Daphne’s moan brought him back.
He cupped her pussy, feeling her clit and working her until she came against his cock. Each squeeze of her tight cunt nearly set him off. He remained in control. Pulling out of her, he began to thrust slowly at first, then when he couldn’t stand to wait, he pounded inside her. Daphne held herself against the shed, and he was so fucking happy about how she could take him. In and out, he fucked her harder and faster, taking what he wanted, touching her. He brought her to a second orgasm and as he found his release, he wrapped his arms around her, keeping her as tight to him as possible. With his face pressed against her neck, he didn’t want to let her go.
“I will never lie to you again,” he said. “I promise. That guy back then, he’s gone and he’s never coming back.”
****
Micah knelt in the dirt as his gaze kept wandering to the full roundness of Daphne’s ass. He’d gotten to kiss and touch her this morning, but still, it wasn’t enough. She never stayed in bed to wake up beside him, and he was starting to get a complex about it.
“Did you do all of this yourself?” he asked.
Dean and Eric were out gathering some more groceries. They’d put a call through to a few of the guys they knew about delivering here, and they were handling everything. The lockdown had been going for nearly two weeks, and so far, all three of them had fucked Daphne. She showed no favoritism among all three.
She leaned back and shook her head. “I took it over, but my grandma started it during a rough patch with food when the prices were really high. She started to grow her own in order to feed the few guests at the time. At least, that was how she told it to me. I don’t know if it was true as it was before my time.”
She bent forward again with her tempting ass in full view. “I love it. I like being able to come out here and pick fruits and vegetables. Some of the guests enjoy it as well. I don’t advertise it as any part of a package, but if I’m out here and a few guests need to relax, it’s here.” She cut some basil, bringing it to her face and inhaling. “You know, tomatoes and basil is the best combination.” She held it out to him. “Have a sniff.”
He inhaled the sweet floral scent and nodded at her.
She chuckled. “You don’t have to pretend to like it.”
“Out of the three of us, Eric is the one who knows how to cook.”
“Dean cooked breakfast.”
“That’s all he knows how to cook. If you want breakfast, morning, noon, and night, Eric’s your guy.” Micah breathed in the warm air. It was so freeing. He’d been living in the city for so long and had grown accustomed to the loud noises. The beeping of car horns. The thick air. The people. This was … heaven. “Dean’s different while he’s here.”
“He talks a lot more than I remember.”
“That’s why he’s different. Back in the city, he was just as quiet and as brooding as he was back in high school.”
“I bet that makes for an interesting boardroom discussion.”
“It does. He has this ability to make people nervous.”
She nodded. “He used to make me nervous. I guess in a way he still does.”
“I’ve seen the way he is with you. Believe me, you’re safe with him.”
She picked some fresh tomatoes from the plant, placing them in her basket. Her hands were covered in dirt. Whenever he went looking for her, he often found her out here.
“Is this your favorite spot?” he asked.
“One of them. My grandma always told me to never take a single moment for granted, you know? Getting to my vegetable patch is another accomplishment for a good day. It’s like my reward.”
“It’s not the end of the day.”
She winked at him. “I know, and I’m going to do something I didn’t think I would.”
“What’s that?”
“Make you one of my fresh pasta dishes.” She got to her feet, picking up her basket.
She hadn’t cooked for them. In fact, she hadn’t even eaten with them. More often than not, by morning, Micah had to drink his coffee, scoff down his toast, and go find her.
Dean and Eric kept themselves entertained. He imagined sometimes Daphne was their entertainment, but again, he didn’t pry. She seemed to just move between all three. Actually, now that he thought about it, they all went to her, not the other way around. Ever since she’d accepted Eric, his friend had been different. Whenever he caught Eric and Daphne together, they were … he couldn’t think of what they were, just that something had happened. Eric wouldn’t tell them shit, and he was curious about it.
He’d have to bring it up to Dean to start hunting for the answers. If anyone could find out what happened, it was Dean.
They walked into the kitchen and Daphne went straight to the sink. She washed her hands, scrubbing beneath her nails until her hands were clean. She cleaned the sink and started to wash the herbs and tomatoes.
“I don’t think I’ve ever had a woman cook for me.”
“Do you expect me to believe that?” she asked.
“Would I
