muttered, kissing her sweetly a few times before stretching.

  She blinked at how aroused they all still were. Jack looked like he didn’t want to move, and Dean looked like he would pounce on her next.

  “I forfeit that game,” Dean said.

  “Me, too,” Paige replied.

  “I win.” Jack pumped his fist.

  “We all do,” Dean said, and lunged for Paige.

  Chapter Eight

  Flat on the floor, with Dean pressed against her, Paige’s shorts were tugged off by two sets of hands. Before she could even think, Dean’s fingers plunged inside her. Paige’s hips came off the floor and she sucked all the air out of the room. Pressed against him, she cried out as his fingers strummed her clit. She tasted Jack on him when he kissed her and clamped her legs together at the erotic taste. Dimly, she was aware Jack was stripping Dean of his pants and underwear as well.

  Dean had reduced her to humping his hand. It wasn’t enough. Paige wanted more, needed more. The wildness rose in her until she would have rolled Dean over and ridden him, but he held her down. Jack spread her legs wide and tongued her clit while Dean fucked her with his fingers.

  Jack’s flickering tongue and the relentless push of Dean’s fingers brought her to the edge and her orgasm crashed over her, leaving her back arched and her legs shaking. What the fuck had just happened? But her wildest fantasies were blown away when Dean left her pussy to Jack to take her mouth in another soul-drugging kiss.

  Still shaking from the after effects of the first orgasm, she could only cry out and tremble when Jack buried his face inside her. He draped her thighs over his shoulder and flicked his tongue over her throbbing bud.

  “Make her come again,” Dean groaned, lifting his head from her mouth. “I can’t wait much longer.”

  Licking down her neck to her breasts, Dean was less rough than Jack had been and more sensual. Paige rocked her hips into Jack’s face, pleasure soaking into every pore of her body.

  “I’m going to fuck you as soon as you drench his face,” Dean panted. His breath was hot against her stomach. “Are you all right with that?”

  “Yes, god, yes.” she moaned. Her entire world was spinning and her body danced to the tune Jack’s tongue was playing on her.

  Dean licked down her stomach and Jack paused to kiss him. Paige moaned at the sudden loss of his talented tongue and gripped the carpet as need nailed into her.

  “I want more of that,” Dean said, and took turns licking her with Jack.

  Paige’s eyes rolled back in her head. “Please,” she cried out. Thunder rolled again, but it might have just been the lightning wave of pure pleasure that ground her entire body into the floor. She came hard enough that she forgot to breathe.

  “Fuck yeah,” Dean groaned, fumbling around for his pants that had been tossed a few feet away.

  Paige held Jack’s face while she rode his tongue through the aftershocks of the massive orgasm they’d just given her. Dean pulled a condom out of his jean’s pocket and rolled it onto himself.

  “My turn,” he said, tapping Jack on the shoulder.

  With a last long lick, Jack moved away.

  No! She didn’t want it to end.

  Dean sank inside her to the hilt in one mighty push.

  Paige shrieked his name. This was good, too. He was so hard and deep, she hadn’t been prepared for the sheer joy that rolled over her.

  “He feels good, doesn’t he?” Jack said, and then kissed his husband.

  Dean and Jack kissed while Dean held her hips tight against him. Paige clamped her muscles around Dean and groaned. It felt so right to have him throbbing inside her. She ground down on his cock while Dean licked her juices off Jack’s face.

  “God,” she moaned. “That’s so hot.”

  Without taking his mouth from Dean’s, Jack pushed his fingers inside her and lightly circled her clit.

  Shock and pleasure coursed through her and she wiggled against both of them. He was going to make her come again. She was going to come all over Dean’s cock before he even got started. Her hips twitching, Paige sagged, giving up all control to the relentless pleasure they were giving her.

  “Yeah,” Dean growled, when Paige spasmed around him. She gripped him tight as the waves of sensation threatened to drown her.

  “So sweet,” Jack said, trailing his finger up her stomach to circle her nipples.

  Positioning her legs on his chest, Dean held her ass as he pumped slowly inside of her. She writhed and twisted.

  “More. Faster,” she cried.

  Jack chuckled, licking her nipple with quick flicks of his tongue.

  “Please.” She arched into Dean. She didn’t want it slow. She wanted hard and fast. Wanted him to pound into her like Jack fucked him in the pavilion. As if he would die without it. “More,” she begged.

  “I won’t last a second,” Dean growled. “She’s so fucking tight and wet.”

  “I’ll take over then,” Jack promised, licking her ear. “Give her what she wants.”

  Jack’s growled words shook her as she tried to comprehend that as soon as Dean was done, Jack would take his turn with her.

  Dean hauled her against him and slammed into her hard and fast. Her breasts bounced in rhythm, hitting her chest and chin. Jack watched, mesmerized, before taking them in his hands and massaging them. His cock was hard against her side. She moaned as he rubbed her nipples with his palms.

  “You are so beautiful,” Jack said. “I can’t wait to fuck you.” He leaned down to kiss her as Dean thrust hard, grunting loudly when he came. Pumping his cock inside her for a few more strokes, Dean reluctantly eased out of her.

  Paige gasped when Jack flipped her over on her hands and knees. She looked over her shoulder at him through the veil of her hair. “My turn,” he said, with a smoldering look and a seductive grin. If she hadn’t just been so thoroughly fucked, she could have come just by that alone. He tore the condom wrapper off with his teeth and eased it on his cock.

  “Jack,” Dean warned. “Be careful with her.”

  “I’m always careful.” Jack positioned himself at the entrance of her pussy.

  “I don’t want careful,” Paige moaned, thrusting herself back.

  “She doesn’t want careful,” he said, and grabbed her hips.

  Sensation narrowed to the hard pounding of Jack’s body into hers. Paige gave herself up to the frenzied pace. Her clit was swollen and sensitive. His balls slapped into it and sent chills up her spine.

  Paige didn’t recognize the noises coming out of her mouth. She felt the house shake and the lightning crack, but it was dimmer now. The only roar and explosion she was concentrating on was coming from inside her body. Jack was thick and she was spread wide to accommodate his girth.

  Dean’s finger was slippery when it touched her backside. He eased his finger between her cheeks and just rubbed over her little hole.

  “I haven’t. I never,” she panted.

  “We’re going slowly,” Dean said. “I want you to get used to me touching you here. And when you’re begging me for more, we’ll go on.”

  Paige’s gasps sounded like sobs as Jack gave it to her as deep and fast as she liked. She no longer could tell when an orgasm was coming. They just crashed over and over until she was wrung out and shaking.

  Please let this not be a dream.

  Jack collapsed on her back after surrendering to his orgasm. He kissed her shoulder. “You are perfect.”

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bsp; His weight was taken off her when Dean toppled him over on his hands and knees, and she rolled over on her back. Jack gripped the carpet and smiled a fierce grin at her. “Come over here and put that sweet pussy in my face.”

  Paige laughed breathlessly and shook her head. “I can’t move.”

  She shrieked as he grabbed her ankle and yanked her across the carpet. “I’m going to have rug burn,” she complained.

  Then, the smile froze on her face as Dean thrust into Jack. Jack’s back arched and he hissed between his teeth.

  “We won’t be this rough with you,” Dean promised.

  Jack’s face reflected both pleasure and pain.

  “Are you all right?” she whispered.

  “Oh, baby. Never better,” Jack cried out and closed his eyes.

  Dean fucked him with long, deep strokes.

  Paige was mesmerized by the intense look in Dean’s eyes. Jack groaned and pulled Paige in closer. “I want my face between your legs again.” Jack licked her from top to bottom. “I love how you taste.”

  Shivering with delight, Paige leaned back on her elbows. There was no way she was going to come again, but the sweet rasp of Jack’s tongue in contrast with the hard slap of Dean’s body into his was building something wild inside her.

  “You like watching me fuck him?” Dean growled.

  “Yes,” she said, gasping as the tip of his tongue brushed over her clit.

  “Did you like watching him fuck me in the pavilion?” Jack chuckled and nipped at her inner thigh.

  “You knew I was there?” she said. She would have died of embarrassment, except for the pleased look on both their faces.

  “Planned it for weeks.” Jack moaned and nipped her other thigh.

  “Why?” Paige sighed shakily.

  Dean became more savage and Jack cried out, burying his face between her thighs.

  “Wanted you to join us,” Dean said between his teeth, and held Jack’s hips tight into him as he roared his climax.

  Paige had been wrong. That was enough to send her over again.

  Chapter Nine

  They eventually made it to the bedroom and slept in a tangle of limbs. Paige thought she would wake up and find that it had all been a wild dream she tormented herself with. Her cell phone went off, Dee Snyder’s crowing worse than a rooster. Rolling over Dean, she fumbled and managed to answer it without waking either man in her bed.