Page 21 of Tangled up in You

“You two are horndogs.” Oliver’s voice follows me. “Give her time to eat and digest before you shove your dicks in all her holes.”

I snort. As much as he’s bitching, I know he’d do the same with her consent. Closing the bathroom door, I undress and jump into the shower. The water is brisk. Having no power sucks. Hopefully, it gets fixed sometime today, but with how winters can be here, I’m not holding my breath.

I clean up quickly and put on fresh clothes. When I head down to the kitchen, the others are already spooning dry cereal out of bowls into their mouths. I take the only available seat at the table and pour myself breakfast.

“Is there an ETA on when the power will be fixed?” I ask.

“If there is, we don’t know about it,” Kent says. “Data’s out too.”

“Damn.” I grumble.

“We can play a board game or cards to pass the time.” Oliver suggests.

Melanie pushes her wet hair behind her ear. “Strip poker?”

I raise an eyebrow. “You’ve become surprisingly upbeat about our arrangement in the last twelve hours. Why the sudden shift in mood?”

She shrugs. “Even though I was worried about discussing it last night, it was a good thing we did. I’m not ready for something serious. My marriage has been over for years despite how long the divorce took, but it doesn’t change that this is scary for me. I have no job and no home of my own. I have no idea where my life is headed. Oliver’s suggestion that we go with the flow and that game last night made me realize I have to start somewhere. I can’t stay stuck in a rut, letting my life pass me by. That was why I left my ex in the first place. I needed a change.”

She pauses to release a heavy sigh. “You all put in a lot of effort to know me, then and now. I thought I did, but it’s obviousI didn’t. I want to fix that by seeing where this goes and getting reacquainted.”

“I think we’re off to a good start.” I wink.

Melanie rolls her eyes, but smiles.

“If you’re looking for a job, I can help with that,” Oliver says. “My receptionist at the law office is going to be taking maternity leave soon. We haven’t found anyone to take her place yet. It’s temporary, but we could probably find you something more permanent later.”

“And if that doesn’t work…” Kent speaks up. “You can work with me. I’ve been thinking of expanding the hardware store to online orders, but I have no idea how to do it.”

“I’m used to office jobs, so I could do either.” Melanie perks up.

“Look at that.” I smile. “Things are looking up already.”

I’m happy Melanie is thinking about her future, and I hope we’re in it. I’ll do everything in my power to make sure we are. We may have started off as friends and lost touch, but I think the new relationship we’re building is going to be even better than what we had.

We’re no longer scared teenagers. We’re older and wiser; anything is possible.

After breakfast, I carry the dishes to the sink. Oliver washes them while Kent dries and puts them away. I turn to watch Melanie wipe down the table. She leans across it, giving me a glorious view of her ass clad in jeans. My body moves on its own. I grip her hips and press my hardened length against her sweet, round ass.

Glancing over her shoulder, she asks, “Can I help you?”

“Fuck yeah, you can.” I turn her to face me as she straightens.

Gripping the back of her neck, I pull her into a hard kiss. Our lips part, and our tongues play with one another. Gliding myhand from her neck to her chest, I break the kiss and guide her back to lie on the table.

Done with their chore, Kent and Oliver get on either side, pulling her up until she’s spread out before us. We help her remove her clothes, tossing them about the room. Her chest rises and falls with her quickening breaths. I lick my lips at the sight of her bare breasts bouncing slightly from the movements.

“I guess we’re not playing strip poker,” Melanie says.

A smile curves my lips as I take off my clothes, and the others follow suit. “We’re stripping, and in a minute, we’re definitely going topoke hermany, many times.”

She giggles at my pun. Her gaze trails between Kent, Oliver, and me, watching us become as naked as she is. Stepping between her thighs, I bend to tongue her clit. Kent and Oliver play with her breasts, massaging them with their hands and mouths.

Melanie moans as we lavish her with affection. Not giving her even a moment of reprieve, I insert two fingers into her pussy. I pump in and out of her as I continue licking her sensitive nub. She trembles in response to our ministration. It doesn’t take long for her to cry out as her orgasm tears through her. We don’t stop, prolonging her euphoria and enjoying the view.

As she slumps to the table, gasping for breath, I straighten. “You come so beautifully.”

“I’ll never get tired of seeing it.” Oliver brushes hair off her forehead with the back of his fingers.

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