Authors: Kaylee Feagans
Wolfe Brothers 4
Onalee Schott works for Jackson Wolfe at the Paris Inn Restaurant in Kansas City as the head chef. She’s a bit on the shy side and has an obsessive-compulsive side that can irritate her boss and sous chef. She is attracted to both men and often fantasizes and dreams about the wicked things she wishes they would do to her. Because she is on the plump side, she fears her desires are all for naught.
Jackson, along with his best friend, Caleb Miller, has wanted Onalee since she began working there as the head chef. She's been keeping her distance from both men, but they have a plan after seeing her reading material. First, they decide to give Onalee her ultimate fantasy. Not a single part of her is left untouched by the sexy pair of men. Afterward, Jackson will have to work hard to convince her that she is his.
BDSM, Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Rubenesque
Wolfe Brothers 4
MENAGE AND MORE
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The Paris Inn had been busy as hell all night, but Jackson had let the last of his patrons out about an hour ago. The cooking staff was cleaning up for the night. About a year ago, he’d broken down and hired a chef so that he could focus on the business aspects of the restaurant, but his first love was still cooking.
In the office, he’d changed clothes. From dress slacks and a black dress shirt, he tugged on a pair of old, snug jeans that clung to every inch of him, a deep-red, fitted polo shirt, and some boots. The sidewalks had been shoveled, but it was the Wednesday before Thanksgiving and snow was falling again.
He found most of his crew in the kitchen. Caleb, his sous chef and best friend, was trying to talk the new chef into a date, but Onalee was refusing. From the moment he’d met her, he knew that he could love her for the rest of his life, and quite honestly, that scared the snot out of him. Caleb was also interested in her, but it was more of a sexual thing with Cal. They had talked about having her between them. Her lush body quaking as they made her come again and again. He adjusted himself quickly then cleared his throat.
The kitchen was spotless. They were closing up shop tonight for the holiday. Jackson had had several inquiries about dinners being served on Thanksgiving Day, but he felt that his employees needed to be able to spend some time with their families. Besides that, he sure as hell wasn’t going to be here. His folks and brothers and their wives were all having a big dinner at his folks’ place in Excelsior Springs.
“Let’s go to Hell’s Place. First round is on me!” There were cheers all around, even from the under-twenty-one waitresses that wouldn’t be able to go. “Lisa, Cindi, you know you girls can’t go, but I don’t want you to feel left out.” He slipped them both a twenty.
Manuel, the prep cook, Keith, the only waiter, and the two dishwashers, Bryce and Ian, headed for the small locker room that they stored their personal belongings in, including a change of clothes.
Onalee watched all of them with a sense of detachment. Her intense blue eyes watched her boss. Without his work attire on, his tattooed sleeves showed their artwork. His black hair was gone. He’d shaved his head shortly after she started working there. He was tall, at least six foot five inches, and powerfully built. She did her best to avoid him at all costs.
How the hell was she going to get out of going to a bar tonight with the rest of the guys? The man had women fawning over him all the time, beautiful women that made her look like a fat cow. She hated them. No, she wasn’t psycho for Jackson Wolfe or anything, but the women that tended to chase after him were all the same. Super thin, absolutely beautiful, and incredibly stupid.
How could she fit in with his crowd? She didn’t. The black chef’s outfit kept most of her extra poundage packed away from sight. Her straight, long blonde hair was kept piled on top of her head and out of the way when she was cooking. She was taller than the two waitresses that worked here but wasn’t model tall either.
“What are you and your family doing tomorrow?” Jack asked as his black eyes traced over every inch of her.
She shook her head. She didn’t have any family left. Her parents had been killed in an auto accident when she was still a toddler. She’d been raised by her maternal grandparents. Grandpa George had died after a stroke about five years ago, and Grandma Hannah died of a broken heart not even six months later. She had no brothers or sisters, and her parents had been only children as well. That left her all alone.
“Your family doesn’t get together?” He pressed her for more information.
“I don’t have any family left, Mr. Wolfe.” She kept her voice on an emotionless level because she didn’t want him to pity her.
“Oh shit, I’m sorry, honey. I wouldn’t have asked if I’d known.” Jack felt like the biggest jerk ever. Hell, he had an overabundance of family, and if his brothers didn’t stop impregnating their wives, they’d take over the damned county. He pulled her into him and gave her a brief hug before stepping away.
Caleb came back with the rest of the crew. They all looked at her. “Oh, let me get my stuff!”
“Don’t you want to change first?” Keith asked her as she headed for the locker room.
“It’s okay. I’m just going home,” she explained as she grabbed her coat, pocketbook, and keys. “See, I’m all ready to go. I wouldn’t want to keep you boys from going out to play.” She smiled at their readiness to go.
Jack and Caleb were whispering in the corner of the restaurant. “You guys go ahead. We’ll be there in a minute. We’ve got to discuss some menu changes with Onalee first.” There was a lot of laughter as the other men left her there with the dynamic duo.
“What’s wrong with the menu?”
“Nothing, we just didn’t want the boys to hear our conversation,” Caleb informed her with his sexy Southern drawl.
“You have two options,” Jackson told her. “Option one, you go into the locker room and change into your street clothes, come back out, and we’ll walk with you to the bar.” He gave her a wickedly sexy smile, a dimple showing in his right cheek. “Option two, you refuse, Caleb and I help you into your street clothes, and we’ll haul your ass to the club.”
“You can’t make me go to a damned bar! And you sure as hell aren’t going to see me naked, either one of you!” Where the hell did they get off thinking they could boss her around? She’d be damned!
“I definitely prefer option two, Wolfe. I want to see what she’s got under that uniform. I bet she likes lace.”
“I hoped it would be leather, but you know, it might be too uncomfortable for a long day at work.”
Both men were advancing on her. She swallowed hard. “I’ll be back in five minutes.” She flew out of the room, embarrassed as much by their laughter as the idea that they threatened to undress her. They were big enough to force her, and that was a titillating thought that she didn’t need to be having!
She reappeared a few minutes later in a pair of loose black jeans and even looser black top. She was slipping into her coat as she walked. “Okay. Are you satisfied?”
“Not hardly,” the two of them announced in unison. Jackson unlocked the door and held it open as the other two walked out into the cold night air.
They surrounded her as they walked to Hell’s Place. The two giants on either side of her made her feel protected and safe. Caleb pulled her out of her thoughts.
“Want to know what would make us satisfied?”
She smiled up at him. “Let me guess, two eighteen-year-old models with big boobs—for each of you—and a couple boxes of condoms?”
“Damn, girl!” Jack was laughing. “Leave the models for Caleb. I prefer real women.”
She wasn’t sure what he meant by that statement, but she wasn’t going to try to question him. They’d reached Hell’s Place, and while it might be after midnight, the place was packed to the ceiling.
“Hell, I’m not the one that dated that model last month! Onalee, I prefer women with curves. I hate trying to kiss a toothpick.” Caleb followed her into the bar. From that point on, she was literally dragged across the bar until they found Keith, Ian, and Bryce at a table. After signaling a waitress, beers were ordered.