Forgotten Family

by Brynn Paulin

  Marina nodded, and Irene stepped back. Kyle patted Marina’s leg as the SUV started moving again.

  “I thought I had no one,” she murmured. “All week I was alone, and I thought I had no one or I was far from home. And…” Her fingers slid over the lavender envelope of the top card. “And there was all this.”

  “You’re well loved,” Marcus said. “By more than just us.”

  “What do I do here?”

  “You don’t have a particular job,” he replied. “You don’t need one. Our company—my job and Kyle’s job—provides more than adequately for our family.”

  “But you don’t just stay at home,” Kyle interjected. “On any given day you’re taking donations to the homeless shelter in Marywood, helping kids read at the elementary school, baking or cooking for people who’re sick, or working on any number of committees in Cranston. The day of your accident, you were taking clothes to one of the churches in Marywood.”

  “I guess I’m just a regular saint,” she said drily. Next thing she knew, they’d tell her she walked on water, and deep down, she had a dark feeling that kind of portrayal was quite far from true.

  She didn’t deny these things they mentioned might be true, but something wasn’t clicking inside her. Even without remembering her past, she sensed a shadow over her life. No matter how she tried, she couldn’t grasp what it was. Was it guilt? Shame? Something bad she’d done? The doctor had mentioned that she might be blocking something. What was it?

  “There’s the Marina I know,” Marcus laughed, unaware of her brooding suspicions. “Never ready to take credit for the good she does.”

  Conversation stopped as they pulled up to a massive, three-storey Victorian house. It was white with a green door and shutters. A wide porch wrapped around the front and sides. The structure sat atop a hill that sloped down to a beach where waves from Lake Michigan rolled to the shore. From the end of the driveway, it appeared that the house was perched on the edge of a cliff, but as they pulled beside it, Marina saw it was an optical illusion.

  Marcus helped her from the car, and she took a few steps towards the lake. The view was breathtaking. She could stand watching the white breakers for hours.

  “This is where I live?” she asked in awe. Had she ever taken this view for granted? She promised herself she never would again.

  “Yep. For about thirteen years,” Kyle replied, coming around the vehicle. “The house has been here longer though. It’s over a hundred years old. It was the only building on the property when we bought all the parcels to create Cranston.”

  “That sounds like quite a huge undertaking for a trio of twenty-year-olds.”

  “We didn’t know any better,” Marcus laughed. “We just did it. Lucky for us, the right like-minded people stepped in to help us before we mucked up things too badly. And we were able to get the correct zoning done before anyone realised exactly what we were about. At first, people who lived near here were up in arms, but pretty much, no one cares anymore. They call us ‘that hippie commune’.”

  He unlocked the front door, and she went inside.

  “This is some commune,” she said.

  The conversation dropped away again as she looked around. The men seemed to be waiting, watching her as she took in the place where she’d lived as if hoping she’d have some glimmer of recognition. She wished the same. But there was none.

  However, if she’d entertained any doubt that she belonged with these men, it slowly dissipated as she viewed framed photos of their life together, the pictorial history artistically hung in the entry hall. Her eyes were drawn to one picture in particular. In it, she smiled devilishly, her arms around both men as they turned into her, Marcus whispering in her ear while Kyle kissed her shoulder. Her eyes were full of contentment as she pressed her cheek to Kyle’s head and laced her fingers through Marcus’ hair, holding him to her.

  Pure unity. The three of them together as one entity.

  “We look so happy,” she commented.

  “We are happy,” Kyle said. She glanced over at him, not quite believing his insistent tone. A shadow passed from his eyes as her gaze connected with his.

  “Are we?” She shook her head, her fist pressing to her middle. “I have this feeling… Something’s not right. What’s not right with us?”

  Was it the ménage? Was she feeling guilt after being with them for so long?

  “You’re just disoriented. It’s to be expected,” Marcus soothed. He took the bundle of letters from her hands and set it on a table below the pictures. “Let’s show you the rest of the house.”

  She wanted to argue, to call him on a lie, but she didn’t. Who was to say he wasn’t telling the truth?

  An instant zing sizzled up her arm as he laced their fingers. The sensation travelled to her middle where her belly tightened. A flutter launched through her to pound at her pulses. It double-timed as Kyle’s arm slid around her waist.

  “You decorated the whole place,” he said. “Maybe something will trigger a memory.”

  She frowned. Nothing had triggered her memory so far—except for their touch. Her body seemed to remember these two men even when nothing else made sense to her. Especially the dark feeling that lingered just beyond her grasp.

  Marina tried to shrug it away. Nothing looked nefarious here.

  The two led her through the house. It had all the requisite rooms—a gourmet kitchen, a family room, a formal living room and opulent bathrooms. Beyond that, each of the men had home offices and she had a library filled with cherry wood shelves and books. Upstairs there were enough bedrooms for a huge family, most of them closed off. The mysterious nooks and crannies prevalent in homes from the period in which theirs had been built intrigued her, but none of it prompted remembrances.

  Except for the bedroom—of course, she was sure that was just wishful thinking. Well maybe not wishful. Perhaps delusional. She looked around the room where they’d ended their tour, the room she shared with Kyle and Marcus—or at least, that’s what they told her.

  A king-sized bed dominated the floor, its twisted-iron head and footboards giving way to four tall posters that supported an arching metal canopy. Gauzy, white fabric draped over it then fell to the plush, green carpet.

  It was a decadent paradise for lovers. She was both drawn to it and filled with the urge to run. Her lips pressed together as she thought about going to bed in a few hours. Would she go to bed here between Kyle and Marcus? Was she brave enough? What would they want from her, knowing she couldn’t remember them?

  Marcus went to one of the three closets. It struck her as odd, but she supposed if there was a trio of adults sharing the space, it only made sense. He opened the centre pair of doors and revealed a long narrow space.

  “When we remodelled the house, we widened this room and got rid of the one beside it. We used part of the space for the walk-in closets.”

  “Nice,” she said noncommittally, wishing she’d remember something. Anything.

  “Your things are in here,” he continued. “You might want to…um…touch things. Maybe you’ll get some…flashes.”

  Flashes?

  Next to her Kyle cleared his throat, and she got the feeling he disagreed with what Marcus had said.

  No…

  With sudden clarity, she realised it wasn’t that he disputed his partner’s words, just that he disagreed with Marcus saying them.

  “What do you mean by that?” she asked.

  Kyle put his arm around her and led her to the bed, settling her on the edge then sitting beside her. She was again assailed by the sensation of belonging and comfort the men’s embraces seemed to bring her. A pleasant warmth prickled over her skin as she waited for the answer to her question.

  He shook his head at Marcus, his lips compressed, then he sighed. “You…have these…psychic abilities,” he told her, obviously picking each word carefully. “It’s nothing weird or anything and you’re certainly not planning to set up shop as Madam Marina. Sometimes you just
know things and you have an uncanny ability to touch objects and draw pictures and emotions from them.”

  She didn’t know what to think about that. She didn’t know if she could sleep in this room either. Between these two men. With these two men.

  Kyle’s hand skimmed up the side of her cheek, turning her to face him. “I haven’t gotten my kiss yet. Not really,” he said. He bent forward and brushed his lips over hers. Immediately, a surge of awareness shot through Marina. She saw the two of them tangled amidst the blankets of this bed. But they weren’t alone. Marcus was with them.

  Arousal flooded her, sending cream to her folds as Kyle deepened the kiss. His lips urged hers apart, and when she didn’t object, he pushed his tongue inside to stroke over hers. Lightheaded at the touch, she had the sensation of falling. She realised suddenly that he’d taken her to the bed. He bent over her, pressing his body over her. The weight felt so good, so familiar.

  She needed to feel all of him—all of Marcus, too.

  Chapter Two

  Marina groaned into Kyle’s mouth as he turned them onto their sides, and she sensed Marcus climbing onto the bed behind her. He swept aside her hair and pressed kisses to the back of her neck, sending shivers cascading down her spine. Two men, both loving her.

  She stiffened. What was she doing? Going to bed with these two strangers? Two!

  “Relax,” Marcus murmured against her ear, his warm breath tickling the sensitive skin there. “We would never hurt you or do something you don’t want. Let your body remember us.”

  And it did. In an odd dichotomy of fresh yet familiar, she anticipated each new move. Everything just felt…right. Arousal rushed to all her pulse points, throbbing, spiking with sharp vibrations. Her clothes suddenly seemed too small. She needed to be naked in their arms and feel their smooth muscled chests pressing into her. She ached to have their thick cocks touching her, rubbing against her secret places, begging for entrance then filling her. Yes… She wanted—no needed—them in her.

  She closed her eyes and sank into the sensations of rightness and arousal. A distant voice reminded her she didn’t know them, because she couldn’t remember them, but she shoved it aside, choosing instead to let this be about discovery and the excitement of being with them.

  A hand curved around her waist, a thumb tracing her ribs. Slowly, it moved upward. She held her breath, waiting, but it didn’t move any closer than to brush the underside of her breast. She whimpered into his mouth, but couldn’t seem to move closer as Marcus’ hands held her in place while he worked at the buttons on her blouse. She trembled as his warm palms slipped inside to smooth over her abdomen, flattening over her belly. His fingers went to the fastening of her pants. He paused as if waiting for permission.

  Marina wanted to scream yes, but Kyle was still consuming her mouth, his agile tongue imitating what she’d like from his cock. Moaning, she pushed her hips into Marcus’ hands, at the same time rubbing against the hard ridge in Kyle’s trousers.

  Interpreting her permission, Marcus popped open the button at her waistband and lowered her zipper. His fingers splayed just above her mound.

  What were these two about? Touching but not touching her where she desperately wanted them? Wild need swirled in her womb; her brain sank into a primal plane that consisted of nothing but sensation and the need to give and take and feel. Oh yes, to feel. She wanted to feel them everywhere on her. She wanted to touch them all over their bodies, to discover every part she’d somehow forgotten. To taste… Her mouth watered with the need to have their cocks in her mouth, to smell the musky scent of their sexes, to fill herself with their essence. To have their cum on her tongue, in her pussy.

  Anxiously, she wiggled away from the men and stood next to the bed, a pair of legs on either side of her since none of them had managed to fully lay on the mattress. Concern coloured their faces for a moment until they saw the intent on her face. They rested back on their elbows, watching her. Waiting.

  She kicked off her shoes then, with a shimmy, sent her pants to the floor. Slowly, she opened the cuffs of her blouse, knowing the sight she made for them with her bare legs, lacy black panties covering her sex, her blouse hanging open. The bottom of it skimmed her hips as she moved, the parted sides gaping to reveal the frilly bra beneath. She knew she had a good body, slim with healthy curves. With no personal memories and few real clues to her identity, she’d spent a fair amount of time staring in the mirror the past few days. And now her men—she had to believe they were her men—stared at her, their eyes dark with longing. Their erections strained against their dark pants.

  Marina hadn’t taken a lot of time to consider them beyond their builds, eyes and hair before, but now as she took her time, she studied them. Their dress indicated they were businessmen and they’d said they owned their own company. Plus they’d paid her hospital bill in full and drove a high-end SUV. She was involved with two well-off executives. And did they have any idea how hot they were in their charcoal pants, thin black belts and dress shirts? Even rumpled from their extended stay in the hospital’s waiting area, the clothing exuded quality and power—Marcus and Kyle’s power. And what they did to her just by staring at her with such hunger in their eyes…

  “What do you do? For work, I mean?” she asked idly as she moved to open her second cuff.

  “Medical research, pharmaceuticals,” Marcus murmured. His hand drifted to his cock as he regarded her, and she smiled. Her teeth sank into her lower lip as she watched him stroke his palm up and down.

  Movement shifted her gaze to Kyle’s hips where she saw him doing the same. “Fertility treatments and sex studies,” he added.

  His lips parted slightly as his hooded eyes studied her.

  “You’re doctors?”

  “No, we just run everything. Hire the right people,” Marcus replied.

  “Hmm…” She wasn’t all that interested in business, only them, only the things they did, the things that comprised their lives. Her arms crossed lightly over her middle, and she let the shirt droop off one shoulder. “I’m almost naked, and you’re both fully dressed.”

  Marcus chuckled. “That’s how it usually is. We’re always in a hurry to get you undressed. You like it that way.”

  She could feel her tight nipples pushing against her bra. A sense of sensuality slid through her. She easily believed she liked being naked before them. It filled her with an overwhelming feeling of sexiness. Wantonness. And somehow…a belonging. A belonging that… Her tongue slipped over her lower lip and they groaned. A belonging to them. That was it. Like this, she felt she was theirs.

  Dropping her hands, she let the blouse slide down her arms. It fluttered to the floor in a quiet shoosh of fabric. Her pussy dampened even more at the unrestrained lust in their eyes.

  “Come here, baby,” Marcus urged.

  Slowly, she shook her head. “I want to see you. I don’t… I want to see you both, all of you, before I feel you.”

  Kyle grinned and stood as she moved a few steps backward. His hands fisted in his shirt above his waistband, and he pulled it from his pants. Since the collar was open, he tugged it and the white tee beneath it over his head then tossed them aside. Marcus came to stand beside him. Kyle’s hands moved to open his belt, but Marina was done watching. Kneeling before Kyle, she unfastened the buckle then slid the leather through the loops. Glancing up, she saw Kyle’s hands on Marcus’ buttons opening his shirt. And they were kissing—the two men were kissing. Her lips parted at the sharp arousal that exploded through her pelvis and into her thighs. A soft, melting sensation followed as she watched their tongues mate.

  One of Kyle’s arms slung around Marcus’ neck as he continued to unbutton him. Such intimacy… Such love in the touches…

  She sat back on her heels as a flash hit her. She’d been part of this. But not lately. And not their fault. They wanted her. They wanted her with an intensity that stunned her now, but she’d held herself apart. She’d been here, but…

  Her forehead cr
eased as she reached for the knowledge that was right there for her to grasp, yet still invisible. For some reason, she’d been closing herself off to them.

  The wrongness of it struck her hard. No more. She couldn’t be apart any more. Kneeling up again, she finished opening Kyle’s pants, liking the way Marcus stepped behind her, his feet bracketing her bent legs. Anxiously, she yanked down Kyle’s pants and boxers. His cock greeted her like a long lost friend, eager and wanting. His scent, dark and heady filled her nostrils.

  Her fingers circled his velvety girth. Immediately, she engulfed the head with her mouth.

  “Marina!” Kyle groaned as she sucked him and drew her tongue over the slit at the top of his shaft. She lapped at the salty droplets that seeped from him. She savoured the taste as she hummed her approval.

  She felt naked flesh behind her and realised Marcus had stepped out of his pants. Still grasping Kyle, she lifted her mouth. Turning slightly, she caught Marcus in her other hand and treated him to the same as she’d given Kyle. His male scent intoxicated her—the darkness of both of them tantalised her senses. Clean, manly and so sexual. Instinctively, she realised no one shared this but the three of them—no one knew their perfect smell. And there wasn’t anyone else who got to taste Marcus’ almost sweet pre-cum.

  She shivered, unable to get enough and drawing groans from both of the men as she stroked, licked and sucked both of them intermittently. She heard them kissing above her, felt them leaning into one another over her, but she wasn’t left out. Their hands were in her hair, not pushing her, just including her.

  But not for long. Marcus pulled her to her feet and kissed her deeply. Kyle pressed to her back and finally—finally—he cupped her breasts. His firm fingers kneaded the mounds, catching her nipples and squeezing them until she gasped from the exquisite pleasure. She wouldn’t have suspected she’d like the roughness, but she did. A lot.

  When she was breathless from their ministrations, Marcus lifted his mouth. His smile was predatory as he looked into her eyes. A quake went through her to quiver in her middle.