Jude’s cheeks grew red. “I missed you too. Come on, dinner is almost ready.”
He grabbed my hand, leading me into his home. The entryway led into an open concept floor plan. He had a large living room with a fireplace and a huge TV was mounted in the corner. The home was cozy, had a lived-in feel and his walls were filled with art and photos.
“It smells delicious in here,” I said, putting my bag down, watching Jude walk into the kitchen that overlooked the living room and dining room.
“I’m making ribs, with mashed potatoes and broccolini,” he said, lowering the heat on a pot after checking in on it. “Come on, let's get you showered and food should be ready.”
He let Barnaby down on the floor and I was able to admire him in grey sweats and a white henley. He looked mouth-watering.
“Long day at the ranch?” he asked, picking up my bag and leading me into his bedroom that looked like it was plucked out of a magazine.
“Kind of, having Webber there helps and Iris stopped by today too,” I said, looking around. “He makes it less lonely and I didn’t realize how much shit your brother handles. How they managed to take care of everything without extra help is beyond me. Iris has been handling some office stuff for me or else I’d be extra screwed.”
“We’ve been telling him for years to get help, but he always brushed it off,” Jude said, putting my bag down and turning the light on to the ensuite bathroom. “I’ve set towels out for you.”
I hugged him from behind, kissing his neck, not lingering since I was filthy.
“Thank you.” I turned him around for a kiss when a knock interrupted us.
“Let me get that and you can have a shower darlin’.” He grinned, giving me a quick peck before leaving. “But don't take too long!”
I chuckled, making my way into the bathroom that had a decent sized shower, but not big enough for all three of us. Turning it on, I stripped, wanting to take a quick shower because if Webber came in, we might take longer and I was starving for Jude and food.
“Sam!” Jude screeched as Webber laughed.
My heart thumped rapidly in my chest again, hearing them in the other room and I willed it to get a grip. I stepped under the hot water letting it wash the day away.
“Jesus Christ, Forest, you’re a man's wet dream come true.”
I turned around to see Webber getting out of his clothes.
“Peaches, don’t even think about it,” I said, grabbing the soap and washing myself quickly.
“What?” he asked so innocently, getting into the shower with me.
I shook my head and washed my hair quickly. “You don’t fool me.”
“I’m starving for food, I don’t know about you,” he said, grabbing the soap. “But you don’t want to miss your back.”
He lathered my back, kneading my muscles, making me groan. His hands traveled south, groping and kneading my ass before slipping in between my cheeks. He teased my hole as one hand reached around stroking my cock.
“Peaches,” I growled trying to stop him, but it felt so fucking good.
“If I wasn’t so hungry and Jude wasn’t in the next room, I'd make you come so hard,” Webber hissed as he kissed my neck.
I growled, turning around quickly, pinning Webber to the wall by the neck.
“Peaches, you better prepare for me to tan your hide later on,” I snapped.
Webber's nostrils flared. “Don’t make idle threats.”
“Or maybe I’ll make you watch me fuck Jude and make you lick him clean after I’m done with him,” I said as calmly as I could. “Then I’ll make you wait until I’m ready for you to come.”
Webber whimpered.
“Try this again and you won’t like the outcome, Peaches.” I nipped his earlobe and released him.
I finished washing myself up as he stood behind me in silence, our tension quadrupled. We switched places and I slapped his ass before walking out. My cock was throbbing desperately for attention as I got dressed.
