“I’m yours,” I whisper. “Please, don’t hurt my heart.”
“I’ve been waiting for you for so many years. I love you, always have. Hurting you ... I never could.”
His hips wave against me, pressing him so deeply into me that I think he may get stuck inside forever. I hope he does. I don’t ever want him to slip out.
The room around us fades away as the friction between us seems to be building a fire deep inside of my belly. My hips leap up to meet his downward thrusts. With my legs wrapped around his thighs, I hang on, not letting him get too far away from me.
We are spinning out of control and my heart has given itself to him for safekeeping. Perhaps it was his all along and that’s why I’ve never fallen in love. The lights have faded from my vision, only his face seems illuminated. My walls tighten around his thrusting shaft, urging him to never stop.
My fingernails dig into his back, begging him to take me! Take all of me! I’m fallen away now, lost in the vastness of my climax. My lids squeeze shut but my mouth gapes, willing to take in air if only my lungs should ever resume function. I’m frozen in time, stuck at the peak of my orgasm as his prick swells inside of me, stretching my already full vagina.
With a hard jerk, Bash spills his hot seed deep inside me. I cry out as I’m drawn back from my euphoria. My entire body shutters beneath him as the walls of my pussy twitch around his throbbing cock.
His eyes remain closed as the pained expression of orgasm eases from his face, replaced by a level of calmness I understand so well. Slowly, his eyes open to discover that I’ve been watching him.
We remain joined together as his sweet kisses ease away the tensions of my life. I could do this always, with him. With great regret, he rolls off me and onto his back, pulling me against him.
Chapter 4
I rest my head on Bash’s tattooed shoulder. My finger traces the outline of the wolf’s head that stares out from the left side of his chest, its teeth sharp as if protecting what hides beneath.
“Is the wolf here to protect your heart from women who want to break it?”
“It’s there because it’s already broken and vulnerable, so it needs to be protected.”
I look up at his face, but he doesn’t look at me. I ask, “Why is your heart broken?”
“When my parents died, it nearly destroyed me. It took a long time before I could even talk about them without a burning pain in my chest. The wolf is there to remind me that Patch will always protect me. The wolf on the back represents Mack, because he always has my back. If it weren’t for Patch willing to watch over me, I would have ended up in foster care. He was only eighteen when they died.”
“You were twelve. I remember the principle and guidance counselor coming into the classroom to get you. Nobody knew what was happening. When she whispered in Mr. Heavest’s ear, his face fell sullen and his eyes darted straight at you. He wore an expression of pity. I just knew something bad had happened and it involved you. I wanted to go with you right then but was afraid to anger my parents. The teacher told us what happened after he was sure you were out of earshot. I cried all afternoon.” The memory causes a lump in my throat and bringing tears to my eyes.
“Why did you cry? You didn’t know my parents very well.”
“I cried because I could imagine how much pain you were in. My parents were called to come pick me up and bring me home. I didn’t know why it hurt me so much.”
He places a kiss on the top of my head. I felt his pain that day, and still. I’ll never forget it, as I’m sure that day will forever haunt him.
“I know they died in a car accident two weeks before the end of the school year, but what actually happened? You don’t have to tell me if it’s too painful. I’ve heard so many far fetched stories.”
“Farfetched? Like what?”
“Well, one person said a Bigfoot ran out of the bush and they swerved to avoid it. Another said the truck driver, or the driver of the other car, was drunk. Then some said your father was a mean son of a bitch and did a murder/suicide. I didn’t believe any of them.”
“Wow! A Bigfoot, huh? That’s one I hadn’t heard,” he laughs.
“My parents wouldn’t even talk about the accident. They said it would bring bad luck to speak of the dead. That made no sense to me. They simply told me to stay away from you boys because you were wild to begin with, and without parental guidance, the three of you were going to end up in prison or dead.”
“Sounds like your parents never liked my family even when my folks were alive.”
“Well, you didn’t go to church three days a week and you boys hated wearing proper clothing like shirts and shoes.” I roll my eyes and shake my head while my fingertips trace the valleys between his washboard abs. “So, what really happened?”
“They were on their way to get groceries when someone appeared to be trying to pass them on the highway. A witness said that woman was swerving all over the road just before she ran into the back of their car, sending them head-on into the grill of a semi coming in the opposite direction. They all died instantly. It was determined the woman who caused the accident was having a seizure and that’s why she was driving so erratically. I take comfort knowing it was sudden death and they didn’t suffer. The caskets were closed, so I didn’t get to say goodbye. It’s like I haven’t had closure yet. Anyway, wolf tattoos are my brothers and they protect me.”
“I’m sorry about your parents. That must have been very hard for you.”
“It was harder on Patch than either Mack or me. Patch took on all the responsibility of raising us. Mack was sixteen, so he pretty much took care of himself, but I needed parenting. I regret giving Patch such a hard time. Maybe that’s why we still argue a lot. If you keep touching me like that, I’m going to take you, hard this time.”
“Is that so?” I ask, teasingly scratching my nails along the sensitive skin below his belly button.
“Do you think you can handle another fucking or is your pussy sore now?”
“I’ve had three men inside of me today, so yes, I’m a bit sore. It’s wonderful but taxing. I should be getting home.”
“I can walk you,” he says as he sits up.
“No, you can’t. If my parents see me with you ... well, it won’t be a good thing.”
“True. Your dad might shoot me,” he says with a jest.
Little does he realize my father just might. I’m his little girl and Bash is a Bear brother, a dangerous Satan worshipper who has soiled my good reputation. Well, they’re probably right about that last part.
I slip my dress over my head and straighten it by gliding my hands down along my hips. Bash has his jeans on in no time. He arranges my boots so I can slip into them easily. I follow him through the living room. The unmistakably delicious scent of someone working hard in the kitchen fills my nostrils, making my mouth fill with saliva.
“Hey, what’s for supper?” Bash asks Mack, who is standing over a pot holding a heavy ladle.
“Rabbit stew. Can you set the table? Goldilocks, you’re staying for dinner,” he insists without giving me the courtesy of posting it as a question.
“No, I can’t. I wish I could, but I must get back. Thank you for the invitation. It smells great.”
“Are you sure? You can call home to let your parents know you’re here,” he says as he offers up his phone.
I pull mine from the pocket of my dress, showing it to him. “I’m set, thank you. But no.”
“She can’t stay. Her parents would freak out if they knew she was here. They don’t care for us all that much. We’re wild boys, don’t you know?”
“Wild boys?” Mack repeats as he drops the ladle in the pot and grabs Bash around his waist, pinning him against the wall as if wrestling in a professional cage match. “We are a bit wild.”
Mack fakes a few punches to Bash’s kidneys while they laugh.
“It’s true, they think we’re Satan worshippers because we don’t go to church.”
M
ack releases him, tussling his hair in the process. “Well, we are doing our best to get their daughter into some trouble.”
“Yeah, we’re corrupting her with our bad-boy, seductive ways,” Bash teases me with a wave of his eyebrows. I smile agreeing with him.
Patch walks up behind me, slapping me on the ass as he passes by. “You’re both wrong. This hot, young thing is corrupting us.”
Mack walks up to me and says, “Hell yeah she is! And, I for one, like it a lot.” He kisses me gently on my lips and then looks me up and down. “I hope we get to play again soon.”
My eyes shoot to see Bash’s reaction but he’s sampling the stew and adding salt while Mack is distracted. Patch grabs the spoon from Bash and pushes him out of the way so he can scoop up a taste for himself.
“I ... I don’t know. Bash asked me to date him ... so, I’m not sure it’s appropriate,” I reply shyly.
Mack looks at Patch and then they both look at Bash. Mack asks, “Did you pee on her to mark her as your own?”
“I think he came on her, not peed on her, dumbass,” Patch corrects him with his deep voice that vibrates my chest.
“He didn’t do either,” I reply. “He came inside me, not on me, and there was certainly no urine involved.”
“It’s not unheard of,” Bash tells me with a look of expectation.
“What?” The look of shock on my face has all three of them laughing. “Oh, fuck off, all of you! Nobody does that!” I reply with a flushed face, embarrassed about my gullibility.
Patch kisses my forehead before whispering in my ear. “Some people are into golden showers, but you can relax, we aren’t. I would really like to fuck you again before you leave for school. Come by anytime.”
My breath catches and I find myself biting my bottom lip. My face is flushing again, and my pussy is instantly hot and wet. He’s a fun, hard fuck, and I want him again too.
“I’d like that, but it’s up to Bash whether he wishes to share me or not,” I whisper, but Bash and Mack both hear.
Bash takes my hand. “Goldie, you can fuck whoever you want. I told you that. I want your heart. The rest of you is yours to do with as you choose. If you want to fuck Patch and Mack right now, right here, it’s your prerogative. I won’t be upset. In fact, I might help out again.”
All three of the smoking hot brothers are looking at me with their chests bare and bulges in their jeans. My mind is whirling with thoughts of having all of my three holes filled at the same time. I swallow hard. My face is still flushed but its cause isn’t so much embarrassment as it is arousal. My pussy is dripping wet. I can feel my walls clench and it wakes me from my fantasy.
“I, um...” I clear my throat. “I have to go.”
Bash reaches out for my hand and I join it. “I’ll make sure she gets home safely. Keep supper hot for me.”
“Take too long and we’ll eat your share,” Mack teases with a wink. “See you soon, Goldilocks.”
“Bash can give you our phone numbers so you can call us anytime the urge hits you.” Patch’s grin is wide and friendly, which seems unsuitable for his perpetually dangerous scowl.
“Thank you for ... you know,” I say, and then wave nervously as I slip through the doorway behind Bash.
As we walk, Bash says, “My brothers really like you.”
“I like them too,” I say with a crack in my voice.
“What are you doing tomorrow?” he asks as he takes a few wide strides and then starts walking backwards in front of me.
“Careful, you’ll trip,” I warn him.
“As long as you fall on top of me, I won’t mind.”
I smile and flutter my lashes in a nervous gesture. “I don’t know what I’m doing tomorrow. Nothing is set in stone. My mother mentioned shopping for school supplies but I have everything I need, so I might just pass on that.”
“You shouldn’t,” he says.
“Shouldn’t what? Pass?”
“Yeah. She loves you and just wants to spend time with you before you move back to school.”
“You’re probably right. I’ll go if she asks. I can say that I need a new laundry hamper or something.”
He smiles and turns, slowing his pace until I am at his side. We walk hand in hand, in silence and lost in our own thoughts. I’m thinking about how hard and ruthlessly Patch fucked my pussy. And how Mack pleasured my clit with his mouth and then carefully slid his cock into my ass for the first time ever. But my thoughts are focused around Bash and the tenderness he showed me while our bodies and hearts became one. Even if our momentary love affair fades too quickly after I leave him, it will forever be instilled in my heart, totally and completely having taken me.
“Goldie, promise me that you’ll come see me before you go back to school,” he begs with sadness behind his words. His eyes look straight ahead as if looking at me will utterly destroy him if I should deny him his request.
“I promise to see you again before I leave. Maybe I’ll visit your brothers again too if you’re sure that would be acceptable.”
“Yes, Goldie, I’d like that too.”
“Can I ask you why you call me Goldie and not Goldilocks?”
“Because nobody else does,” he replies with a silly smile. “It’ll be my pet name for you. Goldie. It has a nice ring to it. Don’t you think?”
“Sure, why not? Normally I’d hate it but as long as you’re the only Bear brother to call me Goldie, I’m okay with it.”
“Do you not like the nickname?”
“I do as long as you’re the one saying it,” I reply after taking his outstretched hand so he can help me over a tree trunk that fell during the last storm.
“It’s mine and only mine.”
“When do you return to university?” I ask.
“I only have one more course I’d like to take before I agree to graduate. I don’t have to take it but I think it’ll benefit me. It doesn’t start for a few more weeks. How many credits do you need?”
“None, actually. I wanted to go back to get a few extra credits. I’m worried I may not live up to the expectations of life. But now I’m rethinking that idea. I’d like to stay here with you. I won’t because that would be ridiculous! I’ve worked my whole life for my education.” I look at him and look away, wondering if I should confess something. “I didn’t tell my parents this, and I hope it stays between us, but I already wrote the final exam to get my degree.”
He looks at me with surprise. “You did? How did you do? And, the better question would be, why are you going back?”
“I wasn’t ready to start my life, I suppose. I really like knowing that I can if I want to. Maybe I’m afraid to fail at real life. You probably think I’m an idiot.”
“Of course not! You’re a very intelligent woman, definitely not idiot material. So, if you’re not taking classes, why return?”
“I’m signed up for additional classes to bump my qualifications.”
“Do you not think you’ll be a good nurse?”
“Of course, I do. I was working at the nursing home two blocks from my school and they’ve asked me to come on full time, but I don’t know where I want to be. I have to decide whether to take that job offer, which is a good one, or look for something closer to my parents. I don’t want to live with them forever and I fear that’s what they’ll expect if I decide to move back this way.”
“Move in with us! There, issue solved!” Bash isn’t laughing.
“Is that a joke?” I ask. “I think my parents would disown me or, at the very least call me a heathen.”
“So?”
“I love my parents, but I don’t think they’d accept that decision. Besides, before today, you hadn’t said more than a dozen sentences to me, and all of a sudden you want me to move in? I don’t think so.”
“Well, the offer stands. Mack can design a log cabin for you on our property and you can live there rent-free as long as you want. I can live in the big house with my brothers. No pressure!”
“T
hat’s very kind. Excessive, but kind. Why don’t we take it a little slower than that, shall we?” I stop walking and turn to look at him.
“Slower? It took us fifteen years to get here. How much slower can we go?”
“Well, this is where I leave you.”
“I know,” he says, looking very disappointed that we’ve arrived near my parents' home. “Give me your phone.”
I hand it to him and watch as he puts all of their phone numbers in it. He hands it back to me with a silly grin.
“I named us Fucker, Eater, and Lover. That way, if your parents happen to look through your phone, they won’t know it’s us.”
I roll my eyes and scan for their names. He really did use those titles. “Right, because Fucker, Eater, and Lover won’t give cause for concern.”
He laughs, kissing me once before turning me toward my parent’s house and cracking my ass with his palm. I gasp, having not been expecting it. I rub it as I make my way across the yard. I’m sure he’s laughing as he watches me try to soothe my butt.
“What’s the matter with your bum?” my mother asks.
I jolt, not realizing she was standing behind the sheet hanging from the clothesline and swaying in the breeze.
“I fell and landed on my... do you need help?” I ask, hoping to change the subject before she can see through my lie.
“Sure!”
As we hang the remaining sheets, I catch her glancing at me more often than one should.
“What is it?”
“Hmm?” she asks, trying to seem innocently oblivious that she was staring.
“You’re staring at me.”
“Oh, it’s nothing.”
“Spill it, Mom!”
She turns to look toward the house as if making sure nobody is within earshot. “I know where you were and I’m alright with it, but don’t tell your father.”
“What?” I ask nervously. My body quivers with a strange childhood fear of getting caught. She can’t possibly know where I was.
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