I know that Donnie and Ford are just feet away and that makes this even hotter. They could wake up and find us. I’m not worried about what they would think, though. Instead I imagine they are watching and it’s like a trigger, increasing my arousal ten-fold.
Who knew that being watched was my kink? With every new experience I have with the McGregor’s I seem to find out more about myself.
Antony’s finger finds the hot bud of my clit and taps in the rhythm of his thrusts. I’m so desperate to come again that I arch my back, forcing him in deeper.
I think he must like that because he takes hold of my hair and pulls my head until my back is a crescent. God, I love it when men take control. The edge of roughness and the fierce pounding of his cock in my pussy sets me alight all over again.
My mouth is a soundless O, conscious of the rest of the sleeping people in the cabin.
Antony’s cock swells and he pulls out sharply, his hand moving between us. I feel the shudder of his orgasm, I’m assuming his come spilling into his palm. He cleans himself on a tissue from the dresser and kisses my neck, settling behind me and gathering me into his arms.
I’m so tired and sex drunk that I don’t have a chance to regret a thing. I’m asleep in seconds.
17
When I stir I have no idea what time it is. I’m still for a moment, listening out for any breathing but not hearing anything. I turn my head slowly, finding the bed beside me empty.
Phew.
Then I look over at Ford’s bed and that’s empty, too.
Shit.
Did he and Donnie wake up and find me in bed with Antony?
I can’t believe that I missed out on that conversation.
I roll onto my back and stretch my arms into the air. Parts of my body feel deliciously sore. Flashes of Ford’s fingers pressing into my skin, of Antony’s kisses and Donnie’s tongue between my legs make me hot all over again.
If nothing comes of this crazy situation with my soon to be stepbrothers, then at least the memories will keep me going in my dark and dry days. Or maybe my days with another man who doesn’t quite get me as hot as these boys do.
I’ve been in what I thought was a loving relationship and put up with mediocre sex because I didn’t feel like I had a way of asking for what I needed without hurting his feelings. I know how easy it can be for me to push my wants and needs aside because the rest of the relationship was okay. I don’t think I realized how important it is to have that physical connection or at least, to be with someone who is completely focused on trying hard enough with you.
Just as I’m about to get up, there’s a knock on the door.
“Come in,” I call, pulling the covers around my neck even though I’m pretty decently covered in Ford’s man-size shirt.
It’s Antony and he’s holding a steaming mug. I feel my cheeks heating, the intimacy of last night feeling awkward in the light of the morning.
“There she is. Sleeping beauty.”
“Don’t you start with the fairytale reference,” I say. “Your brother has that one down.”
Antony looks confused.
“Is coffee good?” he asks, walking across the room to hand me the cup.
“Coffee’s perfect,” I say.
“Elliot, Blake and Aaron have left already today. Apparently there is something happening at one of the sites that needed some attention.”
“Oh, okay,” I say. “They didn’t need you?”
“Not this time,” he says with a grin. “Lucky me.”
“Yeah, working on a Sunday sucks,” I say trying to keep the conversation away from any mention of sex. “So Ford and Donnie are still here?”
“Yep. Ford is out doing some clearing around the cabin. He likes getting his hands dirty.”
“And what about Donnie?”
“He’s meditating on the porch.”
I chuckle and so does Antony. “I know they are my brothers but sometimes even I can’t figure out how different we all are.”
“Differences are good,” I say.
“Sometimes they are the source of a whole heap of frustration and confusion,” he admits.
“So how come you’re not rolling your sleeves up and helping Ford with the graft?”
“Because I am on breakfast duty. Ford may be able to rustle up something passable out of his river catches, but he’s less successful at making things that take some finesse.”
“And you have that finesse?” I ask, sipping my coffee. It is amazing and if this drink is anything to go by, then I can believe that Antony is going to cook up something pretty spectacular.
“My mom was an amazing cook, apparently,” he says softly.
“Did you meet her?”
He shakes his head but doesn’t elaborate. “I’m happy to take that skill from her. Dad is useless in the kitchen but at least he knows how to choose a good chef!”
“Yeah. That’s definitely lucky.”
“We would have grown up on grilled cheese sandwiches and ramen if he didn’t make his fortune.”
I’ve eaten a fair few of those in my time, especially after Dad left, but I don’t say anything. I don’t need to share my tales of woe with Antony. It’s not that I’m embarrassed but more that I already feel on a completely different footing from them all. I really don’t want to make that any worse.
“So what you cooking?”
He smiles and takes a bow. “For my lady there will be buttermilk pancakes with bacon, blueberries and maple syrup, if that pleases you.”
“That sounds amazing,” I say. It also sounds extremely fattening but I’m past the point of caring. I burned off so many calories last night and my belly is growling.
“You wanna come and watch the master in action,” he asks, running his fingers through his floppy dark hair. Dressed in gray sweats and a tight tee, he looks mind-blowing.
“I might have a shower first.”
“I think we all prefer you dirty,” he laughs.
Ugh. What is it with guys? “I’ll see you in the kitchen,” I say with an eye roll.
Antony chuckles and leaves, and not watching his ass as he retreats is an impossibility. Damn. Those are some serious glutes. Glutes that drove a cock that made me come hard enough to weep.
I sip my coffee a little more, then get up and head to the room where I left all my stuff. The covers are rumpled from where the others crashed in there last night but at least my things look untouched.
I shower and drag on some leggings and a slouchy top. I go to apply some make-up but find I can’t be bothered. If I’m going to be sharing a house with these men, they are going to see me in all my glory. Guess I should start as I mean to go on.
When I get to the kitchen, Antony is there whisking something in a large bowl. It must be the batter for those unbelievable sounding buttermilk pancakes. “Just in time,” he says. “Can you chop those strawberries and add to the bowl?”
There is a bowl of blueberries and raspberries on the counter and a box of the hugest strawberries I’ve ever seen next to them. “Sure,” I say and pad over to do as he’s asked. I have to pop a berry in my mouth before I get started because it would be wrong not to, and Antony catches me, telling me not to eat everything before we get to the table. He’s just so cheeky.
As I’m half way through removing the stalks, Donnie comes in; barefooted and very relaxed looking.
“There she is,” he says, strolling to where I’m standing. He strokes my hair, holding my gaze with those eyes that seem to stab my heart. “It looked like you were sleeping really well next to Antony.” He smiles. “Were me and Ford moving around too much?”
I shake my head. “I got up to pee and when I came back there wasn’t any space for me to squeeze back in.”
“Damn,” he says. “I was looking forward to a good morning cuddle but it looks like Antony had all the fun.”
I blush furiously and Donnie laughs.
“He was wrapped around you like a tortilla in a burrito.”
“I told him to keep his hands to himself but he doesn’t seem to take instructions,” I say.
Antony laughs. “I take instructions fine.”
“I warned you to keep your hands to yourself,” I say. “That didn’t go so well.
Donnie laughs. “Seems like you’ve lost your magic touch, dude.”
Antony shrugs. “Some women just take a little longer than others to see perfection.”
I pretend to gag. “Perfection might be an overstatement!”
“I didn’t hear you complaining,” Antony laughs, putting his hand over his heart as though I’ve wounded him.
“When you’ve eaten his pancakes you’re going to agree that he’s perfection,” Donnie smiles.
The sound of feet being wiped vigorously at the backdoor causes me to turn. Ford throws the door open, looking around the kitchen. “Well, isn’t this all very cozy?”
“I don’t think you need a wife when you’ve got Antony around,” I say.
“Antony is alright in the kitchen but there are other rooms where he’s lacking certain bodily features.”
“And we’re related, dude,” Antony laughs. “Incest is not cool.”
“Ugh,” Ford and Donnie say at the same time.
“Looks like you need to get yourself cleaned up,” I laugh. Ford is sweaty and dusty, with bits of woodchip in his hair and a smear of dirt on his cheek. In his checked shirt, jeans, and boots he’s the very picture of a lumberjack. In fact, I’m sure I have a few novels with men on the covers who look just like him.
“You don’t like me dirty,” he asks, stalking across the room and grabbing me around the waist with just one of his big arms. I’m hauled up against him until we’re nose to nose.
“Ford!” I swipe at him but he’s not letting me go.
“Didn’t your momma tell you that dirty men are a whole lot more fun?”
I shake my head. “You know what my momma looks for in a man,” I say. “She’s chosen your dad.”
“Fair point,” Ford says, planting a hard kiss on my lips.
“Get in the shower,” I tell him. “We’ll have breakfast ready for you by the time you’ve finished.”
He tugs me harder against him, the press of his very hard cock almost painful against my hip. “Did anyone ever tell you that you’re pretty damn close to perfection?” I burst out laughing and so does Donnie. Looking smugly at Antony I say, “Looks like I’m giving you a run for your money.”
Ford lets me go, looking between us, confused.
Antony puts down the bowl of mixture which looks fluffier than I’ve ever seen a pancake batter. “He said ‘close’, Laura. Close.”
I glare at him and Donnie chucks a cloth at his brother. “Just make the damn pancakes, bro,” he says.
Ford shakes his head at us and disappears towards the bathroom. Donnie takes a seat at the table, where he’s left some paper and pencils. He starts sketching almost immediately, the pencil moving so fast I can barely comprehend how he’s controlling it.
Antony begins to pour the batter into two pans on the stove. The sizzle is immediate and the smell makes my mouth water. I take a seat at the table, watching Donnie sketching. I wasn’t aware that he was drawing me again until I see my profile on the page. He’s captured me in a way that disconcerting. Maybe more than a photograph would.
“Why are you drawing me again?” I ask.
“You don’t like it?” Donnie looks a little crestfallen, like a kid who just had his new toy snatched away by his brother.
“I’m just asking,” I tell him.
“I’m getting another angle. I like to have lots of sketches completed before I start to transfer it into a larger painting.”
“Will you need me to pose for the painting, too?”
His light eyes flick up and fix on mine. “I can work from the drawings but I prefer to have my subject present. Would you do that for me?”
I shrug. Yesterday it would have been a daunting prospect but after last night, I feel a whole lot more comfortable in Donnie’s presence. “Sure. As long as it doesn’t interfere with college or cause any issues.”
“What kind of issues?” he asks. His attention has drifted back to his work but his eyes keep flicking to observe bits of my physical appearance.
“I don’t know. . .with your dad.”
Donnie chews the end of his pencil. “Roderick doesn’t really like what I do but as long as I keep it in my own time, he doesn’t really have a say in it.”
“Okay. Just let me know when.”
Donnie nods and continues, but at a slower pace. I guess he’s not so worried about capturing everything now he knows I’m willing to pose while he works.
Antony is bustling around the kitchen like a crazy person, flipping pancakes and assembling plates with berries and bacon. By the time he’s done, Ford is back, washed and dressed in clean clothes.
We all sit down to tuck into the amazing breakfast feast. I’m given the food first before the boys take theirs; yet another good sign that these men have been raised well. It’s nice, eating and chatting away. The boys discuss the work Ford has done and future improvements he wishes to make to the cabin and surrounding land. They move on to chatting about a work project they are all engaged in and I listen with interest. It feels natural to sit with my soon-to-be stepbrothers this way, but I remind myself, there are only three of them. I remember what it was like at the first breakfast back at the mansion. So much loud chatter. It was really overwhelming.
I enjoy the morning for what it is; fun with friends, or more accurately, friends with benefits.
In an hour or so we are going to need to pack up our things and head back to reality and I have no idea what the future holds.
This weekend in the woods hasn’t exactly had the mind-clearing effect I hoped it was going to have. When I left the mansion I was convinced I needed to leave for good. Now I’m not so sure.
Walking away from all this is so much harder now I’m getting to know the McGregor brothers.
Grant, Ford, Donnie and Antony are all so amazing.
Now, I’m more confused than ever!
18
We ride back to the mansion together and the journey is filled with loud, tuneless singing to more of Ford’s cheesy country classics. We arrive back at the mansion late in the evening and I successfully manage to keep out of everyone’s way that evening. In the morning Donnie, who agreed to drop me off at college makes good on his word.
It’s weird to be chauffeured rather than having to get the bus but I have to admit that it has some perks. Donnie has good taste in music and we sing along together for most of the journey. When we’re outside he asks me if I’ll model for him later.
“Sure,” I say. “Providing I can complete any work that’s required for tomorrow.”
He nods, smiling. “I was quite a good student in my time so let me know if there is anything I can help you with.”
“See ya,” I call as I exit the car.
The campus is bustling and I get a familiar rush of happiness. It took a lot to get here and I love the atmosphere. I’m close to the building where my first lecture is taking place when I see Danna.
“Hey,” she calls, waving and weaving between the throngs of hurrying students.
I’m happy to see her, don’t get me wrong, but I’m also pretty fucking worried about the questions I know she’s going to ask me about my weekend with the McGregors. Danna has known me since I was eight-years-old and can spot bullshit a mile off. “Hey,” I say.
“Don’t hey me,” she says. “Where the fuck have you been? I’ve been calling your cell all weekend and nothing. You move into the McGregor mansion with ten of the hottest most eligible bachelors in the Northern Hemisphere and all I get a hey! Hey isn’t going to cut it.”
I keep walking, smiling at her drama but panicking, too. “I was just really busy,” I say.
She pulls her bag, which is bulging with folders, higher on her shoulder. “Busy doing what
? That’s the point here, Laura.”
“Just family stuff,” I say.
“Really. Family stuff? What the hell does that mean?”
“Just having meals and hanging out.”
She grabs my arm to stop me before we reach the doorway. “Don’t make me harm you,” she jokes. “If I have to use torture to extract information I will. You spent weeks gushing about these guys and what it was going to be like to share a house with them and now you’re acting too cool to tell me anything. What are they like? What happened?”
“They’re really nice,” I say.
“Nice. Nice is all you have.”
I shrug. “What do you want me to say? They’re all just normal guys who look like sex gods? They’re my stepbrothers,” I say. Even as I’m avoiding telling the truth my insides are creeping with guilt. Danna is my bestie. Besties shouldn’t lie to each other. She’d be devastated if she found out I kept something of this size a secret from her. I know this because I’d feel the same way.
“They’re not your stepbrothers yet,” she says, punching my arm. “And why the hell should that make a difference? You’re not blood related. Just because your mom decided to bone their dad, doesn’t mean they’re off limits to you. You should be thinking of this as an opportunity. Under other circumstances you’d never have a chance to spend time with men like that. You’ve got a chance to bag yourself a very eligible bachelor.”
Little does she know!
“I’m still at college,” I say. “I’m not really looking to bag anyone.”
“I don’t mean that you need to marry one of them, but you could have some very serious fun with any of them. I mean, damn. If you’re not going to, you need to invite me over so I can have a chance.”
“No,” I spit out before I have a chance to tame my mouth.
Danna narrows her eyes at me. “No…? Mmm…very interesting!”
“What I mean is...” I stutter, trying to think of a good reason for saying what I said. “. . .it’s a bit early on for me to be bringing people back to their house. I still don’t know my way around. Maybe after a few weeks.”
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