“Say yes,” Noah moaned into her ear as his body teased her opening.
“Yes to what?”
“Say yes to Conley and Conley.”
“Yes,” she moaned as she pressed back in desperate need to have him. “I’ll marry you. I’ll love you forever. I’ll take your last name. I’ll have your babies. Yes, yes, yes,” she said as she pulled him close.
“And …” he teased as he waited for her to say it one last time.
“And I friggin love you. Now fuck me!”
“Oh, yes darling. Anything you say.”
THE END
Four Reasons to Come
Prologue
“Isabella, I’m heading to work. Do you need anything from the store for dinner tonight?” Kirk asked as he waited on the other side of my bedroom door.
“Beer … Kirk, get beer,” Stanley said as he lay next to me. “You know we always need beer.”
“Yeah, of course I was going to get beer, and I’m not talking to you, Stanley. I’m asking Isabella what we need.”
“Could you get some garlic bread?” I asked as I jumped up out of bed and opened the door to talk with Kirk for a minute. “Oh, and I’d really love some red wine. I’m not picky, you know that babe, just get what looks good.”
Kirk grabbed me and pulled me close to him. His hands were cold but still felt delicious as he held onto my ass and wouldn’t let me go. Kirk was the type of guy who had no filter between what he was thinking and what he was doing. When he wanted a kiss, he came and got one, when he wanted to make love, he made sure I knew that as well. I liked Kirk because of his openness and how he wore his heart on his sleeve all the time.
“Mmm, I can’t wait to have you tonight. It’s my night, right?” Kirk asked and then didn’t wait for me to answer before he started to kiss me.
“Kirk, get going, you’re going to be late for work, and I’m losing my patience,” Stanley said as he climbed out of the bed naked with a fully erect cock and stood next to me in the doorway.
“Fine, I’ll see you guys after work,” Kirk finally said and gave me one last kiss before heading out to work.
I shut the door behind me, and before I could turn around, Stanley had me pressed up against the door with his bulging body ready to please me. Stanley was shy and quiet in the real world, but in my bedroom, he turned into a testosterone filled stud.
“I’ve only got a few minutes before I have to get to class,” I warned him.
“You’ll get to class on time,” he groaned as I heard him unwrapping a condom and sliding it on. “Bend over the bed baby. I want to see that ass of yours in the air.”
“Oh, I love it when you take charge of me like this,” I said as I did exactly what he asked of me.
“Mmmm, your body drives me wild. I can’t control myself when I’m around you. I feel like an animal devouring his prey,” Stanley said in primal tone that was so hot I felt my body dripping with excitement. “Your ass, God your ass, I want to be in your ass.”
“Okay, go ahead,” I said willingly.
Stanley was new to staying with me at my apartment, but I loved how adventurous he was. He made me want to try new things. Probably because I knew he was shy and quiet in the outside world, it made our sex life even more exciting.
“Really? I can do that?”
“Stop asking, I said yes. I want to feel you inside. Now,” I ordered.
He didn’t hesitate a moment longer as he pressed his body against my ass and dribbled lube onto me. He was hard like a stallion as he slowly moved into me, and I grabbed the sheets and tried to relax.
“Ooooooh,” I moaned as I took him in. “Yes,” I said when my body finally accepted his. “Yes, yes, yes,” I pressed back against him, urging Stanley to move freely.
“You feel so good,” he said.
He grabbed my hips and thrust me back and forth as he took charge. I loved to see Stanley taking what he wanted, no concerns over anyone else, just loving my body and making me happy.
Our thrusts became faster as Stanley’s excitement built up, and I reached down to play with my clit to entice the situation. Harder and harder he moved, and the excitement built up quickly for me.
I loved sex. There was no question about it. I loved sweet making love sessions as much as a good hard fuck. I honestly didn’t understand women that couldn’t enjoy all types of sex. There was so much release of tensions and anxiety that came from having sex; it was why I kept more than one man in my life, to fulfill all my needs. Not just one type of sex.
As Stanley and I moved together and finally released, I felt more than just a sexual release. There was a calmness that came over my body, and I loved it. I was ready for my day of classes.
“Wow babe, that was intense,” Stanley said as I was getting into the shower.
“I know; I love it when we try new things. It’s really hot.”
“I’ve got a final today. I’m really stressed out about it. But that just helped release so much tension,” he said as if I didn’t know.
“Yep, definitely a tension releaser. I’m finishing up classes next week and then looking at my grandparents’ house. I’m thinking of just moving down there and enjoying the quiet life. Are you still considering coming with me?”
Stanley and I were the closest of all the guys. He was the only one I had actually offered to let move with me. Not that I wanted a traditional relationship with him or anything like that, I just thought he would be a fun guy to have around as I transitioned to my grownup life.
“I don’t think I’m going to go,” he said with so much trepidation that I knew he’d been thinking about it for a while. “I might look at it next summer, though.”
“Come here,” I ordered him as I stood with my blonde hair soaking wet and the shower running down my body. Stanley did as I asked and stood at the edge of the shower. “You can come at anytime. You know how I feel about you and us. I’d love to have you there, but I know you’re looking for something a little different.”
“Thanks Isabella. I love you so much,” he said and then gave me a quick kiss before heading out for the day.
Living with three guys wasn’t at all a traditional life. I knew this, and I didn’t care at all. Life was just too damn short to be worrying about what was right or wrong all the time or trying to build a life that didn’t make me happy.
Throughout my four years of college, I’d managed to carve out a little world for myself that did make me happy. I had amazing men around me who always looked out for my best interest and made me feel loved and cherished. As I transitioned to a new world and new life, I hoped I’d be able to find that balance again someday soon.
“Um, Isabella, are you in there,” I heard Sam say as he stood outside the bedroom.
“Yes baby, come on in.”
“I, uh, was going to see if you wanted a ride to class today.”
“Oh, Sam, you’re always so sweet to me. I would love a ride to work,” I said as I wrapped my arms around him and gave him a hug.
“Isabella, you’re so beautiful,” Sam softly whispered in my ear. “Can I take care of you really quickly?”
“Sam, I’ve got to get to class.”
“Just five minutes. I need to taste you, please,” he asked sweetly.
Sam was my oral king. He loved giving me oral so much that he made me love it even more than I ever had. I held his hand, walked over to the bed, and crawled onto the sheets and then laid back for him.
Slowly I spread my legs while he looked down at me with so much desire that I got soaked with excitement. Sam loved to look at me. He liked the lights on, and when I spread my legs for him, he always took a minute to admire my body before he crawled onto the bed to please me.
He started kissing my toes and moved slowly up my inner thigh as his lips took their time with me. Sam let out a low moan of pleasure with each kiss and then switched over to my other leg and did the same thing.
His tongue finally found my center in the delicious spurt o
f liking and sucking that Sam was known for. His tongue expertly played with me in a way no man had ever been able to. In under five minutes, I found myself grabbing onto his hair and thrusting my body toward him as I urged him to continue.
“Yes,” I said without realizing it. “Yes, fuck yes,” I moaned.
Sam just had a way of bringing me to explosion that was so deep and powerful that I couldn’t stop it. I couldn’t slow it down. I had to release, and sure enough, I did. My clit thrust into his mouth as he grabbed a hold of it and sucked hard.
He didn’t let go. Sam held onto me, and the more I bucked against him, the more he refused to release. My body soaked with pleasure as I came over and over again in his mouth. By the time we’d wrapped up our morning fun, my legs were shaking, and I had to guzzle a liter of water.
“Wow, Sam, that was so fun,” I said when I finally got the chance to get dressed. “I love that you decided to come live here this semester.”
“Isabella, you’re so amazing. So sexually free. I couldn’t say no to you. I’d do anything you asked of me, you know that.”
“I know Sam. You’re such a sweet man. Someday you’re going to make a very amazing husband.”
“Really?”
“Yes, really. I just know there is a perfect girl out there for you.”
Sam and I had already decided that we weren’t the right match for each other. Sam wanted a traditional marriage. He wanted a wife and kids and the whole white picket fence. That wasn’t the life I imagined for me, though. That wasn’t what I wanted.
As my college life was ending, I’d considered that I might try just having one boyfriend. It made me sad to even consider such a thing though because each of the men in my life had a special place. They were different and exciting with special talents. Why on earth would I settle for just one man when all three made my life so complete?
It was hard to find men who were agreeable to the life I wanted, though. After four years of college, I’d finally managed to find the perfect combination for my life, and it was a little scary to think of moving into my grandparents’ old house and starting all over again. But I was hopeful that I’d find another group of men that found the value in worshiping me and loving me without requiring monogamy of me. What if there was an even better group of men, a more perfect match out there?
Chapter 1
“I’m fine Willow, the taxi just turned down my street.”
“I’ll just stay on until you get inside the house.”
“Seriously Willow, I’m not going to get murdered in two blocks. It’s Bain, Missouri for gosh sake!”
My ability to humor Willow and her mothering significantly decreased the tireder I was. We had been friends for most of our life, but she still didn’t think I was capable of taking care of myself. When I had a few guys living with me, she tended to calm down a little with her worry, but lately I’d been on my own, and that was causing a lot of tension. Of course, Stanley was still nearby, though, he’d decided to move in down the street and not with me, though. He was trying to find a wife, which wasn’t at all what I was looking for in life.
“Are you at the house yet? Did you get inside?”
“I’m paying my taxi driver now,” I said and then walked up to the door to my house and looked for my keys. Unfortunately, I had forgotten them inside the house.
Nothing to worry about, though. I had a spare key, somewhere. If only I could remember where I had put it.
“Walking up to the door … unlocking the door … going inside,” I lied to her.
Willow was the kind of friend that would leave her house in the middle of the night and come help me look for my key. As much as I loved that about her, I didn’t want to ruin her night or pull her away from her family. A small little lie to ensure she could get to sleep that night wasn’t that big of a deal.
“Alright. Remember to take some Tylenol and drink some water. Do you have orange juice for the morning?”
Since losing my parents, Willow had tried to fill in the emptiness. Her heart was always in the right spot, but she never understood what it was like to be without any family. Moving into my grandparents’ house and remodeling it was the best way I could cope, at least for now.
I loved that Willow worried about me and tried to take care of me. We had a special relationship despite her not totally understanding my personal life. She just couldn’t wrap her head around my need for more than one man. Hell, I wasn’t even sure I could wrap my head around it. Maybe I’d change and find a man that I felt was all I needed? Or maybe I’d find a perfect combination of men that I wanted to keep together. I was open to what life might bring, and I really loved that Willow let me have my alternative life without always judging me. Instead, she concentrated on loving me; which was exactly what I needed.
“Yes, I will drink orange juice, take two pills, and call you in the morning.” I laughed excessively because of the large amount of alcohol in my system.
“Great, yes. Call me when you get up,” Willow said.
“OK Mother Willow. Talk to you tomorrow.”
With Willow off the phone, I went to work looking for where I had put the spare key. I remembered putting a spare somewhere around when I had visited my parents and my mother was too sick to get up to the door. But after she died, I moved the key again. I moved it to a spot that I remember thinking was easier to find, yet in my inebriated state, I had no idea where that spot might be.
Really it shouldn’t be all that hard to find a key, but when you forgot things as fast as I did; you would understand. This key was going to be near impossible to find. My mind felt a little mushy as I started moving around the front porch in search of the darn key.
After searching the mat, flowers, and all the rocks around my grandparents’ old Victorian home, it finally dawned on me that I had put the key over in the neighbors’ rocks. The fake rock that held the spare key fit perfectly with their rocks, and since the home had been empty for at least five years, it seemed like a good place to hide the house key.
Now if only I could remember which rock I was looking for. At two o’clock in the morning, it was amazing how every single rock looked exactly the same. I knew the general area of the key, though, and got to work trying to find the fake rock.
I was crawling around on my knees in the wet grass and looking for the house key to my dead parents’ home. Well, the house was actually my grandparents’ home, then they passed it to my parents, and then to me. On my hands and knees in the grass was not how I wanted to be spending my Saturday night.
Why couldn’t I just have a normal life? Like those girls at the bar tonight. The kind of busy life with friends and parties all the time. But no, I had by far the most boring life in the history of Bain. Except for my sex life, of course.
Fixing up my grandparents’ house was the only thing interesting on my calendar for the next three weeks. Oh, how I longed for some excitement. Maybe a man or two to warm my bed and please me? But there were no prospects on the horizon. Even Stanley wasn’t coming over to visit as much as he used to.
The rock that held my house key was an enigma, it certainly wasn’t about to make finding it very easy. I screamed out in frustration and threw a rock from the neighbor’s yard to my own.
“Can I help you?” a man’s voice said from somewhere in the dark.
My breath caught in utter excitement as I looked up to see a staggeringly muscular built man standing at the corner of the house. He looked to have been just woken up and stood there with sweatpants and no shirt.
The no shirt part was what had me so distracted. Even in the moonlight, I could see more muscles in his stomach than I probably had in my entire body. His arms bulged with definition, and my body soaked with a desire for him that was so unexpected I instantly clenched my legs together out of fear I’d start dripping down my leg.
“Um. Well, I uh … I’m looking for my house key.”
“And you keep it in my flower bed?”
The way he
stood there looking at me it was like I amused him. He watched as I struggled to stand up and then fidgeted with my dress. As much as I tried to hide the level of my intoxication, I’m pretty sure there was no hiding it. The look on his face showed enough sympathy toward me that I knew he could tell I was drunk.
“I’m uh, yes I did hide it here. It’s a rock. Well, it looks like a rock. It’s a fake rock with a key in it. But I can’t find it because they all look the same. It was a good idea to buy the fake rock, but it has made it surprisingly hard to actually figure out which rock it is,” I babbled on and on. “I know, I know. I probably should have thought of a better plan, but here we are. I have a key in here somewhere, and I’m locked out, so I need to find this fake rock.”
I watched as the mystery man walked closer to me and looked at the rocks surrounding the house. His gaze was powerful, just like him, and I instantly thought about how fun this guy would be in bed.
He was probably a dominant type. Maybe he liked to tie his girls up? Or perhaps he preferred all night sex that turned into sweating sessions of love? Mmm, my mind went blank as I decided right then and there that I really wanted to have this man in my bed.
“What’s your name,” he asked me.
“I’m Isabella. Isabella Peterson.”
I waited for him to respond with his name, but he did not. Instead, he reached down and grabbed a rock from the back of the pile of rocks. He handed it to me and I instantly knew that it was the rock I had been looking for. It was light, and I could hear the jingle of the key as I moved the rock in my hand.
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