“Bash, I will be honored to share your bed tonight.”
Patch states, “If he doesn’t keep you warm enough, you can slide in with me.”
Mack quickly pipes up. “Lady, my bed is available too. I have a great tongue, as you know.”
“I’m sure Bash will keep me very warm and satisfied. But thank you for your offers. I know where to find you should either need arise.” Yes, I am flattered by all the attention.
We chat about our high school days and the trouble that seemed to always find them. Patch talks about a few of the sexual adventures he’s had with some of the town’s women but refuses to stake any names to his claims.
“I know you guys have shared women. Tell me who they are. I will never tell them you said anything.” All three of them shake their heads.
Bash says, “No, those times are just for us and the ladies involved, of course. Our filthy, dirty sexual ménages will remain between us.”
“But why?”
“Would you want us to tell others about our trysts with you? They might put two and two together and figure out who you are,” Patch says with a raised brow.
“Never mind then. I’m no longer curious,” I respond, gulping down the last few drops of my beer. “If it’s okay with you guys, I’d like to take a shower. I still have all your scents on me.”
“Here, I’ll get you a towel,” Bash says as he scurries toward the bathroom. I follow him after collecting my backpack.
I forgot to pack a nightie so Bash loans me one of his t-shirts. It just barely covers my ass but I’m grateful nonetheless. I half expect my mom to call the strangely named phone numbers listed in my contacts but she doesn’t.
The night is dark and silent other than the soft snores from the beautiful man sleeping beside me. For so many years, I dreamed of being exactly where I am. I wonder if I’m going to wake up somewhere else and realize the past two days were nothing other than something incredible my lonely subconscious imagined.
I admire his lashes that seem to dance along his lids. The slope of his nose is almost perfectly straight which is odd. I remember when he broke it in grade ten. His lips are slightly parted and relaxed, allowing the deep breaths to slip freely in a soothing, rhythmic song.
His eyes pop open and look directly at me without first searching the room. It makes me uneasy. How did he know I was watching him?
“Are you okay? What’s wrong?”
I smile and shake my head. “I’m fine. I couldn’t sleep so I was watching you, hoping to give my brain incentive to shut down.”
“Wasn’t working?”
“No,” I pout.
“What can I do to help you sleep?” he asks innocently enough. “Do you want anything to eat?”
“No, I just want to look at you.”
Bash brushes his fingers along my cheek to capture a stray tress of hair and ever so lovingly tuck it behind my ear. The gentleness in his eyes is something I’m sure few have ever seen. How lucky am I?
“You are so beautiful. What are you doing with me?” he asks.
“I was wondering the same of you.”
He looks confused. “Goldie, you are the perfect woman, someone I thought should never have given me a moment of her time. You’re beautiful, smart, driven, strong and sexier than anyone I’ve ever met. Why are you here ... with me? What did I ever do right to deserve this moment with you?”
“I think we’re both lucky and deserving of each other.”
“If this is a dream, I don’t ever want to wake from it.”
I lean toward him and quietly press my lips to his. My hands cradle his cheeks as I gracefully straddle him. His cock is already thick and hard when I sit on him. I feel his hand reach beneath me, so I rise up. He aims his shaft between my folds and I slowly lower myself, enveloping his full length with merely a shudder.
Bash’s hands glide along my thighs, coming to rest on my hips. I nearly melt when I lift and lower for the first time and feel his fingertips dig into me as a moan escapes his depth. My pelvis rocks on him as he lifts and lowers his hips. It isn’t more than a minute before I’m on the verge of losing myself to him once again. I sit straight up so I can rock much quicker and bury him deeper inside me.
With the moonlight casting its shadow upon his face, he looks more innocent than he does in full light. Most people look more dangerous in the darkness, but not Bash. I see him for who he is. I know how fragile his heart is. If I’m not careful, I will break this man’s spirit. What a tragedy that would be.
His blue eyes appear darker than the bright blue the daylight proves them to be. This man is mine for as long as I allow him to be. I own him as much as he owns me. We are one, bound by this beautiful night which only the sweetest dream could have created.
He sits up, pressing his mouth to my right nipple and sucking it between his lips. As he rolls it with his tongue, the sensation shoots from my breast straight to my clitoris. I drop my weight onto him, forcing as much of his cock inside of me as possible, and grind my pussy against his strong stomach.
Both of us are breathing heavily. We’re lost in each other. His body feels hard and yet so soft. He’s abrasive but smooth. Strong bodied, but he is so very fragile. I look down into his eyes only to see them watching my mouth.
“I want you,” I whisper. “I want all of you.”
I can’t hold back any longer. My body rocks wildly as if with a mind of its own. His arms wrap around me, trying to gain some level of control but I’m uncontrollable. I hold his head against my chest, hugging him to me as my hips buck feverishly. The room spins around us as my body tenses and my orgasm shreds me.
I can’t tell if his cock is twitching and swelling inside of me or if it’s my pussy torturing him with a multitude of wicked spasms that have me clawing my nails into his scalp. His muffled growl proves beyond a doubt that he couldn’t prevent the eruption of his pleasure. When my pussy started milking his cock, it was simply too much.
He sits beneath me, his muscles clenching and his breath repeatedly catching in his throat. His cock twitches inside of me, expelling every drop of his seed in my depths. One final heavy exhale ends his climax.
I roll off him and curl up under his arm, my face resting on his chest. We lie here quietly as we slow our breathing. With a kiss to the top of my head, I am left feeling loved.
Chapter 9
A sudden brightness jolts me from my thoughts. Is it morning already? I wasn’t even sleeping, or was I? I don’t remember falling asleep.
I roll over, pushing my face into the pillow. His scent fills my nostrils and a smile creeps across my face. I’m in Bash Bear’s bed. We made love last night. I was his and he was mine. My hand glides along the sheet in search of him but he isn’t here. I want him. Starting the day in the same loving way we finished last night would be wonderful.
My thoughts veer toward my father’s stubbornness and my mood begins to sour. I flop onto my back and try to remember exactly how it felt to have Bash so deep inside of me. Yes, this eases my worries. Where the hell is he anyway?
I open my eyes, frustrated that he left me without so much as a good morning kiss. My senses liven up when I smell food and hear the hushed chatter of male voices from behind the closed door. With my breath held, I try to hear what they’re saying.
“I’m telling you, she’s mine. That girl is mine.”
“No way, brother! That girl is going places. You’re meant to be here, not in a big city, and you know it.”
“He’s not lying. Enjoy her while you can but you know she won’t stay. She’s meant for bigger and better than this lazy fucking town. Let her be who she’s meant to be. If you hold her back, she’ll only resent you later.”
“I know, but I fucking love that woman!”
“You’ve always loved her, even when she didn’t know you existed.”
“She said she’s always wanted me but thought I didn’t want her.”
“She’s just saying that so you won’t feel stupid for d
rooling so much over her tight little ass.”
I quietly open the door and lean against the frame with my arms folded over one another. “I really did like him but he seemed unapproachable, as did you all. Is that a collective attribute, or did the three of you just decide one day to start acting standoffish for the sole purpose of keeping people at a distance?”
The three of them stop dead in their tracks and look at me. It’s obvious they weren’t expecting me to be awake and listening in on their conversation. They seem suddenly shy, none of them choosing to respond. I snicker as I make my way toward the coffeemaker. Mack holds up an empty mug which I gladly reach for. He kisses my forehead before letting me take it from him.
He whispers, “Sorry if you heard something you probably shouldn’t have. It’s just brother-talk.”
I pour myself a mug full of the aromatic bean juice. I’m hoping this will jumpstart my weary mind and body.
Patch asks Bash, “Can you hand me that plate?”
After handing it to him, Bash walks over to me and kisses my lips with the same tenderness I felt last night. Nothing in his eyes has changed. He adores me.
Do I love him or is this simply a burst of endorphins from a new and exciting experience that fascinates me, as new relationships do? Am I simply in love with the dangerous excitement these three men incite? If it were only he and I, would the fascination still exist? I want to believe it would, but how can I be sure? Time will tell.
“You should have woken me,” I whisper.
“But you were sleeping so soundly.”
“You still should have woken me,” I say as I attempt to walk past Patch. He wraps his huge hand around my forearm, pulling me closer to him.
With his face inches from mine, Patch’s dangerous brown eyes burn hot. He hisses in a chest quivering tone, “Sit down, young one. You’re our guest and will sit that pretty little ass of yours at the table while we feed you.”
My pussy twitches when the grip of his hot hand eases and trails down my bare arm. I nearly melt from the tender caress. He’s a brutish man that stirs my animalistic urges like no other man ever has. Bash doesn’t scare me while thrilling me as much as this man-beast seems to do so easily, but it’s purely a physical reaction as my heart belongs elsewhere.
I shiver when my hot ass touches the cold wooden chair. I can feel the dampness building between the folds of my pussy. As tired as I am, my body still craves Patch’s ability to fuck me with a fierceness that turns me inside out.
The best distraction from my desirous thoughts is the liquid gold in the cup I’m clutching so lovingly in my hands. I cannot wait to get this fuel into my body. Morning coffee is a habit I got into when I moved into the dorm. The late nights and early mornings beckoned for caffeine. One day I’ll break the habit, but today is not that day.
Mack and Bash have begun eating before Patch even sits down. He finishes cooking the last pancake and flops it on his plate before setting the pan back on the stove. I quietly eat while watching the three of them interact as if I’m not in the room. The love between these brothers is so deep that it has me wondering what it would be like to have a sibling. When my parents have passed on, who will be my family if I’m not yet married with children of my own? They’re lucky to have one another.
“What are you thinking?” Mack asks while tapping my arm.
I’m suddenly aware that all three of them are staring at me. “What?”
“You seem lost in thought. I was wondering what you’re thinking?” he repeats.
“Oh, um ... I was just observing how you three interact. It’s foreign to me ... having siblings, I mean. So, what are all of your plans for the day?”
Mack replies, “Patch has to go to work and I have to work on the plans for the new cabin I’ve been hired to build for a couple who currently reside in China.”
“China? Why’d they buy property here of all places?”
He shrugs. “They claim its quieter here and that’s what they want.”
“It seems like a long way to travel for vacation.”
“They plan to retire here in about five years. In my experience, no matter the great intentions, they never stay. I build it, they come a few times and then sell after they realize their family will never take the time out of their daily lives to travel this far for a week-long visit. It’s a pity, really. They spend so much time and money to make the home to their exact specifications, but don’t get to enjoy it as they’d hoped to.”
“That is sad,” I whisper while seeing the similarities of that scenario to my father’s recent behavior.
“What about you, Bash? What are your plans?”
“I have a bit of work to do on the computer and then I have to go to town, but otherwise I’m all yours. What would you like to do today?”
I reply sarcastically, “I’d like for my father to come to his senses but that’s not likely to happen, so I suppose my day is wide open.”
“Will you come to town with me?”
“You want to be seen with me?”
He bows his head slightly and places his hand over his heart. “I would be honored to have you next to me for the whole world to see.”
Mack and Patch start making cooing and kissy noises to tease him for his tender-heartedness. I laugh at their silliness. I can picture them as young boys doing exactly the same thing if one had mentioned a cute girl in his class he had a crush on. I can almost see their mother telling them, “Stop that!”
I wish I knew them better when their parents were still alive. These boys must have driven them crazy at times. I can’t imagine raising three boys, each one different from the other but just as wildly spirited. What a challenge that would be.
“My father won’t like it when he hears about it from nosy onlookers who don’t know how to mind their own damn business.”
While wearing a confused expression, he asks, “He knows you’re with me, right?”
“Yes, but he won’t like that I’m letting everyone in town know. He’ll think I’m doing it purposely to rub it in his face. It’ll make him angrier. I’m sure of it.”
“You don’t have to come with. If you’re not ready, I understand,” Bash sympathizes.
“I’ll think about it, okay?” Bash nods while forcing a smile. I don’t want him to think I’m ashamed to be with him because I’m not willing to shout it to the whole town. I should’ve said I would go and proudly wear him on my arm. But I fear my father will permanently shun me if I don’t give him time to accept my decision to be with Bash before announcing it to everyone.
I quickly say, “I want to come with you.”
“Are you sure? You don’t have to.”
“Yes, I’m sure. I want everyone to know I’m with you and that I’m not ashamed to be with you. That didn’t sound right, did it? I just ... I want people to know that I trust you and that you guys are good men. People love to spread gossip, so, like the song says, let’s give them something to talk about.”
“Okay,” he replies with a solid nod. “Should we make out in the center aisle at Baneck’s Drug Mart? Better yet, we could fuck in the car in the hardware store parking lot.”
“Um, no! I don’t mean a nasty rumor.” I shake my head and roll my eyes. “You’re hopeless!”
Bash leans toward me and says, “But you want me.”
I swallow and clear my throat. “I do.”
With a tender kiss to my forehead, he says, “Then it’s settled, you’ll come to town with me.”
It’s quiet for a moment while everyone shoves pancakes and strawberries in their mouths. They are not delicate eaters. They can shove half of a pancake in their mouths and still close their lips to chew, but their cheeks are puffed out like chipmunks collecting nuts. I take smaller bites and try not to burst out in laughter. Had their mother been around, she would’ve broken them of their bad habits.
Patch says, “I think you should go home and try to talk to your parents at some point today.”
The thre
e of us stop chewing and look at him. He’s right; I should, but I really don’t want to. My eyes meet his expression of conviction. He wants me to settle this issue with my parents.
“It’s not that I don’t want you here. You’re welcome to move in if you’d like. But I think you need to make peace with your family. After that, come back here and spend the night with me.” His expression shows purely wicked intentions.
“Uh, she’ll be staying in my room, but nice try!” Bash announces.
“As interesting as that sounds, I’ll be spending my sleepover nights with Bash.” My bottom lip finds its way between my teeth suggestively.
His words are spoken slowly and seductively. “You can always visit me in my bed, you know, to test its firmness. Is it too hard? No, it’s just right.”
My lips curl up at the edge while my eyes fixate on his. He growls, literally! He has me instantly breathing heavily, my pussy tightening and my nipples desperately trying to poke holes in my borrowed t-shirt.
“Do you want me to fuck you right now?”
I shake my head. Shit! I haven’t even finished a cup of coffee yet. My body is defying me. It wants him, desperately.
“You want me, admit it,” he hisses.
“If I said yes, how would you go about it?” I’m a woman playing with fire.
He set his fork down slowly with his eyes still locked on mine. I sip my coffee delicately, hoping to bluff my way through this nerve-wracking conversation without choking on my coffee. He needs to know I can handle myself and resist him, even when my body begs otherwise.
Patch replies, “Little girl, I’d walk over to you, grab you by the arm and stand you up. I’d bend down and toss you over my shoulder and then carry you to my bed while spanking your bare ass.” I swallow hard but try to appear calm. “Keep talking to me with that sassy attitude and you’ll learn firsthand not to test me.”
“Do you not like a woman to challenge you? Did your cock get hard when you told me what you’d like to do to me?”
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