Chapter Sixteen
Paige had the foresight to set her alarm for three thirty a.m. Dragging herself out of bed, she took a quick shower to wake herself up and then tried to find all of the pieces of her clothes without disturbing Jack and Dean.
She crept downstairs and looked through all the cupboards until she found the coffee and started a pot. There was no time for breakfast because she had to get back to the inn and make sure her guests had a nice buffet set out for them by seven.
As she was waiting for the coffee to brew, she tried not to fall asleep on her feet, but she must have dozed off, because Jack grabbed her in a bear hug that had her gasping.
“Trying to sneak out without saying good-bye, huh?” He nuzzled her neck and she leaned into the caress.
“I didn’t want to wake you guys after such a…hard night.” Paige rubbed her ass against his erection.
“I love you, Mrs. Reynolds.”
She giggled at the title. “I love you, too, my darling husband.”
Of course, none of this was remotely legal, but she didn’t care. As far as she was concerned, she’d just gotten married to her best friends. And she beat her ex-husband to the altar. Sort of.
Jack reached up under her shirt and tugged her bra over her breasts.
“Jack,” she scolded, but half-heartedly. She could feel his hardness growing against her ass as he pressed her against the counter.
“All I want to do this morning is fuck you again,” he said, rolling her nipple with his thumb and forefinger.
“You’re going to make me come just by playing with my breasts,” she said.
“Shouldn’t have told me that.” He kissed her neck again, tugging on her tender nipples.
When she whimpered, he used his teeth on her neck and shoulder.
“Mmm,” she moaned, her hips going back against his. They went at each other. Him tugging on her nipples with just the right pressure and her begging him to pull off their pants.
“I like this,” Dean said, coming into the kitchen.
“Her nipples are very sensitive,” Jack said.
“Are they?” he said. “Hold her for me.”
Dean unbuttoned her blouse and watched as Jack played with her, then he went to the freezer and pulled out an ice cube.
“Don’t you dare,” she screeched, trying to get away.
But Jack moved his hands to hold her upper arms.
Dean traced the ice cube over her heated nipple. Paige moaned as it dripped water down her chest. He did it to the other one, and again, until the ice had completely melted.
“Put her on the counter,” he said and Jack hoisted her up.
“What are you going to do?” she asked.
“Warm you up.” Dean took one of her nipples into his mouth.
Jack took the other.
Paige held both their heads to her and moaned. Dean’s mouth soothed, warming her nipple with wide strokes of his tongue; Jack sucked hard and demanding while Paige ran her fingers through their hair—Jack’s long and silky, and Dean’s short and coarse.
Her breathing became shallow and she squirmed. Dean gave a satisfied groan and Jack grazed his teeth. She shuddered as she came, but they didn’t stop.
“Please,” she begged.
Jack unbuttoned her pants and pulled them off her. He fingered her fast and she heard the wet sound of her arousal in the kitchen.
“Bring her in the living room,” Jack ordered, and strode out.
Paige missed his fingers and moaned.
“Want this?” Dean asked and pushed two fingers inside her.
She nodded.
Dean tickled her clit, and she cried out. He kissed her.
“Now,” Jack called from the living room.
“In a minute,” Dean called back. “First, I want to make you come on my fingers.”
With his kisses and his talented tongue, Dean got his wish as she groaned in release. Before she could recover, Dean picked her up and carried her into the other room. Jack had pulled his pants down and was stroking his long cock.
“Bring that sweet mouth over here,” Jack said.
Dean let her down in front of him and stripped off his clothes. Paige tossed aside her bra and her blouse and knelt in front of Jack then licked circles around his balls and up his hard shaft. Behind her, she heard Dean open a condom. Paige grabbed Jack’s cock and put it in her mouth. She was sucking on him when Dean pushed inside her. Groaning around Jack’s cock, she steadied herself on the couch as Dean fucked her slow.
“God, you’re wet, so wet,” he said.
“I can’t get enough of you, either,” she whispered.
Jack smoothed the hair back from her face. “I want to look into your sweet eyes while he fucks you as you’re sucking on my cock.”
Unable to take her eyes off him, Paige did her best to concentrate on sliding his thickness up and down. It was difficult to keep an even pace while Dean was inside her. By his harsh breathing, he wanted to go faster. She took Jack deep and moaned, and Dean’s control snapped. She just held on as he went wild, filling her up and giving her just the amount of speed and friction she needed to get off again. Swallowing, she bobbed up to the top of Jack’s cock. She pumped her fist over his shaft while she paid attention to the tip. Her mouth made slurping sounds as she tried to adjust her suction.
“Fuck, I’m coming,” Dean snarled.
“Ooooh,” she approved, and took Jack deep.
While Dean finished with a shout, she paid great attention to Jack until he came down her throat shortly after.
They lay panting together and Paige laughed. “I’ve got to get back to the inn,” she said.
“Then we better get dressed.” Jack tugged her up on the couch with him and kissed her soundly.
“She hasn’t come yet,” Dean said.
“I came in the kitchen,” she said. Twice. Once when they were sucking on her and once when Dean fingered her.
“Not enough.” Dean pulled her back down on the floor. “Sit on my face.”
Paige giggled. “Seriously, it’s going to be dawn soon.”
“Then we have a few more minutes.”
Dean made her straddle his head, and he kissed each of her thighs before he pulled her down on his mouth. His tongue soothed over her clit and he soon had her humming in pleasure.
Jack caressed her body as she shimmied over Dean. “I have a surprise for you,” he said, plucking her nipple again.
“Oh,” she moaned, as Dean licked her furiously.
“Trust me,” Jack whispered, and his slick finger probed her ass.
“Oh,” she moaned again. She liked how they played with her, pushing into her a bit before retreating. Rocking against Dean’s face, Paige felt pleasure at Jack’s stretching her. They were preparing her to eventually take one of their huge cocks, but they overestimated her. Still, she liked the attention. Especially when Dean had her on the brink of coming.
Jack’s finger was replaced with a vibrating object, and she gasped as he effortlessly slid it inside her.
“Mmm,” Jack said, going back to tugging on her nipples. “I have the controls to the vibrator. You’re going to wear that the entire time you’re away from us.”
Paige couldn’t think. The vibrator. Dean’s tongue. Jack’s fingers. She closed her eyes and came, whimpering as the vibrator continued to buzz silently inside her.
“And the entire time your ex-husband and Barbie doll are here.” Jack helped her to her feet.
Dean helped her get dressed.
Paige was still gasping and shaking from the after effects of her orgasm. “I can’t,” she said.
“You can and you will,” Jack ordered. He showed her the control box he carried. He upped the buzz and she shrieked with laughter as pleasure hit her.
“I can’t run a business like this.”
Jack lowered it to a bare buzz.
“I’m going to be aroused all day.”
“Yeah, that’s the plan,” Dean said, helping her step into her shoes and making sure she was all buttoned up.
“So when you start to doubt yourself…”
“Or us,” Dean said, holding her at arm’s length and inspecting her from top to bottom.
“Remember, that you are ours and we are yours and nothing will stand in our way,” Jack finished, raising the vibration up again until she cried out.
“We’ll be watching you,” Dean said.
“And if you’re a good girl, we’ll take you out on the boat this afternoon and give you a little relief.”
Dean kissed her. “A lot of relief. It’s our honeymoon after all.”
They walked her to the door. “See you in a few hours,” they said.
“What’s the range on that thing?” she asked.
Jack turned it up on high. “Let’s find out.”
Page drove carefully, trying not to crack up the car as the orgasm rocked through her. The vibrator stopped just as she was pulling into her parking spot at the inn, where she took a moment to smile at the building. It had weathered countless storms and yet it was still there. Now it had a brand new life with new people to love her and exciting adventures ahead. Paige patted the door as she walked inside.
After grabbing her apron, she pulled out the blueberry muffins from the freezer.
She’d have to find a way to get even with Jack and Dean for the sex toy, but then again it was five o’clock in the morning and her mind was clear. She was smiling so hard her face hurt. Maybe she’d make them another lasagna and see if they could get away with some naughtiness in the pavilion. It could be their annual celebration.
Running the inn and getting used to having two husbands and a two-year-old was going to be a lot of hard work. Things weren’t going to go smoothly, and she had no false illusions that suddenly everyone would accept them, but she had a new family and a new beginning and Paige wasn’t going to waste a moment of it.
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