Apparently, my brother got better far quicker than we thought possible and decided to use his fist to talk for him. I let men be men and eventually they worked that shit out amongst themselves.
“You feeling okay?” John ask, cupping my jaw. So overprotective.
“I’m good,” I smile, kissing him lightly as the familiar scent of Richard surrounds me. The handsome devil locks our hands together and kisses my engagement ring, offering me a possessive heated look. It hadn’t been a discussion. The engagement element.
I was already betrothed, but my men had just bought a house for us and said we were getting married. That simple. God it feels good to let go of control, just for a bit. I snuggle into Richard as my psycho inhales and murmurs a sweet, “I love you.”
Then we’re assaulted by Christmas. The extended family has been invited and I find myself a tad overwhelmed with all of the voices, sounds, and smells. A massive Christmas tree stands in the center of the ballroom, where the bigger party is being held. I know later, over hot chocolate, our family will have our own small gathering. I can’t keep track of everyone we greet, and eventually, I just lean onto one of the boys, making sure to keep it fairly PG.
Oh, and if you thought they try to hide our relationship, you’d be dead fucking wrong. Legally, I may be only getting married to Richard, but each boy takes turns holding me and introducing me to different people. I see my father across the room and he offers me a smile and raises his glass. Sometimes the man act like he’s the Great Gatsby himself and other times he’s such a freakin’ dork.
“There she is.” My brother clucks his tongue as I offer him a smirk.
I gently wrap my arms around him. We talked over the phone, but this is the first time I’m seeing him since he was taken. A little tear may have escaped and he may have held onto me just a bit longer than normal. I mean come on, the guy is literally my best friend. I pull back and Archie’s hand slips onto my lower back. My brother’s eyes narrow as he looks at my three men.
“So, John doesn’t surprise me,” my brother drawls, “but really, Archie?”
Instead of being embarrassed, the man flashes a smile and shrugs, “I thought my fist did most of the talking for me, but I love her, Sheriff. I don’t believe for a fucking instance that you don’t know that.”
My brother mutters something with a grunt and looks at Richard, “and you, York, where the fuck did you come from?”
Richard’s chest rumbles at the direct confrontation, but keeps it civil. “I’ve always been here. Literally always,” he says softly.
He and my brother exchange a long glance before he shakes his head and presses a kiss to my forehead. “Archie, still pissed, but you’re all adults. Just don’t fuck around near my shit.”
“We have our own home,” I tease with a smile.
“Right, so I will still expect you over for Friday night dinners is what I am hearing,” my brother states as he walks away.
He’ll be right. I don’t cook. He does. That is sibling teamwork folks.
Dinner and dancing goes smoothly and I avoid my step mom like a fucking ninja. It helps I have three men who love having me in their arms. They have been gentle with me since I’ve been back. Especially with sex, and it’s starting to frustrate me. I’m glad they care so much, but I’m going to end up losing it if they don’t stop. I decide to step out onto the large balcony, open and slightly heated so guests can have the outdoors brought in. And waste heating, obviously.
An idea that was 100% my stepmothers if I had to assume.
Speak of the devil. The one voice that irks me more than anything else speaks, “Robyn, didn’t expect to see you here.”
You mean you didn’t want to see me here.
I turn to her and paste on a ‘fuck you’ smile while trying to keep relatively calm. “It’s Christmas, why wouldn’t I be here?”
Now, I can’t deny my stepmother isn’t beautiful. She’s dressed impeccably, her blonde hair flows like a veil around her tiny frame. Honestly, when I think of the devil, she’s what comes to mind. Her eyes harden as she takes in the state of my comfortable yet classic outfit, relaxed hair, and non-makeup face. I know she hates it, but I never imagined that fucking much. Her next words taint the air with hostility.
“I just assumed you’d be busy. After all, I heard a rumor that you’ve been holed up with three men, like a whore,” she hisses, while chidding me at the same time. Very odd. I know my father told her what happened to me, but it’s very clear she’s not aware of which men I’m with. If she was, she’ll probably be fucking ecstatic.
The word ‘whore’ has me inhaling as I try to let the wave of PTSD surging through me go. I go to open my mouth, but don’t have to. She continues as a shadow moves across the balcony space causing me to smile slightly. “Your father has only asked one thing of you, Robyn. To marry well, now you’re living with a bunch of no good…”
“I assure you,” Richard’s arm curved around my waist gently as I leaned back into him, “that Robyn is doing exactly what is best for her, and her father has already approved.”
“In fact,” Archie drawls, “he seems pretty fucking thrilled.”
“Sent us a house warming gift,” John chirps and smiles. “It is becoming very clear why we didn’t receive one from you.”
My lips pull up as my stepmother’s face turn a bright red and she speaks in a shrieky voice trying to sound normal, “Richard York! And Archie! Oh, I wasn’t aware she was living with…”
“What you’re aware of,” Richard drawls, “doesn’t fucking matter to me.”
“It’ll be best for you to leave Robyn alone,” John presses a kiss to my hand while leaning against the balcony rail.
“You wouldn’t want us to emphasize to her father just how you’ve been treating her.”
My stepmother’s face turns bright red, and I find myself smiling. This feels good. This is fucking great, so I don’t stop myself from saying, “that red color on your face is really garish.”
Her eyes snap with an enraged passion as she turns on her heel walking into the house and leaving me chuckling. What a bitch.
“Thank you,” I whisper to them.
Richard nibbles on my ear. “No need to thank us, Red.”
Although Archie grins, “I can think of a few ways to if you really want….”
Right then, my father calls my name from the other room, and the three of them makes discontent noises. Especially Archie, the man is always so fucking busy, and we really need to spend more time together… alone.
“Can you tell him I’ll be a minute?” I ask innocently as I grasp Archie’s hand. Richard raises a brow as John chuckles, both of them walking towards my father.
“What are you doing, sweetheart?” Archie’s questions against my skin, leaving me shivering.
“What?” I tug his hand toward the garden steps. It’s frozen, bare, and dark, but we don’t need fucking plant life for what I have planned. “Can’t I just go on a romantic walk with my fiance? You’re always so busy.”
Archie’s voice takes on a darker tone as we walk down the steps. He coos softly, “do you feel neglected, Robyn?”
We turned the corner so I lean into him, his back against the stone wall of my father’s massive estate. I let out a soft sound as he kisses me lightly, teasing nearly.
“The better question is if you feel neglected,” I tug on his bottom lip. “Didn’t you say you have a few ideas on how I can thank you?”
Archie’s crystal eyes darken as he searches my face and then offers me a dirty smirk. “You want to thank me, sweetheart? Get down on those knees and open your pretty mouth.”
This is one of the many fucking reasons I love Archie, the man reads me so well.
I slide down to my knees and keep his heated eye contact as I run my hand over his hardening erection, flicking the belt he has on open. I nibble my lip and speak the words I know will get him hot, “yes, Sir.”
He lets out a pained, low groan. “Take it ou
t sweetheart. Take out my cock and put it between those soft fucking lips.”
I’m shaking with excitement as I tug open his dark dress pants and pull his boxers down low enough that his hard, thick length pops out, practically hitting me on the fucking face. I grip him as he lets out a low nearly feral sound as I lean in and twirl my tongue around his head.
“Fucking shit,” he groans and I find myself impressed by how hot and solid he is in my mouth, like rock hard. Nearly painful, I imagine. Aren’t they suppose to shrink in the cold? Of course, Archie would be different.
I bring him into my mouth and run my tongue underneath his velvet rigid member. He tried to keep his hands on the stone wall, but within a minute of sucking him into my mouth, burying him inside my throat, he wrenches his fingers into my hair. I let out a small sound as he begins to fuck my face in earnest and I raise my eyes so I’m looking at him the entire fucking time. He lets out a curse and my eyes begin to water the hot river running down my face.
“Such a good fucking girl, taking all of me in that pretty fucking mouth,” he hisses as I gag on him and dig my nails into his hard abs.
“I want to cum inside of you,” he murmurs, and then as if something snaps, he has me up, my face pressed into the stone wall, the material freezing against my turned cheek. I groan as he yanks my hair back and pushes up my dress and tugs down my lace panties. I’m shivering, but not just from the fucking weather. His fingers sink into my center as he groans.
“Always so fucking wet and ready,” he groans.
I would have answered, but instead I let out a cry that he covers with his hand. The fucker buries himself balls deep inside of me and I can feel my entire body exploding in heat. His pace is rough and dominant, so unlike Archie. Well, how you would assume Archie is like. This is my Archie.
“God, you are so fucking tight,” he hisses in my ear. “How is that fucking possible, Robyn? Its like we have re-break in this pussy every single fucking day.”
My legs are shaking as I moan against the stone. I try to not cry out because I can hear the fucking party going on, but he just feels so fucking good. He’s filling me completely and sending white hot pleasure through my body. Nearly fucking painful.
“Come on little bird,” John chimes, suddenly next to my ear. “Cum for him.”
I cry out as his hand comes around to press against my clit, rubbing small little circles around the sensitive area. I can’t see his face, but his breathing is tight and I can feel his rock hard erection against the side of my hip. I let out a cry of pleasure as Archie begins to thrust deep and hard, pushing me against the wall hard enough that I can feel it roughing up my arms, bracing myself there. I can feel myself growing tighter around him as he makes nearly feral sounds from behind me and John nibbles against my neck, strumming my body with ease.
I think when Richard appears on the opposite side, where my face is turned, I begin to really lose my rational ability to focus. My knees weaken as Richard watches me with rapt attention, his reflective eyes possessive and dangerous.
“Cum for him, Robyn,” he demands as if he has complete authority over my body. I think he does. Actually, I know he does.
I cry out and cum on Archie’s cock as he grunts out my name, his fingers biting painfully into my waist. I feel him explode inside of me as a secondary orgasm rushes through my system, making me see black spots. I give in, letting my knees give out as the three of them make sure I don’t fall. My eyes fluttered shut as I breathe in the winter air that seemed to only light up my hot body.
“Come on sweetheart,” Archie pulls out of me, making me whimper in disappointment as John adjusts my dress. I nod and Richard wraps me up in his arms after Archie presses a soft, chaste kiss to my lips. The handsome blonde bastard whispers, “I love you,” against my lips and I murmur them back, feeling nearly shy about the words. John leads the way and I find myself feeling sleepy and nearly euphoric from the contentment and pleasure that’s radiating through me.
The party is still going on in full force and when Richard shifts me so I’m in John’s arm, I look up at my bad boy. His eyes are sparkling with a patient heat that has me feeling beautiful. Before I know it, he’s sweeping me onto the dance floor where couples were swaying to the classic Christmas music being played. I lean into him as he cups my cheek and we sway with an easy grace that doesn't surprise me. You can’t be a thief if you don’t have some level of grace.
“I love you,” he murmurs gently as I tilt my head back and smile.
“I love you so much,” I whisper, and then pause. “I’m sorry.”
He frowns, “for what?”
“For before,” I mumble, “I’m not good with…”
“Emotions.” He grins and kisses my forehead. “I know little bird. I’m sorry I pushed you.”
“I needed it,” I whisper softly as he leans down to press a soft, but really romantic, kiss to my lips. If you had asked what I’d be doing this Christmas two weeks ago, I would have not have said ‘dancing with one of my three amazing fiances’. I love it so much.
I’m not positive how long the two of us swayed on the dance floor and I don’t care how many people are looking at us, because frankly, after everything I’ve been through? Who I fuck and love is none of their God damn business.
The party is winding down and I knew soon we will retire to my father’s study where we will exchange family presents and continue our party in a much smaller level. I chuckle as Richard pulls me away from John, clearly impatient and not liking how much time we’ve spent apart.
“Where are we going?” I grin as he kisses my hand but continues to pull me out of the ballroom and down the hall towards the study. I know no one will be in there yet.
“I have something for you,” he mumbles, looking not nervous, but just a bit more vulnerable than usual. I follow him into the massive dark wood lounge with sapphire velvet couches and dim lighting. A smaller yet magnificent tree sits off to the side, casting a glow around the room.
He sits me down on one of the velvet couches and lifts a long large gold box with a red bow on top and simple tag. I watch his expression as he kneels in front of me.
“You know,” I tease, “I’ve already said yes.”
He chuckles and lays the box on my knees as I easily lift the lid. My throat tightens in realization as I let my eyes trail over a very familiar intricately carved bow and arrow. My eyes water slightly at the sweet gesture. Of course, he’s the one who out bid me, taking what he wanted. He always has. I tilt my head as I reach for a small object in the silk. My eyes widen as I realize what I’m holding.
“Did you take this from the garden that day?” I whisper softly, looking down at the clear pendant with a stunning rose gold chain. It’s gorgeous, but what has tears leaking down my cheeks? Inside of the clear pendant is a petal. An unusually bright and unique petal that I saw for the first time nearly ten years ago.
“I knew your stepmom wouldn’t have let you keep it and when I found it on the ground where you’d spent the entire party, I decided I’d keep it,” he whispers. “So I preserved it for you.”
My eyes close as I inhale and he places the box down, moving closer so he can put the necklace around me. I inhale his familiar scent as he finishes and then places a soft kiss to my lips. God damn perfect bastard.
“I love you,” I whisper softly.
Richard’s lip tilts slightly. “What I feel for you extends past love Robyn. You’re in my bloodstream. Everything about you is… is perfect. You’re fucking perfect, Red.”
I really need him to be more of an asshole or else I’m going to be all gushy and emotional all the time. I kiss him and for a few moments, the two of us just kiss. It’s sweet and slow, as if the entire room has slowed down for this moment in time. When we break away, it’s right when the doors of the study open and the telltale sign of my step-mother’s heels click across the marble floor.
“Didn’t mean to interrupt,” she sneers with her nose up in the air.
> “Yes you did,” Richard lets out an annoyed sound as he comes to sit beside me, tucking me into him. I watch her pour herself a drink and sit across from us, her eyes flickering down to the bow and arrow laying in the pretty gold box.
“What is that?” She hisses, looking disgusted.
I let out a small frustrated sound, “it is none of your God damn business.”
Her eyes narrow. “You’re such a fucking brat, always have been. This is my house, and if I don’t want something here, then it needs to be gone. Including you.”
The door opens, and I know it’s my father because my stepmother offers a laugh and stands up. “We were just waiting for you!”
My father hums as if entertained, his eyes flicker down to the bow and then up to Richard with a chuckle. I don’t understand the look they exchange, but I can practically feel Richard preening. I want to fucking elbow him. Then John and Archie walk in with Sheriff close on their heels. The doors close as music fills the space and dessert is served. Small treats and chocolates that my stepmother would never touch, are put on a plate in front of me. I look to John as he watches me with a ‘don’t you dare not eat because of her’ and it’s true, her eyes on me makes me uncomfortable, so I pop some chocolate in my mouth. I hear her make a sound before it’s covered by my father.
“Let’s open presents, shall we? I have something special for my wife.” He seems on edge, and as I meet his gaze, I see anger there. At who though?
My stepmother sits and offers a smile, looking to Archie and Sheriff, “he always gets me such wonderful presents.”
Both men stare at her as she just looks away trying to not be awkward as fuck. That’s right lady, no one likes you, and no one is on your fucking side. My father drops a box in her lap as she jumps and lets out a squeak. I settle between John and Richard, the first has a large hand wrapped around my thigh and the second has his arm stretched behind me and wrapped around softly on the back of my neck. The weight of both are comforting and have me warming, despite the horrid woman across from me.
“Before you open it.” My father grins, but there is nothing nice about it. “I want you to know that I have been wanting to give this to you all year, but recently I realized I couldn’t wait anymore.”
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