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We ring the doorbell, and I wait nervously for Belle to answer. I’m always a strange combination of excited and nervous whenever I get to see her, and not having touched her in so long is killing me. The air feels thick with anticipation for tonight.
Originally, Linc suggested she come over to us, but she messaged us — apparently we have a group chat now — saying that she wanted to cook us dinner, and she could do that best in her own kitchen. I don’t mind one bit, just getting to spend time with her is a bonus, location doesn’t matter. She even shared the menu with us, joking that she hopes we’ll need the carbs, so at least I know we’re all on the same page. The taking-this-relationship-to-the-next-level page.
The door opens, and I have to pick my jaw up off the floor when I see her.
“I know I made dinner, but you boys are a snack!” Belle exclaims.
We all chuckle at her cheesy joke, but man, she’s the one that looks so fucking good.
She’s styled her hair in an updo, and has applied light makeup which accentuates her beauty. She’s wearing another yellow sundress that looks pretty cute and innocent until she turns to the side to welcome us in, and my breath catches. The dress exposes her entire back down to her hips, and flows easily around her body.
She spins to head back into the room when the oven timer goes off, and we get the most amazing view of her tattoo. It’s fully healed, and looks phenomenal. I just know that she went with this sexy outfit for a reason. If this doesn’t get our resolve to break and put our hands on her, nothing will.
I watch, transfixed, as she bends over, grabbing something from the oven. She looks like a goddess. Hell, she is one.
One woman who makes all of us want to do better, be better. She sets my world on fire; she’s everything I need. Everything I want.
“Are you guys gonna come in properly, or were you planning on just staring at my ass all night from the hallway?” she teases when she looks up to see none of us have moved.
“Have you seen yourself in that dress?” Mica asks, and I nod in agreement.
“You do look really good tonight, Belle,” I add. Linc walks up to her and looks around the kitchen. “Do you need any help?”
She shakes her head no, shooing him away. “No! Here. You guys take these.” She grabs four beers from the fridge, handing us each one and keeping one for herself. “I’ll finish up in here, and then we can eat!” she announces, and the guys and I head for the couch.
She flicks the TV on, but all of us keep our eyes on her. The way she moves through the kitchen is flawless. She makes it look so effortless, I’m mesmerized.
“My dick is so hard right now,” Mica mumbles, adjusting himself in his jeans. I snort, but yeah, I get what he means.
“Thanks for sharing that with the class, Mica,” Linc says. Mica punches his shoulder in response, but Linc is so fixated on Belle that he doesn’t even flinch.
He also doesn’t retaliate, which is the more shocking thing.
“We should have some fun with her. You know, before dessert,” Mica suggests.
“She’s already waited so long,” Linc counters.
“And she’s been trying to get us to touch her since before the tattoo,” I add.
“It would be so easy to get her to beg for it,” Linc murmurs, and I smile.
“Food’s ready!” Belle calls, and gestures to the table where she has everything laid out.
We head over to the table, already knowing what parts each of us will play tonight.
Mica will work her up slowly, with his words. I’ll provide the sensual touches that increase her desire, and Linc will control her and make sure she doesn’t get her pleasure until she begs for it.
Until she comes apart between us.
“Fuck, Belle. This food smells delicious.” Mica steps up behind her, touching the skin of her neck. “Almost as delicious as that sweet pussy.” Belle’s eyes go wide, and I bite back a grin as I take my seat. It’ll almost be too easy, too much fun…
Suddenly, Belle’s phone rings, startling us all.
“Sorry,” Belle says, sliding from her seat to grab her phone off the kitchen counter. “I don’t know who this is, I don’t recognize the caller ID.”
“Take it, it’s fine. Dinner won’t go cold for a minute or two,” I say. She nods her thanks at me and slides to answer the call.
“Hello?”
