For the longest time, she’d been alone.
There hadn’t been a man in her life, ever. She imagined the mortification if those three men ever found out that she got her kicks from porn and a wild imagination. In her mind, there was never any question. She liked her sex hot and dirty. Nothing would be off-limits, including anal. She groaned. Why was she even thinking like this?
After high school, she’d worked for her grandma, doing several night courses. The few men she’d been on dates with hadn’t exactly rung her bell, as her grandma would put it. Then, after her grandma died, Daphne had put all of her focus into running the bed-and-breakfast. There had been offers of dates, but she’d turned them all down flat.
She was a thirty-year-old virgin.
Pitiful. And now three bullies were living with her.
Sliding her hand down her body, she cupped herself through the hard denim of her jeans. She whimpered as she was close to her clit, driving the fabric a little harder against herself.
She pulled her hand away, wishing Dean, of all people, hadn’t set her body aflame.
“I need a shower.” She got to her feet, determined to wipe the memory of his scolding touch from her body. After turning the shower on, she stripped out of her clothes, tempted to burn them all so she’d never see the evidence of her arousal ever again, or what she’d nearly begged Dean to do. How could she even want that man? Twelve years hadn’t changed much.
All three men would bully her, and now it seemed they’d changed the game rules. Coming to her place of work after this long. She couldn’t figure it out. The way Micah had talked to her, even flirted. He’d been the one who rarely bullied her, but he’d still been part of it all, laughing.
She shoved those thoughts aside. Her grandma always told her she was a strong woman, and while they never saw her break down, it made her the winner. Still, after being naked in front of the high school because of their pranks and jokes, she’d gotten a whole lot of stick for it. As one of the biggest girls in the school, the names had just been awful.
Rather than dwell on the painful past, she stepped beneath the warm spray of the water, tilting her head back to bask in the feel of it as it washed over her sensitive skin.
For several seconds, she merely stood beneath it, trying to find the calmness she had prior to finding three bullies in her home.
Nothing.
Staring straight ahead of her, she slowly slid her hands down her body. The shower wasn’t helping to calm her nerves or dull her senses. She needed some touch. At her breast, she stroked her nipple, pinching the hard bud for a shot of pain before moving down to her stomach.
She hesitated. If she did this, it would be admitting that Dean turned her on. Closing her eyes again, she could almost feel his lips at her neck, not to mention the touch that held the promise of holding her throat as she sucked his cock hard.
Daphne cupped her sex before sliding a finger between her slit. She stroked over her clit, gasping. Slamming her palm to the tile floor in front of her, she spread her legs a little more.
Keeping her eyes closed, she ran her fingers back and forth across her clit, teasing up and down, left to right, adding a second finger.
She imagined Dean coming up behind her, his tight grip on her hips as he pulled her back. She whimpered, just imagining how hard he’d be. When he pushed her up against the gazebo, she’d felt some of his hardness. Had Dean been holding back?
She didn’t know the man to judge him, and quite frankly, she didn’t care. He’d touched her, set her body aflame with need, and now as she imagined him biting her neck, roughly cupping her tits, and pressing her body against the cold tile wall, it was all she needed to come.
Her orgasm took her by surprise, her moans filling the air as she rode the wave of pleasure with each stroke of her fingers. Working her clit until she couldn’t take it anymore.
She dropped her head to her hand, trying to catch her breath. It had been a couple of weeks since she’d brought herself to orgasm. This was the first time it had been so intense. She licked her lips just thinking about the pleasure Dean had inspired.
Deep down, she knew she should hate herself for even responding a little bit, but she couldn’t help it. Her body knew what it wanted, and right at that moment, she wanted Dean. It didn’t for a second mean she was going to succumb to the pleasure. With her thoughts back in the right place, she turned the shower off, grabbed a towel, and opened the curtain only to scream at Eric leaning against her doorframe.