As she added more batter to the griddle, she pulled out strips of bacon. She could hear the male voices and then she felt a solid arm wrap around her waist.
“Hey, good looking,” Kenny teased as he kissed her on the cheek then copped a feel of her breast.
“Kenny!” she reprimanded as the others filed in.
Kenny released her to Blake who kissed her deeply on the lips as he held her in his arms and caressed her ass in front of Bryant. When he released her lips, she saw Bryant’s facial expression and his red face.
“Get used to it, Bryant. She belongs to us, too,” Quinn challenged as Blake released her to Quinn who cupped her head and kissed her so deeply and thoroughly that Kenny took the spatula from her hand and continued cooking.
“Good morning to you, too,” she stated as she fanned herself.
Before she could take the spatula from Kenny, Bryant pulled her onto his lap, dipped her across his knees and kissed her. She held on to his neck, and he caressed her body, thumbing her breast, then her belly and over the V b
etween her legs.
“Damn it, Bryant!” she slapped his hand and tried to get up. Bryant looked at his brothers and she looked, too. They appeared as if they were smirking.
“This is not a contest!” she exclaimed as she got up and reached for the spatula.
“Ouch!” she squealed after Bryant slapped her on the ass.
She felt the heat and the blush cover her body. Her nipples hardened, and damn it she was so aroused she felt unsteady as she took the spatula from Kenny.
“Got enough for us, darling?” Kenny asked.
“Only if you get the plates and set the table,” she scolded. She was grateful that they couldn’t see her face. She was thrilled that they were trying and no one had thrown any fists.
* * * *
Lena turned off the stove after making what seemed like dozens upon dozens of flapjacks and bacon strips. She knew they were big men with hearty appetites, but damn they sure did eat a lot. She began to place the pans into the sink when she heard them whispering behind her, and then someone pulled her by her hips back toward the table.
It was Blake, and despite the fact that he ate about twelve pancakes he looked hungry.
“You like syrup, Lena?” Bryant asked as he held the bottle in his hands. His eyes looked dark and filled with lust as he popped the top open.
“Yes,” she whispered, wondering why her voice was shaking.
“I have an idea, Lena. You look so damn delicious, and I don’t think I had enough for breakfast,” Bryant exclaimed.
“What? You had like fourteen pancakes and probably a pound of bacon yourself.”
Blake turned her around and covered her mouth with his own. He pressed his tongue into her mouth, drawing her under his spell as he caressed her lower back and pushed it against his crotch. She felt his hard cock beneath the jeans as she moaned.
His hands continued to roam over her body then under her shorts to her ass cheeks. Heavy, large hands warmed her instantly and she felt herself lean closer against him.
When he began to push her panties and shorts down, she realized what they had in mind.
Blake released her lips.
“Get up on the table, Lena,” he told her firmly. Oh God, now Blake is giving orders.
They cleared the table probably while Blake was seducing her and making love to her mouth. She stepped out of her shorts and panties and heard their intake of breaths.
“She’s got a great ass, huh, Bryant?” Blake stated knowingly. Lena swallowed hard and Kenny touched her belly where she stood.
“All clothes off. This is going to get sticky.”
“Oh my Lord,” she whispered as Kenny and Quinn lifted her shirt up and off of her. Blake pressed her closer to the table as Bryant unclipped her bra then reached under her arms from behind her to cup her breast. She felt the fluid leak from her pussy, and her legs nearly gave out.