The Spell of Six

by Casey Morgan

  “I can share,” I said back, putting a third finger in her, feeling amazed at just how much tighter she became. Even though she was on my fingers, my cock twitched, trembled and jerked, as if it, not my fingers, had been the one to finally get a taste. My boxers were already kissed with pre-cum, and I hadn’t even been doing this for very long.

  Gwendolyn cried out, began to rock back against me, and swivel and twist her hips along Travis’ fingers as well. Something he began to praise her for.

  “Good girl, Gwendolyn,” he said fiercely, like he really was some kind of dark Romeo, who put a dagger in his Juliet. “Ride my fucking hand. Ride it like it’s my fucking cock.”

  I stuck a fourth finger in her, before asking myself whether she could handle it or not. My competitive streak was not always there, but when it was, it was a beast.

  Luckily for me, though, Gwendolyn just moaned, threw her head back, and started fucking my fingers faster. She was rubbing her clit against Travis more urgently, like he was the body of a hobby horse.

  “You’ve almost got my whole fist in your ass, Gwendolyn,” I mused loud enough for her to hear. Loud enough for her to enjoy, as she impaled herself on my hand again. While she didn’t press herself down any further, and I didn’t put the fifth and final finger in, she growled. She sighed hot and heavy, making my balls punch me in the gut with how tight and throbbing they became.

  I breathed through it and kept going, just as David freed her breasts, Eric took my previous place and kissed her. The moment her breasts were exposed to him, David took them all for himself. Jiggled and pinched them to his heart’s delight, as he watched her begin to convulse. As I felt her clench around me. Shiver and shake, light up, as though she were a switchboard, and her ribbed insides were the electrical conductors. I moved with them, beginning to vibrate my fingers and hand in time with her convulsions.

  The effect was instantaneous. She began to wail in pleasure from under Eric’s lips. She began to twist and writhe in a beautiful mix lust and fear. Hunger and hesitation for the strength and overwhelming energy I felt building in her. Felt like I had a handful of, as I continued to fuck her with each of my four fingers, slamming my palm into her ass hole.

  She began to scream and then tremble. She leaned back and kissed me, marking me as one of the men who had made her come. As she groaned and growled with wild lust and fearful collapse, David brought her nipples up to his mouth and sucked. Pulled with loud, satisfied popping noises from his lips, as if she was just one big lollipop for him.

  “You are so beautiful when you come, Gwendolyn,” he growled, moving the hair out of her face. She breathed a sigh of relief and joy at him, and I gave her one last little pump with my fingers. One last little twist of my fingers. Like the cork popping on a bottle of wine, she gave me the last bit of her strength and orgasm.

  While I hadn’t initially liked or wanted to share at all, I was glad that I had been the one to experience this. The one who got to participate in this.

  Eric kissed her lips again. I heard it in the soft, sweet smacking sound a moment later. “God, you really are gorgeous. Who needs meditation when I have you, huh?”

  Gwendolyn giggled like she was drunk or high. I wouldn’t blame her if she felt like both. I would if I were her.

  A lot of previous experience went into making her feel as good as I had, though I knew I couldn’t take all of the credit. I had three other experienced men helping me. A fact I couldn’t feel too bad about, as I massaged my sore and hungry dick and made a plan to rub him out good later.

  David pulled away a moment later, helping her to regain her composure. Her bra fitting snugly over her beautiful, silky breasts. Her nipples were still pink and hard. Shiny from my brother’s attentions, but Gwendolyn sighed contentedly as that was finished, and he helped her put on her dress shirt and bowtie again.

  Travis pulled away, licking his hand clean. He did so, making sure she’s looking at him. Watching how much he enjoys the taste of her on his fingers, and his mouth. “You taste delicious, too. Can’t wait to have more.”

  “Would love to have more of you too, if you wanted,” said Eric, bracing her. Guiding her over to a part of the bar capable of holding her. “But not anymore right now. You look ready to sleep for the night, Gwendolyn. And we want you to be able to do that.”

  I noticed the same thing. “Yeah, you look spent. We really took you for a ride, I guess,” I whispered, hoping she heard my good humor as well as hunger.

  Gwendolyn hummed pleasantly. Exhaustedly, looking at all of us like we were the four or five glasses of champagne she’d had to make her that warm and fuzzy. “That was amazing,” she mumbled. “You gave me more than one girl could ever dream. All of you. Thank you. You don’t know how much I needed that.”

  Oh, I was sure we did.

  David said so himself, and I would have echoed it, if I weren’t super conscious of my boner. Of my need to get home someplace where I could handle it. Travis definitely looked and felt the same way as me, poorly hiding his raging werewolf.

  Eric fidgeted the same way Travis and I did, coming out from behind the bar.

  For once, David was last to join us. To start heading toward the door. “You sure you don’t need us to stay a little longer, give you a bit more of a hand? Honestly now…not, you know, that…” He grabbed his coat, and I barely resisted the urge to smack him upside the head. God, when he was sexed-up he could be dumb and embarrassing.

  Gwendolyn cackled lightly, filled with mischief and appreciation. “I’ll manage myself,” she said. “I have the last few nights, you know. After you guys left.”

  I could taste the innuendo on all of this as it dripped down my throat, settling in my shaft. My balls. Oh, I’m sure you have, Gwendolyn. But I handled that for you this time. And I hope to do so again. And again.

  I told her to rest well, and hurried out into the night. Before I did or said anything as stupid as David. Anything about wanting her to be part of the rest of my life. A serious girlfriend and wife, not just a one-night stand, or a fling. And when no other woman had ever made me feel that way. Ever made me want that.

  But it’s because she’s special. You’ve always known that. From the very moment you saw her, you knew, Alex. You knew she was different from all the rest. You knew she was going to make you want and need different things, and she’s proved that to you. She will only prove it to you more after tonight.

  These thoughts lacing my vision and insulating me from the cold dark, night I followed my heart back to David’s car. Though I had to wait for him to come up and unlock it, let us all inside, I didn’t care. It gave me time to accept what I already knew: that Gwendolyn wasn’t going to be a once-in-a-while deal. She was a once-in-a-lifetime woman. Someone I wasn’t going to let go of, even if I had to share. Even if she was never going to be truly my one and only, she was still the one and only girl for me.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Alex

  “What do we all want from her?” The fact that I’d been the one to ask this question out of everyone in the car, that surprised me as much as it did the other three. My brother looked at me like I’d been replaced by some alien parasite.

  “Are you seriously asking what I think you’re asking?”

  “Yes.” I looked at him, then back in the back seat at the other two. “It’s obvious we all want more from her than just sex. At least, I do. I want more than just physical things with her, and I never thought I would say that. I just… I have no idea what that could look like.”

  I thought back on how much it looked like she was enjoying herself between the four of us. I also remembered what David had said to me during that time as well. About me not being the only one willing to share.

  This exploded in my mind. Wait a goddamn, fucking minute. Does that mean… I searched my brother’s face, thought of Gwendolyn’s look she gave me when she saw I was being jealous of the other two. Does that mean she might want to actually fucking want to share us? Like, le
gitimately have all four of us? If so, then…

  “Yeah, I want that too,” said Travis. “Definitely. I’ve waited about as long as I wait for that delicious pussy of hers. I got to touch it, sure, make it come, but I want to eat it. Stuff it, you know?”

  “I do know,” said Eric, “and I definitely want more than sex from her. A long-term relationship.”

  “So maybe we could share her?” I clapped my hand over my mouth, staring at my brother feeling sorry and sick for even suggesting it. David, however, looked like he’s been waiting for me to make that suggestion, that connection, all along. Slowly, methodically I took my hand down off my mouth. “You’re okay with that, bro?”

  David nodded, smiling wickedly. “Oh, yeah.”

  I looked back at the other two. “I’m game,” answered Travis, looking confident and intrigued, despite his normal confidence issues in other areas.

  “I’d love to share her,” said Eric. He really did look sweet on her, but also nervous and afraid for something.

  “But?”

  “Only if she’s open to the idea,” added Eric.

  “Of course, only if she’s up for it,” I said. “I wasn’t suggesting we do any of that unwillingly.”

  Eric still appeared pensive, twisting his long, chestnut hair nervously in his fingers. Much too nervously for someone who regularly meditates and eats fucking granola bars, organic ones only. “I’m just not sure she can handle it, Alex.”

  “She can for sure handle our dicks,” I said, surprised at my own boldness. My crassness.

  “Most definitely,” growled Travis, “if we pace ourselves and her.” He licked his lips, already making plans. Making a schedule of who would do what when, I guessed.

  Eric’s eye-roll a second later distracted me from any further thoughts, though. “Not in that way,” he said irritably. “I meant emotionally, Alex. Spiritually, you know, because sex isn’t just about the body, it’s about the mind and spirit, too, and having all four of us at once? I’m not sure if she’ll be able to go through with that without breaking down.”

  “Before we take our misinformed communication out on her and possibly turn her off of the idea because we’re being overprotective,” said David, “let’s ask her first. Let’s see if she’s amenable to the idea, before going too far down the rabbit hole of her not being able to handle this or that.” There was an unknowing, knowledgeable pause. “Okay?”

  I gazed at David steadily, trusting and feeling that he knew something I didn’t. “Okay. We’ll do that. We’ll ask her what she feels about sharing us before we get too worried or overreactive.”

  “Good.” David started the car, the cranked on the heater “we all in agreement about this?”

  Murmurs of agreements popped up from the back seat, and from me.

  David tested the strength and temperature coming through the vents. “Then it’s settled. We’ll ask her what she wants.”

  “Together,” vowed Travis.

  “Together,” I said, speaking over years and years of believing that it wasn’t possible or good to share a woman that way. “We fell in love with her together, and now we’re going to take our relationship to the next level with her together.”

  “And only if she wants that from us,” added Eric, as if he were the compassionate clause in this agreement between all four of us.

  “Only if she’s willing and ready,” said David, his voice husky with the same need we all felt and were going to take care of the moment we got home.

  Yes, only if she is ready and willing.

  But if tonight proved anything, it was that you already feel that way, Gwendolyn. You’re just waiting for permission. I know it. I feel it. Permission we’re about to give you.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Gwendolyn

  The next day

  After my dreams came true the night before, I was up in early the next morning, confronted by stark and unavoidable realities. The most important of these being that it was one week before the Harvest Festival, and I had a lot of decorating and preparing to do. Pretty much all by myself, since the cook and the kitchen helper weren’t in yet, and the only other person scheduled to come in, one of my most reliable servers, Tina, another witch was someone I needed to talk to and make sure she remembered she was on schedule for today and tomorrow.

  I dialed her number quickly and efficiently, taking mental stock of what else I could and should do before extra reinforcements arrived. What decorations and lights I could do myself, without breaking my neck.

  True to form, the moment my call went through, and the line started to ring, Tina picked up. “What’s up girlie-friend?” Even at this early in the morning, she was raring and ready to go. I wouldn’t have been surprised if she were already dressed, already here, but just waiting for me to call and worry about her.

  “Good morning, Tina,” I said, grateful that someone in my life had something to look forward to, even if it was just another day to be alive. “I’m just calling to make sure you’re still coming in to give me a helping hand today.”

  “Of course, girlie,” she said. In the background, I heard keys jingling happily. On the outside of a cold-weather coat rustling with energy as she put it on. “Just about to head out now and head your way.” On the other end of the phone, I heard her front door opening. The creak of a storm door. “Did you think I wasn’t coming, or something? I know Stephanie up and quit on you a few days ago.”

  I reddened, hanging my head reflexively. “Nothing to do with that. I trust you completely, Tina. I just wanted to make sure my memory was still serving me. It’s been a wild couple of days.” It really had. And not just because of the Harvest Festival coming up, and all the worries and concerns I had had about that. But because of my four special humans. Saviors, who arrived as well.

  “You’re fine. Your memory is just as good as always, girlie.” Through the phone, I heard a faint blow of the wind. A curl of cold air. “I’ll be there in a few minutes. And then we can put up all those awesome decorations together.”

  “Sounds good, Tina. Thanks for being such a good friend and worker,” I said.

  “You betcha.” With that, she hung up, but I was immediately set upon by another phone call. Before I even had time to bring the phone down from my ear, it was ringing again. Puzzled and surprised, I hit answer, before even bothering to look at the screen.

  “Hello? Gwendolyn Bishop speaking.”

  A short pause, then:

  “Good morning, Gwendolyn,” said a voice I was familiar with, but hadn’t heard in a long time. Rough and baritone, it reminded me a little bit of my Dad, who had died when I was young, but more organized. Straightlaced. “It’s Tom Beringer. I know it’s been a while since we talked last, and that it’s a bit early in the morning for you, but I wanted to call and talk to you about something.”

  Tom Beringer. My banker friend. He’d worked with my grandmother and great grandmothers, before working with me. Unlike most bankers, he really had my best interest in mind and heart. Not just gathering interest on my loan, which now that I was talking to him on the phone, I remembered that I was a month overdue on paying. “Oh, shoot,” I said, pressing my hand into my forehead. “I’m so sorry, Tom. I know I’m behind a month on paying the loan that I worked into the mortgage. I’m so, so sorry!”

  Tom huffed sadly, and I knew this was the exact reason he called. “I know you are. I know you have some extenuating circumstances. Business hasn’t been as great as it used to be for you these past few months, so I really hate to be calling you about this this morning, but my boss’s boss, is really starting to have a problem with the fact that you are a month late. Also that the payments you’re making are barely enough to cover the interest that’s accrued since you took out the loan for renovations and remodeling a few years ago.”

  He paused, and in that pause, I heard the weight of his job. Also the cloud of Maxine’s threat, threading through unspoken. “He’s been pressuring me endlessly this morning about
taking that loan into delinquency and foreclosing on the bar, Gwendolyn.”

  He sighed again, this time sounding angry and sickened.

  “He’s adamant about it. I wouldn’t have as much problem with it if you were one of our irresponsible customers, if you were constantly coming up with excuses for why you couldn’t pay, but you’re not. I would also feel differently if I didn’t know that my boss’s boss wasn’t in the pocket of Mr. and Mrs. Axelrod. Their real estate business as an investor. It’s a conflict of interest at the highest degree, but there’s not anything I can do.”

  My heart raced like Maxine and her fucking husband were zombies clawing at my door. Their real estate business the plague. The infection, that wiped out more than half the block.

  “I know you can do much about what’s being asked of you, Tom, but please! I’ll be able to pay off my late loan payment after tomorrow. Tomorrow is my biggest day at the pub. It’s the Harvest Festival. Please don’t bring me into delinquency status. Please don’t foreclose on me, Tom! I promise. I’ll have the money to you by tomorrow evening!”

  Even as I thought of the Harvest Festival the customers I would have here, my mind went to Black Diamond. The auction Travis and the others had mentioned.

  “Just give me a little more time. I know I’m already a month late, and thousands of dollars in the hole, but I’m so close to making this work!”

  Tom was silent for a long moment.

  I feared he wasn’t going to care. I feared that he was going to decide his relationship with my grandmother didn’t matter in the face of his boss’s boss. Then, after an agonizing wait, “Fine, Gwendolyn. You’re a good girl. A responsible young lady, and I’d hate to put you in a bad way. Your grandmother was a good woman, and I gave her my word I would look after you. So that’s what I’m going to do. I’m going to delay the paperwork for a day, two tops. That’s all I can do, before my bosses get wise and force me to take things to the next level.” He blew out a burdened, frustrated breath. “I wish I could do more, Gwendolyn. I wish I could keep your loan and your business from ever going south, but I can’t. At the end of the day, I have to do what the bank’s policies command.”