Content and totally satisfied, she licked her lips and leaned back into him. A warm cloth wiped her face to remove Rod’s cum, followed by a towel.
“I’m going to take off your blindfold so I can introduce you to my brothers.”
The blindfold was slipped off her head. “Open your eyes, Abigail.”
She opened them and blinked.
“This is my brother Seth,” he said, directing her eyes to the man on her right. “And this is my brother Jamie.”
Her eyes flew to the face of the man on her left. She gasped. Familiar brown eyes looked back into hers with recognition. It couldn’t be? She froze as shock laced with confusion traveled through her brain, making her numb.
Those familiar eyes were wide, mirroring her shock. “Abigail!”
“You know each other?” Rod asked, startled as he looked from his brother to her and back again.
Ignoring Rod’s question, Jamie said between gritted teeth. “What the fuck!”
Abby was paralyzed. She couldn’t move or speak. Her Jamie, the man she had fantasized over since the formal, was Rod’s brother. She felt slightly dizzy. This couldn’t really be happening. And yet he was here in this room, and he she had just given herself to him again.
“Jamie,” Rod said sharply. “You know Abigail?”
Jamie pushed himself up from the bed and stood looking down at her. His naturally tan complexion was ashen. Abby stared at him, still not able to speak. She had just had the most intense orgasm of her life and now the biggest shock. Was this a dream come true or a nightmare? By the look on Jamie’s face, she thought the latter was true, at least for him.
Rod just glared at his brother as Seth sat down on the side of the bed, looking at all three of them with amusement. Did he think this was funny? Was he a sadist? Well, she thought to herself, that was certainly a loaded question. She felt hysterical laughter bubbling up inside her.
“Jamie. You obviously know this girl. By your reaction, I’m thinking you never thought you’d see her again. So what’s the deal here?” Seth asked calmly. “Tell us before the poor girl has a stroke. She looks almost as sick as you do.”
Before Jamie could answer his brother, Abby let out a cry as she jerked her body away from Rod and threw herself across the bed where she all but fell off in her attempt to get away from them. It didn’t take a mind reader to see by the grim line of Jamie’s mouth that he was not only shocked but angry. Somehow she stood upright and balanced herself enough to run into the connecting bathroom where she locked the door behind her.
She collapsed naked on the floor, rocking herself as she brought her arms around her. Jamie, who had been so kind to her, was now looking at her like he hated her. Seth had been right. He had never wanted to see her again and yet she had just had sex with him and his two brothers. But he hadn’t known it was her. If he had, she knew it would have never happened. He didn’t want her now and he hadn’t wanted her then. He had just taken pity on the poor little fat girl that no one else wanted.
She heard a knock on the door. “Abigail.” It was Rod.
She didn’t answer.
“Abigail.” His tone became more insistent. “Answer me.”
“I need my clothes,” she choked out.
“No. You need to get out here and talk to us. Now. We need to sort this out.”
She looked around the huge bathroom. There wasn’t even a window if she had wanted to jump out of it and the fact that they were on one of the top floors of the hotel and she was naked wouldn’t have made that an option. He was right. She had to face Jamie and his angry brown eyes. She had no choice.
She picked herself up off the floor and squared her shoulders. Jamie might act like he didn’t want her, but she had felt his desire. What had just happened was consensual between all of them. If anyone should be mad, it was her. He was the one that left and never called her again after he had shown her what sexual gratification was that night at the lake. She hadn’t come looking for him. It was his brother that had talked her into this. She grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her like a shield. Taking a deep breath, she opened the door and marched with her head held high and her eyes glaring at the three men that were waiting for her.
For the first time, she really looked at Jamie. He had matured and filled out. He was wearing pants now that hung at a sexy angle from his slim waist. His chest was broad and muscled. His dark hair was shorter but his eyes were just like Rod’s, except Rod’s were compassionate. Why, she thought, the anguish of her situation engulfing her, did they have to be brothers?
Rod stepped forward, holding out a robe for her, his eyes searching hers. “Abigail. Please. Come sit down with us in the living area. Jamie’s told us that he met you once before on a blind date. You are both in shock to see each again…and”—he cleared his throat—“under these circumstances.”
“I’m not sure shocked even comes close,” Abby said, her eyes drawn to Jamie’s. His eyes had gone from angry to a look that made her stomach tighten as she deliberately let the towel drop to slip into the robe Rod had given her.
Rod tied the sash to the robe and then drew her close to him, whispering in her ear, “Don’t run away. We’ll work this out. I’m not prepared to let you go, Abigail.”
Seth walked ahead of them into the other room and made a beeline for the liquor cabinet. He had the same dark hair as his brothers, except it reached his collar. He glanced back at her. His eyes were not as dark a brown as his brothers. What was startling about him was that if a man could be called pretty, he was that and more. While Rod and Jamie were sexy handsome, Seth was sexy beautiful. She had a difficult time dragging her eyes away from his, even though they were still looking at her with amusement. She felt his arrogance penetrate the air between them. Her discomfort didn’t appear to faze him a bit.
Rod grabbed her hand and led her to one of the sofas where he sat down, bringing her to sit next to him. His hand remained entwined with hers. Jamie followed Seth to the liquor cabinet. His back was rigid as he poured himself a drink.
Seth handed both her and Rod a glass of red wine before sitting down across from them with his own glass. Jamie walked back slowly with a glass of amber liquid that he downed in one gulp. He stood holding his empty glass, looking at her, his eyes now unreadable.
She couldn’t believe this was happening. She knew Rod had looked familiar, but it never occurred to her that he could be related to Jamie. She had no reason to even think such a thing. Seeing Jamie again, like this, it was surreal. She had never thought she’d ever see him again and certainly not tonight.
“I thought blindfolding Abby would be an erotic way to expose her to being with three dominant men. And up until I took the blindfold off,” Rod sighed, “I thought it went very well. Actually, it went exceptionally well.”
Jamie shook his head. “Until Rod took off your blindfold I had no idea it was you. You look very different since the last time I saw you.”
Abby blinked away the tears that threatened to spill down her cheeks. She would not cry. He had been her fantasy and he had fueled her desire to change her life. He was the one person she had thought had been attracted to her when she had felt so unattractive. Had being with her again really been that distasteful for him? If so, then the night of the formal had been nothing but a lie. And the man she had thought was special had been nothing more than a figment of the imagination of a desperate and inexperienced girl who had wanted to believe she was special too.
“It’s been four years,” Abby said, trying to keep her voice from cracking. “You probably don’t remember much about that night.”
She watched as his took a step closer to her, eyes turning from dark brown to almost black. “I remember everything about that night, Abigail. Every last detail.”
Chapter Ten
Abby felt bile rise into her throat as she sat looking up into Jamie’s heated gaze. Did he really remember every detail of that night? Had it been burned into his memory as it had hers, but for tot
ally different reasons? Tonight had started out as something she had wanted badly and now she just wanted it to end. She started to get up but Rod held her hand firmly.
“Well,” Seth said, looking between the two of them. “Please enlighten us. I’d love to know the details so we can put this behind us and get Abby back into the bedroom. Rod said she was a good fuck and he wasn’t wrong.”
Abby stiffened from Seth’s callous remark. To him she was nothing but a warm body to use. She looked at Rod, who was looking daggers at his brother.
“Seth,” Rod warned. “That was uncalled for. Abigail doesn’t deserve that.”
“Sorry, Abigail,” Seth said stiffly. “It’s just that this is dragging out and I for one would really like to know what four years ago has to do with now, and if it does, well, let’s hear it so we can figure out if we should all just call it a night.”
Jamie turned abruptly and went back to the liquor cabinet to refill his glass. He didn’t appear eager to talk. Rod squeezed her hand. “Why don’t you tell Seth and I about how you and Jamie met.”
She nodded. She could do this.
“He took me to a formal dance. It was a blind date. We doubled with my girlfriend, Jessica, and her boyfriend. Jamie and Marty were interning together. I wasn’t the kind of girl your brother was used to going out with.”
“She means she wasn’t your typical blonde, blue-eyed bombshell that she thought I was attracted to,” Jamie said from across the room.
“I was fat and no one else wanted to take me, so Jessica convinced Marty to find me a charity date.”
“Okay,” Seth said with a sigh. “We get it. You used to be heavier and nobody wanted to date you. Jamie took you to a dance. So that’s it?”
“I doubt that’s the whole story. Jamie?” Rod asked.
Jamie walked toward them slowly and sat down in one of the chairs with his drink in his hand. “I didn’t fuck her if that’s what you’re thinking. I knew she was a virgin, or at least that was what she led me to believe. So, she gave me a blow job and I went down on her. And I have to say, she was extremely good at it. Seeing her now, I seriously doubt that I was her first experience.”
“But you were,” Abby said, his words hurting more than she thought possible.
“Well, if that’s true, you’ve come a long way baby, as they say,” Jamie said insincerely.
“Is that what this is all about?” Abby asked, the fog lifting. “You think I played you?”
“Didn’t you?”
“No! You were in control that night, not me.”
“People lie about their experience all the time. Let’s face it,” Rod said, his voice low, “you told me you had never given a man head before, but obviously you gave Jamie head four years ago. And again, it’s okay. None of us have the right to judge you. Do we?” he asked, looking pointedly at Jamie.
“You bastards.” Abby stood up, pulling her hand away from Rod’s. “You’re damn right you have no right to judge me! You seduced me last night, Rod, and all the time you knew you were setting me up to be fucked by you and your brothers. And that night with Jamie was a lifetime ago. And yet, because I’m a woman, I need to explain myself to you?”
“Abigail, please calm down.” Rod stood and tried to put his arm around her.
She shrugged him off. “No. I’m not going to calm down. And stop calling me Abigail. My name’s Abby. And I’ll tell you one thing right now, I’m not ashamed of what happened between us tonight, or what happened between Jamie and me four years ago. I’m not going to apologize for it. I don’t sleep around, contrary to what you might think, and I don’t need to stay here and listen to your insults.”
She took a breath and a sip of her wine before she continued. Her hands were shaking. Jamie and Seth were staring at her. At least Seth no longer looked amused. Rod stood behind her, not moving.
She should get dressed and just walk out the door and forget this ever happened, but for some reason, that thought scared her more than standing her ground
“Even though you don’t deserve it, I’m going to tell you a little bit about me. I’m not sure why, since after tonight I doubt that I’ll ever see any of you again.”
“Abiga—Abby, please,” Rod said softly. “We’ve not only insulted you, we’ve hurt you. You don’t have to tell us anything. We’ve acted very badly.”
“Badly is an understatement, but maybe this is more for me than you,” she said without looking at them.
“Jamie made me feel desirable and wanted, something I wasn’t used to feeling. That night meant a lot to me and because of it I found the strength to make changes in my life. Changes that in some ways have brought me here to this night.”
“What do you mean, brought you here?” Jamie asked.
“You made me want the kind of intimacy that we shared. I’ve never found it until now. I wanted to feel the butterflies again and until I met Rod, I never had that with anyone. So, I went against what I normally would do when I meet a strange man who comes on to me, which is to run the other way. Instead I gave myself to Rod completely and then to all of you. This was a first for me, even if you don’t believe me.”
“Abigail,” Jamie said, standing up from his chair, taking a step toward here. “You changed me too. I couldn’t keep my hands off you. I hated myself for taking advantage of you and I promised myself I would never lose control like that again. And I haven’t, at least not until tonight. I was totally caught off guard when Rob took off your blindfold and I realized who you were. Seeing you took me back to another time and to the girl that made me feel something that had absolutely nothing to do with charity. I’ve acted like an asshole”
“Well put,” Rod said, his eyes darting between her and his brother.
“I thought you might call, but you never did.”
“I won’t tell you that I didn’t think about it, but, there was an emergency at home and I had to leave school for a semester. Things got crazy for a while and the more time that passed…” He shrugged his shoulders.
“Dad died,” Seth said, his voice flat, his eyes reflecting his pain.
“What?” Abby looked to Seth and then Jamie.
“My father had a stroke. He never recovered. He died. That’s why I left school.”
“I’m sorry,” Abby said, feeling the pain reflected in all their eyes. “I’m truly sorry. I didn’t know.”
“How could you?” Jamie asked softly. “I’m sorry I hurt you. I liked you a lot, Abigail. I’ve thought about you and that night many times over the years. But I convinced myself it was for the best. And with my predilection for this lifestyle, I figured you were better off with some nice young man who could make you happy. I never thought you would agree to something like this.”
“Well, brother, it appears you were wrong,” Seth said. “And if I might state the obvious…the past is in the past. It’s the here and now that matters.”
“I couldn’t agree more,” Rod said, his arm sneaking around Abby’s shoulders. “It’s what’s happening now that matters.”
“I’m sorry, Abigail. Sorry for not calling. Sorry for being an ass, but you can’t blame me for being shocked.” He gave her a tentative smile.
“It was a shock for me too. After so much time had passed, I never expected to see you again. I created this fantasy about you that I used to help me feel better about myself. You made me feel”—she hesitated—“beautiful.”
“Oh, Abigail,” Jamie breathed, his eyes looking into hers. “You were beautiful then and you’re even more beautiful now. Only now you know the kind of man I really am, what I need. That makes you even more desirable.”
Abby lowered her eyes. Did he really mean it? She so wanted it to be true.
“Do you still want to leave, Abigail?” Rod asked.
She had just had the most incredible and satisfying sexual experience of her entire life and Jamie had just told her he thought she was not only beautiful but desirable. She would have never believed it possible that she would have
been with three men at the same time and one of them would be Jamie. She wasn’t one for hocus pocus, but she did believe in destiny. Something like this couldn’t have just happened without a reason. She was sure of it. She felt it clear down to her toes.
She didn’t want to leave. She wanted to stay. She needed to follow this through. To find out if this weekend was like the night of the formal, that it was meant to happen to her.
“I want to stay if you want me to,” she said softly, raising her eyes to Rod’s.
He groaned as his arm tightened around her. “Dear God, Abigail, do you have any idea how much I wanted to hear you say that?”
“Then you’re going to stay,” Seth said, relief in his voice.
“She has to stay,” Jamie said, his voice husky.
Rod tugged at the sash of her robe and opened it, exposing her body to them. He pulled the material down over her shoulders. It fell in a heap at her feet. Abby’s first instinct was to cover her hardening nipples and her pussy that she knew was already wet for them. Regardless of how they made her feel, she was still unsure of herself, maybe now more than ever. She brought her hands up, but Rod captured them, not allowing her to hide from them.
Jamie stood up and held out his hand to her. “You’re beautiful and sexy and for tonight you’re all ours. Let us show you more of our world. Come back to bed with us.”
Rod released her hands. She took Jamie’s and allowed him to lead her back to the big bed where they had made her theirs. She was trembling. Rod and Seth watched as she lay down on the sheets. Rod nodded. Jamie’s body immediately covered hers. He lifted his weight onto his elbows and gazed down at her.
“I want to kiss you, Abigail, and this time, I want you to know it’s me.”
His lips came down on hers in what started out as a simple but tender kiss that quickly became deeper and more demanding. She matched his ardor as her body became more and more enflamed. She was powerless to stop the feelings that were sweeping through her like a wild fire. She wanted his kiss and so much more.
Jamie’s jeans disappeared as if by magic. She watched as he sheathed his hard cock in the condom that Rod handed to him. He looked deeply into her eyes, willing her to give herself to him. His hard, naked cock pressed into her, demanding she open her legs for him. She did so gladly. With one thrust he was embedded deep in her pussy. She cried out his name as he withdrew and began a slow and steady assault. His lips took each of her nipples between his teeth before his tongue teased and sucked them until she thought she would die from the pure pleasure he was giving her. She ran her hands through his hair as she offered herself to him in the only way she knew how.
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