by Ivy Fox
“Trust me, Snow. You could never end up like your mother,” he promises, his hazel eyes dancing with a certainty I wish I held.
“And you are nothing like your father, Ash,” I sigh out, trying to offer him the same comfort he gives me.
A small, insecure smile traces his lips, and my heart hurts to see the doubt he might have about my statement. Just like me, my twins don’t have the best home life. Anytime mention of their father comes up in our conversations, they both clam up, only to utter words of contempt and anger—another reason why we choose to avoid the topic altogether. Our time alone is precious and shouldn’t be wasted on things we can’t change, or on people who only cause us pain.
“What was that?” Ollie laughs out, amused when my stomach decides to alert us to its existence by grumbling like a thunderstorm in his ear.
“Guess I’m hungry,” I reply with a shrug.
Not surprising, though. Lunch with my mother took away most of my appetite, and I haven’t even thought about food for the rest of the day. I usually make sure I have a healthy snack on hand, but after the colossal mess that was today’s lunch, all I wanted to do when I got home was to dispose of the ridiculous heels and dress I had on, take a shower, and rush over to meet Ollie and Ash so I could feel normal again.
“Yeah, we totally missed dinner too,” Ollie says, looking at his watch, taking stock of the late hour. “How about you come back to our place and we’ll make you something,” he suggests, getting himself up on his feet, and pulling me right along with him.
“Hmm, how about we go to The Shack instead? It should be closed by now, but I have the keys with me. We’ll have the whole place to ourselves, and I make a mean grilled cheese.” I try to tempt them, hoping Ollie doesn’t realize I inconspicuously deflected answering his invite.
Over the years, both boys have tried many times to get me to come back to their place in some way or another. I wouldn’t mind going so much if it didn’t mean I would end up meeting their entire family. Once I do that, they’ll want to meet mine too, and the last thing I’m looking forward to is for them to meet Vivienne.
“That sounds even better. Can’t wait to watch our woman cook for us,” Ash slowly growls, already licking his lips.
“Well, don’t get used to it. If we are going to live together, don’t expect me to do all the cooking and cleaning for you. We will have to tackle everything as a team, including housework. No one should be stuck with the grunt work or the heavy lifting,” I tut, my brow up high, showing them I mean business.
“If we live together? Do I hear a yes in there, Snow?” Ollie asks enthusiastically, his eyes sparkling brighter than the stars above us.
“I told you I’d think about it and I am.”
“And are you leaning more toward yes or no?” Ash whispers in my ear, as he leans in behind me, attempting to wrap his arms around me possessively.
I whirl around, pulling away fast enough to avoid getting caught in his arms, and I press both of my hands on his impressive, tattooed chest to keep him at bay.
“What do you think?” I bite my lower lip, trying to keep my wide grin in check.
But while I’m focused on Ash’s sly, mesmerizing smile, Ollie takes full advantage of my unguarded back. He picks me up from behind and begins to swing me around in his arms. The laughter that leaves him warms my very soul; its rich and thick timber of joy is too contagious not to let it wash over me.
“Fuck, baby, you had us worried,” Ollie shouts gleefully.
“Put me down! I haven’t said yes, yet.” I giggle while he obliges, turning me around to face his glorious smile.
“But you haven’t said no either. And you aren’t going to, are you, Snow? We’re going to build a life together. You want this as much as we do.”
“Maybe I want it more.” I can’t help but provoke him.
His hungry eyes start simmering as I run my hands down his bare chest, tracing each muscled, marble slab, slowly dipping my fingertips to the lovely V semi-hidden under his jeans. Unfortunately, Ollie stops my perusal, holding onto my wrists when my stomach rumbles again, reminding everyone why we got up in the first place.
“Let’s go and grab something to eat before you get any ideas,” Ollie chuckles, kissing my knuckles adoringly.
“Before I get any ideas? Are you insinuating I’m the only one?”
“Oh, we have ideas, baby. And plenty of them, but they can wait for now. Food first, woman,” Ash replies, all caveman-like behind me, slapping my ass cheek to get me going.
I chuckle as I watch them put on their T-shirts as we begin to walk to the stairs leading up the cliff. From the corner of my eye, I observe that all the windows in my house are completely black, except for one in the servants’ quarters. Hopefully, I’ll be able to get home tonight before my mother arrives. I don’t want to have another nasty episode like the one we had earlier this week. Especially given the fact she wasn’t all too pleased with me when I left her after our disastrous lunch. I’m still not sure what was the point of me going in the first place, but frankly, the less time I worry about what rummages through my mother’s mind, the better.
We take Ollie’s black SUV into town, and upon arrival at The Shack, I see that Candy closed up at ten on the dot, just as I suspected. I’m usually the one who opens and closes the diner, but since today was my day off, the responsibility was on Candy’s shoulders to do both.
I open the door with Ollie and Ash right at my heels and immediately run to the alarm system to input the code before it starts blasting its insufferable sound, which would make the whole neighborhood aware of our presence. However, I realize that it hasn’t even been activated altogether. Candy probably just forgot about it in her rush to start her Friday night. I’ll have to tease her for her forgetfulness tomorrow afternoon when she starts her shift. Even though it’s eerily quiet compared to the crowds that frequent this little diner during the day time, I have to admit that it’s oddly soothing to see all the empty seats.
“Babe, how about you turn on the lights?” Ollie hushes at my side.
“Not yet,” I whisper, shaking my head. “Let’s get into the kitchen first where no one can see the lights from the outside. Technically, we are breaking and entering,” I tease with a small giggle.
“Breaking and entering, huh? I love it when you talk dirty to us,” Ash goads, pulling on my ponytail.
“Shh,” I tell him and place a finger to my lips for good measure.
I tilt my head for them to follow me down the long corridor behind the main counter, but before we reach its end, we hear a woman’s moan coming from inside the kitchen.
“What the hell was that?” Ollie asks, pushing me gently to the side and getting the first glimpse of what all the ruckus is about. “Is that what I think it is?”
I shrug, clueless, and softly walk closer behind him, tiptoeing to see for myself who or what is making all that noise. When I get close enough to have a full view of the small window in the center of the kitchen door, I establish with my own eyes just what Ollie was hinting at.
Smack in the middle of the kitchen’s workstation, below hanging pots and pans, lies my best friend with her legs spread wide over a man’s shoulders. I’m unable to see his face since it’s deep in between her thighs, but from the curly black hair that Candy is gripping on with force, and his own grunting sounds, it’s enough for me to verify that it’s Xavier. The string of curses that flow out of my best friend’s mouth shouldn’t surprise me since Candy has never been one to measure her words. Yet, I’m frozen in place watching my friends go at it like animals in heat.
“Now that’s what I call eating out.” Ash laughs under his breath, and I turn around to slap his bicep.
“We have to leave. Now!” I order, not comfortable in having walked in on my best friend as she’s yelling out her climax.
“Are you kidding? And miss the best part? Nuh-uh, Snow. You’re going to sit your pretty ass right here and w
atch the whole goddamn show,” Ash counters, grabbing my waist and sitting me down on the countertop.
“Asher! Put me down,” I growl through gritted teeth, low enough to make sure the couple inside remains unaware of their audience.
“Give me one good reason why I should?”
“Because it’s an invasion of privacy. We shouldn’t be peeping in on them,” I explain as if he’s a five-year-old.
Seriously, sometimes I question if Asher has one bone of decency in his body for anyone other than Ollie and me. His moral code is definitely questionable, and at times I wonder if he gets a thrill at stepping outside the boundaries of propriety, or if he just doesn’t see them at all.
“We shouldn’t? Yeah, maybe you’re right. But are we going to? That’s a definite yes. Can’t turn down live porn, babe. It’s just not in me,” he replies unashamedly, standing proudly at my side.
“I seriously hate you sometimes,” I grunt and slant my eyes at Ollie’s chuckle, as he moves in front of me.
“Fine. How about this? We won’t watch if you give us the play-by-play,” Ash counters, looking far too amused for my liking.
I’ve seen that look in his almond-shaped eyes before. It’s the same one that usually indicates I’ll soon be singing out from the top of my lungs the same chorus Candy is yelling now. My conscience is screaming for me to hightail it out of there, but Asher’s molten stare makes all my insides liquefy.
“And why would I do that?” I ask bravely, straightening my spine to prove he can’t intimidate me, even if my body disagrees.
“Ollie, show Snow how she benefits from being a good girl.”
I feel Ollie’s hands run their way slowly up my thigh, and the sudden lump that arises in my throat makes it hard for me to speak. I watch Ollie’s ravenous intent as I feel his fingers grab onto the sides of my panties, his thumbs tracing lightly over my bare skin, as he begins to tug at the flimsy, lace fabric.
“Ollie, what are you doing?” I choke out hoarsely.
He looks over at Ash, who returns Ollie’s wolfish grin with one of his own, and then slowly falls on to his haunches, pulling my panties down in one fell swoop.
“OLLIE,” I begin to shout, but the words are caught inside my throat when Ash clasps his hand over my mouth.
“None of that, baby,” Ash reprimands, shaking his head repeatedly. “Hmm, I think we need to do things differently,” he thinks out loud.
He turns my face to the side with his hand, forcing me to watch what’s happening inside the dimly lit kitchen. Xavier’s head is no longer trapped in between Candy’s thighs. Instead, I become fascinated by the view of Candy confidently rolling a condom over his impressive cock. She then brings his pelvis to hers, forcefully wrapping her legs around his waist.
“You watch, and I’ll narrate,” Ash explains before he takes my earlobe in between his teeth and gives it a good bite.
Ollie begins to trail kisses on both of my inner thighs, only stopping when he’s a hair’s breadth away from my bare, shaven core. My eyes bulge at having Ollie so close to my sensitive center, but Ash’s strong hand over my lips prevent me from uttering a word. My hollowed breaths increase in anticipation and panic as I watch Ollie’s eyes glimmer in the dark before he leans in to take his first lick. My lids shut on their own accord, and I moan through Ash’s fingers as Ollie slowly and reverently tastes my wet folds. I lean my head back, pushing my core up to increase the sparks Ollie is creating with his tongue.
Ash, though, has other plans for me as he grabs hold of my neck with his free hand. He pulls me up straight and tightens his grip just hard enough to show who’s in charge while his thumb tenderly runs up and down my nape.
“I said watch, Snow. Be a good girl now, or we won’t play fair,” he murmurs in my ear, tracing his tongue up and down the patch of skin behind my ear.
Fair? This is them playing fair? I doubt it.
Nothing of what’s happening now seems fair to me. I can’t make too much noise, or the couple who is all over each other in the next room may become aware of us. And by the way both boys are playing with my body, making each cell sing in delight, I’m not sure I can keep our presence hidden for much longer.
“I said watch, baby,” Ash orders, and I know if I don’t follow his rules, I’ll pay the price.
I narrow my gaze once more to the scene occurring inside the kitchen walls and watch as Xavier slowly thrusts into Candy, with his own devious, smug look. Candy whines loudly, begging him to go harder, quicker, and I begin to sympathize with her need. I feel the same urgency, wanting to plead with Ollie for mercy as his teeth graze against my clit ever so lightly, making my susceptible core yearn to be filled.
“You see how she squirms, baby? Just like you are now? She needs more, yet he’s taunting her just as we’re taunting you. Only good girls get more. Are you going to be a good girl for us, Snow?” Ash huskily teases, his every word tainted with the same hunger I crave to be satisfied.
“Hmm.” I nod meekly, my eyes wide enough for him to read the muffled pleas embedded in them.
“Do you want more, baby?”
“Hmm.”
“Do you think you deserve it?” He continues to goad, this time turning my head and locking his stare with mine, making him the only thing I see.
I nod, water prickling behind my eyelids in desperation, as Ollie laps at me with a maddeningly slow tempo.
“Kiss me then. But don’t make a sound, Snow, or you’ll pay for it,” Ash warns before he releases his hold over my mouth just long enough to capture my lips with his.
Ash wraps my ponytail in his fist as he starts to wrestle my tongue into obedience. He guides our kiss with each tug of my hair and tightening of my throat, while Ollie begins to penetrate my pussy with two agile fingers, intent on increasing my already feverish state. I can’t help the small whimper that escapes me as I try to push myself off the counter to get more of Ollie’s attention.
With Ash’s mouth still taking mine hostage, he releases his grip on my hair and pushes the hollow of my back, sliding me forward, and enabling me to ride his twin’s face unashamedly like I want to. Ash pulls away, breathless from our kiss, and places his palm over my mouth once more. I take the opportunity to lower my gaze to watch Ollie devour me, and clasp my hands on the strands of his hair, caving into my reckless abandonment.
“Fuck.” I hear Ollie grunt between my thighs and feel his grip on my waist become frenzied, begging me to grab hold of him tighter. My eyes roll to the back of my head, knowing Ollie is as close to the brink as I am.
“Tsk tsk. Bad Snow,” Asher singsongs smugly, beckoning me to keep my eyes open. His grin is a deviant wonder to behold, as he directs my attention once more to the kitchen.
With one quick downward tug on my tank top with his teeth, he uncovers my aching breasts beneath pink lace, with both nipples erect and pleading for some attention. Still using his teeth, Ash pulls down the fabric and then proceeds to suck one sensitive nub into his mouth, lavishing it with his tongue’s affection.
We all hear Xavier curse out, while I watch his pounding turn erratic, but it’s hard to take in anything at the moment other than the current stimulation my body is enduring. However, the lust-filled melody coming from the other room spurs my lovers to match its infernal rhythm. Ollie’s wicked tongue increases its pressure, and then I feel a pinch inside my walls as he inserts another digit inside me, thrusting mercilessly into my wet pussy.
Although Ash instructed me to be silent, I’m unable to and whimper madly as I grip Ollie’s hair with all my might. Ash, sensing how close the impending explosion is on the horizon, releases my nipple with a pop, only to murmur in my ear the words that tip me over into the abyss.
“Cum for us, baby. I love watching you fall apart,” he growls in my ear, and like the good girl he wants me to be, I do as he orders and explode with the force of a million firecrackers.
Everything around me simply disappears, leaving o
nly a transcending white light. The only thing keeping me tethered to the ground is the knowledge that Ash and Ollie await me there. My mind takes forever to return to my body, but when I’m finally able to open my eyes, both my loves are at my side, holding me tight and whispering words of praise and total devotion. On weak knees, they place me back on my feet, tidying my tank top and skirt with care, while I’m unable to hide the dreamy smile splitting my face in two.
Reality finally sets in when they start ushering me toward the kitchen. Before I’m able to ask what they’re planning on doing next, Ollie sets my nerves at ease by telling me that both Xavier and Candy left five minutes ago out the back door.
“You promised us a grilled cheese, remember? Although, I’m not as starved as I was,” Ollie hushes in my ear.
“Speak for yourself. My appetite just multiplied after that little treat, but whatever. Feed me a grilled cheese, woman. I can wait for dessert,” Ash adds, kissing the nape of my neck with promises that this night isn’t over yet.
Is there a limit to one’s happiness? I hope not, since nights like these are what I dream my future will look like. I might not have given them a true response yet in regards to moving in with them after graduation, but the answer is so abundantly clear, it’s laughable. I’m only whole when Ollie and Ash are with me—only truly alive when I’m in their arms. Why should I deny my happiness any longer? New York is a big city, after all. Hopefully, big enough for me to live there and be happy, while Vivienne is none the wiser.
The next night I’m still daydreaming of the things my twins and I did in this very kitchen when a bouncing Candy walks through the door excitedly.
“Oh, my God! I just gave coffee to a man even hotter than your twins. I call dibs,” Candy shrieks as she places a tray of dirty dishes in the sink.