Page 45 of Reverse Perspective

“Oh yeah?” Mason smirks at me as he looks in the pot on the stove. “No veggies?”

“Excuse me?” I ask with a frown. “Who the fuck puts veggies in chicken and dumplings? This isn’t chicken pot pie.”

“Greg said his wife is from somewhere up north and she puts peas and carrots in hers,” he says with a shrug. “Can’t knock it till you try it, I guess.”

“I have tried it,” I deadpan. “It’s chicken pot pie. That’s not what I’m cooking.”

“You are so offended and it’s hilarious,” Dean laughs and wraps his arms around me.

“It’s blasphemy,” I declare. “It’s not how things are done in the South.”

“Times are changing, babe,” Dean says.

“Times are stupid then,” I mumble and hug him back.

Once dinner is done, we all get a bowl and sit in the dining room to eat. The guys tell me about their day at the office. Everything went smoothly, apparently. Todd tells them about how he had to help me get dressed and to bed. For a moment I think that they might get mad about that, but they were the ones who sent him with me. They know what happens when I take my medicine, so logically they’d have nothing to get upset over. The guys all express their gratitude for him helping me. I try to collect bowls but Lance takes them from me and walks them to the kitchen to rinse them.

“We are going to get going,” Todd says as he hugs me.

“Okay. Let us know if anything comes up with the police. I assume everything is going through you?” I ask.

“Yes. Everything goes through me,” he confirms. “I have a call with the sheriff tomorrow, so hopefully they’ll have an update.”

“Bye. Text me if you need to talk, okay?” Stacy says. “I know you are only used to talking to the guys about personal things, but I am here for you.”

“I’ll be taking you up on that,” I laugh. I go to the kitchen and see Lance cleaning up. “Todd is leaving.”

“Ah. Okay. I’ll go say bye,” he says as he sets a bowl down and turns to me. “I’ll finish up. Don’t touch anything.” Lance kisses my cheek and steps past me to go to see Todd and Stacy out.

I go to the sink and resume cleaning up. It doesn’t take me long to load the remaining dishes into the dishwasher, add detergent, and start it. As I am wiping the counters off, hands grab my hips and push me against the counter. Right away I know it’s Lance when he steps closer and presses his body against mine. They all have a distinct smell and when they are close enough, I know. The way Lance smells reminds me of what it’s like to walk through the woods. It’s almost like a woodsy scent. Dean’s cologne is a bit musky and it’s fucking mouthwatering. Even fresh out of the shower he has this scent profile that numbs my brain. Mason reminds me of sandalwood and citrus.

“I told you to not touch it,” Lance says. His tone melts me and I am unable to speak for a moment.

“It’s not a big deal,” I say.

“It is a big deal. You didn't feel well today, so you shouldn’t push yourself,” he says. “Why didn’t you listen to me?”

“Because I don’t have to,” I laugh.

“You need to lose your attitude, Sadie,” Lance says in a tone I now recognize as lustful.

“Make me,” I say.

Lance growls and I can’t help but giggle. I gasp when he steps back and yanks my leggings down, then pushes me forward to lean over the counter.

“Lance!” I squeal when he smacks my bare ass in rapid succession. The fire that spreads across my skin with each bite of his skin against mine sends a wave of pleasure to my core. The heat of my sudden arousal ignites in my belly as a slight pressure spreads. When he rubs his hand across my fire-stricken bottom, I groan and rest my head in my arms on the counter.

“When I tell you to lose your attitude I expect you to listen, Little Demon,” he murmurs as he dips two fingers into my pussy and curls them. He hits something inside of me that immediately lets a moan slip free as if it was never restrained.

“Fuck, that’s good,” I groan when he starts to thrust his fingers into me as his other hand reaches around to rub my clit. His pace is rapidly quickening until I am shaking as he finger fucks me. I can hardly stand even with the counter supporting much of my weight.

"Come for me, pretty girl. Let me hear you sing." Lance purrs. His warm, melodious voice causes goosebumps to form as my nipples harden. All I can focus on is the feelings of pleasure and the pressure growing in my belly. I whimper and push my hips back, desperately trying to find my release.

Everything suddenly explodes when Lance takes my clit between his fingers, pinching and rolling me. “Oh, Lance,” I whimper. “Fuck. I’m gonna come.”

An ear-ringing orgasm rips through me and my moans get trapped as the pleasure becomes more intense than I’ve ever felt before. Even as I am damn near transported to a different dimension, I don’t miss the distinctive sound of my arousal flooding out of me “Oh, that’s my good girl. Keep coming, Little Demon.”

He works me through my climax and I am panting when he pulls his hand out of me. “Fuck, Lance,” I gasp and perk up a bit when he suddenly buries his cock in me.

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