Three Men and a Woman: Annabelle (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Rachel Billings Page A

turns fondling and kissing her, well, hot damn, was all she had to say about it.
    Kevin kept sliding her sly looks, and she wondered what he was up to. He’d called—obviously, Rowen had shared her phone number as well as her body—at about three-thirty. To make sure she’d woken, he’d said. And then he went ahead and gave her instructions about what to wear, with just as much authority as Ro ever used. Full bra, this time, he said. Short skirt. And no undies , like she should have to be told, he said.
    Before they entered the restaurant, he stopped them and pushed her up against the brick wall outside the door. He motioned Ro over, and the two of them used their big bodies to block her from view of the street.
    “I did a little shopping,” Kevin said. He took a couple things from his jacket pocket and handed one to Rowen. “Inside her bra, right over the nipple.” Then, one at a time, they reached in and slid these little round patches in place. There was a little thickness to them. They reminded Annabelle of those stupid little petals women were supposed to buy, so their nipples wouldn’t show. Like Ro wouldn’t get any woman over that in a big hurry.
    Hiding her nipples wasn’t what Ro was usually about. But he and Kevin exchanged a satisfied look and pulled her into the restaurant.
    A little later, they were all squeezed together in a dark booth, ordering Chinese. She was just giving her order when the “petals” started vibrating. She jumped and gave a little squeal. Kevin watched her, all innocence, as she stumbled through her order. As soon as the waitress had turned her back, she swatted him.
    “Turn those off,” she said.
    “No,” he responded. “And don’t complain about it again.” Then he went on and asked Rowen about his show that night.
    Annabelle leaned back against the padded seat. Under the tablecloth, both men had a casual hand on her thigh. Gradually, though, they were pressing against her, opening her legs. She started sweating. The vibration against her nipples was constant, and her pussy was starting to throb.
    “Kevin, please!”
    He looked across her to Ro. “She complained.”
    Rowen nodded. “She did. Did you bring something along for punishment?”
    “I did,” he said. “Butt plug.”
    Annabelle moaned as he looked back at her. “I told you not to complain.”
    Like what happened next was going to be her own fault.
    “Now, rest your forearms on the table, puss, and lean forward. Way forward,” he instructed. “Lift up a little. Ro, hike her skirt up out of the way.”
    Then Kevin put his hand under her and worked the thing into her ass. Somehow, he’d managed to lube it up, and it went in pretty easily. Apparently, it wasn’t as big as certain guys’ hard cocks. “Good job, puss,” he said when he was done. “You can sit back.”
    She sat down and moaned again, having to adjust to the thing up her ass. She squeezed a little and that seemed to settle it more comfortably. But she whimpered when Kevin offered a little remote control device to Rowen. “Want the honors?”
    “You bet.”
    Oh, God. She was pretty sure that wasn’t the control for the petals. Kevin was still playing with that, cranking them up until she started to pant, then backing them down.
    Rowen waited until the waitress was back. Just as Annabelle was thanking her for her dinner, the plug started vibrating in her ass.
    She held back the squeal this time, though she was sure her smile for the waitress cracked. When they were alone, the men went at their dinners, eating and talking theater as though she wasn’t even there. But they had her legs spread open now, and their hands were creeping up her thighs.
    “Full monty now?”
    “Yeah,” Ro said, and the vibrations in all three places went to maximum. “I’ll take her clit. I’ve got my hand in just the right position.”
    And he did. He was on her left, and he put his middle finger right over her clit, flicking at it without moving his