“So you work for a big company out there?” Asher asked her.
“I used to work for one of the top designer software companies, but then I branched out on my own after I invented a new program that totally changed the technology and programs used.”
“Holy cow, you invented a computer software program?” Flynn asked her and she smiled.
“I did. It’s top notch, but designing entails more than being able to invent and use a program. You have to have a knack for designing, and hands-on technique in creating the right atmosphere the client is looking for.”
“That sounds so interesting. You must be really talented. Where do you work now?” Cora asked her.
“I run my own private company. I pick and choose my clients, that way my schedule is more flexible.”
“That is very impressive, India. Do you have a large client list?” Blade asked her.
Fenton listened as she explained about what she did for a living and he saw the excitement in her eyes as she informed them. She spoke about some of the high-end companies she designed for and about very wealthy business men and women, designing the interior of their homes.
“I recently finished up a ten-thousand-square-foot mansion for a guy, James, who owns multiple oil companies. Very interesting client with extraordinary tastes,” she added. The name clicked. He looked at Ford, then Fisher, who’d also seen the text messages. That guy James was the one who’d texted her about being her bedside aid and caring for her. He felt his anger grow as the food arrived.
Fenton had the sickening jealous feeling in his gut again. This woman drove him mad. She made him want things and feel things he thought he was resistant to.
“Is it hard to work on such large homes like that? I mean I couldn’t even imagine how a designer would go about attacking such a large job,” Beau asked India.
“Well, you kind of take it room by room, but initially there’s a whole feel and style the client is looking for. James was very into unique designs. Sometimes it was easy to please him and other times I needed to think out of the box and spice things up a bit.”
Fenton read into everything she said when it came to this James character. He could just imagine the wealthy fuck standing so close to India as she held up swatches of different types of materials or colors and he sniffed her hair, rubbed his body against her ass. It made Fenton see red.
Thank the lord everyone stopped asking India questions and enjoyed the meal. He, for one, nearly lost his appetite.
He watched her as she dabbed the napkin at the corner of her mouth and sipped the white wine. He wanted her so badly his cock throbbed.
* * * *
Fisher was glad the dinner finally ended as Cora made plans to pick India up tomorrow at eleven. They all said goodnight and Fisher took India’s hand as the six of them headed down the street toward their truck.
“India, there’s something we need to tell you,” Ford said as they continued walking. Fisher gripped her hand a little snugger and she lifted her chin up toward him. He gave her a wink and looked ahead, avoiding her stare.
“Silas called today. He said that it’s safe for you to go back to Chicago.”
“What? When did this happen?” she asked them.
“Earlier. We didn’t want to ruin the dinner tonight. You have a few days before they’ll come to get you. We said that you could stay with us. That we wanted you to,” Ford added.
“They’re certain it’s safe? Aspen is okay?”
“Your friend is fine. The problem has been taken care of. If you want, we could arrange everything for your return flight back,” Ford told her.
Fisher released her hand as they all stopped in front of the truck. She looked shell-shocked, but also a bit angry.
“Well, I guess we only have a few days left. Then it’s back to reality.”
She stood by the door and Ford hit the unlock button as Fisher opened the door. They all climbed inside and Fisher pulled India close to him.
He didn’t want her to leave. He was trying so hard not to demand that she stay here with them and that she belonged here, but she seemed okay with leaving. She really didn’t fit in a town like Pearl. She was a city girl, a woman who was sought after by many clients looking for the best designers.
So why did he feel like half of his heart had just been ripped out of his chest?
* * * *
India wanted to scream at them and demand they make her stay as they told her they loved her. But they didn’t. They acted like they accepted it as time for her to leave and they didn’t give a shit. It made her angry and sad. As she remained in the truck as they drove back to their estate, the atmosphere changed.
It was so quiet, and no one spoke a word. She thought about the time they spent together. She thought about listening to music, making love, sleeping in their arms at night, and they didn’t fight or argue over who got to hold her each night or cuddle with her. She didn’t know how they did it but they must have come up with a schedule, a set of rules she knew nothing about. Whatever it was, it worked and there wasn’t any jealousy or arguing.
She would miss being with them, talking with them and understanding how strong-willed and powerful they truly were. She’d never met such complicated, yet totally in control type of men. She would miss the dogs, too. She had truly grown to love them, just as she had grown to love Fisher, Fenton, Ford, Flynn, and Grey. The knowledge that she knew she loved them hit her hard. She nearly choked up. But none of them were saying a word. No one begged her to stay.
They didn’t want her. She had to leave. The fear of going back to Chicago and never seeing them again forced her to make a move. To take the last few days and love them with all her heart and soul because if she was never going to see them again, she wanted them to remember her and what they once had. She was ruined for other men. She knew that. It was a risk she took by making love to five men. She didn’t regret it but knew destiny would leave her lonely and alone.
She turned toward Fisher. His expression was hidden in the shadow of the night. Not even the moonlight could illuminate the dark tinted windows of the truck.
She eased her palm along his thigh and began to stroke the material. Before she could move closer to his crotch, Fisher lifted her up and onto his lap. They locked gazes. He looked exactly as she felt. There was hunger, darkness, and desire in his eyes. He eased his palm up under her hair and neck and drew her in for a deep kiss. He used his other hand to stroke up her thigh, under the dress, and she lifted up, allowing him full access to her body. In no time at all that kiss grew wild, and Fisher cupped her pussy over the panties she wore. She moaned into his mouth and then gasped as he ripped the material covering her cunt.
“Fisher.”
“Shh. No words. No talking,” he said in such a wild, commanding tone.
His hands lifted her skirt upward and he pulled her blouse open, tearing the material, causing her breasts to bounce and her pussy to leak.
“I love your fucking body, India. This body belongs to me. Always,” he told her then cupped her breasts. She hugged him, overwhelmed with emotion. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and suckled his neck. She felt his fingers pulling apart her skirt, tearing it from her body and she didn’t care. She loved him. She wanted him now right now so she would never forget how it felt to have Fisher inside of her.
His fingers found her cunt and stroked upward. She moaned and rocked her hips, rode his fingers. The cool air collided against her breasts as she pulled back. Someone unclipped her bra and when it fell down her arms she heard the intake of breath and then another set of hands cupping them. To the right was Flynn. He pulled on her nipples and leaned over to kiss her on the mouth. She reached out and cupped his hair, pulling him closer as she deepened the kiss.
Under her Fisher undid his pants and pushed them down. He held his cock in his hand and lowered her onto his shaft, filling her with the thick, hard muscles.
Flynn caressed a hand over her ass to her anus and began to a
rouse her there, readying her for his cock next.
The truck stopped and doors opened, lights illuminated the cabin, and Fisher thrust upward into her.
Their lips collided again and again in between his wild, hard, upward thrusts. It was erotic, deep, and she wanted to cry in protest that they were good together and that she needed him, but she reminded herself that they didn’t feel the same.
In a flash he lifted her up, maneuvered her to her back across the seat, spread her thighs wider and thrust into her deeply. Her hair hung over the edge of the seat and out the door. One glance back and there the rest of them stood. They were watching, their eyes dark with hunger and desire. She would get the chance to make love to them again tonight, and maybe tomorrow before it was time to leave them.
She gulped hard and relished in the feel of Fisher’s deep, hard strokes.
“You’re mine. You’ll always be mine,” he told her and shoved in hard and came.
He hugged her, squeezing her breasts to his chest, his warm breath colliding against her hair and neck, and she absorbed it all.
* * * *
Ford lifted her from Fisher’s arms and hurried to the house so she wouldn’t get too cold. She was completely naked and felt so good in his arms. He couldn’t wait to make love to her. The thought of her leaving them was insane. He went over it in his head. They could tell her they loved her and that they wanted her to stay, but what would she do? Would she regret leaving her life in Chicago and the lifestyle she had there? What about men like the James character? A guy with a lot of money and more to offer such a gorgeous woman like India.
He whisked her up the stairs and she hugged him tight, kissing his neck, suckling against a sensitive part, making him nearly lose his balance. His muscles flexed, his cock hardened, and all he could think about was all of them surrounding her, making love to her, claiming a part of her forever.
He set her down on the bed and began undressing. The others filtered in.
“Ford?” she whispered as she watched him. He shook his head.
“No words. Just feel, baby. Let go and let us have all of you.”
“And what about you? Will you do the same?” she asked.
He tossed his pants to the side and climbed up between her spread thighs. He held his hand against her cheek as he loomed over her.
“Baby, you already have all of me.”
He leaned down and kissed her as he stroked his cock into her awaiting opening.
The bed dipped and Flynn and Grey were there.
Ford wrapped her up in his arms and rolled to his back making her straddle his waist so she could ride him. She thrust up and down, flexed her muscles, and gripped his cock so tight he moaned aloud.
“Sweet Jesus, woman. You’re incredible.”
He smoothed his hands along her waist to her breasts and cupped them tight. She continued to ride him as he closed his eyes, relished in the feel of her being all of his for another night of passion.
She jerked a moment, gasped and stopped as Flynn moved in behind her.
“Keep riding him, baby. Grey and I are joining in.”
Ford could tell when Flynn stroked his cock into her ass. She moaned aloud, thrust backward, then gasped for breath.
Immediately Flynn counter thrust to Ford’s strokes. The two of them worked her body, aroused her to the point where her movements were no longer fluid and level. “Oh. Oh!” She came as Grey cupped her cheeks and kissed her mouth.
She blinked her eyes open. Those thick, luscious lashes revealed the sparkling blue depths of her eyes and all her emotion showed. She wasn’t faking her desire, her need for them.
“I need you, too,” Grey said and stroked his cock with his hand.
India leaned to the side and accepted his cock by licking the tip and circling the ridge. She took him into her mouth and it sent Ford off as well as Flynn.
The three of them moved so fast, so wildly inside of her. There was this possessive, needy sensation eating him alive as he called her name and came.
Flynn followed, thrusting over and over again then holding his cock deep in her ass as he came.
Grey pulled from her mouth and immediately Fenton joined them.
“Ours. Always,” Flynn told her then kissed her neck and pulled out of her.
Fenton was there to pick her up as Ford slid out and Grey slid underneath her, taking Ford’s place.
She was moaning. Panting for more.
“Never like this. You’ll never have what we have with anyone but us,” Grey told her and pulled her down as he stroked his cock up into her pussy.
Behind her Fenton kissed her neck and her shoulder.
Ford stood by, along with Fisher and Flynn, and watched.
* * * *
Grey was filled with a combination of anger, possessiveness, and fear. He would never be the same man again. When India left for Chicago, he didn’t know how he would go on with his life. He loved her dammit. Why couldn’t she accept them for who they were and allow that love to grow stronger?
He grabbed her face between his hands and held her gaze.
“Never forget me. Never forget what we have. It can’t be broken.” He kissed her deeply and stroked upward as Fenton thrust into her ass.
India pulled from Grey’s mouth and screamed her release, the sound of her cream lubricating her pussy and ass followed.
“Fuck I love this ass. I’ll never get enough of it. Of having you. Of taking you in every hole,” Fenton told her as he continued to thrust even faster.
She cried out another orgasm and both men began a series of fast, hard thrusts. Grey knew he wouldn’t last. He wanted to mark her heart, her soul, and of course the inside of her body so no other men would compare to him and the team. He called out her name and ejaculated deep into her womb, his thoughts suddenly somber as the dream of her bearing their children diminished.
Behind her Fenton came next, cupping her breast, stroking a few more times, then lying over her, kissing her skin and inhaling her scent.
“You’ll always be our sleeping beauty.”
Chapter 9
India awoke early with only Ford in bed beside her.
She glanced at the clock and saw it was five a.m. She thought instantly about Flynn, knowing he would head out early to take some photos and she had missed every time he wanted her to go with him.
Not today. Today she was going to make it out in time and see exactly how he caught such sensational pictures.
She eased slowly out of bed as to not wake Ford. But before she could get completely out, an arm reached over and snagged her back against his side.
“Where are you going?”
She chuckled and felt that giddy warm feeling inside. She was going to miss that about Ford.
“I wanted to watch Flynn take pictures. I’ve missed it every morning, but today I got up in time.”
“Okay. Make sure he brings his gun and you carry something, too.”
His words were firm and she nodded and went to leave but he pulled her back.
“Forgetting something?”
She chuckled then leaned down and kissed him. He let her go then snuggled back into the pillow as she quickly got dressed.
India headed downstairs to find the coffee on but no sign of Flynn. The dogs weren’t there to greet her either. Flynn must have taken them with him.
She pulled on the thick coat, noting how cold it was this morning, and headed out the door. By the back porch steps there was a thick, clublike thing and India remembered Fenton carrying it with him when he walked the perimeter.
She grabbed a hold of it and looked toward the darkness, the sun just barely beginning to rise.
She knew which direction to go in. It wasn’t a thick set of woods and to the right was a large hill of woods then a lookout area where Flynn took those amazing pictures.
She didn’t want any regrets before she left. She wanted great memories to hold onto and remember. Like last night and how deeply they all made love.
India headed toward the woods, the club in hand, using it like a walking stick. The moment she started up toward the steep hill she heard the crackling of branches and turned to look.
A low growl in the distance alerted her to what was to the right of her.
Four large animals, like vicious looking dogs, were tearing apart the flesh of something else.
She gasped and then heard the howl of wolves from the other way.
India screamed then held the stick in front of her.
She looked around. Saw the large tree trunk that had a few low branches she might be able to climb up into. She slowly headed that way as the sound of growls echoed around her. A quick glance to the right and three other wolves were heading toward her.
India didn’t know what to do as she hurried toward the tree, climbing into the higher branch, dropping the large stick on the ground. The wolves jumped at her. One biting at her ankle and pants, ripping the material and cutting her skin.
India screamed louder, over and over again in the hope that Flynn would hear her and come to her rescue.
“India!” Flynn yelled her name and at the same time she heard more growling as Magnum, Clint, and Charles came storming to her rescue, growling and barking. She didn’t want them to get killed by the wolves and she went to yell when her foot slipped and she nearly fell off the limb of the tree. The wolf scratched at her ankle. It all happened so quickly. Gunshots, the German shepherds growling and biting at the wolves as she fell to the ground landing on her ankle.
The wolves howled out in pain as Flynn kept shooting. Gunshots echoed through the otherwise quiet, empty woods. A wolf jumped at her, ripping her jacket, but Charles countered it and bit into its fur. The wolf rolled Charles over to his back and India feared for the dog’s life, lifted up the club, and swung and hit the wolf. She heard Magnum yelp right next to her as another wolf attempted to bite her and she swung the other way. The club collided with its head. Two more shots rang out. The three Shepherds gathered around her, whimpering and licking her face.
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