One last family dinner before Foster and Miller had to return to the real world.
“Viddy!” I called from the kitchen.
When she didn’t answer, I walked out of the kitchen to the bedroom.
I found her laying in the bedroom staring blankly at the ceiling.
Her eyes were open wide, but the soft snore that came out of her mouth let me know she was asleep.
She’d done this a couple other times, explaining that she’d slept with her eyes open since she could remember. Although she said that sometimes she got lucky and they would close. If they didn’t, she woke up with itchy, dry eyes.
However normal it was, it was incredibly creepy to me.
Walking over to her, I removed her shoes, socks, and shorts. Which left her in only her school shirt, bra, and panties.
The panties were fucking hot.
They were teal and see through. And they made me want to rip them off of her and fuck the absolute shit out of her. Twice.
What I wanted to do, and what I needed to do, were two different things though. Sadly, I had Sebastian, Silas, Loki, and Dixie outside waiting for me to come out and try to figure out what was going on with Viddy’s stalker.
Reaching forward, I closed her eyelids with a finger, gave her a gentle kiss on the lips, and left the room.
Sebastian was kicked back in my recliner as if he owned it, and the rest of the men occupied the couch.
Good thing it was big, or it wouldn’t have held that much weight.
I took a seat at the dining room table, and faced the room.
“Something needs to happen to him. I vote making him disappear.” Dixie said without preamble.
Silas was nodding in agreement as well.
“I can’t kill him. He’s too well known in the community, and Viddy made me promise.”
“Fucker doesn’t have to die to get the point across.” Silas observed dryly.
A slow grin started to tilt the corner of my mouth up, and I agreed. “No, he sure doesn’t.”
“Let me run some background checks on him. You should call Jack and see what he can get on him as well. His sources normally work a hell of a lot faster than mine do. Maybe with the two of us working on this, we can find his weakness.” Silas expounded.
Jack was another member of Free.
He and his wife, Winter, were hell to a firewall. They did illegal things, for good reasons.
They could hack into any database and get any information they needed. Services we’d used time and time again. Services that were invaluable. They were practically geniuses in their field.
We fell silent as we heard the click-click of nails on the hardwood floor, followed by a rubbing sound, and watched, dumfounded, as Viddy walked into the room followed closely by the puppies.
I didn’t know what it was that set me off, but I could tell immediately that she was still asleep. Sleepwalking, as you would say.
Adeline had told me that Viddy used to sleepwalk, and to watch out for it. Hearing about it, and experiencing it were two different things.
Her eyes were unfocused, and she was using the wall as support.
Luckily, the shirt she had on was covering the vitals; otherwise, I would’ve had to gouge some eyes out with pitchforks.
Standing up, I walked over to the couch and grabbed the throw that was over the back of it, turning just in time to see Viddy drop down on the couch between Silas and Dixie.
She wiggled and squirmed for a good minute making herself comfortable, and then laid her head on Silas’ shoulder and fell back asleep.
With her eyes still open.
“That is creepy as fuck,” Sebastian said warily.
Moving to Viddy, I tossed the blanket over her lap and went back to my seat at the table with my brothers.
“I didn’t think Adeline was being serious when she teased Viddy about sleeping with her eyes open. I thought it was more of a ‘watch your back’ kind of thing.” Foster said dryly.
“At least she doesn’t talk in her sleep about random shit. Don’t think I didn’t hear you last night.” Miller sniped.
Foster threw his hands up in the air. “It’s not my fault!”
I pinned my baby brother with a hard look. “Not Viddy’s fault, either.”
He smirked. “It wasn’t in a vicious way. It was a more of a ‘hey, look at that!’ kind of way.”
I grunted, refusing to acknowledge him. “Better keep it that way, too. Don’t tease her about it either or I’ll have to shove that nice shiny new rifle you bought today up your ass.”
“You could always try...” Foster growled, moving his hands in a ‘bring it on’ gesture.
“Boys,” Silas rumbled. “Are we done here? It’s late, and I have some things to take care of.”
“Funny,” Dixie mumbled. “I like where I’m at right now.”
He would. Where Silas was holding up her head with his shoulder, Viddy’s ass was pressed up against Dixie’s thigh.
“Shouldn’t you be at the North Pole...Santa?” I snapped.
He laughed, causing his big gut to jiggle. “I know she’s your girl, Trance Dance. Doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy the view.”
The meeting continued as we ironed out some more details, as well as figuring out what the next step in our plan would be.
I finally closed the door behind Silas, Sebastian, and Dixie around midnight.
I checked the doors, and windows in the front of the house, knowing my brothers would do it in the back. I kenneled the puppies after letting them out, and then scooped Viddy off the couch.
She settled more comfortably against my chest, snuggling in until her head was underneath my chin, and she sighed deeply.
“You awake?” I asked as I entered my bedroom.
I walked straight to the bed and laid her down, waiting for her to answer.
“If I say yes, what’ll you do to me?” She replied sleepily.
“Nothing you wouldn’t want me to do.” I quipped.
“How’d I get in the middle of a meeting with only my panties on? I specifically remember leaving my jeans on after I gave you the silent treatment.” She whispered into the dark.
Sitting down on the edge of the bed, I unlaced my boots and tossed them into the corner of the room.
“You were giving me the silent treatment?” I asked in surprise as I stood to pull down my pants.
I kicked those into the corner, too, before crawling into bed beside Viddy and pulling her in close to my body.
“Yes,” she nodded against my chest. Her little hand started playing with the smattering of hair on my chest before it moved down to circle one nipple. “You deserved it.”
I snorted. “Of course I did. But why the silent treatment? Shouldn’t I know that you’re mad at me so it can be effective?”
“Women are crazy and they do insane things. In my mind, telling you I was giving you the silent treatment was more harmful than good.” She said just before her tongue found my other nipple in the darkness.
I stiffened in surprise at the sensation that act provoked in me.
“Jesus,” I hissed. “That’s like an electric spark straight to my dick.”
She laughed, causing her breath to puff out against the wet nipple. “Yes, it does that sometimes.”
I’d never had anybody suck on my nipples, to be honest. Sure, they’d been touched before, but never sucked.
My hand went into her hair, and I clutched at the loose strands with one fist, holding her to me as she licked, nipped, and blew on my nipple.
The other hand went down her back until I found the hem of her panties just above her perky ass, and dipped inside. Stopping at one globe of her ass, I squeezed roughly, eliciting a startled squeak out of her before letting my fingers trail down the crack of her ass.
My fingers encountered her perineum first, and I let my index finger massage the band of flesh for a few moments before dipping down lower. Using my pointer and ring finger, I spread the cheeks of her ass
enough to allow my middle finger to find it’s desired location.
Her wet pussy.
My large finger slid in with ease, making her body arch against my own.
I could feel her pebbled nipples, and I bent my head and captured one through the thin material of her shirt.
Viddy’s hips rocked back and forth, using my finger inside her to get herself off.
Her hands went down to capture the hem of her shirt, and she ripped it up and off, dislodging my mouth from her nipple in one fluent move.
I didn’t let that stop me though, leaning forward and capturing her freed nipple, biting it lightly with my teeth and flicking my tongue over the hard peak.
My dick was raging. Her hot pussy was making slick, wet sounds with each thrust of my finger, and I couldn’t take it any longer.
“Condom in the bedside table. Get it now.” I rasped urgently against her nipple before sucking it in deep.
She moved, and her nipple popped free of my mouth as she rolled over and reached for the nightstand drawer.
I used the time she was fumbling around to divest myself and her of panties right about the time she threw a condom in my general direction.
It hit me in the chest and fell to the bed, and I ripped it open hurriedly, sliding the latex down over my cock with quick, jerky movements.
She was at a weird angle as she rested half on her belly and half on her side. One of her legs was in between my own, so I lifted her outside leg and wrapped it around my back as I lined my cock up to her entrance and let it slowly ease inside her slippery heat.
“Oh, fuck,” I growled. “You feel so fucking good. You’re so tight.” Thrust. “And wet.” Retreat. “You suck me in like a goddamn vacuum.” Thrust.
The wet sounds of my dick tunneling inside of her were turning me on so much that I was already impossibly close to blowing my load with a few dozen thrusts of my hips.
One hand found her ass while the other held her leg up as I started to pound into her.
Rough deep thrusts that had her crying out in tandem with the grunts coming out of my own mouth.
Sweat was spreading over my skin in a light sheen, making my body slide even more provocatively against hers.
I could feel the familiar tingle at the base of my dick indicating my pending release, and I knew if she didn’t come, and quick, that I’d be going without her. She felt too goddamn good for me not to. I couldn’t even imagine what it would be like to have her bare.
“Make yourself come. I’m so fucking close.” I gasped.
Instead of her hand finding her clit like I’d thought she’d do, her hand went down past her clit until she could cup my balls, but also feel where my cock tunneled in and out of her wet heat. She held her hand there, massaging my balls, touching the base of my dick, and I was gone.
I thrust into her roughly without any recourse. Pounded away at her while she held my balls firmly in the palm of her hand.
I exploded.
Stars burst, stealing my vision from me until I was an unthinking beast that could only focus on my own pleasure, not hers.
Distantly I was aware of her crying out, but for the life of me, I could do nothing but pound away inside her, working every last drop of come from my balls.
By the time I was through, I found myself laying on top of her, pinning her to the bed with my body, panting as if I’d just ran a marathon.
“I think you broke me.” I groaned, disengaging from her sweet pussy and rolling over to my back.
She giggled. Fucking giggled.
One of my eyes popped open and I glared at her. “You think that’s funny?”
She nodded her head. “Yes,” she said flipping fully onto her stomach. “I was thinking the very same thing.”
Long moments passed as we laid there, catching our breath together, before I found the energy to stand and dispose of the condom.
When I got back, I found her underneath the covers with her back to the room.
Sliding in beside her, I gathered her to me. Then cursed.
“Fuck,” I groaned staring at the lamp. “I forgot the light.”
A soft snore answered my announcement making me smile.
The light could stay on. I was comfortable.
Chapter 15
I like your dick. It deserves a trophy.
-Viddy to Trance
Viddy
I woke up to a rock hard cock thrusting its way inside of me.
Reflexively, I arched, urging Trance even deeper, and he rolled, pulling me on top of him.
“You awake yet?” He rasped against my neck before sucking the lobe of my ear into his mouth and nipping it.
I had to check the urge to nod my head, and instead moaned, “Yes! Very much so.”
My chest was plastered against his, and I let my hands roam up and down his sides as I undulated my hips.
He urged me with his hands on my ass, moving me at the pace he wanted me to go.
“If you wanted to be in charge, why am I on top?” I gasped.
He grinned, releasing those dimples on me when I had no way to fight their effects, and I fell. Head over heels in love with him.
I admit it. He was the one. The one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.
“Because when you’re on the bottom, I wouldn’t be able to do this.” He showed me.
His abs constricted as he lifted himself up into a sitting position, and he shoved me up and down furiously on his cock. When my head flew back in rapture, he made his move, sucking my nipple into his mouth
My hands latched onto his curly hair and I guided his head to the other nipple.
“This is a good reason to be on top,” I gasped. “I’m totally dominating you.”
He shook with laugher. “Is that right?”
Then he showed me just how not dominated he was, topping from the bottom.
All I could do was hold on for the ride as he lifted my hips off his length, and then slammed me back down again.
My eyes closed and I listened to the sound of our thighs slapping together, and the heaviness of our breathing.
In fact, I got so into it that I hadn’t realized how close I was until I was already falling over the edge into a powerful orgasm that stole my breath.
My back bowed, and I felt Trance’s morning stubble running over the exposed length of my ribcage, causing me to shiver.
The scream that left my mouth sounded tortured. But in the most truly exquisite way.
Trance’s own groan of completion followed my own, and we collapsed together on the bed in a heap of limbs.
Somehow my arm ended up stuck underneath his back, and my hair was tangled up in his fist that was trapped underneath my chest.
I was effectively pinned, and loving it.
Closing my eyes, I let the words flow from my mouth. The ones that I’ve been wanting to say for a very long time.
“I like your dick.”
***
The brothers of which were still sleeping. Or had been, but I’d woken them up. On purpose. Oops.
If I had to be up, so did they.
Trance had given me an exasperated look as I made sure to slam every single cabinet door on my pseudo search for a coffee cup. Foster had come in the room, handed me a cup out of the cabinet I’d already opened and then slammed with his blanket-creased skin and bed head, glared at me, and went back to bed.
Did I mention he was shirtless and in only his boxers?
The man could rival Trance in the looks department that was for sure.
But Miller, my, my, my.
When I’d let the dogs in after their morning training session, I opened and threw the puppies ball on Miller’s bed, which they of course followed dutifully.
Miller had been sleeping on his stomach with his face half covered by the pillow.
His leg was hanging off the bed, as was his arm until the puppies made a show of licking Miller’s exposed back and neck.
“I’m going to kill you.” Miller
mumbled from underneath his pillow.
I giggled. “You could always try.”
“I know 432 ways to kill a person. I’m pretty sure 433 would work on you.” He growled just as he launched himself from the bed at me.
I squealed like a stuck pig and started running out of the room. I, of course, went to hide behind Trance who was taking a sip of his coffee.
The man was always grumpy before he had his coffee. Which explains why he did what he did next.
He set his cup down carefully as to not spill it, and then he moved to the side so my body was left exposed to the man whose hair was flat on one side and sticking up on the other.
Miller grinned manically before he was on me, lifting me up over his shoulder, and running towards the backyard. Jesus Christ the man was quick, I hadn’t even seen him move. And his shoulder was like a wall of steel in my stomach. My little piddly hits were nothing against the muscled expanse of his back.
Then I was flying through the air and I went under.
Did I mention Trance had a pool?
Luckily, the throw was a long one, enabling me to catch a full breath of air before I hit the water.
I sank like a stone in my jeans, sweatshirt, and shoes.
Only one thought entered my brain in those instants where I was hovering in midair...two could play that game.
Which was why instead of going up to the surface, I held my breath and stayed submerged under water.
I was up to the count of sixty three when I heard two distinct splashes around me, and I opened my eyes to find two men swimming towards me. One fully clothed, and one in his underwear.
They were tearing up the water as if it was ground, and were on me in an instant.
Both men grabbed an arm and dragged me to the surface.
I felt like I was on a jet boat with how fast I got up to the top, and I gasped a full breath of air, giving life back to my oxygen starved lungs.
And then I laughed.
“This is like a Baywatch episode.” I giggled. “Do you think we can do that again, but let me film it this time?”
Both of them stared at me incredulity. “You can swim?”
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