by S M Olivier
“Am I missing something?” I asked in confusion as Jace stood up to pause the movie.
“Since Jemmy loves to lord things over people’s head,” Troy broke in, “I just want to make the disclaimer that I once had a short, brief dalliance with Eva, the main character in this movie.” Troy sighed as he ran his hands through his short dark hair.
I would be lying if I didn’t say it bothered me slightly. I didn’t want to sit for two hours seeing the girl he briefly hooked up with. The reality was, though, I knew it didn’t matter. He was mine now.
“I don’t understand why you felt the need to get the movie. Is it even good?” Remy stated as he sat down next to me on the love seat.
“We all have a past,” Sierra said with a slight frown. Gavin cleared his throat, and she gave him a look full of love. “Well, most of us do. Were you trying to hurt Blake, or were you still mad at Troy for not allowing you to go on this trip?”
“Did Gavin ask you for the list of all your past hookups?” I asked, slightly hurt and angry at her. I really didn’t see why she was behaving this way. Jemmy seemed to be acting out a lot lately. “No, he didn’t, because he doesn’t care to know either,” I added.
Bright tears glistened in her eyes. “I wasn’t trying to be vindictive. I just thought it was kind of funny. She was a B-rated actress, and no one knew who she was. She stalked him for months. Now she got all this work done, and I wanted to show him how she looked now.”
“Why does it matter?” Troy inquired as he pulled me up gently. “I’m happy right where I’m at. I don’t care what Eva looks like now.”
I stood up on my tip toes and gave him a gentle kiss. I didn’t relish the idea of seeing his ex for the next two hours, but I also knew he was mine. Their past was bound to come up from time to time. It was inevitable. Jemmy was struggling with something, and I didn’t think it all had to do with this trip to California.
“We don’t have to watch it,” Jemmy pouted as she crossed her arms over her chest.
“Might as well push play,” Jaxson said cheerily as he bit into a cookie. At least he thought Jemmy’s actions were amusing. No one else seemed to.
Troy sat down next to Remy, pulling me into his lap. “What?” He gave Remy a lopsided smile. “I know you’re spending the night with her, let me have her for a little bit.”
Remy sighed but nodded.
Jaxson pushed play, and I drew my blanket over my legs.
Troy immediately pushed his hands under my shirt and started to caress the skin above my hips. My skin jumped at his touch. I refrained from sighing as I leaned back into him.
He began to kiss me, lingeringly along the nape of my neck. I arched slightly when he found the spot that got me every time. His lips were warm and sensuous. His other hand found their way under my shirt again and cupped my braless breasts, one at a time. His fingers found my nipples and started to trace them. They instantly reacted and got hard.
“Do you want me to make you come?” he murmured in my ear. I was thankful that our surround sound system was so loud that regular conversations couldn’t be heard.
The idea of him making me come in a room full of people was strangely erotic. Part of me wanted to tell him no, but the other part wanted me to nod and allow him to do whatever he wanted to do to me.
I was about to nod when I looked up at the television screen. One of the main characters was on. She was a tall, lithe blonde; her make-up was low key and not nearly as heavily done as I had seen her in the past. In fact, the role she was playing was a waitress at a diner. She was purposely made to look like the girl next door. Her uniform hid her well-endowed breasts rather well.
“That’s her!” I exclaimed in shock.
Troy stiffened as he looked up with a heavy sigh. “Yeah, that’s Eva.”
“No! No!” I hastily said. “She’s the girl I’ve seen in my jumps.”
“No effin way,” Jemmy said with a cookie up to her mouth.
“But she was the girl I showed you in the magazine,” Jaxson said in confusion.
“I barely looked at it,” I admitted guiltily. “I just saw a brunette with…well, small breasts.”
Noah chuckled. “She really has had a lot of work done. With the blonde hair, larger boobs, and lip injections, I can see how I wouldn’t recognize her, and I’ve met her.”
“You more than met her,” Jemmy shot him a sly look.
“Really Jemmy?” Gavin said with a resigned sigh.
She immediately looked guilty. “Sorry,” she muttered.
“Okay, who in this room hasn’t slept with her?” I asked with a deep sigh. “It’s going to be awkward enough knowing she’s with Otto and hooked up with you two as well when I meet her.”
“Just us,” Noah muttered shooting Jemmy a glare.
I sighed rubbing my eyes. “Do any of you still have her number?”
“I deleted it when she became too…clingy,” Troy muttered as he pulled me against him once more.
“I never had it,” Noah ran a hand through his auburn waves.
“It says here she isn’t currently seeing anyone,” Sierra piped up from her seat on the floor. “She’s pictured with several celebrities but not one guy in particular.”
“No surprise there,” I said acerbically. “In my jump, though, she seemed eager to dig her claws into Otto.”
“So, we’ll see her in Cali soon enough,” Jace stated. “At least we have somewhere to start. We’ll know who to look for.”
Remy’s movements were hurried and close to desperate as he pulled his shirt off, throwing it on the ground. I was slower in my actions as I admired his massive body. He was huge, but he had very little body fat on him. I nearly gulped when he peeled his pants and boxers off. It was so easy to forget how huge he was. Even after knowing him and being with him for months, I still couldn’t believe he fit so well inside me.
He was on me in less than five seconds. His lips devoured mine with an intensity he never exhibited before. I gasped as he picked me up. I wrapped my legs around him, lifting slightly so he can impale me with his massive cock. I groaned, throwing my head back as he pushed into me with hard, possessive strokes.
“Remy,” I gasped as he continued to take me roughly. The pain and pleasure were warring with each other.
He grunted, trailing his lips along my neck. “Always so ready,” he murmured pushing me onto the bed. I grasped my headboard, trying to anchor my movements after I continued to slide across my sheets. I arched into him mewling in need and slight pain.
He slowed his movements. “Am I hurting you, baby girl?”
“No,” I hissed. “Take me, now,” I insisted.
He needed no further bidding as he continued to slam into me with a desperation he never showed before. I had a feeling he needed to find an outlet for the anxiety he was feeling. This was the only positive lead we had on finding Otto, and he knew he was close to having to share me.
“I plan to, over and over again. You won’t be walking straight when I’m done with you.” He promised me with a fire in his eyes.
He had always been cautious with me, even when his desire was high. Instead of frightening me, his words only spurred me on. I pushed my hips up eager to meet him stroke for stroke. He growled, crushing his lips against mine, grabbing my hips almost painfully as he thrust into me.
“Do I need a safe word?” I asked coyishly as I dug my hands in his hair pulling him roughly down to me.
“Just say when,” he plundered my lips once again.
I felt the steady build-up of pleasure and knew my time was fast approaching. I linked my ankles around his hips and rubbed against him. It didn’t take me long before the explosion blew behind my eyes. I cried out in release, not caring who heard me.
“Who did that for you, baby girl?” he asked as he pinched my nipples.
I hissed in pain that was slowly turning to pleasure. “You.”
“That’s right. Next time, I want to hear you screaming my name,” he insist
ed before he drove into me. He was still hard and ready. I had no time to catch my breath as he flipped me over and grabbed my hands to pin them above my head. Somehow, I knew he was far from done with me tonight.
I was beyond exhausted when the light was flipped on in the bedroom. I blinked with confusion as I saw Jace smirking in the doorway. “Good night last night, sweetheart?” He leaned against the door frame. “Breakfast is ready, and Noah and Jaxson are eager to get Christmas rolling.”
“Glad you came to get us,” Remy stated with a small smile as he sat up.
I buried my head under the pillow, realizing we were still stark naked and hadn’t even bothered to climb under the covers after the many rounds of bedroom activities.
I felt a warm, lingering kiss on the back of my neck. “Nothing to be ashamed of, sweetheart, but after hearing you cry out the fourth or fifth time, I wouldn’t have minded an invitation,” Jace husked in my ear.
I groaned once more but peeled my pillow back slightly. “I still need a shower,” I licked my lips suggestively.
I felt a sharp sting on my butt and yelped.
“Didn’t I give you enough last night, baby girl? I swear, you drained me dry.” Remy said with a smirk as he stood up and stretched. “I need a shower, too. I’ll take the one on the other side of the apartment.”
“You gave me more than enough,” I called after him as I tried to move my limbs. They were still heavy, and I was sore between my legs.
He gave me a cocky grin. “I know. It’s Christmas, though. I don’t mind hooking my brother up.”
I sighed and flopped onto my back. I really didn’t know where this nymphomaniac was coming from. I guess some of Remy’s desperation was wearing off on me. There was a need in me to please my men as much as possible. I wanted to reassure them that, no matter what our future held, I was theirs no matter what.
“Breakfast is going to get cold,” Jace traced his fingers down my breast. It hurt, and I looked down to see Remy must have marked me with his stubble last night.
“I don’t care, if you don’t,” I stood up and went to grab the silk robe that I hung behind the door.
Jace was on me in seconds. He grabbed my hips and yanked me back to him. “Time to scream my name,” he muttered as he marched me to the bathroom.
“It’s really not fair to have to hear that all night, then this morning,” Jaxson grumbled as he pierced his French toast with his fork.
Drake had made French toast the night before, so all he had to do was pop it in the oven this morning. Another pan was waiting to be put in the oven closer to nine.
I took a seat at the table, trying to hide my face. I didn’t know why I was losing all my inhibitions. I think part of it was a desperate need within me to reassure them that they were my guys.
“Knock it off Jax,” Drake muttered as he handed me some sausage links.
“I’m sorry if I disturbed your sleep,” I tried to give him my best repentant look, but I knew it failed horribly.
“Who are you sleeping with tonight?” Jaxson pierced me with his pale grey eyes.
I took a sip of my coffee that Troy handed me. I shrugged. “I really haven’t given it much thought. You know I never premeditate it.”
“Can−” Jaxson started.
“Seriously Jaxson, this is Christmas. Our first Christmas together,” Troy stated as he rolled his eyes. “You know if it were you making her make all that noise you wouldn’t be so sullen. Personally,” he paused and winked at me, “I found it to be…hot.”
I blushed. “Okay, guys enough talk,” I stated as I ran over to the tree and grabbed the gift I got for Noah.
“That’s not how this works, Blake.” He chuckled. “We have to wait until we are done eating and then take our family picture, then we open gifts.”
“I’m done,” I responded cheerily as I stuffed my mouth full of French toast. I nearly gagged, and my cheeks were outrageously full.
Drake chuckled before he leaned into me to kiss my cheek. “Merry Christmas, Blake,” he whispered against my ear.
I hastily tried to finish my mouthful of food. “Merry Christmas.”
“I’m still ravenous,” Remy stated with a laugh. “I may even get seconds or thirds.”
I shot him a playful glare. I tried to talk to him telepathically. After all the fun we had last night, you’re doing this to me?!
I frowned when he continued to look back at me. I had been so excited to watch the guys open my presents to them. I had been so eager to see if they loved them as much as I hoped they did. I felt slightly deflated when he didn’t respond. I missed my gifts, more than I thought I ever would.
“I’m just playing, baby girl,” Remy stated with a frown. “We can open gifts now and then come back to eat.”
“We’re not changing our habits,” Jace said with a wicked smile my way. “We’re not going to encourage that impatient behavior.”
I snapped out of the dark path my thoughts were leading me down. “Fine.” I sighed dramatically.
Troy scooped me up unexpectedly and I squealed. “I don’t know, if I had the night and morning you guys got, I would tattoo her name on me.”
I giggled as I wrapped my arms around his neck. “Lies. Forever or not, you would never put my name on you. I would never allow you to!”
“What about our children? Can I put their names on me?” he asked against my ear.
My breathing caught. I took my birth control religiously. I really didn’t even want children yet, maybe not ever. After seeing Harry yesterday, it only further frightened me. I was a science experiment. Who knew how many children I could have or if they would suffer the way some of the other children Hazel had created would.
I found myself shaking off my thoughts once more. This was Christmas, after all. “That’ll be fine with me,” I stated as I kissed his cheek.
He set me down and rubbed my flat belly. “When you’re ready. When we’re ready, I would love to see you swell with my baby.”
His words melted my heart even though my head was screaming warnings.
“Okay,” Jace clapped his hands. “Let’s open gifts!”
“I’m not done eating,” Jaxson said mutinously as he brought in his plate with him.
“Might as well let mopey boy open his gift first,” Jace said mockingly as he came in with his own plate of food.
“I think I have just the gift for him.” Noah clamored to the tree and pulled out a gift for each of us.
I wanted to watch them open their gifts, even if they weren’t from me.
Jaxson seemed to perk up some as he unwrapped his. “No way!” Jaxson held up the NFL jersey of his favorite team and player.
I smiled because it worked perfectly with the gift I had gotten him.
“Thanks, man!” Jaxson said to Noah as he reverently ran his hand over the number on the jersey.
“This is really cool!” Remy stated as he slid on a new leather jacket. “Mine has seen better days.”
“Where did you find this?” Jace said in awe as he stroked an old vinyl. I didn’t see who the artist was, but he must really like them.
“At an antique store. The guy really didn’t realize what he had. I looked it up on eBay, and all the albums I could find were ten times the amount I got that one for.” Noah smiled.
“Do you listen to albums?” I asked in surprise. Jace really was an old soul in a young man’s body. I didn’t know many twenty-two-year old’s who had the taste he did.
He smiled at me. “One day, we will have to take a trip back to my place. You never did get to see my room. I have a wall full of them.”
I smiled back at him. “That sounds good.”
“This is awesome,” Troy stated as he looked down at two box sets of Blu Rays. One was a collection of war movies and the other the complete set of Bruce Lee films.
“Thanks, Noah,” Drake stated with a smile as he held up a new set of knives. “I had mine for a long time and kept contemplating whether or not I needed a
new set. These are even better than my original set.”
“I know,” Noah said smugly. “I contacted a friend of a friend, and he said that’s all Chef Morimoto uses.”
“Sweet!” Drake smiled. I knew Chef Morimoto was one of his favorite iron chefs.
“Why haven’t you opened yours?” Noah asked me as he looked over at me.
I smiled and shrugged. “I wanted to see what you guys got each other.”
“Well open yours, silly.” Noah rolled his eyes with a smile.
I lifted the box he had set in front of me, and it felt like it could have an outfit in it. I opened it up, and sure enough, it was a beautiful, elegant black dress. Two tickets came fluttering out when I held the dress up. They were tickets for the ballet about a month from now in New York City.
“I don’t know if it’s your cup of tea, but I would love for you to accompany me,” Noah said as he fidgeted, showing his nervousness.
I smiled. “I’ve never been, I would love to go.”
“Excellent!” Noah exclaimed. “Pops said we can borrow the jet, too.”
“Okay,” I smiled once more. I couldn’t wait to see how the dress looked on me.
“My turn,” I clapped my hands happily as I grabbed Noah’s gift once again and then handed the other guys theirs.
“Is this what I think it is?” Jace smiled at the package in his hands. It was, but he wouldn’t expect the sheet music I had hidden in the case along with his instrument. When we had time to ourselves, I fully intended to play him the song I had created especially for him.
“Maybe, maybe not.” I smile slyly.
He pulled out the instrument and then looked confused for a moment before he read the note I had placed in the bottom. He gave me a broad smile, and I knew he really enjoyed his gift.
“Blake,” Drake said reverently. “How? When?” He breathed in awe as he traced the cover of his cookbook. In his book, I had placed a note saying another gift was waiting for him under his bed. I had purchased that French maid outfit, and it now laid gift wrapped under his bed.
I laughed. “I had a little help and sent it to a printing company to have it printed all out.”