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Justin cupped my cheek and turned my face back to his so he could kiss me. Lingering, slow kisses that captured my focus and breath. He caught my bottom lip between his and stroked it with his tongue before pulling back and doing it all again.
Mason worked my sweater up and let it bunch while he reached under to cup my bare breasts. His thumbs stroked over my nipples and I gasped into Justin’s kiss while bucking my hips into Ben. It’d been so long.
Ben shifted so his stomach was arched away from mine and he could reach the top of my leggings. With the ease of a man who’d done the very act to me before, he reached into my leggings and found me bare. His growl of pleasure was loud, even over my heartbeat thumping in my ears. He cupped my sex and stroked two fingers through my lower lips to gather my wetness.
“Still just as wet as ever for us.” Ben’s voice was deep and barely restrained. Without preamble, he stroked those two fingers deep into me and I grunted into Justin’s kiss. “Fuck. How are you just as tight as the first time?”
Mason dropped one of his hands to my leggings and pressed in next to Ben’s hand. “Let me feel.”
I tried to relax enough for him to slip his finger in next to Ben’s, but I was tight enough it wasn’t possible yet. Mason groaned and found my clit instead. Tossing my head back, I let it rest on his shoulder. I bit my lip to stay quiet, but every touch felt like a million jolts of pleasure going through my body.
Justin leaned forward and took my nipple into his mouth just as Ben curled his fingers in me and made a ‘come here’ motion. With everything happening all at once, I could barely catch my breath. I opened my mouth and cried out just as another sound filled the room. Static and then a small voice.
“Mommy?”
I gasped and pulled away from them. Yanking my sweater down, I backed towards the front door and stared back at them with wide eyes. “Baby monitor… Have to check on Forrest…”
Ben licked his lips and nodded at me. “Go. We’ll see you tomorrow.”
I left with the image of the three of them standing there, erections very prominent, watching me with heated gazes like they were far from finished with me. Mason’s earlier words filled my head. We had unfinished business.
I made it upstairs and into Forrest’s room in record time. Forcing a smile, I knelt beside his bed. “You called me, baby?”
He yawned and stretched his arms out for me. “I’m cold.”
I crawled into his bed and pulled him tight against my chest. If he felt my racing heart beating against his cheek, he didn’t mention it. I took deep breaths and did my best to calm myself. I couldn’t lose my mind every time I was around the men. I had to be stronger than my libido.
I hadn’t had much practice trying, though, so it wasn’t going to be easy, I worried. Especially when the guys stared at me like I was their favorite meal.
CHAPTER 7
Violet
I dropped Forrest off at school a few minutes early the next morning and then hurried to Good, Clean Fun. The front door was locked, but I knocked three times in the special pattern for Doll’s and Margaret came right away to let me in. She locked the door behind me and then swatted at my butt to rush me into the back.
Doll’s smelled like gourmet coffee and pastries every morning, but that morning, there was a little something extra sweet in the air. I looked around, trying to find the source, and spotted Joanie sitting in one of the plush, pink velvet chairs with pink gel all over her hands and chest.
Her cheeks were beet red and she groaned when she saw me watching her. “Don’t look at me. I’m an embarrassment.”
Margaret snorted. “It’s jelly, but not that kind of jelly, Joanie. You’re going to be slicker than silk sheets on a slip-n-slide.”
I moved closer and sniffed the air around her. “Yum. Strawberry? It smells delicious.”
Both women stared at me with confused expressions on their faces. I chose to ignore it and slipped over to the pastry table. I was starving and something buttery and sweet sounded perfect.
While Margaret helped clean the lube off Joanie, she kept flashing me curious glances. She wasn’t one for mincing words, so her hesitation in blurting out whatever she was thinking, made me nervous.
“What? Is there something on my face?” I’d just taken a bite of my chocolate filled croissant when I looked up and made eye contact with a very large dildo. Normally I tried to not look at the toys too much. I blushed easily and just wasn’t interested. Looking at that dildo the morning after my run-in with Ben, Justin, and Mason sent heat through my body, only it was to my core and not my cheeks.
“Whoa. The new girl’s looking at that PumpMaster 2000 like she’s about to tear the plastic open with her teeth. That’s new, right?” Brenda Holmes whistled and looked over at Margaret. “Is there something special in that croissant? I’ll take three if that’s the case.”
Yep, there was the blood rushing to my cheeks. Brenda was one of Margaret’s two best friends. They were all in their seventies and each as wild as the other. While Margaret had been blessed with the genes of some ancient god which made her age like Jane Fonda, Brenda looked like every grandma in every Christmas story ever written. Short and round, she called herself plump and the description was more accurate than any other I could think of. The third best friend, Coco Jackson, was taller than any other woman I’d ever met and dressed in all black every day. It wasn’t a style choice, either. It was because she still fancied herself some sort of secret spy. Where Margaret and Brenda were loud, Coco was silent. She could appear out of nowhere and it was absolutely terrifying.
“There’s nothing in the croissants.” Joanie sighed as she stood up and walked over to the bathroom. “If I had that kind of power, I’d use it on myself. I’d love to get that look in my eyes over a rubber penis. The PumpMaster 2000 is all I’ve got to offer myself these days and I just don’t get excited about it the way I used to.”
“Joanie, babe, you’re not even thirty yet. You’d better figure it out.” Margaret looked back at me and narrowed her eyes. “Would your moaning over the smell of lube and eye humping the toys have anything to do with your neighbors being home?”
The silence that came over Doll’s told me they were hungry for the gossip. I’d only lived in Lilyfield for two weeks, but I knew almost everything there was to know because the Doll’s Club talked. Even with just a few women in the room that early in the day, nothing was sacred. They meant well, though, thankfully.
