Pendelton Manor by B. J. Wane

before, he was a guy and he never tired of watching girl on girl action. He remembered how turned on he used to get watching Nicole with them, even after they had become a couple.
    There was no headier feeling than bringing the woman you cared about the ultimate pleasure. After they married, Adrian had become more possessive, not allowing the other guys to penetrate his wife, but he had no qualms about allowing them, or the girls, help coax her to climax. Whether she was free to participate or restrained and unable to do anything except take what he, or they, dished out, it always heightened his own pleasure to see her come apart.
    But today, his eyes feasted more on his little housekeeper than the other two, the sight of her surprisingly plush breasts with their dusty pink nipples now contracted into taut peaks, being responsible for the hard on kissing his zipper. Her hair was windblown around her pink cheeked face, her blue eyes lit with a mixture of arousal and unease, as if she didn’t know how to accept the fact that watching Nora and Rachel together turned her on. She had an expressive face, one that held delicacy and strength that, at times, bore signs of unbearable sadness. Right now that grief was masked, hidden behind a façade of innocent lust, a look that turned him inside out as much as the one of sorrow did.
    He fought against it, knew he shouldn’t give in to the urge to go to her and touch her, give her pleasure he knew she both needed and wanted. But ever since he had talked to Ash earlier and he had told Adrian about Sophie watching them again, only this time naked and out in the open while she pleasured herself, he couldn’t get the image out of his mind. The image obsessed him enough to piss him off and he had every intention of avoiding her when he arrived home this afternoon, having headed out back in search of Nora and Rachel without knowing Sophie had joined them. Now, as he saw her reach out to pick up her shirt, he found himself automatically going to her with every intention of forestalling her dressing, his body ruling out over his mind.
    Sophie picked her shirt up off the fountain bench, shivering slightly when a light mist started to fall, the clouds having snuck in while she had been absorbed in watching Nora and Rachel, cooling her heated, bare flesh. Taking a step back, she once again bumped into a now very familiar hard body, an equally hard arm snaking around her waist, holding her tightly against him. “Adrian?” Mortified, she attempted to bring the shirt up to cover herself, but his arm kept her arms pinned to her sides.
    “It’s getting to be a habit of yours, this backing into me,” he said dryly as he nipped lightly at her earlobe. “Don’t get me wrong, I like feeling your ass cuddling my dick. I hear you like to get off while you watch.” Adrian kissed her neck when she struggled against his hold as he coaxed, “Stay, Sophie. Watch and enjoy.”
    Sophie glanced from the naked girls embracing each other in a sixty-nine position, Nora’s blonde hair and pale skin a direct erotic contrast to Rachel’s darker coloring, to the grey skies. “It’s starting to rain.” Even though it was barely misting, she’d use any excuse to get out of this embarrassing situation, no matter how good he felt against her or how turned on she was by watching Nora and Rachel.
    “Just a light mist. No lightning, no thunder. You’re safe with me.” His arm tightened around her. “Remember that, Sophie, no matter what you may hear, I promise you’ll always be safe with me.”
    Sophie recalled the cashier at the grocery store telling her that Adrian had been a suspect in his wife’s death and she also remembered how quickly she had refused to believe he was capable of hurting someone he had so obviously loved at one time. She prayed she wasn’t being naïve, then or now, because she wanted to stand here with him and see where this was going.
    “Adrian.” Turning her head to look up at