The Sextet - Occupational Hazards [The Sextet Anthology, Volume 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (14 page)

Jake’s oily face turned a deep shade of vermillion. Pressing her advantage, she continued, “I hear you have some good eats here, Jake. How ’bout proving it?”

Jake muttered a barely audible, “Yes, ma’am,” and nodded toward a booth. “Have a seat.”

As they clambered into the rickety booth, Luke was biting his lip, Ty was openly chuckling, and Derrick was turning purple.

“Breathe, Derrick,” Angelica said as he settled in beside her.

“I’m trying,” he gasped. “I still can’t believe you said that.”

Angelica shrugged. “Hey, in Vegas, you learn to ignore it or give it right back to them. You never know what people on the street will say, especially to a lone woman.”

“I’ve been thinking about that,” Ty said. “If we do wind up as a permanent foursome, what will your guests at the B and B say? Would they harass you about it?”

Angelica handed out the battered menus that were stuck behind the condiment holder. “Not getting cold feet, are you, Ty?” She kept her tone casual, but the thought of their plans falling through at this point shook her to the core.
Am I that attached to them already?

“Well, no,” he said quickly. “I’m thinking it might be bad for business if you get some prudish types staying there.”

Angelica didn’t know whether to be angry, annoyed, or touched.
So much for the happily ever after.
“Guess you should’ve thought about that before you made me the offer.”

“We
did
think about it,” Luke said. “We just didn’t think it through far enough.”

Angelica took a deep breath. She hadn’t committed to anything and wouldn’t until she knew whether she could trust her heart to them or not. “Okay, then. Let’s say I
do
agree to it. What are our options?”

Luke drummed his fingers on the table. “Well…we could stay in the house we’re in and visit you once in a while.”

“Nope. Don’t like that one a bit.”

“We could take turns being your husband,” Ty suggested.

“That’s a possibility, but there’s something about me you may not understand.” She paused, drawing in a shaky breath. “I’ve never been…happy with one man.”
Come on, Angelica. Just spit it out…
“Never even moderately stimulated. I, I need all three of you at once.”

“Really?” Derrick said brightly. “That’s so incredibly perfect! But, you know, the longer we’re together, maybe you might get more into it, so to speak, and need only one of us at a time.”

“Possibly,” Angelica admitted. “But what if I don’t?”

“We’d all be working during the day anyhow,” Luke said. “We could sneak in at night.”

“Don’t forget there are
three
of you,” Angelica said patiently. “We’d need the entire third floor, which would eliminate one room for paying guests.”

“True,” Ty conceded. “But you’d have our construction income to fall back on.”

“Not if we aren’t legally married,” Angelica said.

“How about if we merge the two companies?” Luke suggested. “That would work, wouldn’t it?”

“Maybe, but it still doesn’t solve the other problem, which is that my B and B clients would know that I was shacked up with three men.”

Derrick was turning purple again, but this time it appeared to be from excitement. “I’ve got it! We could build an addition onto the house!”

“Or a sort of carriage house out back,” Luke said, getting into the spirit. “All four of us could live there and nobody would have to know we were sharing the same bedroom. We could even have separate entrances. One of us could be your ‘official’ husband, and the other two would be the construction crew members who live in the apartment on the other side.”

“Except there wouldn’t
be
another side,” Ty added.

Angelica put up a hand. “Hold on a minute.” In this case, being the voice of reason was even less fun than usual, but someone had to do it. “Where would we get the money?”

“If we were to sell the house we’re living in now, we’d have plenty.”

Ty was the one who said it, but the other two were both nodding their agreement. Angelica nearly choked on the lump in her throat as her eyes began to fill with tears. The fact that they were willing to give up their own home in order to live together with her said a lot. “That’s very sweet of you, but maybe you could just rent it out. After all, you wouldn’t have to build a real apartment. Just another bedroom and bath.”

Derrick snickered. “It’d have to be a really
big
bathroom.”

“And we could have meals together in the main house,” Luke said. “I’m not a bad cook. I could help you.”

Ty reached across the table and took her hand, giving it a firm squeeze. “This could work, Angel. We could
make
it work.”

Angelica’s thoughts vacillated back and forth like two prizefighters trading punches. “I’m sure we could, but isn’t it a little too soon to know what we really feel for each other?”

Ty shrugged. “You know what they say about home remodeling being tough on a relationship. I figure if we can make it through this, we can make it through anything. For now, we’ll get as much of the B and B work done as we can with the money you’ve got. Then if you decide you want us, we’ll take the next step.”

“If
I
decide? What about you guys?”

Derrick slipped an arm around her waist, pulling her close. “We’ve already decided, Angel. The ball’s in your court now.”

Chapter 7

Angelica couldn’t argue the fact that Jake, despicable though he might be, made the best chicken fingers she’d ever tasted in her life. And Derrick was right about the cheesy potatoes.

“Awesome, aren’t they?” he said as she took the first taste.

“Absolutely. Now if I can just weasel the recipe out of him, I’ll include it on my Sunday brunch menu.”

“Not sure he’d give it to you now,” Luke said. “You’ve got him good and riled.”

“Maybe, but I bet if I eat enough of them, I can probably figure out the ingredients.” She took another bite. “Hash browns, obviously. Topped with crushed cornflakes drowning in butter. Cheese—gotta be sharp cheddar—some bits of chicken, probably from cream of chicken soup…onions…sour cream…salt, pepper.” She glanced up at Jake, who was scowling at her from across the counter. “I’m right, aren’t I?”

Jake snorted. “Wouldn’t tell you if you were.”

“Don’t worry, Angel,” Derrick said. “You can try them out on me anytime you like. I’ll give you my honest, unbiased opinion.”

“Would serve him right if I stole all his customers, too,” Angelica said tartly. “He’s not very nice to you guys.”

Ty shrugged. “He just calls us the Fag Brothers. It’s not like it isn’t true…sort of.”

Angelica flipped over the menu. It was blank on the other side, save for a few catsup stains.
Not much of a selection…
“Doesn’t matter. It’s still not a good way to treat your customers.”

“True,” Luke said. “And we do eat here a lot.”

Angelica laughed softly as an interesting thought occurred to her. “Maybe he really likes you and is afraid to say so.”

Derrick stood up. “Hey, is that it, Jake?” His voice was loud enough that everyone in the diner could hear him. “You’ve got the hots for us?”

Jake snarled, but his blush gave him away.

“Holy shit!” Derrick exclaimed. “After all these years we find out he really likes us! Who’d have thunk it?”

Ty appeared to be every bit as astonished as Derrick, but Luke was laughing his head off. “I think he’s jealous of you, Angel.”

Derrick sat back down. “You’ve got nothing to worry about there, sweetheart. I may be a slut, but I wouldn’t let
him
in my ass for anything.”

Angelica was barely able to get the words out, she was laughing so hard. “Not even for the potatoes?”

Derrick was firm. “No. Not even that.”

“He has high standards for a slut,” Luke said smugly. “After all, he’s been nailed by the best.”

“And when you
are
the best, it’s not bragging.” Derrick gave her a nudge. “Gonna let him try it later?”

“Maybe.” Once again, the thought of having a cock in every orifice had Angelica gasping for breath.
What would that
feel
like?

Derrick nodded his approval. “How about we take you back to our place for the night? We’ve got a humongous bed. Of course, if you prefer the floor—”

“I don’t.”

“Well then for pity’s sake, eat up, and let’s get out of here,” Luke said brusquely. “You just can’t say something like that and then sit around dawdling.”

Derrick snickered. “You’ll have to excuse his lack of manners, Angel. All you said was ‘maybe,’ but I’ll bet he’s got the biggest, hardest boner he’s ever had in his life.”

Angelica shot a questioning glance at Luke, who nodded, the gaze from his fierce blue-gray eyes holding her like a chain. “Like a rock.”

“Painful?” Angelica asked.

“Excruciating.”

“Well, we can’t have that, now. Can we?” She waved at Jake, smiling broadly. “Oh, Jake, dear, could you bring us the check, please?”

* * * *

Luke volunteered to do the driving, knowing full well that one touch from any of the others would send him off on a sexual rampage none of them would ever forget—or forgive. As usual, Derrick got into the action first and, with a little help from Ty, was already in the process of stripping Angelica down to her skin before they even got out of the car. By the time Luke came through the front door after putting the car away, she was naked with her arms around Derrick’s neck. When she slid her arms down his back to push off his jeans, the sight of Derrick’s meaty ass coupled with her succulent tits had Luke fumbling with his belt, his fingers cold and trembling with lust.

“Nice place you’ve got here,” she commented. Planting a kiss on Derrick’s lips, she added, “I take it you guys did the renovations.”

Ty shucked off his jeans before yanking her butt up against his groin. “Sure did. Shouldn’t be too hard to rent it out or sell it.”

“I wouldn’t be in a hurry to advertise it just yet,” Angelica cautioned. “My whole B-and-B deal could fall through at any time.”

Ty trailed kisses down her neck to her shoulder. “I doubt it. That kind of quaint little inn does very well around here. I’m surprised the bank was so stingy.”

Gripping Derrick’s butt with both hands, she pulled his cheeks apart, exposing his tight manhole. “Me, too, though it might have been due to my lack of backing. Like I said, he wanted me to take on a partner.”

Derrick wiggled his ass, sending a lightning bolt of sensation through Luke’s balls. He was about to come, and he hadn’t even gotten his pants unzipped yet. “The economy still isn’t in that great a shape. I guess it pays to be cautious.”

Cautious.
Luke knew that was exactly what he had to be or Angelica would never let him in her ass again. It had to be done just right. Drawing on every ounce of self-control he possessed, he shut the door and unbuttoned his shirt. Casting it aside, he kicked off his boots and jeans and joined the party.

“C’mon, Angel,” Derrick growled as Luke threaded his arms around Angelica to pull her hip against his cock. “What d’you say we forget about the house for now and concentrate on fucking each other’s brains out?”

Luke would never have said that to her, but Angelica never flinched and growled right back at him. Derrick the Slut could get away with murder, it seemed. But, then, he wasn’t intending to fuck her ass.

Or was he? Derrick had nailed Luke’s butt plenty of times. Would he try to get there first? Luke ran his fingers down her back, cupping Angelica’s soft bottom as he let out a groan that probably sounded every bit as desperate as it felt. If he didn’t fuck her soon, he was going to go completely nuts. A quiet chuckle drew Luke’s eye just in time to catch Derrick’s quick wink. No, slut or not, Derrick wouldn’t do that to him.
That ass is all mine. For now.

Luke kept one hand on her butt while turning her to face him with the other. The kiss was wet and wild as he devoured her lips, thrusting inside the soft warmth of her mouth. The suction she exerted on his tongue startled him at first, but the harder she sucked, the more ravenous he became until the need to possess her overwhelmed him completely.