by G. Bailey
“How long were you with him?” I ask her, watching as both Max and Flynn listen closely to the conversation as they mix the icing sugar, butter, and a little water. I’m sure they want to know about her past as much as I do. We don’t know a whole lot about her past life, and it doesn’t matter, but I want to know.
“We were friends first and then dated for seven months. I don’t really get what happened between us, but I have the feeling he just didn’t want to settle down. The sad thing was, we lost the friendship we had,” she says. I’ve never had a girl that was a friend, especially not one as hot as Elsie. I bet the fucker wanted more than a friendship. I bet that was all he wanted but wouldn’t tell her that. Some of my mates have tried being friends with girls they like and hope that it becomes more. Most just get friend-zoned and then have to move on.
“Well, I’m glad he was an idiot and let you go,” I tell her honestly. I think even if she turned up here still dating someone, there would be no way I could ignore what I feel for her or how hot she is. This snow storm was the best thing that’s happened in a long time because I think if we weren’t all trapped together, she would have avoided us as much as possible.
“Why?”
“Because you’re ours now, Elsie,” I tell her, and she smiles a little. Max winks at me as he brings the icing over, and we cut the gingerbread as it’s cold enough. It takes a while, but we kind of make a house.
“It looks like it’s a derelict building that’s about to collapse,” I laugh, and Elsie puts her hand in the icing sugar and throws a bit at me.
“Shh, you. It’s not that bad, I mean we can add sweets to make it look nicer,” she comments, and I look down at the house and back up at Max who widens his eyes. If we add sweets to it, it’s just going to collapse. I pick up some icing sugar, and she steps away. Best to distract her.
“Oh, you’re not going to do that,” she says, holding her hands up.
“I am,” I chuckle and throw some at her, before stepping closer and pulling her into my arms. I kiss her, loving how sweet she tastes and how she lets herself sink into the kiss with me.
“Sweet Elsie,” I whisper as she looks up at me. I don’t remember ever being this playful around a girl or wanting to be. Elsie makes me want to be with her. Not just sex, no, actually spending time with her even if it’s making silly, gingerbread houses.
I want her.
8
Elsie
“Merry Christmas, sweetheart,” my mum says loudly as I walk into the lounge and look over at the fake white Christmas tree that has appeared overnight and the dozens of presents that are underneath it.
“I forgot to bring your gifts down, I’ll go and get them,” I say as I turn around, and my mum laughs.
“No need. You can give them to us later,” she says, waving a hand at me.
“Morning,” I say to the guys when Ezra pats the empty seat between him and Flynn. I sit down, watching as John gives my mum a present, and another, and another. I think I spend at least half an hour watching her open a selection of expensive presents before John hands one to me.
“This is for you, from me and your mum,” he says offering me a small, blue box. I untie the ribbon and open the box, seeing a door key in the middle.
“A key?” I ask.
Mum replies, “To a new apartment in London. It’s lovely and close to your university,”
“I can’t accept this, it’s way too much. I mean, I bought you socks,” I say, closing the box and trying to hand the key back. John simply shakes his head.
“No, I own the building, and that apartment has been empty for years. You would be doing me a favour by taking it, Elsie. It’s a nice building,” he tells me, being all reasonable when the apartment he is giving me must cost a fortune. Anything in London does, let alone an apartment so close to the centre.
“I have to pay you rent then, or something.”
“We will discuss that later, if you wish,” John says and gives my mum a smile.
“This is for you,” Mum hands me another box, this time it’s larger and white. I open it up to see an expensive-looking handbag that’s bright-red and Gucci by the looks of it.
“It’s exclusive, so only you will have one.”
“Err, thanks,” I smile, wanting to be grateful but knowing the bag is so expensive that I’d be worried about taking it out around London. I’m more of a hoodie pockets kind of girl anyway, or at least that’s where I store the stuff I need to take outside.
“These are for you,” my mum says as she gets three blue boxes out from the tree and hands them to the guys. I watch them open the new iPad she has bought them, and then the clothes and gift cards from their dad.
“We all got Elsie something, but it’s upstairs, why don’t we take her to get it?” Max asks my mum, who sips on her wine and nods.
“Okay, go and have fun, but dinner will be ready at five.”
“I’ll bring my presents down for you then.”
“Sure,” she waves me off, and John turns the television on as we all leave the room. I feel Ezra place his hand on my back as we walk up and then take a right down the corridor, stopping at the room opposite mine. Flynn opens the door, letting me in. The room is the same as mine but clearly a guy’s room with the black sheets, huge bed, and dark-blue curtains. There’s two wardrobes, a bookcase, and a large TV opposite the bed.
“Whose room is this?” I ask.
“Mine,” Flynn replies as Max closes the door behind us. I watch as Flynn picks up a box off the side and brings it over to me.
“I didn’t expect you to get me anything, considering we have been trapped in here for the last week,” I say, making them chuckle a little. I pull the ribbon off and open it up, seeing a beautiful, red, crystal necklace. It’s on a silver chain, and it’s shaped like a heart.
“It was our mother’s, and we want you to have it.”
“Guys this is–”
“Yours,” Flynn interrupts and takes the necklace out of the box with my help. I turn around and lift my hair, watching Max as Flynn puts the necklace on me and slides his hands down my arms.
“We have another gift,” Flynn whispers, and Max walks to the door, flipping the lock.
“Do you?” I ask, with a slight moan as Flynn moves his body behind mine and slides his hands down my body.
“Yes,” Max says as he comes over and kisses me. Max kisses me slowly, while Flynn slowly undoes the zip on the back of my dress. When Max pulls away, my dress falls to the floor, and I step out of it, standing in front of the sexiest men I’ve ever seen in just my underwear and heels.
“On the bed,” Ezra commands me, his tone husky and deep, sending shivers through me. I nod and walk over to the bed, kicking my heels off and lying down. Ezra kneels between my legs as I watch Flynn and Max start taking off their clothes, as Ezra presses his clothed body over mine and kisses me. Ezra’s kisses are demanding and seductive, with every brush of his lips against mine, making me want more. I slide my hands down his body, feeling his hard cock under his jeans, and he grabs my hands, pinning them above my head.
“Not yet,” he whispers, his gaze dropping down my body before I see Max climb onto the bed, his hard cock standing out and he smiles seductively as I glance to my right and see Flynn getting on the bed too.
“You have too many clothes on for what we have planned, Elsie,” Flynn comments.
“Why don’t I help?” Ezra replies.
My breath hitches as he reaches around me and undoes my bra, and then kisses his way down my body. I feel Ezra removing my thong slowly, as Flynn starts kissing one of my breasts, just as Max moves close enough for me to be able to take him in my mouth. I suck the tip of Max into my mouth, just as I moan when Ezra’s tongue runs a slow circle around my clit. The overwhelming sensation of Ezra and Flynn as they control my body, makes my first orgasm come quickly, and I moan out all their names as pleasure floods my body. I feel Ezra pull away, only to look down to see Flynn move between my open legs
and lining himself up with me. I move my head faster over Max’s cock as Flynn rams into me, making me moan as he thrusts deeper inside of me. I feel Max about to come and suck him harder, as my hand finds Ezra’s large cock as he moves onto the bed and kneels next to me. Max moves away and grins down at me. He lies down next to me, his one hand playing with my nipple as his other slides between me and Flynn, rubbing my clit. I stroke Ezra faster as I orgasm again, feeling Flynn picking up speed just before he finishes, and I feel Ezra finish all over my chest a moment later.
“God, you’re amazing,” Flynn says, sliding off me and Max gets up off the bed as I calm down. I feel sleepy but in the best way. Max comes back with a towel and helps me clean up, as do the others before we all pull our clothes on and lie together on the bed. My head is lying on Max’s stomach, and Ezra and Flynn are lying at my side.
“I don’t know what you’re doing to us. I can’t stop thinking about you.”
“I like you all, too, but this can’t be more than this.”
“Why not?” Max asks me.
“Because it can’t. You all have lives, and our parents are married. They would lose it if we said we were all sleeping together.”
“It’s nothing to do with them, it’s only about us, Elsie. And, I’ve known you for a week, and don’t want you to leave.”
“I’m the same, but it doesn’t change the fact I leave soon,” I say, and none of them respond. There’s just silence as we hold each other close.
9
Elsie
“What are you doing?” Max’s voice drifts over as I sit in my room, studying my university text books.
“Studying,” I reply, wondering why he knocked on my door. I look over as Max walks into the room followed by Ezra who shuts the door behind him. I haven’t left my room for more than food and drinks since our awkward conversation about me leaving soon. I don’t want to admit how I’m feeling for them all, how I like them all. Maybe even love.
“Why are you hiding? Were we all that bad in bed? I mean you sounded like you enjoyed it as much as that time with Flynn,” Ezra asks, moving to sit on my bed, and Max sits on the end, closing my study book.
“Did he tell you?” I ask, avoiding the question as it’s the opposite to what I felt, and Ezra laughs.
“No, you forget that Max and I were in the lounge, we heard darling,” he says, and my cheeks seem to be burning.
“So, you’re studying to be a teacher?” Max asks, changing the subject, and I give him a thankful smile as Ezra moves closer, pressing the side of his body into mine as he lies back.
“You’d make a good teacher,” Max nods, and I frown at him.
“How would you know? I mean we have known each other for a short amount of time,” I say and simply smile.
“You have that caring, but strict, vibe about you,” he tells me.
“So, if you’re sleeping with Flynn and that time with us all, I’m taking it you don’t have a problem with sleeping with your stepbrothers?” Ezra asks, his mind only on one thing.
“It was a one-time thing, to get rid of some tension.”
“Did you like being with us all, Elsie?” Max asks me, shocking me a little as he takes his glasses off and places them on the side.
“Yes,” I whisper, but my eyes travel all over Max’s strong body and back up to his eyes, they are a lovely hazel much like Flynn’s.
“The offer is there for a replay. We are all stuck here for the rest of the holidays, and I want you. So, does Max,” Ezra whispers in my ear, his teeth grazing the top of my ear.
“I don’t think,” I start to say, turning my head towards Ezra, and he kisses me, a deep kiss that makes me gasp as he leans into me. I feel hands sliding up my bare legs, and I pull away from the kiss just in time to see Max lift one of my legs and kiss my ankle.
“Your choice,” Max says, kissing down my leg slowly, making his way towards me, and every part of me wants to accept it. Just this once, just one more time.
“Okay,” I say, and Ezra groans quietly before he lifts my oversized jumper over my head, throwing it on the floor. He smirks when he sees I don’t have a bra on. Ezra gently pushes me back on the bed, and follows me down with a deep kiss. I moan as I feel Max kiss all the way to my inner thighs and then press a gentle kiss on my core over my lacy underwear. Max pulls my underwear down, as Ezra kisses his way down my body and stops at my breasts. I cry out in pleasure as Max slides his tongue around my clit, just as Ezra kisses one of my nipples as he rubs the other one.
“Max,” I moan as he pulls away at the same time Ezra does, and I watch as he lifts his shirt over his head and undoes his jeans. Ezra also starts taking his clothes off as Max smirks before flipping me over on my knees and pulling my ass towards his hips. I feel his large cock pressing against my ass. My eyes widen as Ezra kneels in front of me, giving me a cheeky smirk just as I feel Max pressing inside me. I suck the tip of Ezra’s cock into my mouth, enjoying the feeling of having them both inside of me. Max pushes all the way in as Ezra slides his hand into my hair and starts controlling the blow job. I’m lucky I don’t choke as he thrusts harder, while Max picks up his pace, moving his hand around my hip and rubbing my clit. My orgasm builds, and I move my hand to replace Max’s, which only makes him fuck me harder. The minute my orgasm hits, I feel Max finish with me. I moan around Ezra’s cock, which makes him come too. I swallow all of him before Max slides out, and I lie down on the bed, with Max sliding next to me on one side and Ezra on the other.
“That was amazing,” Ezra comments after a long silence, and moves to push a little, stray piece of hair out of my face. I smile up at him, looking at the mark on his eyebrow, and I run my finger over it.
“How did you do this?” I ask, and he chuckles.
“When I was about seventeen, I had a thing for motorbikes and testing the limits. I crashed it, and this was a result of that. So were the two broken wrists,” he tells me.
“Ouch, that must have hurt,” I reply.
“Tell me something about you,” I turn to Max and ask, feeling him running his hand over my hip.
“I design apps for a living,” he tells me, and I pull my phone out from under my pillow and unlock it.
“Show me what’s yours,” I say, and he nods, opening up the app store and showing me a bunch of game apps. Most are about robots and look cool.
“I’m seriously impressed. Handsome, great in bed, and smart,” I comment, and he laughs with Ezra as I download the games he has made.
“What about you?” I ask, turning to Ezra who grins.
“I own a motorcycle shop in town. We mainly deal with custom orders, so the shop is for show, but if I can’t drive them, then I will sell them,” he tells me and I smile, liking the idea. I lay my head down and close my eyes as I yawn, feeling perfectly sated.
10
Flynn
I watch as Elsie laughs at the lame joke my dad just told her and then continues to eat her food. It’s been three days since I’ve been with her, and it’s killing me that she won’t give in and sleep with me again. I felt something for her, all my brothers did. I glance at Max and Ezra who are sitting next to her, staring at her like I am and I know they want her again too. They told me she did the same thing as she did to me, but the next morning for them, she said it was only once. It’s confusing.
“So, Elsie do you like your new stepbrothers?” my dad asks, and I watch as she nearly chokes on her chicken before recovering, as Max pats her on the back, and answers.
“Yes, they are all lovely.”
“That’s good to hear,” her mum says, looking over at us all with clear suspicion before smiling at my dad. I want to hate the annoying, blonde woman, but she is making him happy, and it’s his choice at the end of the day. I may dislike her mum, but she brought Elsie into our lives, and I couldn’t be more thankful for that.
“So, Elsie, how is your teaching course going?” my dad asks her.
“Good. I have one year left, and I’m enjoying the
course. I hope to get offered a job at the local school I volunteer at,” she says, and we all carry on eating.
“Why don’t I show you my painting room, Elsie?” I ask as she finishes her food.
“I don’t think that’s a great idea, I’m pretty tired,” she says, trying to avoid me again. That’s all she has done all week.
“You must see it; the paintings are something else. Flynn sells them and makes a fortune,” my dad says, smiling at me.
“Come on, Elsie,” I say standing up, and she briefly glares at me and then looks away.
“Let’s go, then,” she says, and I see Ezra smirk at me as I stand up and walk out with her. She doesn’t say a word to me as we walk towards the art studio at the back of the house. When we get outside the room, I unlock the door and lean in, switching the lights on. The art room is inside the conservatory and used to be my mother’s room. It’s still full of paintings she did over time, but now there are mine, too.
“Oh my god, they are amazing. Where did you learn this?” she asks, walking over to a painting of a little girl sitting in a park. The little girl is my cousin, and I see her every summer when my aunt flies over from America.
“My mother taught me,” I tell her, and she runs her finger over the painting before moving onto the next one, which is of a ship at sea.
“They are lovely. I’m sorry for your loss,” she tells me, and I nod, walking over to her.
“Thank you. When she was alive she used to tell me that I was very good at painting, and I used to ignore her, too busy chasing girls and spending my parents’ money. The week after we lost her I picked up a paintbrush she had left in some water and finished this painting for her,” I tell her and point to the painting of a young doe in the forest that’s hanging on the wall near the door.