Under The Magnolia

by Kelsey Soliz

to my dick for comfort right now.

  As his mouth works her over, she starts pushing into my touches more,

  and I’m finally able to squeeze another finger inside, slowly stretching her

  and moving inside of her until she’s begging me for more. I’m scared to

  stop touching her because I don’t want to have to start over, so I try and get

  my pants off with one hand while the other is buried inside her, but the way

  she’s squirming against me makes it damn near impossible to focus on

  much anything else.

  “Oh for fuck’s sake.”

  Alex storms over and rips the buttons on my jeans apart, tearing them

  down my hips with my boxers until I’m completely naked.

  “I’ll hand this to you but I am not touching your dick.”

  I laugh at him and shake my hips where I’m laying, making my erect

  cock bounce and taunt him.

  “You know you want a piece of this, Alex.”

  He slaps the lube down into my palm and for a second I fear he might be

  about to punch my dick but he regains himself and shakes it off, sitting back

  down so he can get his own dick out and play with it. It’s kind of messy but

  I manage to squeeze some lube onto myself before guiding it to her ass.

  I use my fingers together to widen her to me more, which makes her pull

  away from Constantine to make some interesting sounds but I feel like

  we’re all hanging off a precipice right now, because once I claim this, all

  bets are off and we know she’ll be double teamed all the fucking time.

  They’re all just as desperate as I am to see her take someone in her ass, to

  watch her face bliss out as someone slips inside the front of her at the same

  time.

  “Just do it already, Cam.”

  “Are you asking me to fuck your ass, Amelia?”

  She buries her face against Constantine as I rub the head against her

  entrance, then Theo starts doing something that makes her freak, screaming

  out her first orgasm. I use that distraction to my advantage, as her body goes

  slack and slip the tip in, going nice and slow as I work past the outer ring of

  muscles that are trying to strangulate my dick.

  I hiss out a breath wonder why I’ve never fucked anyone in the ass

  before, but then I remember that I didn’t have Amelia and no one else

  would have done. Theo doesn’t let up, making her squirm and writhe

  against the both of us as I slowly work my hips against her to gain more

  leverage.

  “Oh my God, oh my God…what the hell are you guys doing to my body

  right now?”

  Theo scoots up as Constantine backs away, leaning against the foot of the

  bed as Theo slips his sweatpants off and kicks them to the floor. We make

  eye contact and maybe it should be really awkward because our dicks are

  about to become close friends, but I can feel him slide inside of her and

  push against me through her body and I forget that I’m supposed to be

  moving slow.

  I push the rest of the way in until my hips are flush against her ass,

  making shallow thrusts until her body language tells me it feels good again.

  My hands on her hips, Theo’s kneading into her thigh as it’s draped across

  him, then we find a rhythm, one pulling, the other pushing, until our girl is

  full-on screaming our names.

  Amelia’s got an arm around each of our necks, pulling us into her as we

  wreck her, both of us snapping against her as I try to hold onto my sanity

  for all its worth. I feel sweat start to trickle down my body to where our

  bodies are pressed together, and I finally cede control and give her

  everything I’ve got, which makes her scream even more as we use her body.

  Theo pounds into her just as relentlessly until all of us are making

  inhuman sounds and our limbs are all confused. I hear grunts and the

  slapping of skin from where Alex is sitting, and then I’m unloading inside

  her body as she squeezes me like a vice and makes my head get dizzy.

  I swear it goes on longer than anything I’ve felt, and I finally let myself

  start breathing again as I try to come down from that incredible high. Theo

  snaps his hips against her one final time before he makes the face and

  unloads as well, his rhythm stuttering as he chases his own release.

  When the three of us are all a twitching soupy mess Constantine starts a

  slow clap.

  “Well done, boys.”

  Amelia just turns her head back and forth between me and Theo, sloppily

  kissing us. “Why the fuck haven’t we done that yet?”

  I can’t help but smile, feeling pretty damn good physically, my whole

  body tingling from that release.

  “Are you saying you’d be game for it another time?”

  I kiss her neck one last time but have to pull back so I can breathe.

  “That was…amazing. I thought that was supposed to hurt?”

  “Only if you don’t take your time working up to it.”

  “Speaking from experience?”

  She quirks an eyebrow at me and I get the insinuation, but Theo distracts

  her with his mouth again, pulling a nipple into it.

  “Okay, okay, sorry. Point made.”

  “My turn.”

  Constantine scoops her up and carries her to the bathroom, and I hear the

  water turn on. Handicap bathrooms were awesome because the showers

  were huge. Amelia had a decent size bench in there we installed this week

  while she was resting, and there’s no mistaking the sound of Constantine

  doing things to her body over the sound of the water raining out of the

  showerhead.

  “Fuck. Those sounds she makes- I feel like living with her and all of you

  is going to leave me in a perpetual state of raging hard on. I just exploded

  all over my hand, but here he is, standing at attention again. It’s unnatural.”

  I want to laugh, but I sympathize. Mine was just strangled into oblivion,

  but is now straining to hear her sounds for himself.

  Amelia

  I’m out in the grass near our new Magnolia tree, enjoying the impending

  fall weather. When I look up to the sky, I can almost tell it’s starting to turn

  colors. The last few months have been filled with more than I ever thought

  I’d get to have.

  When the guys first put the ring on my hand, and I’m still kind of

  bummed I missed out on some epic proposal, I think I spent a few weeks

  feeling it over and over again, trying to convince myself it was real. Though

  the guys had no problem using their bodies to show me that it was.

  I think one of the things I’ve gotten strongest of mind about is myself.

  Through all this, reconnecting and learning that life could still be worth

  living, I’ve let them touch me, let them give me touches that not only felt

  incredible, but made me feel like a woman. Something I had been missing.

  I still can’t believe how unbelievably blessed I am to be laying in my new

  yard with four men to call my own. Four men who seem to take joy in

  caring for me, and in completing any sort of menial task I’ll allow them to. I

  held onto my independence for a bit, but they’ve worn me down quick.

  They get so happy when I let them do stuff, so I’ve decided that it’s not

  worth saving my pride to prove I can do it myself, because it’s so muc
h

  more pleasant to let them get me a drink, or help me dress, or bathe or…

  well, you get the picture.

  They were all very helpful.

  Years ago, when this whole crazy three-way relationship with them had

  started, I never got the chance to imagine what the physical side of things

  would look like, and maybe teenage me would have been incredibly

  intimidated by the thought of pleasing four different men on a regular basis,

  but grown-up me got hot and bothered whenever they so much as put a

  hand on my bare shoulder.

  I love that they don’t care about what anyone will think, and I’ve spent

  time with their families recently, getting to know them again, enough to

  know that if I’m happy, and their sons are happy, then they’re happy.

  They might not fully understand how we make it work, but that’s really

  for us to figure out. Because we are making it work.

  “Hey, thought I’d find you out here.”

  I smile in the direction I hear Cameron’s voice. My first, and the one that

  kept everyone level headed and calm. “The tree was calling to me. I had to

  come visit.”

  I feel him smile as he comes to lay next to me, fingers grabbing and

  intertwining with mine as he runs his thumb over my slightly ridiculous

  diamond ring.

  “It was calling to you, huh? Amelia Poppy, what have we told you about

  talking to trees?”

  “This one is excellent company.”

  He lets it go, content to just be here with me.

  “You wore the dress.” I automatically look down my torso at the white

  eyelet lace dress that had appeared sometime in the last few days, knowing

  the details because I had brought them right up to my eyeballs as I pulled it

  over my head this morning and tried to understand it.

  He had been a little weird this morning about making sure I wore this

  one, but the man made me happy, so I just went with it.

  “You going to tell me why you wanted me to?”

  “Does a guy need a reason to see his woman in a pretty dress?”

  I roll over, snuggling up to his side and throwing my arm across his

  lower stomach.

  “No excuse needed. I like it. Thank you.”

  “You know we like seeing your legs displayed. You look great in it.”

  Theo had braided part of my hair earlier, helping me to get it off my face.

  I feel Cameron roll next to me and pull at something, then there’s a slight

  floral scent as he sits me up and puts something in my hair.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Putting flowers in your hair. There’s these pretty little purple flower

  growing out of the clover.”

  “Why are you putting flowers in my hair?”

  I feel him shrug right before he brings me back down to lay with him. I

  start hearing voices in the background, getting closer, but it sounds like

  more than just my guys.

  “Were we expecting company?”

  “You probably weren’t, but me and your guys were.”

  “Why are you being so weird today?”

  Rolling on top of me, he kisses me, slow and thorough, brushing a few

  wisps of errant hair from my forehead.

  “Remember when you agreed to marry us?”

  “You mean when you snuck a ring on my hand and told me to deal with

  it?”

  “Is that how you remember it? Hmm. I suppose you always thought that

  it’d be some big gesture, and you’d be crying and then you’d squeal and

  we’d just bang all over the place?”

  I laugh, because it’s such a guy thing to say. “Well, I mean for starters, it

  might have been nice to actually be asked…”

  He gets all serious, pulling me up to a kneel as he seems to also be

  kneeling, holding my hand and maybe I’m hearing things in the sudden

  pause in vocals he’s inserted, but after a deep breath it almost sounds like he

  lets out a little sob.

  “Amelia Poppy. You told me when we were seven years old that you

  thought I was handsome, and then you pushed me off the tire swing and ran

  away.”

  I giggle, remembering that day. And then there are footsteps and Alex

  bends over, kissing me on the cheek, and kneels in front of me as well.

  “Amelia Poppy, when we were fourteen, you told me that there wasn’t a

  girl alive who understood me like you do. And then you punched me in the

  arm and dumped water down my shirt.”

  Oh no. Were they ganging up on me? It shouldn’t surprise me that

  Constantine comes up next, dropping a kiss and turning me to wedge

  himself into the man display suddenly happening.

  “Mils, I always thought girls were kind of dumb. Until the day I realized

  you like-liked me, and suddenly I realized it was just other girls that were

  dumb.”

  “Other girls were dumb.”

  “Excuse me, I wasn’t done. I kissed you under that magnolia for the first

  time, and that was what I held onto while we were apart, remembering what

  that felt like.”

  “Hey, Constantine. No fair. That wasn’t what we talked about.”

  Constantine mumbles something at Alex’s comment, but it’s too low and

  inarticulate to make out.

  “Speak up, loverboy.”

  “I said, Alexander, that when we were eleven years old, and I was sick,

  you spent your whole afternoon trying to pick wildflowers for me to cheer

  me up. What I never told you was I was allergic, and my mom didn’t have

  the heart to tell you we had to throw them away because I couldn’t stop

  sneezing after you brought them by.”

  “Oh my God, seriously? I remember that day…that’s so dumb, you

  should have just told me.”

  Cam speaks up next. “We remember everything about growing up with

  you. You being a little brat and not sharing your watermelon bubblegum

  with us at recess, getting mad at us when we tried to give you a haircut

  when we were in first grade, having a backyard funeral when Alex’s old as

  shit cat died, but most of all, we remember seeing you turn into this

  gorgeous woman that was made perfectly for us.”

  “We remember all the awkwardness of dating as teenagers, every day of

  heartbreak when you moved away, and most importantly, the way our lives

  began again the day we found out you never actually left us,” Alex says.

  “Hey baby. I get a turn now, okay? So just pretend like you have no idea

  what’s happening.” Theo kisses me, spinning me a little more as he jumps

  onto the end of the line. Pretend I don’t know what’s happening? They’re…

  oh shit. They’re all kneeling, aren’t they? I use my hands to sort of

  awkwardly crawl, trailing my fingers across them to figure out their poses.

  Definitely kneeling. I fortify myself with a good breath in, letting it settle

  in my chest before sitting back on my heels and turning my head in Theo’s

  direction.

  “Amelia, I knew the day you first spoke to me in the hospital that I would

  do whatever it took to make you mine. There was this strength in you that

  shone, that lit you up. Your smile is the best thing I’ve ever seen, and

  although it was pure torture to keep distance between us while you grew

  into yourself, I love that we were friends first, that I earn
ed your heart

  slowly.

  “There will never be another woman for me, and maybe there are a few

  other guys for you, but if I get to be with you, then I can share. We assumed

  before, and that wasn’t wrong, but we thought you might like a better story

  to tell. We have something we want to ask you, Amelia.”

  I can feel tears running down my cheeks as all this sweetness washes

  over me, and I feel so seen. They come a little closer as a group, all of them

  holding my left hand up together and speaking as one.

  “Amelia Poppy, will you marry us?”

  Those. Those are the words I had dreamt of hearing someday, the words I

  had somehow convinced myself I didn’t deserve. Someone wanted to marry

  me. Me. Amelia Knight. But, it was more than I deserved, there were four

  someones that wanted to marry me.

  “Are you sure?”

  They all laugh like I told a joke.

  “See? This is why we didn’t ask the first time.”

  “Well, it would be awkward to not accept, seeing as how I’ve been

  wearing your ring for weeks now.”

  “Come on, just agree already lady.” Cameron would always be the one

  that spoke first.

  “Well, if you’re sure…”

  “A little louder, for those in the back.”

  “Yes, I’ll marry you, even though I’m sure it will challenge my sanity

  often.”

  There’s a chorus of loud whoops and clapping and I snap my head

  towards the sound, wondering who the hell is here.

  “We brought some…friends.”

  I quirk an eyebrow at Alex.

  “Okay, guys game on.”

  Instantly, music starts up and I have to strain my eyes to see the blur of

  twinkly lights that turn on in the leaves of the magnolia tree. The sky is

  getting darker now, that golden hour of late afternoon sunlight passing as

  evening approaches.

  “Okay, pretty lady sits right here.” Cam has me up and in my chair, close

  enough to the tree that I can reach out and touch it, letting the bark tickle

  my fingertips.

  “Now, baby, you agreed to this. Just remember that.”

  And then it hits me. White dress, decorations, the tree, the…guest list. I

  turn to look at the direction where the noise of people chattering comes

  from, Alex leaning over my shoulder to tell me who’s there.

  “All of our parents are here, plus some guys from the station, a couple