“We know,” he replied.
“Because of how you shared Mel?” she said and his eyes widened. He stood up straighter. He glanced at Damon then Grady.
“I told her about Mel.”
“Why?” Damon asked.
“We shared our fears. Her uncertainty about her attraction to us because of her own fears. She hasn’t been sleeping at night. Wakes up with nightmares,” Grady told them. Damon reached out and stroked her hair. She looked at him and their gazes locked. Drover knew that was something Damon and Berlin now had in common.
“You should have told us,” Drover said to her.
“Why? There’s nothing you can do.”
“Hold you in our arms at night. Stay here with you,” Damon told her.
She swallowed hard and lifted up enough to pull down her top, and then reached under to re-clip her bra.
“I don’t even know you guys. I’m getting to know you now, but that’s too intimate.”
“I guarantee one of us holding you in bed would take those nightmares away,” Drover said to her, then fixed her top.
“I think this was plenty for now. I have to digest and analyze everything,” she replied.
“Digest, yes, analyze, don’t. The attraction is real. We’ll take our time,” Drover said to her.
“It will be torture. Maybe we should base this new attraction on sex?” Grady said to her and her face flushed. Damon and Drover chuckled.
“Idiot,” Damon said and then took her hand, brought it to his lips, and kissed her knuckles.
“Take your time,” he said and then stepped back.
“What’s all this?” Drover asked, looking at the apples, flour, sugar, and things on the counter.
“I’m going to bake some pies,” she said to them.
“You bake?” Drover asked.
“It’s been a while, but I’m going to try.”
“We can be your taste testers,” Grady told her.
“Okay,” she said and slid off the island. “Maybe when I’m done I’ll invite you over for dessert or a snack. Whatever you want,” she said and went to walk away, but Drover snagged her around the waist and placed his palm over her ass as she gripped his forearms.
“Dessert sounds perfect.” He lowered down and kissed her, then gave her ass a tap before he stepped back and took in the sight of her.
“God, baby, you look so sexy and aroused. Are you sure we can’t base this attraction on sex?” Grady asked. She pulled the dish towel off the counter and threw it at Grady. He chuckled as he caught it.
“Get out of here. Get back to work and let me start baking and digesting all this.”
They each kissed her good-bye and then headed out of her cabin.
* * * *
Berlin fanned herself and then gripped the counter and felt the tears fill her eyes. She was completely attracted to three men, plus Corporal, and was considering engaging in a ménage relationship. That meant sex with three, maybe four men, if Corporal wasn’t pissed off at her for sleeping with his cousins. Holy shit. How could this be happening?
She pushed away from the counter and spent the next several hours dissecting her emotions, processing what a ménage relationship meant and entailed, and of course, thought about the men’s bodies. This could be disastrous, or it could be pure splendor. It wasn’t like she was a virgin. Then she thought about their sizes, their personalities, and she felt way intimidated. What about Damon? He was so enclosed. She understood what tribulations came along with PTSD. She had helped out with counseling some soldiers who were young, in their early twenties, who had suffered from that. They were highly combative and flew off the edge often, but she handled those times. How intense was Damon when it came to episodes? Was that why he slept in the barn and not in the house where his brothers resided?
She felt bad for him, for the three of them, and Corporal, too, with how Mel had destroyed their trust. It made her realize that they would all be risking a lot on her, too. This wasn’t one-sided. She needed to remember that.
She went about baking the pies, and soon enough that magnificent scent filled the air. She was exhausted, especially emotionally, as she changed into a pair of baggy sweats before laying down on the couch for a nap.
* * * *
Damon finished showering and then headed outside. His thoughts were on this afternoon and Berlin. He wasn’t a perfect man. He and his brothers were older, set in their ways, and untrusting. He had a lot of concerns.
Being in a ménage relationship took trust. The relationship they had with Mel destroyed a large part of their hearts and his personal outlook toward women and toward relationships, trust, and intimacy. He closed himself off. Had really only given Mel about eighty percent of his emotions and commitment because of his PTSD and his fears. Today shocked him because in the moment as he kissed her, touched her, explored her breasts, and inhaled her scent, he felt closer than he had ever been to Mel—and he and his brothers had actually shared Mel in bed. It was mind boggling, especially knowing that Corporal sent her here for them to protect. He wondered if his cousin knew. Maybe he sensed the same things and hoped they would be attracted to Berlin and could take this chance in the hopes that this was real this time.
Then he processed the knowledge that Berlin was in danger. Men wanted to kill her, hurt her, and that made him feel super protective. As he walked outside, the apple pie smell increasing the closer he got to the cabin, he couldn’t help but want to see her again. Was it too soon? He knew his brothers were cooking dinner, and maybe hoping she would invite them for dessert tonight. So, as he headed closer and approached the cabin, he hadn’t expected to hear the moaning or the crying. He reacted.
He didn’t want to break down the door, so he looked through the window. He spotted her immediately. She was laying on the couch, arms flailing, legs moving, tears streaming down her cheeks. He reached for the door and it was unlocked. He was angry that she hadn’t locked it, but he would reprimand her later.
“Berlin. Berlin?” he said her name numerous times. He could tell she was caught in a nightmare and his chest tightened. He grabbed her arms as one slammed against his shoulder.
“Berlin, wake up. Wake up,” he said, voice raised, and her eyes popped open. She gasped and pulled away from him, curling up with her knees against her chest in the corner of the couch.
“You’re okay. It was a nightmare.”
“What? What are you doing here?” she asked, and he didn’t like the feeling he had. Rejection hit him hard. He narrowed his eyes at her, instantly placing a barrier over his emotions.
“I heard you from outside. Saw you through the window. You left the damn door unlocked. What if someone walked in on you?” he reprimanded her.
“I must have forgotten when you guys left earlier.” She stared at him. “I’m sorry I yelled at you. I was confused and caught in a daze.” She ran her fingers through her hair and let her legs fall so she was sitting on the couch.
He stared at her. “Are you okay now?” he asked and she nodded, then looked away and shook her head no. He lowered immediately to his knees and pulled her into his arms. She hugged him tight and sniffled.
“I hate nightmares. I hate how real they seem.” He caressed her back. “I know, baby. They suck,” he said and she chuckled, then pulled back and wiped her eyes. He held her gaze. She stared at his beard, then reached up and stroked it.
“I bet you don’t get afraid of nightmares,” she whispered.
“You’d be surprised. Like you said, they seem so real sometimes,” he admitted.
She stroked his jaw and his beard, stared at his lips, and then pressed her lips to his, kissing him.
He pulled her into his arms and lay down on the rug. She was against his chest, kissing him as he moved his hands up her shirt, against her back, and down her pants, over her ass. He pulled on the string of her thong bikini. She pulled from his lips. Her rolled her to her side and encaged her with his forearms and thighs between her legs.
“I keep asking m
yself if this is real. Then I’m here with you, touching you, kissing you, and I want more. I want to absorb all of you.”
“I feel it, too. It’s scary as hell, especially feeling the exact same way about your brothers. How can it work?”
“It can if we’re all honest and don’t hold back.”
“This is new to me, Damon. You guys had a practice run. I have a lot of fears. I don’t want to be used, or be a replacement or a comparison to her.”
“Never, Berlin. I thought about it earlier. You’re all I seem to think about lately, and it hit me hard. What happened between all of us earlier today was far more powerful than months of a relationship with Mel. It’s crazy.”
She ran her palm up his shirt and then her fingers paused on his nipple rings.
“I like things rough sometimes. I need control in the bedroom, Berlin. I want you to know that because if it frightens you because of the assault, I’ll be gentle all the time.”
She shook her head.
“I want the real you. Not someone pretending to please me.” She reached up and stroked his beard. “I feel so much it’s wild.” She pressed her lips to his and he kissed her, then explored her mouth, used his hands to explore her breasts, then dipped his fingers down her sweatpants and into her pussy.
She moaned into his mouth and thrust her hips upward. He released her lips and they stared at one another.
“I want to see you come, then I want to taste you.”
“Yes. Oh, Damon, please,” she said to him and he stroked faster as he lifted up. He used his other hand to push up her top and her bra, then pinched her nipple as he pumped his fingers. She moaned and rocked her hips.
“Come for me.”
“Oh God, I’m trying. Should we be doing this? What about the others?” she asked and he shook his head.
“They’re coming. They’ll be here, too,” he said and pulled his fingers from her cunt. He dragged her pants and panties down and off of her. She spread her thighs and she reached for him.
“Grab onto the coffee table legs. Arms above your head,” he ordered, and she did, moaning with cream dripping from her cunt. He lowered down between her legs and swiped his tongue at her cunt. Up, down, back and forth, then into it, licking, feasting on her cum.
“Damon!” she screamed as she came.
He heard the door open and then her eyes flew to the door. She tried to close her legs and release her hold on the table legs.
“No. Grab the legs. Stay open for me. For us,” he demanded. Grady fell to his knees. He inhaled and then clenched his teeth. “You’re so fucking wet. Look at that pretty pink pussy just waiting for us.”
Damon stroked her pussy lips and she moaned. “Oh, please. Please do something,” she said and Damon looked at Grady.
“She’s delicious.”
“Better than that apple pie I smell?” Drover asked.
“Oh yeah. Much better, but I’m sure that’s going to be delicious,” Damon stated and he moved out of the way and Grady took his spot. Grady kissed her tenderly as he stroked her cunt with fingers, then lowered down and began to feast on her.
* * * *
She was panting and thrusting her hips. Drover walked over to the apple pies and cut a slice, put it on a plate, and brought it over to the coffee table. He heard Berlin moan and then come as his brother licked her clean.
“This smells incredible, baby. Did you make it for us?” Drover asked her. She nodded her head and looked dazed and aroused. His cock hardened.
He knelt on the rug and dipped his finger into the thick filling of apple pie. “Have you tasted it yet, sweetness?” he asked her and she shook her head. He smiled, brought it to her lips, and she licked his finger and sucked it into her mouth.
“Holy fuck,” Grady whispered.
She held Drover’s gaze as she sucked his finger hard. He licked his lips.
“I want to taste it and taste you,” he said and pulled his finger from her mouth then took Grady’s position between her legs. She let go of the legs of the table and shivered with anticipation. He could see it.
“No. Hold on until I say to let go,” Damon commanded. It drove Drover wild. It showed hope that things could be like they were years ago. A bond so strong. Feeding off one another’s desires and sharing a woman. Fucking her between them. Possessing her, owning her, claiming her. The intensity was like nothing he’d ever experienced before. Stronger, more powerful, and he hadn’t even made love to Berlin yet.
He used his thighs to spread her legs and then dipped his finger into the filling. He brought some over her nipples, dipped again and put some on top of her belly, then got a nice amount and put it over her pussy lips.
“Oh. My. God.” She exhaled.
“Fuck that is hot,” Damon said as him and Grady gathered around them.
“Feast my brothers,” he said and then lowered down between her legs and licked her belly first, then trailed down over her pussy, feasting on the filling and her cream while his brothers licked and sucked the filling off her nipples and breasts.
She cried out and came, hard.
* * * *
Berlin was gasping for air and felt so exhausted. They tended to her, kissing her, caressing her, washing her up, which made her shiver with oversensitivity. Especially as they washed her breasts and pussy. She couldn’t get over this. She blinked her eyes open and stared at them.
“You’re incredible. A delicacy, baby,” Drover said to her.
“That was wild,” she whispered.
“It felt right though, didn’t it?” Grady asked her.
She reached out and took his hand, entwined their fingers and smiled. “Yes, it did,” she said to him.
“How about you get washed up and dressed, and come to our place for dinner? You bring dessert, and we see how round two goes?” Drover said to her.
Her cheeks flushed.
“I know how round two will go. Hell, I’ll never get enough of apple pie and Berlin’s sweet cream,” Grady said and she covered her face with her hands and rolled to the side. He snagged her up into his arms and she straddled his waist. “Hey, don’t you be all shy now. This is only the beginning.” He pressed his lips to hers and she hugged him tight. When she pulled back Damon looked like his serious self again and Drover walked the empty plate over to the sink and washed it.
“I need to shower first,” she said to them.
“We’ll wait if you want,” Drover offered.
“We’ll help if you want,” Grady said and winked.
“I don’t think so, Grady. I’d say you tested my boundaries just now and I totally need to adjust to what we just did.” She stood up and Damon took her hand and pulled her close. He cupped her cheek.
“Adjust, don’t over analyze.”
“Yes, sir,” she said and went to turn when she felt the slap to her ass.
“Damon.”
“Save the ‘sir’ stuff for the bedroom.”
She gulped.
“Damon will wait here. We’ll meet you at the house,” Drover told her, and then he and Grady walked out of the house.
She stared at Damon.
That full beard, long dark hair in a ponytail, superb muscles, and large build made her feel both aroused and overwhelmed.
“Honey, I won’t join you unless you invite me into the shower.”
She exhaled. “I won’t be long.”
“Take your time,” he said, and she knew she was going to need a little extra time to clean up her body and make sure she was in perfect grooming condition in case she took a leap and made love with them tonight. Then she thought about Corporal, and guilt filled her heart. Suddenly she was confused all over again and wondered what was right, and worried if he was safe.
* * * *
Berlin’s laughter filled the kitchen and Drover paused from its effect on him. Her laugh was contagious, and funny, bringing a small flash of a grin to Damon’s face. They had eaten dinner together, had a few beers, and asked Berlin questions to find ou
t what types of things she liked to drink and eat, and she told them stories about college and bars in the city. It was when she mentioned her upbringing that Drover recalled a memory from his childhood. He was dazed for a moment when he felt the hand on his arm and Berlin looking concerned. “Are you okay?” she asked him.
Drover nodded. He looked at his beer and his brothers. “That area you grew up in, kind of reminded me of something from years ago,” he said to her.
“What?” she asked.
“My parents and us growing up in the woods and learning to hunt and live off the land.”
“Like boy scouts?”
Grady chuckled. “Honey, we made boy scouts look like pansies.” “I was thinking about that time when Mrs. Shay had the falling out with her husband and wound up trapped in the old well. You guys remember the commotion and how we wound up pulling together items, making a makeshift pulley, and helping her get out of there before any emergency services got there?” he stated.
“That was a scary night. I thought she was going to be buried alive with all of us watching,” Damon said to them.
“I know, but we put our brains together and saved her. That was a great idea using the wheel and the rope and chains. She was a big woman,” Grady added.
“She was, and Mr. Shay was an evil batterer.” When Drover said the words, Berlin pulled away and then seemed to not look at them, but at her lap.
“You okay?” Damon asked, picking up on her silence and changed demeanor.
“Now your story reminds me of a bad time, and something I’ve never forgotten. I mentioned to Damon about being poor and living in a trailer park. How my parents would go hungry to feed me, and I would pretend to be full so they would eat and have the energy to work.”
“Damn, that’s rough,” Grady said to her.
“It was all motivation to do better, to take care of them and be successful. I suppose I should have picked a more monetary, fulfilling profession than social work.”
“Underpaid angels, that’s what social workers are,” Grady added.
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