4. Spencer
4
SPENCER
“This is gorgeous,” Alyssa said as the four of us hiked through the woods. The sun was barely up, but between the kids and work, we all would’ve already been up back home in our time zone.
“Very gorgeous,” Flynn said, his eyes on her and the flimsy sundress she was wearing.
Alyssa grinned. We’d seen her in all forms—with full makeup and a slinky dress. With no makeup, a leg cast, and pain shadowing her face. She looked beautiful no matter what. And by some miracle, she seemed to like the way we looked just as much. Even though Raphael needed a shave and Flynn’s ancient T-shirt was covered in paint splatters.
“It’s a lot different than back home,” Raphael said as he walked alongside our girl. “The trees, the hills… everything. It’s pretty, but it’s not?—”
“Home. It’s not home.” Even though Alyssa had lived in Louisiana for a short time, it had grown on her, just like it had on me and my brother years ago. Of the four of us, only Raphael was a native to the state. But it was home now, and he was right, it did look different.
“The trees are older there. Taller, too. More… feral.” Flynn had been pretty feral himself at one point, so he ought to know.
Alyssa grinned and waited for him to catch up. “If they’re too feral, you could do the same thing you do to the stray tomcats back home.”
Since Flynn still did shifts at the veterinary clinic, we knew exactly what she meant, and the three of us winced in sympathy for the male animals.
“I don’t think that works on trees,” Raphael said. Perhaps because he was thinking about home, his Cajun accent seemed more pronounced. Or maybe that was just because I was thinking about home.
I’d spoken to the kids a half hour ago. They were fine, and eager to go play, but I still missed them. And it had touched me, seeing the way Alyssa’s eyes lit up when it was her turn to speak. Charlotte and Lucas had lost their mother far too young, but they had two amazing uncles, and now they had someone else in their life. There really wasn’t an easy label for what Alyssa was to them—or maybe there was, and I just wasn’t able to say it aloud yet. But there was no doubt she was amazing with them. She filled a hole they had in their lives, and I couldn’t be more grateful for that.
So yeah, I wanted to be with them right now, but not unless she was there, too. Unless all of us were.
I watched as she walked, hand-in hand with Rafe and Flynn. Okay, I mostly watched her ass, but I was thinking relatively pure thoughts. It had been good to see her smile unreservedly when she talked to the kids. Though I knew she was happy to spend time with Kylie and Sierra, this weekend was hard on her, mostly because of her brother.
Flynn, with his hot head, was very ready to give Mason a piece of his mind. The guy was in his own multi-person relationship, so he seemed like that last person to judge, but… life wasn’t that simple sometimes. At times, I couldn’t help but think ahead to how I’ll feel when Charlotte starts dating. How hard it will be to trust any young man who takes her out. The fact that I was concerned about her future love life and not my son’s was sexist and old-fashioned… yet sometimes I couldn’t help it.
So I sort of got where Mason was coming from, but at other times, like when his words or actions put a frown on Alyssa’s face, I was almost willing to let Flynn loose on him—or punch him myself.
Alyssa looked back at me over his shoulder. “Have I mentioned that it would be nice to have three hands sometimes?”
I smiled because I knew she wanted me to. “You have, yes.” She always joked how she wished she could hold all of our hands at once.
“I volunteer to hold onto a different part of you,” Flynn said, and she laughed and slapped his hand away.
“That’s why I like walking with the twins. I have enough hands for them.”
“Your body looks pretty damn perfect to me,” Raphael said. I was in total agreement with him on that one.
We walked for a few more minutes before Raphael pointed something out through the trees. A little stream cut through a small clearing fifty yards away. Immediately, Alyssa headed that way and I followed, ready for a break.
After making her way to the creek, she pulled off her sandals and waded into the shallow water while Raphael sat down on a good-sized rock nearby. “It’s cold,” she said.
There was a log near the creek. It was cut cleanly at both ends and had been set there like a bench, so I obliged. “The sun’s warm enough.”
“Yeah, but not like at home,” she said, and it warmed my heart every time she referred to it that way. “Less… something.”
“Less humid?” Raphael ventured.
“Just different,” she said. “Is anyone going to join me in the water? It’s not bad once you get used to it.” She reached out a hand to Flynn, the only one of us still standing.
He reached out, too, but not for her hand. Instead, he held his palm up as if expecting something.
She frowned. “What?”
“I’ll join you for a price.” The tone of his voice suggested what kind of price he meant, but Alyssa looked confused.
“What price?”
“Your panties.”
Her jaw dropped, and I bit back a laugh. You’d think she’d know, after all this time, that Flynn’s mind was always in the gutter. Though so was mine when I was around her.
“You don’t need them out here,” I said when she looked over at me.
“W-what if the others walk by?” Alyssa sputtered.
“She protests… but she also wore a skimpy little sundress for a hike in the woods,” Raphael said to no one in particular.
I raised an eyebrow at her. Rafe had a point.
“I knew it was going to be hot,” she said, but her expression told a different story.
“And you knew we’d have some fun at some point today,” Flynn added.
“Well, yeah, but… we’re outside.”
Flynn snorted. “Like that’s ever stopped us before?”
Alyssa’s soft cheeks turned pink. “It’s different in a treehouse.”
“Too bad we don’t have time to build one,” I said.
Flynn still had his hand out, waiting for her panties.
“Take them off, cher,” Raphael advised.
“For god’s sake,” Alyssa muttered. She grabbed onto a nearby tree trunk and bent forward. Perhaps to spite us, she managed to push down her panties without raising the edge of her little dress—a shame, in my opinion.
She shimmied out of her panties, somehow keeping them out of the water. Then she tossed them at Flynn, straightening up and smoothing down her skirt.
“Was that so hard?” Flynn examined the silky little fabric and then stuffed it in his pocket. Then he kicked off his shoes and stepped into the water with her. She was evidently not truly irritated since she immediately moved to his side. He slid his arm around her shoulders.
Raphael leaned back, the sun hitting his face. “Now your bra.”
“What?” Alyssa yipped, and she kicked some water in his direction.
“Flynn got a souvenir, so why shouldn’t I?”
“For one thing, you didn’t get in the water,” Flynn pointed out.
In response, Raphael got to his feet and immediately strode toward them, not even bothering to take off his shoes.
“Well, now he is,” Flynn said before addressing Raphael directly. “Go ahead and take off her bra. She’s not going to say no.”
“I’m not?” Alyssa asked. “Why not?”
“Because your mouth will be busy.” He spun her around as she squealed. But he dipped his dark head over hers, and he was right, her mouth did get quite busy.
Raphael moved up behind them and ran his hands over her shoulders. I could hear her moan from here and watched the way she shivered in delight. Rafe’s hands moved to her sweet ass, and I envied the way he touched her nearly bare skin. When his nimble fingers tugged down the back of her dress to undo her bra, rather than protest, Alyssa reached backwards, her fingers grazing his sides.
With practiced ease, he peeled down the straps, Flynn lifting her arms one at a time while Rafe removed the garment. We did this kind of thing a lot, but it was still fun to watch—and I’d be joining in soon.
Alyssa pulled away from Flynn’s kiss, and her voice was heavy with desire. “If Mason walks by, I’ll kill you.”
Rafe’s only response was to tuck her bra into his pocket and reach around to cup her breasts. Flynn tilted her head so that he could nuzzle her neck. “And then he’ll kill you, too,” she mumbled after a moan.
“Worth it,” Flynn said, his voice muffled as he latched onto her throat.
“So Flynn got your panties, Raphael got your bra… guess that means I get your dress,” I said, still enjoying the show.
“Not a chance.” Alyssa’s previously dreamy voice was unexpectedly firm, and I laughed. She looked over at me and she started over, catching Rafe and Flynn’s hands and dragging them along.
I grinned as she moved toward me. In the bright morning light, her little sundress was practically see through. Her hair was tousled, and her lips were swollen… it was a delicious sight.
Then her bare legs were on either side of mine. “Hey,” I protested as water dripped on me. “Your legs are wet.”
She grinned. “That’s not the only part of me that is.” My cocked throbbed in my pants. I loved it when she proved that she wasn’t the shy young woman I’d first met.
Alyssa bent down, fumbling at the fly of my pants. Flynn took that as an opportunity to flip the edge of her dress up and grope her ass.
Eagerly, I pushed her fingers aside and undid my pants. Raphael put his hands on her shoulders and eased her down so she was straddling me. She moaned as she rubbed her pussy over the length of my cock. I groaned as I learned just how wet she was.
With a quick glance at the path above us, she reached down and the touch of her fingers on my rock-hard cock made me shudder. The longing on her face as she guided me to her entrance turned me on even more. As did her cry when I thrust my hips up and filled her up.
The way she squeezed herself around me and rode me proved she didn’t want gentle treatment, and that was fine with me. Sometimes slow and thorough was good, but other times, she worked me into a frenzy.
She hooked a finger in the waistband of Flynn’s shorts and soon they were down around his ankles. She used her talented mouth on first him and then Rafe as she bounced up and down on me. Soon we were all moaning and getting close. A whole bus full of tourists could be up above and we wouldn’t have noticed.
All I could see was her. This amazing woman. This woman who made my life complete. Who made my heart open. Who thrilled me every single day. That she had enough love for all of us was a constant source of amazement to me, but it made everything better.
Squeezing her hips in my hands, I lifted her up and down, barely holding back until she came. Then I exploded inside her, and her cries echoed through the woods.
She fought to catch her breath as she used her talented mouth to help the guys reach their climaxes, too.
Somehow, it worked with the four of us. Both in the bedroom and out of it. Or, well, in the forest and out of it, too.
And it was because of her.
We all knew that, and we’d never forget it.