After the Storm (Storm, #1)

“Are they always like that?” Noah looked at the ladies picking up garbage around the yard as he continued to put the broken branches in a pile.

“Actually, this is their good behavior.” Rodney shook his head and laughed. “Lexi actually gives the guys ‘danger pay’ for having to listen to their comments. Doesn’t bother me.” He shrugged. “I’ve been working here since they opened the place fifteen years ago. The Troublesome Trio was worse when Lexi’s grandmother, Patsy, was still here. They were the Fearsome Foursome then. Put fear into the hearts of many men. Patsy especially loved pinching butts, no man dared bend over in front of her, and man, for her age she could move wicked fast when she wanted to.”

Noah looked up to see Lexi and the ladies watching them. He turned to Rodney “So, should we have some fun?”

“It’s your funeral. I’m sure you can give them a thrill, just be warned there’s no telling what they’ll do.” He nodded his head toward them.

“I think I can handle them.” Noah made sure his back was to the ladies and slowly started to pull his shirt up. With the shirt over his head, still in his hands, he stretched to one side and then the other making sure his muscles were tight and taut. He twisted from the waist so they could get a look at this abdomen. When he was finally done showing off he looked up at the ladies. The three older ladies had their mouths open and were fanning themselves while Lexi just stood there looking at him with one raised eyebrow, her arms crossed over her chest and slowly shaking her head. She knew what he was doing. He just smiled and shrugged, throwing a kiss to the ladies before going back to work.

*

“Oh Lexi, girl, you are in trouble with that one,” Evelyne said as she waved her hand in front of her face.

“I’d like to be in that kind of trouble,” Leigh replied as she let out a dramatic sigh.

“Tell me about it.” Even though Lexi has seen him without a shirt many times, it never got old. Her fingers itched to discover every inch of his body. She was getting worked up watching his muscles move as he flung the huge branches around like they were nothing.

“How much trouble are you in, dear?” Marie asked kindly.

Not as much trouble as he is going to be in. “Ladies, after the wonderful display Noah gave us, I think you should go have some fun with him. I won’t give you a hard time about what you do or say. Nothing is off limits.” Lexi was laughing to herself as she went to find more garbage bags. She turned around to see the ladies had their heads together and could only imagine what they were planning.

Noah won’t know what hit him.

These three ladies were better at this than any one of his fans throwing their bodies at him. Served him right, whatever they did to him, for deliberately playing with them by taking his shirt off and flexing his muscles. She’d spent many a night trying to go to sleep with the image of her running her hands all over his naked chest.

*

Noah turned with a huge log slung over his shoulder and saw the three ladies walking toward him. No, not walking—stalking towards him. He put the log on the pile with the others and turned to meet them. “What can I do for you ladies?” He smiled as he ran the back of his hand over his forehead.

“Well,” started Leigh, “we thought you might be thirsty, so we brought you some water. Here.” As she reached her hand out to give him the glass of water it tipped and spilled all over the front of his pants. He gasped at the cold seeping through his shorts.

“Oh, dear me. I’m so sorry, I’m clumsy. Here, I can clean it up.” He was surprised at how quickly she got down on her knees in front of him and pulled a rag out of her back pocket and started to rub on the front of his pants, right where his dick was shivering from the cold.

“Ah, that’s okay, I’ve got it.” He grabbed the rag out of her hands and offered to help her up.

Once Leigh was on her feet looking disappointed, Evelyne came forward waving a bottle of sunscreen at him. “The sun is hotter than you think. We wouldn’t want you to get burned. Would you like for me to put some on your back?”

“Sure, thanks, that would be nice.” These women were old enough to his grandmother. There was no reason to think that they weren’t just being nice to him. Right?

Evelyne started to rub it on his back, and he thought he heard her moan, but he couldn’t be sure. All of a sudden her hands sneaked around to this chest and started rubbing. He looked down and saw her fingers start to play with his nipples. “Umm, I think my nipples have enough sunscreen. Thanks”

“Oh, now, honey, you can’t be too sure. The nipples are very sensitive, you don’t want to get them burned. That happened to me once, it wasn’t fun.” With a quick pinch to them, she backed away.

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