Customer Satisfaction

by Cheryl Dragon

  “I know. She was lonely. At least the group can’t get any bigger,” Fisher said.

  “I agree with that. We don’t need more. This is enough drama.” Byron saw the earnest smile on Fisher’s face. Maybe they did need the Stinger brothers? Fisher had good instincts but feared acting on them. It could be the right ending but a messed-up way to get there. Byron leaned in, wanting to kiss Fisher and reconnect. He longed to drag that guy into being a total man and cut those strings to Mommy, but Fisher had to do that himself.

  Byron’s phone rang, and it was Lizzie. “Is she here?” he asked.

  “Yep, cutest little girl ever. Six pounds even and twenty inches long. She’s a little small, so they’re keeping her for a few days. Zoe is exhausted.”

  “I’d imagine. Congrats to the parents and the new aunts,” he said.

  “Thanks. No name yet. I think there’s a debate going on.” Lizzie laughed. “I’ll call you later. Let the rest of the guys know?”

  “Sure thing.” He disconnected. “Little girl, no name yet, six pounds.”

  “That’s great. I wonder if Lizzie will have baby fever now.” Fisher asked.

  Byron’s jaw clenched. That sort of commitment and domestic pressure could set Fisher back as if he were an alcoholic passing a bar. Was Fisher looking for a reason to run? Group love was okay but kids were too far? “You need to grow a pair. If you don’t want to be in the group, get the hell out.”

  “What are you talking about? I was with Damon first.” Fisher stood up.

  “You were with me first, then you cheated. You don’t want kids. You don’t want to tell your mommy you like girls and guys. Now you’re in a group thing, but you won’t spend the night. Go back in the closet and stay there.” Byron got up and headed for the door. He was done being Fisher’s crutch.

  “No. You don’t get it. I didn’t want to hurt you or Lizzie, but I couldn’t handle the idea of settling down and kids. All that responsibility. When it was just the two of us it was easier.” Fisher shook his head. “It doesn’t seem so scary here.”

  “Yet you don’t want her to have baby fever?” Byron rolled his eyes. “It might be soon to talk about that stuff but the bigger the group, the more easy-going you have to be. The more open and honest and flexible…those aren’t your strengths.”

  “I miss you,” Fisher said.

  Byron wanted to say he missed Fisher. “I really thought when we were together I was helping you to grow up. The fact that you’d cheat on me and Lizzie, just goes to show you weren’t maturing at all. I let you use me to have an adult life without real responsibility.”

  “You know how hard it was on me to come out to my dad. My family.” Fisher’s body was a live wire of tension.

  “I know. I was there. It was ten years ago, and you’re still scared of them! We all have to show our parents our true selves at some point. We aren’t clones of them. We aren’t always exactly what they wanted us or expected us to be. Some parents take it better than others. Tough. That’s life. You want to move away and screw all the men and women you want? Go. Mommy will never know. But you’re not moving in with me as a cover for being in a group relationship.” Byron went inside and slammed the door.

  Luke and Damon walked out of the kitchen. “Is everything okay?” Luke asked.

  “Fisher is trying his best to avoid growing up and reality.” Byron hugged Luke and Damon moved in and embraced Byron from the back.

  “We heard some of it. You were strong. He needs to know we do love him and will be here,” Damon said.

  “If he doesn’t want to be with us, we’ll find out.” Luke kissed Byron’s forehead.

  “I don’t want him to hurt Lizzie.” It sounded so much better than admitting he still loved the immature bastard.

  “Lizzie is a big girl. She can handle whatever comes. Don’t forget she bounced back pretty fast and came here. That’s what I love about her. She finds the new opportunity and jumps on it. She still loves Fisher, the same as you do. Time will heal things. I, for one, believe we are all meant to be together. It just isn’t an easy transition.” Damon let Byron go. “We made some lunch.”

  “Sounds great. I got news on Zoe and the baby.” Byron followed them back into the kitchen. He was falling for the brothers and already loved Lizzie. This would work. Fisher or no Fisher, he found where he wanted to be and was going to make his home here.

  * * * *

  After dinner from the grill, Lizzie and the guys lounged on the couch. She’d never felt this right before in her life. All four of the men belonged with her. Luke’s level headed leadership made her feel as if things wouldn’t just spin out of control here. Damon was the heart, the non-judgmental one who empathized and tried to see everyone’s point of view. She wanted to be more like Damon at times. Byron was the boy-next-door who could charm her with a smile. He was as hurt as she was from Fisher’s behavior, but he understood the mistakes. Things were tense, but they were sticking around. Fisher could’ve left, but he was taking the blame. She had to admire that side of him. He also loved life and didn’t stress the way some people did. If he were just a little more serious and grown up, the tension might be good. They all made a real family.

  “So Zoe’s new baby made me think…” She watched Fisher and Byron glance at each other.

  “About what?” Damon asked.

  “About how much work a family as this takes. None of us will be perfect all the time. Just as if we ever wanted to have children, they’ll make mistakes, too. If we can’t forgive and move on, this won’t work. I’ll have bad days, too.” She shrugged. “We have to learn from our missteps and move on.”

  “You won’t cheat,” Byron said.

  “No, but there are other things that can hurt feelings. If we judge each other harshly and don’t listen, we’re doomed.” She stretched.

  “She’s right,” Byron said and looked at Fisher.

  “She is. It’s just hard to change everything at once when you’re afraid of losing it.” Fisher sighed.

  She smiled as the love made her feel certain. Fisher and Byron were still working on their issues. Not touching each other. She’d heard about the fight and the tension. Yet Fisher was still here. They had to work out their issues between them. She might be part of what happened, but everyone in the family had to relate to everyone else and find their peace. They had history, and she didn’t want healing the relationship to fall on her or Damon’s shoulders.

  Fisher sat alone in the chair while Byron sat between Damon and Luke. She was snuggled on Byron. She waved at Fisher to come and sit on Damon’s lap. He wouldn’t object to that.

  With a grin, Fisher moved over and sat on his new boyfriend’s lap. The men kissed while she freed Fisher’s cock from his fly. She licked it until it stiffened, then she grabbed Byron’s head and led him down.

  Byron didn’t resist and sucked Fisher’s cock. Forgiveness? Love? Sex? She didn’t care why, she only cared that they grew closer so her hopes wouldn’t be dashed. Fisher tried to move away, but Damon held him.

  “They still love you. They always have. Lizzie is right; we’re all meant to be together. You need to trust we’ll be here.” Damon kissed Fisher and held him tight.

  Luke pulled Lizzie away from the mix, and she didn’t object. He had her clothes off quickly and led her behind the couch. He pressed her breasts to the top of the sofa, where Damon and Fisher could pinch and nibble. Fucking or spanking? She waited eagerly for either—or both.

  His hand landed on her ass, and she moaned. “Please, more.”

  Without stopping, Luke gave her three more on each cheek and pulled her to stand straight. “I got a present for you. If you’re good.”

  “I get to watch you four?” she asked.

  “You’re watching three now,” Damon said.

  “No one is naked but me.” She pouted.

  Byron paused, and the trio stripped down for her. Luke returned with lube, protection, and a little black box. Damon put on a condom, lubed Fisher’s
ass and pulled him down hard. Byron sucked one cock and went lower to adore two sets of balls as Fisher rode the younger Stinger brother.

  Luke opened the box, and she saw the clamps. Her nipples tightened at the thought. “Thank you.”

  “Nothing too rough.” He attached one then the other.

  Her body tingled with excitement. All her focus centered on her nipples, but her pussy was slick and her body eager. “Please fuck me.”

  He shook his head. “Go suck on Byron.”

  Not willing to test Luke after she’d just gotten a great gift, she went. It was hardly a punishment to suck his thick cock. She knelt and worked Byron slowly.

  “She needs more,” Byron said.

  He grabbed a condom and slid it on Fisher. Then Byron picked Lizzie up and settled her onto Fisher’s erection. Damon’s strong hands helped her find balance. Then Byron rubbed lube on her ass. She looked at Luke for disapproval, but he smirked.

  “I want to see those clamps bounce,” Luke said.

  She wanted to feel it! Byron stood behind her and eased into her rougher than he ever had. “So good!” she gasped.

  “Ride them!” Luke said.

  “What about you?” She shook her head.

  Luke sat on the back of the couch and pulled her head down. She sucked his shaft and rode the others. It wasn’t the easiest position in the world, like kinky Twister, but she loved the feelings from every direction. This was better than her dreams—three hard cocks, clamps on her nipples, and an orgasm building deep in her body.

  She heard moaning and looked back. Byron and Fisher were kissing over her shoulder.

  “Like it?” Luke asked.

  “Love it!” She answered before sucking his balls.

  He flicked her clamps, and the spark of pain and pleasure traveled straight down her body to her cunt. The release hit her hard, but the men held her until she recovered. Smiling up at Luke, she bit her lip. Then she had to say it.

  “Harder.”

  He flicked the other clamp. It took three times for him to make her come again.

  “Shit!” Byron shouted.

  “I want it!” Fisher demanded. “Come here.”

  Byron dumped the used protection and jerked his cock in Fisher’s face. The cum spurted over everyone, and Damon moaned. Lizzie had yet to see Damon fully lose his control, but now he fucked Fisher harder.

  Panting and moaning filled the room. Fisher lapped up Byron’s cum from his lips as he drove into Lizzie and found release. Then Damon lifted into Fisher’s ass until he hit orgasm. Now free, she slid over and knelt on the sofa. Sucking Luke’s member, she took her time. He deserved a powerful climax. His hand fisted in her hair and pulled her down farther and harder. After a few minutes, he pulled her back and slid his erection between her breasts.

  She moved to fuck him that way, pressing the clamps together around his firm flesh. When he reached down and smacked her ass, he came. His hot cum on her body thrilled her, but what made it perfect was the knowledge that he liked the rough play as much as she did.

  More rounds of sex later, they were sprawled in bed. This had to work. She’d never be able to choose among the men now. No doubt, Lizzie wanted to settle down. She didn’t need to have a baby right away, but she wanted a family that stuck together. Maybe it was just seeing Zoe and the baby with their four men that made it seem possible.

  “The spring fest is this weekend. Stinger will have the usual booth?” Byron asked.

  Luke nodded. “Of course. We do a good business.”

  “Can I help?” Lizzie offered.

  “You don’t have to do that. We can manage.” Damon winked at her.

  “No, I want to. I love your honey, and the farm is so wonderful. I feel at home here. You guys need to enjoy the fest, too. I can take a turn at the booth, so you get a break.” Lizzie sat in Luke’s lap not willing to take no for an answer.

  “We’d have to pay you,” Luke said.

  “No, I won’t take money. I’m just helping out my boyfriends.” She folded her arms stubbornly.

  “Most of the customers are women. Might not hurt to have a lady there to chat with. We’re not as good at small talk,” Damon said.

  Luke rubbed her nipples, still slightly marked from the clamps. “I’ll find a way to repay you. But you have to do a good job. Sales isn’t easy.”

  “Keeping the customer happy is my job.” She kissed him and then gave each of her other men the same treatment. Throwing herself into the positive future she saw felt good. Helping with Stingers’ business at the Spring Fest was a good start. The more they worked together and integrated their lives, the stronger they’d be.

  Chapter Six

  Damon admired Lizzie as she schmoozed old ladies and young behind the booth at the Spring Festival. She managed to convince them to grab some honey for summer baking and to sweeten iced tea. In a light purple dress, she complimented the yellow theme of the booth.

  He dropped off a mini keg of iced tea with a straw in it for her. “Stay hydrated. It’s hot out here. Let us know when you need a break.”

  “I’m not doing manual labor, Damon.” She kissed his cheek. “Where’s Luke?”

  “Grabbing you some food.” Damon spotted Luke as he walked up behind Lizzie.

  “Sneaky.” She smacked Luke as he hugged her and set down a container of spicy shrimp and fries. “Thanks.”

  “Thank you for handling the booth. We’re not the best salesmen. Women like to chat with other women.”

  “I’m sure the women all flock to you to flirt. Zoe could coach you in sales or come up with a marketing plan. She’s on maternity leave now, but she’ll be bored in a week or two,” Lizzie said.

  “With a new baby, I doubt it.” Damon smiled.

  “Zoe is fussing a lot, but she wants to keep her mind sharp. She’s recovered. Nothing keeps Zoe down for long. Can you believe she made me push back the baby shower three months? The girl is doing just fine.” Lizzie shrugged and grabbed a fry.

  “She wants to enjoy it, and have everyone be settled in. It’ll be more fun when people can hold the baby and see her. What was the name again?” Luke asked.

  “Poppy. Not sure exactly where that came from, but it’s cute. They should be around today, but they won’t stay long.” Lizzie sipped her tea.

  Damon caught sight of Fisher and Byron walking up. That meant trouble or peace and by the tense look on Byron’s face, trouble it was. Damon and Luke both wanted Fisher and Byron to move in, along with Lizzie. It was too soon to ask, but that was the goal. Maybe if Fisher invested himself in the group, it’d be less stressful.

  “Hi guys!” Lizzie said as Fisher and Byron walked up.

  “Hi Lizzie, you look great.” Byron smiled at her.

  “Thanks. What’s wrong?” she asked.

  “Nothing.” Fisher shrugged.

  “Liar. Do you think our relationship just disappeared? I know you better than that.” Lizzie leaned on Luke. “This could work so well if we stopped playing games and putting up walls.”

  “I know. But we’re not the ones doing it.” Luke shared a look with Damon.

  “She’s right. I think we need to have a little meeting.” Damon clapped a hand on either of Byron and Fisher’s shoulders. “Let’s go.”

  “Hang on, I’ll get someone to cover the booth,” Lizzie said.

  “No, I think this needs to be a men’s only conversation.” Luke headed around and led the way for the others.

  Damon hung back and saw the flash of anger in her.

  “I’m part of this family, too!” she snapped.

  “You are. The most essential part. The part no one disagrees about.” Damn kissed her. “This is a talk about Fisher manning up and growing up. Having you there will only make him defensive. He’ll want to show off for you instead of learn.”

  Her pouting lips said she didn’t quite buy it.

  “Would you want me coming in and telling you how to handle Zoe’s new mom stuff or anything with your girlfriend
s?” he asked.

  “That’s different. They’re just friends. I’m not in love with them. Sleeping with all of them.” She blushed.

  “I know. But the gender dynamic is part of our core. We can try to evolve past the stereotypes and enlighten ourselves, but men will always be men. We compete with each other and show off for women without displaying any weakness. It’s part of our DNA. Just as women want to be found attractive. You want to be respected for your mind and talents, but that doesn’t mean you don’t want men to notice your physical beauty as well.” Damon kissed her nose and looked over his shoulder.

  “You better go. You’re the most sensitive one there. Luke and Byron are very level headed and logical.” She nodded.

  “Fisher is sensitive, but he hasn’t taken control of that yet. Don’t worry. Our little family isn’t a lost cause.” Damon waved and headed off for the men. On the way, he spotted Zoe and her guys with a baby stroller. The urge to have that for himself made Damon move faster.

  * * * *

  The four men who loved Lizzie had ice cold beers from one of the nearby booths that lined Main Street, Lucky Springs for every festival. The men sat around a picnic table. It’d been tensely quiet until Damon joined them. All or nothing, Byron had made his decision.

  “Lizzie knows things aren’t quite right yet. We need to get this shit figured out before we lose her or the good thing we’ve got.” Damon sat down and sipped the beer they’d saved for him.

  “I know.” Byron looked at Fisher. “We’ve been fighting about things. Partly because it’s stuff that happened before we were in this bigger group. I don’t know what the best answer is.”

  “The past is the past, if you guys can work things out, that’s great. We know this is moving fast, but we want Lizzie and you guys. If we can all agree and get along, there’s a good chance we can be happy. All our needs can be met. Moving in would be the next step but we’re not trying to rush anyone,” Luke said.

  “Moving into the farm?” Fisher shook his head.

  “I want to. I like the farm better than an apartment.” Byron sat back. “I’m into this. I just have a hard time letting Fisher go.”