by Dee Palmer
“Forever is a very long time.” She closes her eyes, and her words drift ominous and heavy, with such sadness and the weight of everything she’s not telling me.
“Finn, I thought you were still with Hope, how long have you been out here?” Charge steps through the open window onto the gentle slope of the roof that wraps around beneath our bedroom and overlooks the back yard and across the open fields. The sun has just fizzled into darkness on the horizon, and a billion stars are starting to speckle the sky. I love this part of the evening, and I’ll never tire of this view or the one that’s just appeared, my husband.
I look up as his bare feet step to either side of me, and he crouches down behind me. He shuffles his legs so they slide on the thick blanket, beside mine. His thick thighs clad in torn jeans encase me, and his arms wrap my waist. He’s discarded his t-shirt and the heat from his naked skin sears through my summer dress. He nestles against my neck and starts to pepper soft delicate kisses along the curve and up to my ear. I lean to give him all the access he needs, and moan when his teeth nip at my lobe. What was the question again?
“Finn?” I can feel his lips smile against my skin. It’s his fault I haven’t answered.
“Mmm?”
“Is everything all right? I thought you’d be gone for days the way you two ran off. Thought you had some catching up to do.”
“We do.” I let out a heavy breath.
“What’s up?”
“I don’t know. I mean we covered a lot in the few hours, but she’s not telling me something, and I get the feeling it’s big.”
“So?”
“She’s never kept anything from me. I’m worried. We always told each other everything. I hate that that has changed. I don’t like change.”
“Is this about Hope or the guys?” He leans slightly to the side so we can face each other.
“Hope…the guys…both,” I confess.
“Okay, well, Hope might just need some time. After all, you never told her you were coming here to marry four guys, did you?”
“I did…sort of. Okay, maybe I didn’t, but she would’ve flipped, and she might’ve changed my mind. So I had good reason not to tell her at the time.”
“Hell, yeah, you did. But the point is, you gotta give her time. She might be worried about how you’re going to react.”
“I love her; she’s like my sister. There’s nothing she could do that would ever change that.” I watch his smile widen with my assertion.
“And I’m sure she feels the same. How about you two just chill for a few days, have some fun, and if she wants to tell you, then she will. But this is her choice, Finn.”
“I know.” I lean back into his strong chest, tilting my head up as he looks down. “I’m worried that I’ve spoilt everything.”
“Would you stop with that?” He shakes his head, his laugh a deep throaty sound that always makes my heart swell, even when it’s heavy.
“But this isn’t what you all wanted. This isn’t what I signed up for. I don’t want to break us up, do you?”
“No, of course I don’t, but this is their decision, and I want them to be happy.”
“Maybe they just need to see us together and see that, although it’s different, it’s not so different. Maybe the ‘separate thing’ we do is what’s bothering them. Maybe they think we have something special.”
“We do.”
“I know we do, but maybe they just need to see us, properly, I mean, and they’d see it is special and different, but the same.
“So the answer is to let them in our bedroom to watch us fuck? I can tell you that is not happening.”
“Not exactly what I meant. I’m not explaining myself very well.”
“No, you’re not.”
“I know. Okay, how about this: Say it’s like having just one child. You love that one so much you can’t imagine ever loving someone else like that, but then you have another and you do. You just have more love to give.”
“Slightly better. You want me to talk to them?”
“I want us to all talk.”
“That we can do.”
“Charge?” I tilt my head back and twist to look up at him. His expression is innocent enough, if he wasn’t clearly fighting to hold back the wicked grin just tipping one side of his mouth. His fingers began crawling up my thighs with his last sentence, creeping slowly and lifting the hem of my dress as they go.
“Wife.” His fingers feel like flames skimming my skin as he lifts the light, floaty material up and over my head. The crisp evening air causes a wave of goosebumps to wash over my skin and does nothing to cool the incendiary heat he ignites whenever he touches me. His rough hands scorch my skin. His touch is fiercely possessive as he takes a breast in each hand, pressing me back against his marble firm body. A dizzy moan escapes, my breath gasps at the delicious thrill of dominance that pours from him and saturates my senses. I’m still shocked with the speed and strength of my body’s reaction to him, it’s like I have no choice in the matter. Somewhere along the way, my body became his, and all I can do is thank my body for choosing wisely.
I can feel my arousal drip from me like warm honey coating the tops of my thighs. I squeeze them together to try and quell the prickle of need growing in my core.
“Nah-ah angel. I want you to spread your legs, bend your knees, and drop them as wide as you can.” The rattled rasp in his voice belies the calm tone of his command, and I draw some comfort from the steel rod of the massive erection digging into my lower back that he is equally turned on. I do as he says, and I’m rewarded with an appreciative grumble that vibrates deep in his chest and makes me shudder from tip to toe. “Put your hands behind my neck and don’t move them.”
Even though I am effectively sitting between his legs, clasping my hands behind his neck forces me to arch and stretch, and with my knees almost touching the tiles, I’m completely exposed and vulnerable, just as he likes me. He moves one hand from my breast and cups me between my legs, holding me for a second, and I don’t know which one of us is generating the most heat. I do know I’m the one that’s melting. He places his thumb lightly on my clit, and I nearly jump from my skin with the shock of electricity that detonates every nerve ending in my body.
“I love that you’re so responsive.”
“I love that you make me respond. I love it more when you make me come.” I sigh and wiggle against him suggestively.
“All in good time, angel, all in good time.”
“You’re going to torture me, aren’t you?”
“It wasn’t my plan, not tonight, at least.” He chuckles, a sexy, throaty sound.
“Really? Phew, because I really need to come.”
“Oh, I didn’t say I wasn’t going to play. A little delayed gratification never killed anyone.” He teases, tweaking one of my pebbled nipples for good measure.
“As far as you know.” I jolt from the playful spark.
“Shh, and let me play, or that delayed gratification will last a lot longer than a few hours.”
“As you wish. You’re the boss.”
“And that means you call me…?” His tone flips from playful to serious in a panty-wetting second.
“Sir.”
“Good girl.” He sinks two fingers inside me and scissors in a rhythm that mirrors my frantic breaths, deep and vital.
“Ahh, mmmm, oh, god, Charge.” My whole body is alive with lust and desire. The pull of an imminent orgasm is instant, and I feel it race like a runaway freight train from my toes to my core. Rolling my hips to try and get some necessary friction, I cry out, whimpering with frustration when he withdraws all contact. I know better than to curse him out; after all, I do want to come eventually, but that doesn’t mean at this moment in time I don’t think he’s a sadistic arse-hat.
My chest rises and falls with his as our breathing patterns synchronise. My body is thrumming, and only when a noticeable degree of calmness has returned does he move. He brings his fingers to my lips. They gl
isten and smell of pure, intoxicating, undiluted sex. They smell of me wanting him.
“Open.” He slides them into my mouth, and I suck them clean. His cock swells behind me, and I grind back, eliciting a warning growl from the back of his throat. “Good things come to those who wait. You know that, angel, or would you like to a refresher on that lesson?”
“I’m good, thanks. Besides, patience is my newest virtue.”
“Good girl, now let’s try that again. Hold still and let me take you there, understand?”
“Sir.”
I know he said no torture tonight but this is actually worse than being strapped to our bed in a four point restraint system with all the toys in his arsenal at his disposal. This is up to me. I have to control my body’s instincts, no movement, no involuntary undulations, gyrating, or squeezing of muscles. It goes against nature, and I’ve never successfully managed, because, let’s face it, fighting Mother Nature is a bitch.
He drops his hand back to my core and works his fingers languidly up and down the length of my soaking folds, igniting sparks of erotic lust and desire to surge once more in my veins. Waves of ecstasy crash through me, and he is only just dipping his finger inside.
“Oh, god.” I grit my teeth, fighting the need to move, or sink lower onto his fingers, which are now buried three, maybe four deep inside me. He curls his fingers inside, rubbing my G-spot so perfectly I’m seeing stars behind my lids. I’m panting now, sweat gathers at my temples and slicks a shimmery sheen on my skin. I try to control the desperate urge to writhe as a thunderous charge of pleasure begins building at the base of my spine.
“Charge, please.” I’m so desperate to move to either quell the impending erotic onslaught or maybe bring it on, I don’t know which I’m begging for exactly.
“Angel, you’re doing so well.” He eases his fingers free, and I sag against him. That was definitely not what I was begging for. He does this seven times. Seven! After the seventh, I’m trembling with pent-up desire and erotic exhaustion. I bite my swollen lips, and, before I draw blood from the strength of the tension in my jaw, he inserts his fingers once more, grazing my engorged clit with the heel of his hand and pumping his long fingers with perfect precision. It’s instant and biblical. A tidal wave of pleasure crashes over me, rendering me speechless, utterly dazed, and a limp noodle in his arms. Cradling me until my ragged breaths return to normal, he then picks me up and carries me back through our bedroom window. He bypasses our bed and heads back outside and onto our balcony and the cool, star filled night.
He takes my arms from around his neck and kisses a tender, reverent path from my wrist to my shoulder. My floppy head rolls cross his chest, and I twist so I can watch him. He leans and seals his lips to mine, soft at first, then the kiss simmers, and I’m grateful he’s giving me a moment to catch my breath. I only need a moment.
He groans into my mouth when I slip my tongue between his lips and step up this dance. We tangle, swirling deep, duelling for each other’s breath, each other’s bodies, and each other’s souls.
Consumed with the need to have him, I turn in his arms and face him. It’s like the fuse has been lit, and the crackle is deafening. We both tear at his jeans, and he pulls them from his legs like they are on fire. I hover and crouch above his thighs, smiling against his lips as they collide once more with mine. His hands are on my hips, lowering me, and I thread my arm between us to guide his cock to just where we both need it to be. He curses when I squeeze him tightly in my fist. His eyes root me to him when I have him at my entrance, and we’re suspended in a moment of utter bliss. Piercing eyes, stormy with desire, penetrate me, making my heart swell and my soul soar. Time stops. There’s no air, no breath, and no sound except for the beating of our hearts, which serves as the only evidence that we haven’t actually died, because this is definitely heaven.
Sinking slowly down his considerable length I relish the shudder that ripples through his body. Every inch fills me, and only when I suck in a painful breath to force myself to relax do I know I’ve taken all of him. The muscle pulsing on his jaw matches my inner muscles squeezing his cock. As sublime as this is, feeling him fill me so completely, stretching me to the point of pain and making my body yearn for more, it’s also agony.
“What do you need, angel?”
“You, just you.”
“Good answer, anything specific?”
“Fuck me hard, Charge. Fuck me like you own me. Fuck me like you want me.” I gasp in stuttered shock when he grabs my hips and pulls me down onto him, surging up and spearing me. He rocks onto his knees and lifts us both. Standing, he slams me hard against the wall.
“I want you.” Lunge.
“I love you.” Thrust.
“I own you.” His mouth is hot against my neck, and I cry out at the bite. He sucks my skin into his mouth, drawing a deep tingling sensation from my toes. He’s relentless, driving into me like he needs more, like he can’t get deep enough. He slams into me, drawing an almighty orgasm out of me that strikes from nowhere and leaves me with tears streaking down my face. Kissing the wetness on my cheeks, his tongue scorches a path along my neck, drying where they fell. Urgent, passionate, deeply possessive kisses steal the air from my lungs and make me dizzy and delirious. He doesn’t give me chance to recover when he suddenly withdraws from me, spins me and moves us over to the balcony. He places my hands on the rail, bending me at the hips and dragging a firm, heavy hand down my spine from my neck to the curve of my cheek. He strikes a loud slap on my bottom that echoes into the night and then another. It’s like he needed to make sure its meaning was heard across the state of California.
Mine.
He spreads my legs with his, and without warning, thrusts into me, one swift, deep, and absolutely perfect move. With one hand on my hip and the other grabbing a fistful of my hair, he arches me back so he can capture my neck with his mouth and drive into me, chasing his own well-earned release. Every time he powers into me, he calls out, “I want you, I love you, I own you,” only changing his cry to a whisper when he comes.
“Mine.”
THE SUN IS JUST CREEPING across the hard wood floor and warming the chill from the night. Finn’s face is squished to the pillow, and her long blonde hair looks like golden strands of silk splayed across her naked shoulders. She has this light tan that seems to glow, and even though she’s sleeping, I can’t help myself. I press several light kisses on her shoulder blade and only stop when she sighs a sexy, sleepy moan that makes my cock spring to life. I roll away and squeeze the pressure from my balls. As tempting as it is to slide inside her sweetness, I messaged the guys late last night for a crack-of-dawn meeting, and they won’t take kindly to me getting mine when that may very well be the problem necessitating this meeting in the first place.
I honestly don’t know what’s going on in their heads, and I feel a royal shit for not picking up on the change. I’ve been so wrapped up in Finn, in us, I neglected to notice that my brothers were not sharing the same cloud as me. It was a shock to Finn and to me, and I want to do whatever I can to sort this situation.
We are family first.
I reach the bottom of the stairs and see that the others are already gathered around the kitchen island. Dragging my hand through my shower-damp hair I hone in like I’m on automatic pilot heading directly toward the rich aroma of the fresh coffee brewing.
“Glad you’re all here. You know a little heads up would’ve been nice, guys.” I reach for the pot and fill my mug, sliding onto the stool next to Toxic, opposite Pink and Tug.
“Sorry, we’ve really only just started talking about it, then Finn asked outright, so we just explained how we felt,” Toxic offers with an apologetic shrug.
“We didn’t plan on saying anything until we had it all figured out. I mean it’s just a feeling at the moment,” Pink adds.
“A feeling?”
“Yeah,” Pink says, as the others nod their assent.
“Okay, talk to me because our wife is freak
ing out that you don’t want her.” I emphasise the plural possessive in that sentence because it deserves clarifying, as do the consequences of their change of heart.
“Fuck, and that’s why we weren’t going to say anything until we had a plan,” Tug grumbles, pushing his empty cup away and rubbing his hand down his face with frustration.
“Well, the cat is well and truly out of the bag. So tell me what is the plan. And, for the record, I had no idea you guys weren’t having sex. That was news to me.” What Finn and I share is something different. I know that in my soul, and, yeah, I’d like her to be all mine, but I have her where it counts, and this isn’t what we had all agreed. “This new ‘feeling’ is also news to me.”
“Really?” Toxic turns his body to face me, and his expression is a picture of genuine surprise. I flash a tight smile and hold my palms up empty symbolizing the lack of knowledge I am holding about the whole situation.
“We are still—” Tug starts, and I cut him off.
“I didn’t say I wanted details. I just want to know what the problem is, because the only thing that matters is Finn.” My stern tone carries no uncertainty, but I soften my voice when I continue to explain my position. “You’re my brothers, and it goes without saying I want you all to be happy, but she’s my priority.”
Pink responds, but I happen to know they are all coming from the same united front. “She’s our priority, too, but something has changed, and you can’t un-change it. We need to find a path to a mutually acceptable future, a future together or not.”
“I can say the ‘or not’ is not going to go down well. She will feel she’s broken us up, so I’d rather we didn’t mention the ‘or not’ option.”
“It’s not the preferred option. You know that,” Toxic clarifies.
“So, what do you guys want?” I watch as they look to one another, each sharing the vacant expression of an idea not fully thought through. I try and break it down so we can build it into something we can all work with. “What I’m asking is: Do you really think it’s fair to ask her to help each of you find a wife? She loves you; this isn’t what we all signed up for. For her it would be like giving away her children. Not that she sees you as her children, but you know what I mean. Anyway, I can’t ask her to do that.”