by Cleo Fox
I swallow hard. Gaze going back to the door, not sure if I care or not. "What if someone comes in." My hands undo the button and my zipper, my dick having taken control.
She shrugs. "I'm so horny I don't care. It'll either be one of the guys, or someone who works here, let them get an eyeful of my riding your cock."
Evie reaches into her bra and pulls out a condom, with expert speed she rips it open and slides it over my dick. Straddling my lap, she takes hold of my shaft and lowers her welcoming, slick heat down onto it.
I groan. "Fuck, you're so wet." I take hold of her hips as her hands go to my shoulders.
She pivots her hips and moans. "I told you I was horny. Fuck, watching you guys get all sweaty on stage. It gets me going. The best kind of foreplay." She pulls me into another hungry kiss, her tongue traces my lower lip, begging for entrance. I open to her, thrusting up into her as much as I can in our current seating arrangement. The plastic lawn chair doesn't allow for much give.
Breaking the kiss, I suck on my two of my fingers and run them over her plump ass to her tight ring. She leans into me, face going into the crook of my neck, as she tries to find more friction. "Yes, finger my ass, fuck!" she breathes into my ear, her gyrating on my dick slows.
I spit onto my fingers and add more lubrication. She's always been an ass girl, and I fucking love it. Helps since we do things as a group most of the time, which I don't mind.
Evie's lips find my pulse and she nips at it, sending shocks of pleasure down my spine and straight to my sack. I groan. "Fuck, love. Keep that up and I'll be shooting a load too soon."
Her walls spasm around my shaft as I push a finger inside her ass and pump it. She moans. "Same, if you keep fingering my ass like that, add another." Her hot breath ghosts over my ear.
She picks up the pace bouncing on my dick and pushing herself back onto my fingers. The chair scrapes along the floor, protesting the movement. I wrap my other arm around her waist, if we go down, I want her to land on me.
I look up at her face, watching as her head falls back and her lips part forming a gorgeous O, her eyes closed, the purple glitter shimmers in the dim lighting of overhead. She's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, no one has ever been able to compare to her. I've been in love with her ever since we were kids, and I'm certain I'll be in love with her still when we're old and senile farts racing down halls in our wheelchairs.
A moan erupts from her as her walls clamp down around my dick, pulling my own climax from my lips. *
I wake up with a start and peer around, fully expecting Evie to be there, stated with me. Only I'm in the Cabin where we spent most of our childhood winter vacations and she's in a room across the house, with no interest in me. I run a hand through my pompadour, and then grimance when wet material touches my dick. I lift the comforter to find my pants wet with cum. I sigh. "You have to fucking be kidding me." I haven't had a wet dream since I was virgin teenager, and I had plenty of sex dreams with Evie over the years. Even after she left. I might as well get up. It's not like I can sleep longer with this mess making me feel gross.
***
Showered and dressed in a simple pullover hoodie and a pair of tan jeans, I make my way downstairs, the house lays in silence.
"Glad to see I'm not the only one awake," Darius's voice meets my ears.
I jump as I reach the last step and turn toward the study to find him reading a book at the massive mahogoney desk partially built into the log cabin walls. with pair of high heeled legs sticking up in the air. I raise an eyebrow and go to him. "What are you reading?"
He turns the book to the look at the cover. "I'm not entirely sure. I found it on the bookshelf over there. There's a whole series of them, about a rich woman and this guy she pays to travel with her. It's funny and hot. I didn't think Evie would read something like this. But she must really be into them. There's over dozen books on the shelf."
I look at the shelf and go to them. "All from the same author, Penelope Lovingston. That's a name if I've ever heard one." I pick one up toward the end, and read the back. "Kendra is close to living her dream of traveling the world, her men are at her side, but can all good things last forever. What will she do when Derrick asks her to marry him. Can she really give up what she has with the others."
I look at Darius. "Kind of sounds familiar. Maybe that's why she likes him, the woman has more than one lover."
He shrugs. "Maybe. Who knows." He sets the book down on the desk. "Man, I'm hungry, there's really nothing to eat in this place. A lot of booze, but we finished off the food from last night. I don't think she eats as much as it looks like she drinks."
A frown pulls at my lips and I shove the book back onto the shelf. "Yeah, she does drink a lot. It's kind of crazy. My mind can't seem to comprehend it. She never drank even when we were underage and would get Greg to give us beers or whatever he was willing to give us back then. It felt like last night the only way she could function around us was if she was high or drinking, or both."
Darius nods. "I mean, we've partied hard in the last decade, it comes with the biz, but it's been a while since we got fucked up. I’m surprised there’s any alchohal left in the house after last night between the five of us.”
I nod and run a hand through my hair. "Yeah, it's more than a little concerning, because it feels like she's not doing to have fun, but to cover up her emotions. I wish we knew more of what happened to her, so we could piece it all together."
Darius leans back in the old high-back leather chair and swievls back and forth. I'm sure she'll tell us eventually, or we'll figure it out. I mean, we already know it wasn't us that made her run. Sure, that would've been nice to know all these years. But I think this will give us a reason to finally get out from under Harper. I've never liked the man. I should've left long ago, but I stayed for you guys."
I swallow hard. "Same. I wanted to leave, too and look for her, but it felt wrong not to do it as a group. I feel like we were all too afraid to make the move and fuck up what she got for us, a catch 22. But we can't keep thinking about what we should've done. We have a second chance here, to make things right. And if it's between her and Harper, I'm picking her, and punching Harper."
Darius's gaze went to the window. "I know she hasn't confirmed anything and we don't have proof. But from the way she's acting, and the fact our phones were messed with. It's going to be hard to not kill the guy when he decides to come around. The bastard."
I feel the exact same way. I sigh. "Do you think Titus will be asleep much longer?"
He nods. "Oh yeah, he'll sleep past noon probably, he didn't even stir when I tried to wake him up this morning, but he wasn't having it. Lance probably won't be up anytime soon, you know how he is when he knows he doesn't have to be up a specific time."
I nod. I sometimes forget Darius and Titus are together in some sense. They're hardly ever affection with each other in front of Lance and me unless we were completely out of our minds on ectasy or something similar. I think they think it bothers us, but we've never cared. At least they had each other for comfort while Evie was out of our lines.
I sigh. "Well, since the other two are going to take forever to rise from their beds, do you want to drive into town with me and pick up some food from the grocery store? I don't think I can wait around for someone to deliver it either.”
Darius stands. "Yeah, I'm down. I need food and coffee before I get hangry. It'll be cool to see town again, though, I kind of hope no one is around that'll recognize us, though."
I nod and head for the front door. "Same. It's been so long since we could do something normal like go to the store."
***
With shades and hats on, we make our way into the small grocery store. Darius grabs a cart and walks ahead to where a display of chips stands. He grabs one of each flavor tossing them into into the cart. I make a beeline for the prepared salads. Living a good portion of our lives on the road, we've learned to go for what is easy, but it doesn't mean that I don't try t
o be at least somewhat healthy. Hot Pockets and microwave meals tend to make me feel heavy after a while. But I guess we do have access to a kitchen now, so that means that we don't have to worry about that anymore. I also grab some apples, and various vegetable we can cook up later.
I return to the cart with a skip to my step and grin. "We can actually cook a few meals for once. No more take out or instant meals. Let's go see their meat selection."
Darius picks up his pace. "We can make steak, or chicken, oh, pork chops. I haven't had pork chops since the last time we stayed in New York for a few weeks."
I nod. "Over a year ago."
We zip around the store, until our cart is full to capacity with anything and everything that caught our eye, including enough eggs and bacon for at least week. I look at the cart and then at the tiny self-check out. "I think we may have gone a bit overboard. This is going to take forever."
"I can help you, come over to lane five!" A woman calls toward the front of the store.
A woman with graying brown hair braided down her back motions for us to come to her lane.
I don't normally like using the cashiers, because it's a higher chance of being recgonized, but the store is practically dead, and I don't want to have to do all this on our own.
Darius is already turning her direction, clearly thinking along the same lines.
She pulls the cart toward her once it's in reach, her blue eyes going between the two of us. "Are you the guys staying at Evie's place? You don't look like the typical tourist."
We glance at each other. How does she know that?
"Jake, my son, told me Evie had some friends over last night." She starts scanning items, her eyes not lowering from analyzing us. "In the last three years, there's barely been anyone up that way. I have to admit, I'm a tad relieved she has someone there with her. Every time Jake goes there I worry he's going to call me in panic that he's found her half dead again."
The hairs stand up on the back of my neck as my body vibrates with goosebumps. What did she just say? I clear my throat. "Sorry?"
She blinks. "Shit, you didn't know. There I go go with my big mouth again, Jesus, Kathrine, get your shit together.
Darius leans onto the edge of the conveyor belt. "Can you elaborate, please?"
She stares at us for a second. "Don't tell her I told you. You guys must not be close if you don't know, but I figure you should know, in case she tries something. I always worry about that girl after what she's been through. Fiance and baby dying in the same crash. I couldn't even imagine being the only survivor."
She continues to scan, the constant *beep* goes to my head and my blood only runs colder, my body hums with panic at the news. I shouldn't be listening, but at the same time, her words are making the pieces fall into place.
"About two years ago, Jake went over to her place to show her a piece he was working on. The boy has been in love with her since her and Micheal walked through those doors after they moved in. Anyway, he found the back door unlocked and suicide note on the table. She'd taken a bunch of pain pills and passed out in the tub, it's a miracle she's alive. Her parents came in here to thank him. Said if he hadn't found her when he had she would've sure died. I'm not religious, but something had to have pushed him to go her house at that right time. Ever since, he's always been worried about her. I'm sure it'll ease his mind to know that she has guests staying with her."
She shakes her head. her hands mindlessly grabbing for things and either scanning them or punching in numbers to her screen. "I mean, I can't say I blame her. I would lose it if I lost Jake, there would be no saving me. And her and Micheal were so in love. I've never seen a man adore a woman like he adored her. He worshiped the ground she walked on. Came in here late at night just to gt her whatever she was craving, always grinning like fool who won the lottery, but only he knew it." She sighs. "Such a shame he died."
I swallow hard. "H-how did they die?"
She stops scanning and blinks at me. "They? Oh." She shakes her head again. "She hadn't had the baby yet, they'd just reached the fifth month, and were at the start of nesting. Horrific car accident while they were coming back up from the city, a huge elk ran in front of their car and was hit head on. She was in the hospital for a while with injuries and rehab."
I stare at the card reader in front of me. It all made sense and at the same time I couldn't help but feel sick by knowing it.
"That'll be one-hundred-seventy-five dollars and thirty cents. Make sure to keep an eye on her, will you?”
I pull out my phone to the reader and my card and wait for the payment it be confirmed. A second later the long reciept appears on the screen and the lady starts to put the multiple plastic bags of groceries into the cart.
I manage out a thank you as I take the cart from her and the two of head out to the van. We load the groceries in silence before we each hope into the front and slam the doors closed. "Fuck," we say in unison and look to each other.
I lean my head onto the steering wheel. "We can't unhear what we just did. What are we going to do? Do we say something?" I turn my head to look at him.
Darius pinches the bridge of his nose. "I don't know. I'm glade we know, but at the same time."
I sigh. "Yeah."
He puts on his seatbelt and I do the same. He shakes his head. "Fuck, that's a lot. She was..."
"Pregnant."
What if we had shown up yesterday to her having a three year old running around and husband. That would've been a punch to the gut, but at the same time, at least she would've been living her life how she wanted
"But she lost it, and him. No wonder she's so on edge about the subject."
I start the engine. "The other room she keeps locked, it has to be nursery. That woman said they had started nesting before they..."
Darius runs a dark hand over his face. "Why didn't her parents reach out to us when... I mean, I get it, but fuck. We should've been there for her. She went through that, alone. I can't even begin to imagine."
I swallow a thick ball of spit. "Jesus, fuck. This is a lot."
"Let's get back to the cabin and act normal. She'll tell us eventually, and in turn Titus and Lance. We can't tell them, we just can't.
I nod and pull out of the parking space. "That sounds like a good plan.”
***
We lug the groceries into the house and to the kitchen.
"Dude, I don't know about this," Titus's voice met my ears as we set them down on the table.
Darius and I look to each other. That does not sound like a good idea.
Leaving the groceries we had upstairs to the and down the small hall way that went straight back from the landing, toward Evie's old room. Lance and Titus stand in front of it, still in their sweats and grunge shirts.
"What the hell do you two think you're doing?" I harshly whisper at them, hoping Evie isn't already awake. If she finds us here, knowing what I know, I doubt it'll end well.
Lance looks to us. "I just want to peek inside and then I'll close the door. The curiousity is eating at my brain. I dreamed about it all night long."
Darius's hand comes up to pinch his nose. "Dude, I know you're impulsive, but shove it down. What's behind it isn't any of our business. Ty, don't open it, please."
Titus pushes his glasses up his nose and steps back from the door, one of his picks still in his hand. "I wasn't sure about it, I don't think it's a good idea either. If she wanted people to know, she wouldn't keep it locked or put a special door knob on it."
Lance reaches out and snatches the picks out of Titus's hands. "I need to know. It's all I've been able to think about for days. I step forward to stop him but he surisingly knows how to work the picks and is turning the knob before I yank him back and knock some sense into him.
"C'mon it'll be fun. This is just a test to see if this will work, I'm still toying with the sensors, but I also want to hear your beautiful voice, my love." A man's voice comes from the room.
Chapter Nine
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p; Evie
I stir awake to the sounds of raised voices. The memory filled dreams fade from my brain in an instant. I hadn't thought of those first days in so long. How it all came together to morph the type of relationship I had with the guys for so many years. It basically started out with me making everything fair between them. If I kissed one for twenty-seconds I had to kiss the others for just as long as well. And over time, we just fell into me dating all of them, because that was what was fair and it didn't require me to choose between them, which we knew would break up the group if I did that.
Something in my gut rolls as I wake up more. I get up from the bed and open my door. What are they up to? I go to the top of the stairs and look down them to the entrance.
"C'mon it'll be fun. This is just a test to see if this will work, I'm still toying with the sensors, but I also want to hear your beautiful voice, my love."
My head turns in the direction of the nursery. Micheal's voice. My feet carry me that direction to find the guys standing at the edge of the room, the door open.
"Are you sure you're a producer? Because my voice is anything but beautiful. You'll have to autotune the shit out of it." My voice meets my ears.
"Don't curse, they might hear you."
Past me laughs. "They can't hear me curse, Micky."
A few piano keys play. "You don't know that. What if they come out and the first word they say is shit? Huh?"
I push past the guys into the nursery. The room I hadn't looked at even once since I got home after rehab, I couldn't, it was too painful. I didn't know he'd gotten the sensor to work perfectly, that it had been waiting all this time to play. It was supposed to turn on and play a good morning song whenever we opened the door--for the times when he couldn't be there to sing with me--and he had us film a test video for it. I come to stand in front of the screen that hangs across from where we were going to put the crib. Different shades of yellow paint swatches mar the white walls. We’d been trying to decide between four shades that were nearly identical.