I was fascinated by his story. “Wow. I can’t even imagine having someone love you so much that even if they can’t raise you they still make sure to be a part of your life. After my sister died, my mom turned even more heavily to drinking and dad left. I was on my own. After mom died I sold everything I could and moved out here. I never looked back.”
“How old were you?”
“22”
He reached up, cupping my face, his eyes searched mine, for what I didn’t know, he must have found something as he smiled, “You are so fucking brave, Lexi. Strong and beautiful. You really are mi pequeño guerrero, my little warrior.”
His lips crashed against mine before I could question him. Soon I forgot everything else but him. His soft and pliable lips on mine, coaxing sounds, I didn’t even know I could make, from me.
His hands swept my body, stopping to cup my breasts, flicking my nipples until they pebbled. I groaned and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. I couldn’t get enough of him. I was drowning in his scent, his touch, the feelings he was bringing out of me.
I whimpered when he tore his mouth from mine, only to groan as he swept his mouth lower and lower, heading for my aching breasts. All of my senses were heightened, the last 2 days of torture from the guys led to an explosion of need. A need that once unleashed wouldn’t be denied.
I grabbed his tank top and nearly tore it in my haste to get him bare. I needed him to be naked like yesterday. I swept my hands up his muscular chest scraping my short nails across his nipples. He groaned and yanked me closer, my head fell back as his hot mouth latched onto my breast through my sports bra.
It wasn’t enough, I needed more. Throwing myself backwards I yanked off my bra and shorts. Standing in front of Shane, naked as the day I was born, I gave him my best come hither smile and walked into the stream to cool off. I barely got waist deep before i felt his hands lightly skimming the new scars on my back. The shivers that racked my body had nothing to do with the cool water rushing by us.
Suddenly nervous I opened my mouth to say something sexy, that is not what came out. “Did you know that Superman didn’t always fly?”
“Really? That’s interesting.” His voice was raspy, he swept my hair aside and kissed my neck.
“No, It wasn’t until the 1940’s when the animators got tired of having to dr...draw him bending his kn...knees all the time to jump. So they decided he would fly and make their jobs ea...easier.” I really should learn when to shut my mouth. But once I started something I had to finish it; I blame Grams for that.
“Lexi?”
“Yeah…”
“Shut up and let me have you.”
“Okay.”
Shane turned me around, my mouth parted on a gasp at the fire in his eyes. He was so commanding and gentle at the same time; it was a heady mixture that went straight to my girly bits.
He wasted no time in getting my body primed and ready for him, not that it was hard to do from the start. Most days I felt like I was walking around in a constant state of readiness. Just waiting for one or more of them to take me.
Shane laid back on the bank of the stream his cock jutting up towards his stomach in all its glory. Kneeling beside him I couldn’t decide what I wanted to do, mount him and ride him like a cowgirl or take him into my mouth and make him scream my name.
“Lexi, if you don't get on top of me soon I will be forced to finish this myself.”
“Okay.” Decision made I swept my leg over him, positioning him at my entrance, I slowly guided him inside my core. We both moaned at the feeling of him gliding inside me. Shane grabbed onto my hips, thrusting upwards burying himself deep inside me.
The feeling was exquisite, I threw my head back, moaning as I began to ride him. Somewhere deep inside was a small voice saying I was being a horny idiot, but I ignored it. I couldn’t imagine myself anywhere else but here with Shane, having him thrust deep inside hitting spots I didn’t even know I had.
“Yes! Mmmm...Just like that. Don’t stop.” I had no idea what I was saying, but keeping quiet was not an option with how good he felt.
Shane reared up, wrapping his arms around my back, bringing me closer so he could take my breast in his mouth. The duel pushing and pulling sensations from top to bottom flung me off the edge. A strangled scream broke through my closed mouth, I was trying not to alert the entire forest as to what we were doing.
Shane grabbed my head and kissed me long and deep as my orgasm seemed to go on forever. After what felt like an eternity, Shane groaned and stiffened, lifting me off of him so he slipped out he still held me in a hug and kissed me as he came all over our stomachs.
Slipping boneless to the ground, I watched dazed as he washed off in the river, marveling at his tanned and toned body. His tight ass that I suddenly had the urge to bite when he bent over to pick up his clothes. I wanted to weep as he continued to cover his perfect body.
“You know, it’s a waste that you guys cover yourselves all the time. We should just form our own nudist colony and stay naked all the time.”
Shane chuckled, turning around he grinned, “Oh I can’t see that flying with Thorne. Maybe if we wore loincloths or something, no way in hell would he want to see all the sausage hanging out.”
I laughed and let him help me up so I could dress, “I can be very persuasive. I’ll just have to ask him about the idea when he’s at his most vulnerable.”
I winked at Shane, but his eyes became guarded and stormy. “Hey, did I say something wrong?”
“No, but we should be getting back. Don’t want the others to worry that something happened to us.”
“Okay.” The warm afterglow I had faded fast in the wake of his distance. I know I said something wrong, but for the life of me I couldn’t figure out what.
The rest of the day, Shane avoided me. I tried not to let his actions hurt me, brushing it off saying we were just having fun, we were both adults, we could handle this. But Connors ultimatum rang throughout my head. I saw the worried glances the others gave me as I left my dinner barely touched and went to my room, claiming exhaustion.
Tomorrow was a new day, I would sleep on it and figure out what the hell was Shane’s problem, even if I had to kick his ass.
Thorne
“Anyone want to clue me in on why the hell our girl looks to be on the verge of crying?” I ground my teeth together to keep my voice low. It was what I always did, habit from when missions would go sideways and I couldn’t yell.
Colter shrugged, “I have no idea. She hasn’t talked to me, but Shane was acting squirrely around her after their lesson.”
Connor cleared the table giving us his opinion. “My guess is he said something to her in his normal jackass fashion and she doesn’t know how to process it.”
My eyes snapped to the doorway when Britt spoke. I swear that girl really was a witch, showing up out of the blue, sneaky as fuck I never knew when she would be around a corner. “Oh please. I know what happened and I just got here. But by your comments, they slept together and she, being Lexi, started talking non-stop and said something to him. Which in turn he said something off hand to her and she took it personally.”
“You think?” I gazed out the window into the backyard where Shane was chopping wood. He only chopped wood when he was angry about something and trying to work it out instead of going off on any of us.
I glanced back at Britt in time to see her roll her eyes, “I don’t have to think. Just give me five minutes with him.” She flashed a wicked smile and pushed off the doorframe.
“Uh.. Brit, I don’t,” Colter tried to stop her and I cringed, I was man enough to admit she scared the living daylights out of me.
I liked her like a sister, but just like a sister who knows all of your deep, dark secrets I also never wanted her wrath aimed at me.
“You don’t, what, Pony boy? I got this handled, you just go back to pumping iron or whatever it is you do.” She brushed past him.
I covered my mou
th with my hand to stifle my laughter, I was going to tease him mercilessly about that nickname she just gave him.
“Did she just, seriously call me Pony Boy?” Colter looked at us with amazement on his face.
I chuckled, turning to keep an eye on the proceedings outside, making sure there would be no bloodshed. “Yep. She did. I like it, it suits you. Don’t you think Con-man?”
Conner snickered, “I knew I liked her. She’s like the sister I never had.”
“Same and she’s good for Lex. I’m glad we let her know Lexi was okay. I think all of this would be harder on her if she was alone.” I winced, “Damn, that had to hurt.”
“What? What just happened?”
I rolled my eyes; the twins had a bad habit of talking in unison without realizing it. Both moved to stand behind me watching the show outside.
Britt had slapped Shane and was now proceeding to lecture him by the looks of it. “I wouldn’t want to be him right now. Britt is like a mama bear with a cub when it involves Lex.”
We all scattered, trying to act natural as she turned on her heel and stomped inside, her face a mask of rage. She slammed through the back door, “Your friend out there is a complete fucking idiot if he can’t see that Lexi is not his ex. In fact I’m convinced she’s as far removed from his ex as a fucking orange and a potato is. I’m going to talk to Lexi, all of you leave her the hell alone.”
We all stared dumbfounded as she stomped off in a huff. “Hawk!” I bellowed after a min.
“I’m right here, no need to summon me, Sarge.”
Oh, I could tell this was going to be one of the times I have to hold myself back from killing him. He only called me Sarge, when he had his panties in a twist.
“What happened?”
“I slept with her. Okay! Like a fucking idiot I slept with Lexi, and afterwards she was saying how it’s a shame we all have to cover our bodies and we should make our own nudists colony. I told her you wouldn't go for it, and she said she could be persuasive and would ask you at your most vulnerable. I knew she meant when you guys were in bed and it immediately pissed me off. Here we were, on the bank of the river, just finishing fucking each other’s brains out and she was already thinking about you!”
I held up my hand to silence him. If he said one more thing I was going to punch his fucking face threw the wall, “First, we are all fucking adults and are going into this with our eyes wide open. So It’s a completely different situation than Amy. Who was two fucking years ago! Get the fuck over it man! Second, she was probably joking! Granted we should have warned her you have no sense of humor! Damnit Hawk, I swear to whoever runs this shit show we call life if you have fucked up our chances with Lexi, I will kill you slowly and painfully!”
“Over a broad? Really?”
“No over your own stupid ego and hurt pride. We all know you want her and like her just as much as we do. Are you really going to screw up your chance at happiness with us because you can’t let Amy go?”
His eyes got hooded and he walked off without answering. I growled and grabbed my gear, “I got the late shift tonight. See you in the morning.”
I strode out in a foul mood, hopefully my shift was quiet and I could work out my anger in the station gym. I felt the need to hit something.
Twenty-Three
Lexi
The day dawned bright and clear, but I had been up for hours. It was hard to fall asleep last night, and once I finally did, I was plagued with bad dreams all night. Waking up in a cold sweat, heart racing, hands clenched. I don’t remember what caused this feeling of dread in the pit of my stomach, but it refused to go away.
I kept telling myself it had nothing to do with Britt’s revelation about Shane last night, but I wasn’t fooling myself this time.
Standing in front of my window watching the sunrise, I had to admit Thorne was an excellent EMT, or makeshift doctor. I felt a hundred times better than I did when I woke up yesterday. I must have slept through the worst of everything. Not to mention the sexual healing I got from Shane yesterday, I snickered to myself, then sobered up.
Feeling my back, I brushed my hands along my wounds, the stitches in my back only pulled slightly, and my ribs were only slightly tender. I probed them lightly while I thought.
I knew something was plaguing my mind, something I should be focused on and worried about. But no matter how hard I strived to gain just a glimpse of it, the harder it was to hold on to. Slipping through my fingers like water through a sieve. I sighed and rubbed my temples, trying to get rid of the monster headache I brought on myself.
What I needed was coffee, aspirin and food. In that order. Turning around I got dressed in my faded and worn blue jeans, with a light teal tank top and heavy black cardigan sweater. It was one of my favorite outfits, and I needed something of mine right now. I was missing the comforts of home just a little.
Looking in the mirror hanging on the back of the door, I winced, my hair was so tangled, from tossing and turning so much, it would make this migraine worse right now. I once again tossed my hair up into a loose messy bun and brushed my teeth. I’ll deal with my hair another time.
Taking a closer look at myself in the mirror, I made a face at myself. The circle’s under my eyes were still dark; my skin looked pale and sickly. I had no idea how anyone could be attracted to me like this. But to each their own I guess.
I may have felt better but I certainly had a way to go before I looked better. I shook my head lightly and took out the small bag of makeup Britt had brought me last night. I had a feeling I would need my face armor for today.
Now I just had to come up with a reason to leave, I wasn’t in any hurry to though, honestly, I didn't want to leave at all. I had nothing waiting for me but an empty house, granted I loved my house, but it was still lonely. I hadn’t realized how lonely and quiet it was until being here for close to three weeks now. Oh, add in the fact that someone was supposedly trying to kill me---
What are you talking about? It was probably a fluke thing, some physco in the woods. You were an easy target nothing more. Someone is not out to get you. Besides you have Brit and you love your house, you just like having four hot guys fawn over you. Now, nut up and stop being a big ‘giner.
I chided myself and turned away from the mirror after one last long look. Yeah, denial was not just a river in Egypt. I was going to deny, deny, deny that anyone was after me until the day I died.
I was as good as I was going to get, time to face the guys. Squaring my shoulders I pulled open my door, prepared to march into the kitchen and ignore the sinfully gorgeous men in the house. Instead I received a knock on my forehead.
I rub my forehead lightly, “Shit. I’m awake already, Thorne. What sense are you trying to knock into me?” I huffed out.
A grin crossed his lips so fast, I told myself that I imagined it, “Sorry, Lexi. You did open the door and step out like your room was on fire. I didn’t have a chance to stop my knock.” My panties got wet just hearing his low sexy chuckle. Sweet baby Jesus, I was seriously deprived, or just one horny bitch. I was voting for the second option.
Fuck! Not 20 minutes into the day and already I need a new pair.
I blew out a breath ruffling my bangs a bit, crossing my arms over my chest, I told him, “Not my fault you’re lurking in front of my door like Lurch.”
“Excuse me?” Thorne narrowed his eyes, “I do not lurk! Nor do I in any way, shape, or form resemble Lurch.”
“Sure, whatever you say, Lurch.” I gave him a patronizing pat on his muscled chest and pushed past him.
My core clenched at the small contact, it felt like lighting ran through my body. Begging me to haul his ass back into the room they gave me and have my wicked way with him.
Down, you greedy little bitch.
I walked down the hallway keenly aware of him at my back. He was so close I could smell his woodsy and mint scent. I tried to discreetly take a deep breath, but failed if him chuckling was anything to go by.
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p; His breath was hot on my neck as he leaned in and whispered in my ear, “Like what you smell, Cupcake?”
Even though shivers were racing up and down my spine, I didn’t show his effect on me. His brother made it very fucking clear what was going to happen. Which was nothing. Absolutely fucking nothing. Unless one of these jackass’s could knock some sense into Shane’s thick skull.
I shook my head and smiled ruefully at my thoughts, knowing he couldn’t see my smile, “I don't smell any cupcakes! Do you have some? Because I’m dying for some chocolate here!”
I could hear the scowl in his voice, “No, I was calling you, Cupcake.”
“Oh I know Thorny, I’m not stupid. However, I’m also not a fucking cupcake. Cupcakes are delicious and made for eatin….” I trailed off when my words registered in my head. What the fuck did you just say, Lexi?
I let out a small yelp when Thorne grabbed my waist from behind, pulling me back against his rock hard chest, his arms sliding around my front holding me close.
He nipped my ear, making me shiver and my core clenched again hard. “Who says I don’t want to eat you, Cupcake?”
I nearly groaned as he tilted my head to the side and kissed my neck. Christian was never like this; he was always more of the wham-bam-thank-you-mamn variety. He never was one for cuddling, or showing affection, and in bed he was more about getting off then foreplay.
How the hell did I put up with that for a fucking year?
I had never been very aggressive in getting what I wanted out of a bed partner. Figuring it was their job to know what the fuck to do and make sure I got off. But ever since I’ve been reading those Reverse Harems that Britt has been giving me--I’m starting to wonder if I should be more assertive in what I want.
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