“I’ve got a better idea. I was going to give her time, allow her to get used to belonging to the three of us, but I don’t want to wait anymore. If she’s wanting privacy tonight, she’ll find reasons to avoid us. I don’t want that. We’ve got to agree to work as a team. To not let her get away.”
“I’m in,” Micah said.
“You’ve got no choice but to be in,” Dean said. “This is your problem we’re fixing. What was your problem last night?”
Micah shook his head. “Daphne knows and that’s all fine. I don’t want to talk about it. I’m in.”
“Once you’re in, you can’t back out.”
“I’m in. I’m so fucking in, you’re going to get fucking fed up with me. That is how in I am.”
Dean looked at his friend.
“You have a plan?” Eric asked. “I’m guessing that’s what this is all leading to.”
Dean smiled. “Actually, it just so happens that I do. However, it’s going to require all of you following my lead and not pissing me off.”
“I can’t guarantee that. It seems to be in my nature to upset you,” Micah said.
Dean glared at Micah.
“See, already doing it and barely doing anything at all.”
He was going to beat the crap out of his best friend. “Listen, this is what I’m thinking.”
****
Out of all the jobs Daphne had to do, laundry was the one she hated more than anything. The washing and drying were simple enough. She even liked to put everything out on the line when it wasn’t raining. Everything always smelled so good and fresh, exactly how it was supposed to. What she couldn’t stand was what she was doing now, the endless amounts of ironing. Thankfully, it was just hers, Eric’s, Dean’s, and Micah’s bedsheets that needed it. She normally paid a service to iron all the bedsheets and take care of the washing of them. With the rooms currently closed up, she had only four beds to deal with.
Running the iron back and forth, she hummed to herself, wiping the sweat from her brow. It had warmed up even more. She’d had no choice but to put more ice in the freezer to keep them cool.
She hadn’t even attempted to cook, but prepared a large salad with cold cuts and cheese. The grill was certainly out of bounds. Thankfully, the rest of the house had air conditioning, but the laundry room, she didn’t see a point with how hot it got.
Once she finished, she delivered all the bedding to the appropriate rooms. The guys were nowhere to be seen.
Making her way to her own room, she made her bed and opted to take a quick shower. Just as she got out and wrapped a robe around her, her cell phone rang.
She picked it up, not recognizing the number.
Thinking Bethany had perhaps gotten another cell phone, she answered the call.
“Hello, beautiful. Will you come to my room?” Dean asked.
“How did you get my number?”
“You should know I have my ways of getting everything I could ever want. I’ll be waiting for you.” He hung up.
She was tempted to not go just to piss him off. If he thought he could call and she’d come running, she wanted to prove to him that she didn’t work that way. Of course, she was also curious, which was why she left her room and made the trip to his.
Stepping into his bedroom, she found Dean sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing nothing more than a towel.
Her heart sped up and an answering pulse spread between her thighs.
She licked her lips, and then as she closed the door, she rested back against it.
“Come here,” he said.
“You called me for sex?” She took a step toward him.
He captured her hand, pulling her close until she stumbled against him. Then he grabbed the tie of the robe and tugged it, opening it up.
In quick movements, Dean had her completely naked, his face pressing against her stomach. She let out a moan, tilting her head back as he leaned up and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. He moved his hand down, going between her thighs. “Is this pretty pussy ready for me?” he asked.
“Yes.”
She gasped as he thrust two fingers inside her. Pushing down against him, she sank her teeth into her lip, trying to contain some control, but it was next to impossible. He set her body on fire with need.
Dean removed his hands from her pussy and got her into position where her legs were on either side of his, her pussy poised over his cock, and he filled her. Inch by glorious inch.
“You have no idea how fucking good you look dancing on my cock.” He lifted her up and pulled her back down. “Love the way your tits bounce for me.” He moved to her ass, squeezing the flesh. “You belong to us.”
She stared at him. “Us?”
“Yes, us. You always have, Daphne, and you always will.”
The door opened and Daphne glanced behind her to see Eric and Micah entering the room. They were both naked, both hard.
Dean groaned. “Boys, she is so happy to see you both. Her pussy is tightening around me.”
“What are you doing?” she asked.
Micah and Eric moved closer. Eric wrapped her hair around his fist and tugged her close, slamming his lips down on hers. At the same time, Micah cupped one of her tits, pinching the tight nipple. She cried out and Eric swallowed her cries.
“You seem to think that you don’t belong to all of us, or for some reason, this isn’t going to work,” Dean said as Eric let go of her hair but continued
