Unforgotten Family (An Ariel Kimber Novel Book 6)

by Mary Martel

  Damien slipped his hands underneath my thighs and lifted me off Julian's cock. He pulled me off of Julian's lap and sat me down gently on the rug between Julian's legs. He tapped my hip lightly with two of his fingers and ordered, "Turn around and on your knees, gorgeous."

  He scooted back to give me room to move, and I complied with his wishes, until I was on my knees with my ass resting against my heels between Julian's thighs, finally facing the man who had just come inside me after fucking me to orgasm.

  Well, technically he'd had help with the orgasm part, but I would have gotten there with him regardless, so I guess the details didn't really matter.

  Damien nudged my legs apart with his knees. I spread my legs as far as Julian's would allow me to, and Damien's hand went to my lower back after he skimmed over the slightly rounded globe of my asscheek.

  His lips brushed over the crest of my ear and his tongue flicked out across the jewelry decorating my ear. "Bend over Julian, baby doll, and put your hands on the floor. I'm going to fuck you from behind."

  His words sent a naughty, delicious, shiver down my spine and I didn't hesitate to do as I was told. Honestly, I thought sex was the only time I ever did what I was told without argument. It must have been a relief to them.

  My palms smoothed flat against the soft rug as I leaned over Julian's body and stared down into his eyes.

  His eyes were pure liquid as they washed over me, starting with my eyes and slowly sliding down my body to where he could see Damien between my legs. I felt the brush of Damien's cock as he placed a hand on my hip and slowly glided himself through my dripping wet folds.

  Julian watched Damien's glistening cock as he rubbed the head of it against my clit. The look in his eyes was so raw, so primal and filled with need, that it had me looking down my body so I could watch the show too. My mouth watered at the sight and I shifted my hips, pushing my ass back toward him.

  "Please," I murmured brazenly. "Fuck me. Please, Damien. Please."

  I was too far gone to be embarrassed about the begging too. From the way Damien immediately shifted so that his cock caught at my entrance and shoved inside, filling me with one thrust, I knew he didn't think I had anything to feel embarrassed about when it came to my begging—he liked it.

  He set a furious pace, fucking me so hard my knees slid along the rug with each thrust, and I worried about rug burn until my legs connected with the insides of Julian's thighs and I was forced to stop moving forward.

  Julian pressed the palm of his hand against the side of my face, and he stroked the pad of his thumb across my cheek.

  "Kiss him," Damien demanded in a guttural voice, as he slammed into me so hard I jolted forward. "Kiss him, dammit. I want to watch him feast on your mouth while my dick is inside you." He ground his cock into me to drive home his words. His hand put on pressure on my hip before he released me and slid his palm up my back. He leaned over me and his hips pressed against my ass as his abdomen rested against the small of my back. I could feel the hard ridges of his abs as they slid along my sweat soaked skin.

  Julian sat up with his elbows on the rug. His mouth came to mine and he kissed me sweet and slow, as if he had all the time in the world and his dick wasn't once again rock fucking hard.

  I tore my mouth away from his and to the side. I wanted to lick the inside of my palm and wrap my hand around his dick, but I also didn't want to fall flat on my face when Damien slammed into me a little too hard.

  "Touch yourself," I whispered the command to Julian, and watched as his eyes widened in surprise, but then soon filled with delight. He ran his hand down his flat stomach and through his light brown pubic hair. He fisted his cock and immediately began pulling up and down his erection.

  "Fuck yeah," he groaned as his hips shifted, lifting up with every upwards pull of his hand. Damien murmured huskily in agreement, and the pace he set with his hips that was already almost brutal unbelievably picked up speed and force. The sound of skin slapping together echoed throughout the room as he slammed into me and my body jolted forcefully forward with every thrust.

  I looked over at the bed where Quinton was slowly stroking his cock and watching my face intently. "Come here," I demanded huskily.

  Quinton's eyes flared and his mouth set tight. I knew I was asking a lot of him to request him to actually, physically join in on this, but I didn't care. I needed him. I needed them all. They helped me forget about the emotional pain I carried around with me now like a fucking anchor ready to drop at any second and drag me down with it.

  I didn't just need him though. I also wanted him, craved him even, and if he rejected me in this, I feared what it might do to me. Quinton gave me a lot, always, but I was still here demanding more.

  He pushed me and I always pushed back. In any other instance, he loved and respected me for it, then he gave me everything I wanted. I wanted this time to be no different. I didn't care how selfish that was.

  Quinton released his cock and rose to his feet, pushing off of the bed. He walked the four steps across the rug to me and dropped to his knees. He leaned down into me, his face hovering in front of mine, waiting for me to make the first move.

  "Kiss me." Not a request, not even asking. Simply a demand from him.

  Quinton did not let me down. His lips sealed to mine and he kissed me sweet and slow.

  I didn't want slow anything.

  I wanted fast and hard.

  I nipped at his tongue and he pulled away from me.

  Looking him straight in his dark eyes, because I wasn't brave enough to speak the words out any louder, I whispered almost silently, "Put your dick in my mouth the way you just did your tongue."

  Heat hit my cheeks as Damien and Julian both chuckled. Poor Quinton, he was being bossed around so much tonight that it had to go against everything ingrained in him.

  I could get used to this, that was for sure.

  Quinton ran the pad of his thumb along my bottom lip, only stopping when it caught on my lip ring.

  "Don't get used to this," he muttered irately, before shifting his knees and scooting closer to me. His cock swayed and bobbed in front of my face, and I licked my lips in greedy anticipation.

  He could say whatever he wanted, but I knew now he'd never deny me anything I wanted. Quinton Alexander was a total sucker when it came to me.

  He guided his cock toward my open mouth, and the velvet sleekness of it slipped in past my lips.

  "I'm going to come," Julian whispered hoarsely, while I ran my tongue around the tip of Quinton's fat cock. Both men groaned obscenely and I felt the warm, wet cum from Julian's cock spray the inside of my thigh.

  "I'm not gonna be far behind you," Damien rasped out. His hand slid around my thigh and in. He began playing with my clit and a jolt shot through me at the contact.

  Close.

  I was so damn close to another orgasm that I knew I would come right around the same time Damien did.

  I hollowed my cheeks out as I sucked Quinton in deep. The tip of his dick touched my throat and I hadn't even taken all of him in. I bobbed my head up and down on his cock, not messing around and trying to get him to come as fast as I possibly could, because I wanted us to come together, him, Damien, and me.

  I reached up and rolled his balls between my fingers, and Quinton let out a feral hiss. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Baby, I've been jerking myself off since this shit started, if you keep it up at this pace, I'm going to come in about five seconds."

  Yes.

  I wanted that because I was about to come in about five seconds as well.

  "Fuck yes," Damien snarled, as he slammed into me and stayed planted there. I felt his cock jerk as he came inside me. I pushed down further on Quinton's dick and swallowed around the tip of it. He made an animalistic sound as his cock jerked, swelled slightly, and he erupted in my mouth.

  I swallowed down as much of it as I could, but still felt dribbles of it leak out of the corners of my mouth.

  Julian reached up and pinched both my nippl
es, and with Damien's cock still pulsing inside me and his finger pressed against my clit, it set me off and my second orgasm rolled through me like a tornado.

  After, we lay tangled in a heap on the rug with our bodies intertwined with each other’s. I didn't know where I ended and the others began.

  It had been exactly what I needed and so much more.

  "Do you think Rain will know that we all had sex together?" I asked curiously. Honestly, I really wanted to know what they thought, because the thought of Rain looking at me and knowing I just played around with not one, not two, but three different cocks all at the same time made me feel like burying my head in the sand and never coming up for air ever again.

  Julian and Damien found this to be hilarious and laughed uproariously. I didn't appreciate it one bit.

  Quinton, on the other hand, looked slightly nervous and offered to take another shower with me so I could scrub the smell of sex off my body. And his own. He didn't care about the other two. They could fend for themselves.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Was He Breaking Up With Me?

  I dressed in a baggy red t-shirt a size too big for me and short black booty shorts. I slipped my feet into a pair of boring white ankle socks that were like a pair of tight hugs for my feet. I pulled on a thick black cardigan and left the buttons undone.

  The guys had already gone downstairs and left me to get ready on my own. For once I did not wish to be on my own and left to my own devices. No matter what Quinton said, I couldn't stop thinking about everything that had happened, and when tears started to well up and I feared they might begin to fall, I bit my lower lip so hard I tasted blood.

  The taste was horrible and sparked something awful inside me. My hand flew to cover my mouth and I raced to the bathroom. My knees hit the floor with bruising force. I scrambled to lift the lid off the toilet and started heaving. The problem was, I didn't have anything but liquids inside of me to come out.

  I bent over the toilet, clutching the toilet seat in a death grip that turned my knuckles white, and I dry heaved. The bitter taste of bile burned the back of my throat, and this time when the tears came I didn't so much as even try to stop them. I hated puking, and for whatever stupid reason the tears always came every time I vomited.

  "Fuck," Tyson grumbled miserably as he knelt down beside me. I had been so engrossed with getting sick that I hadn't heard him coming. With gentle hands, he pulled my wet hair back from my face and held it away. His free hand slid underneath my cardigan and he smoothed his palm up and down my back along my t-shirt in soothing motions. "Get it all out, pretty girl."

  I winced at hearing his softly spoken words. There was nothing to get out and I didn't feel very pretty at the moment. Tyson must have mistook my wince, because he pulled his hand out from between my tee and cardigan. The hand holding my hair fell away and the tangled mess dropped back down into my face once more. He scooted away from me and whispered in a broken voice, "Sorry. So sorry. I shouldn't have touched you. I know better. I'm so stupid. So goddamned stupid. If I were you, I wouldn't want me to touch you either."

  Shit.

  Of course he'd take it like that. Our last meeting hadn't exactly been all hearts and flowers.

  I flushed the toilet and sat back against the wall. Well, more like slumped, but that was all I had the energy for. I swiped across my mouth with the back of my hand and grimaced. I needed mouthwash and to maybe take another shower. And then maybe I could douse myself in bleach just for shits and giggles because I figured I might need it.

  Tyson cursed quietly under his breath and pushed himself up to his feet. He pulled the black washcloth hanging on a hook by the sinks down. He turned on the faucet and ran the washcloth underneath the water. The water shut off with a twist of his wrist and he wrung out the cloth, making sure it didn't drip water all over the place.

  I closed my eyes and placed my hand atop my still churning stomach. The damp washcloth pressed lightly against the corner of my mouth and my eyes snapped right back open.

  "Here," Tyson murmured. "Take it so I don't have to touch you and make this harder for either one of us."

  I absolutely did not take the washcloth away from him. I didn't so much as twitch a muscle. My eyes locked with his defiantly. He sighed, giving up, and began wiping my face clean. The cool, damp cloth actually felt really good against my fevered skin.

  After a few moments, he dropped his hand away and threw the cloth toward the sink. It landed on the counter with a wet plop and stayed there.

  I didn't know how the house was so clean when none of these boys outside of Dash ever seemed to pick up after themselves.

  Tyson moved as if to get up, but my hand shot out and I wrapped my fingers tightly around his wrist. He stilled and his eyes bounced between my eyes and the taut hold I had on his wrist.

  He cleared his throat uneasily. "Don't make this any harder on the two of us than it needs to be. You're home safe and I'm glad for it, it means everything to me. We're family and that's not ever going to change—"

  Was he breaking up with me?

  Oh, hell no! I so did not think so.

  "Annabell is dead," I said bluntly. "Adrian killed her in front of me, and sometimes when I close my eyes, I can feel her blood spraying across my face. I have an immense amount of guilt over this that Quinton tells me is stupid, but it's not like I can simply flip a switch and shut my feelings and emotions off. I just can't do it and I'm all fucked up in the head now. And... And..."

  To my absolute horror, my voice cracked. I swiped angrily at the hot tears falling down my face again. Damn it all to hell and back, I was sick and tired of crying or wanting to cry all the time.

  "And it's my fault, Ty. Quinton and I agreed to keep it from everyone so that no one from our family went running in trying to save the day. But what if I made the wrong choice? What if I had made a different decision and she'd still be alive and—"

  Tyson's hands went to my thighs and he picked me up and hauled me over into his lap. He wrapped his arms around me tight and shoved his face in my neck.

  "Stop talking, girl. Please just stop."

  Now that was familiar, and he sounded a whole lot like his uncle telling me to shut the fuck up earlier.

  "I don't care if Annabell's dead. She's been dead to me for a long damn time. I don't care how she died and I don't care why she's dead. I'd watch five hundred thousand Annabell's get their throats slit if it meant you were safe in my lap where I could hold you, and in one piece. Fuck Annabell."

  I had heard this as well.

  I wrapped my arms around Tyson's neck and clung to him like a baby koala clinging to its mama.

  "Fuck, Ariel. I'm so sorry. So fucking sorry. I can't believe I talked to you like that. I'll never be able to forgive myself for it. Not ever. I was so hurt, thinking you were just going to walk away from us so easily, walk away from me like that. My heart broke into a million pieces right there on the spot. It felt fucking awful, Ariel. I hadn't felt that bad when she cast me aside or even when my mother and my father passed away. This was different. You're my future, beautiful girl, and I saw that future, finally bright for the first time in a long damn time, go right down the toilet. I snapped. It's not right and you'll never know just how much."

  I sat back and unhooked my arm from around his neck. I covered his mouth with my hand, wishing I had brushed my teeth after all the dry heaving I'd done so I could maybe cover his mouth with my mouth instead of my hand. I couldn't do it now, because that'd be nasty and poor Tyson Alexander didn't deserve to inhale my vomit breath and suck on my bitter tasting tongue.

  That would just be plain old not nice.

  "You know I love you, right?" I asked him quietly. Sometimes I told them I loved them, but usually I didn't. I'd grown up in a way where it hadn't been something you said aloud because it could easily be used against you. I had never told Vivian I loved her, and she had never said it to me either. I had heard her say it to several of her deadbeat boyfriends a time or
two, but only when she wanted something from them. Unluckily for her, they had never been the types of men who wanted a woman to love them, they'd come around because they wanted her to pay attention to their dicks. It was just the sad truth.

  Tyson pulled my hand away from his face. "Yeah," he said. "I know you love me even though you barely ever say it. I've been keeping my words in check, waiting so I didn't scare you. But now I'm not going to hold back when it comes to you anymore. Better get ready for it, get ready for me."

  I grinned at him and almost told him to bring it on, but I had learned with these guys not to throw down a challenge, because they would throw down with me in a heartbeat.

  "We're good, Ty. Seriously, don't worry about what happened between us. It happened. It's over, and it's in the past now. You didn't know the whole truth behind what was going down and you acted out because I hurt you. That's understandable and easily forgiven. You're my boyfriend and my best friend. Let's just get back to being that and to hell with the rest of it."

  A surprised burst of laughter escaped him as he held me tighter in his arms. "You've got a serious potty mouth on you now," he informed me with amusement.

  I frowned at him severely. I didn't think I had much of a potty mouth, I tried to keep most of my swear words inside my head so that other people wouldn't look down their noses at me or judge me for the messed up shit I thought.

  "Shut up," I muttered. Tyson chuckled in amusement as I tugged on a lock of his long brown hair. I looked at him seriously and the smile wiped off his face. "Please don't tell the others about Annabell right now. I know they won't hold anything against me, but I can't talk about it anymore. I have a hard enough time even thinking about it, and that feels like it's slowly killing me. I can't talk about it with other people right now. I know I'm asking for a lot by asking you not to say anything to the others, and it's not like I'm actually trying to keep things from them in order to have secrets or whatever... I just... can't right now."

  He pressed his fingers lightly to my lips. "Shh. I get you. Uncle Quint will get you too. You don't have to worry about either of us saying anything until you are ready and, Ariel? You don't ever have to be ready if that's what you need. The others will respect your wishes. Everyone will feel like they owe you that much after you brought Romero home with you and we had thought you'd abandoned us."