Page 141 of Ten Hammers

I catch his eyes and hold them. And as I do, I reach between us for his cock. His eyes widen and he lets out a soft sound, then his gaze drops down between us.

He stares at my pussy, pink and glistening. He licks his lips and then his eyes are back on mine, but now it’s like the pupils, brimming with desire, have swallowed Jack’s irises up.

I’ve won, but I can’t gloat. I can’t manage to do anything other than tip my chin up so that he captures my lips in a kiss, and wrap my fist around his cock.

We moan in unison. He shifts me in his arms, maintaining his balance easily, and then he’s sliding his cock into me.

We moan again, longer and louder. I thought the torture was over, but Jack has other ideas, and by the time he’s done plunging into me until I see an entire galaxy of stars, I’ve been rocked by an orgasm that melts every single one of my bones. We drop into bed and he pulls my limp body alongside his, gathering me into his arms. He drops kisses on my eyelids, which I didn’t even know could feel this heavy just from sex.

“Hey, Win, by the way,” I hear Cruz say from the entrance of the gazebo, “I could be hard again instantly if you–”

I laugh. “Sorry, Cruzie. Every part of me needs downtime. Like a week’s downtime.”

“Fair enough,” I hear him agree, and then I’m drifting off to sleep, nestled in Jack’s arms. Wrapped up tight in all of their love.

Epilogue

Winnie

Several Months Later

“It’s time for turkeys, you turkeys!” Jack shouts.

While no one else laughs, I do.

“Thank you for the pity giggle, Winifred,” he says, pulling me into his big, strong arms for a deeply satisfying kiss.

“Aww, it wasn’t out of pity. And anytime, Jack-of-all-trades,” I say. “I love you, baby.”

“Mmm, not as much as I love you.”

Of course, Diesel takes the sweetness out of the moment by giving my ass a ridiculously hard squeeze as he passes us by. I squeal in protest but I’ve found that I like it when he occasionally digs those fingertips in just enough to leave a mark. “Happy Thanksgiving, Peach.”

As always, Thanksgiving dinner is set up buffet-style so everyone can fill up their plates before heading to the table. But what’s different is that for the first time since the boys gifted me my cottage in Whispering Glen, we’re celebrating the holiday in Smithville, not there. We’re celebrating the holiday at home.

“What a feast,” Cruz remarks.

“Yeah, I kind of went overboard this year, but–”

“Oh, honey, baby, darlin’, I wasn’t talking about the food, I was talking about the cook.” He squeezes both of my shoulders and presses a kiss to the side of my neck.

“Could one of you guys run across the street and tell your Mom and Popsy we’re ready for them, that would be great,” I say.

“I got it, Pooh,” Gavin volunteers.

As he heads out, I double check everything.

Sweet potato casserole, green bean casserole, macaroni and cheese, dressing, homemade cranberry sauce, mashed potatoes, two turkeys (one fried), a ham, brussel sprouts, cornbread, dinner rolls, five pies…

“The only thing we’re missing is Max and Mason,” I remark.

1 Girl & Her Favorite Hammer: Renovations & Romance was such a hit, Max and Mason were immediately offered another show. Nothing to do with dating this time. Max & Mason Make It Work is strictly about swooping in and fixing up a family’s home on a shoestring budget… while shirtless, of course. While they’ve been away filming for the last month, the three of us have become experts in the art of phone sex and x-rated video chats. I think of last night, when Max told me exactly how he wanted me to touch myself and made me make myself come several times. Then he turned me over to Mason whose dirty talk reached all new levels of panty-melting hotness. Unfortunately, they won’t be back until Christmas.

Then I glance around. “And Axel. Where’s Axel?”

I’ve been so busy I haven’t realized he hasn’t been around for a couple of hours.

“He was picking us up from the airport, princess,” a voice I know all too well says and I swear I get chills as I spin around and see Max standing in the doorway to the kitchen. I run to him and he lifts me off my feet, giving me a kiss to make up for four weeks of missed kisses. Then he puts me down and steps aside so I can get the same treatment from Mason.

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