Chapter 3
Three
WOLF
I hate Sundays.
My palm wraps around my cock as I stroke it vigorously, edging myself until midnight. Cracks in the ceiling aren’t as good to look at while I do this. Not compared to the girl lying one room over. Time moves too slow for my taste…
Waiting for my turn in April.
Frustrated, I sit up, tug on some sweatpants, and head to the kitchen for a snack before I stuff myself inside her sleeping cunt as soon as the clock strikes twelve. Only twenty minutes to go before it’s Monday and I can explode within her cushy walls again.
It’s been an eventful two weeks having April in the house. Everyone has settled into a comfortable routine. Us boys have been able to focus on fixing up the outside of our place, repairing the roof when it isn’t raining, as well as prepping the siding for paint.
April has done wonders inside. Despite the dated look of all our furniture, she’s made it cheery with flowers or little knick-knacks situated in the perfect spots. She even found a bookshelf filled with old paperbacks Brahn fell in love with. Place looks immaculate compared to before when it was dingy and dirty.
Our bellies are always full. She may not be fancy, but the girl knows how to cook. Eggs, sausage, and toast in the mornings with the freshest coffee our pot has ever made. Hot sandwiches and soups for lunch, then burgers and potatoes on the grill for dinner. The fridge stays stocked with beer and the pantry with pretzels and peanuts.
Brahn sits in the old creaky leather recliner under a plaid blanket. Only the low glow of a book light shines in the dark corner of the room. Lowering my head, I check to see if he’s still awake, but his brown eyes scan his page before he slowly strokes his black beard.
“Always readin’…” I say, pausing in the doorway with my hands on my hips.
Not looking up, he grunts. “Yep. Maybe you should try it.”
“Nah, not smart enough for all that.”
“Well, these are mainly pictures, so you should be fine.”
My eyebrows stitch together as I look at what he’s got in his hands. “Wonder Woman History?”
He doesn’t respond at all, but it makes a slow grin creep over my lips. Brahn is the quiet romantic of us all.
“Have you even had her, yet?” I ask on my way to grab a beer now neatly organized in a can dispenser in the fridge.
He only huffs a reply. “Waitin’ for the right time.”
“Oh, yeah?” I toss him a cold one and he catches it in one hand. The cans hiss as we crack them open before taking simultaneous sips. It helps calm my raging boner, raring to crawl back to April’s room. Ten more minutes… “When’s that?”
“Leave it alone, would ya?” He growls over the top of his book, then flips a page with a swat of his hand.
“You scared, Brahn?”
Beneath his full beard, I can still see his jaw clench. “She’s a tiny little thing, Wolfie. I may actually break her. Besides that, I’m waitin’ until she don’t know what I did to her pills.”
I take a long swig of the chill ale, then clear my throat. “Well, at this rate, Jack or I will knock her up before you.”
His eyes flash to mine. “I’m giving her a baby.”
“We all will. We’re a team, remember? Said we wouldn’t let a woman break us apart, but would find one for all of us? She’s it, man. But I love that you think you’re gonna be first.”
“How do you know she’s the one?”
I pause while digging a toe into the orange shag carpet. “I just know.”
With a sneer, he sits back and crosses an ankle over his knee, the blanket tenting up over his large body. “Yeah, you don’t know. You just see a cute young thing that needs help. But you don’t know her, yet.”
“I know enough, fucker. She’s sweet and kind. Always happy and tellin’ jokes like Jack. Enjoys getting dirty like me. Smart like you. She takes care of us real well, don’t you think?”
He ignores me and returns his attention solidly to his book.
“Fine,” I say, finishing my beer, chucking the empty can toward the trash can. It misses, but April will get it tomorrow. “I’m going to go sleep with my dick stuffed inside her along with my seed.”
Brahn doesn’t give me any indication he heard me.
No matter, it’s time to fill April up. Has she expressed an interest in having our kids? Being with all of us?
We haven’t exactly asked her, yet. Figured Jack would be the best to do that. We keep plugging her pussy with our come, hoping something happens, then we’ll surprise her when we say she’s ours. Brimming to the edge with our offspring.
Thinking about her being so young, almost twenty-five years younger than me, does something to me. Other than making my cock raging hard. I’m too old to go back to the forest and log. And it’s beyond time to settle down. It’s what we all decided after the last season. That’s when we set our sights on April.
Last year we said we’d get a woman for all of us and share her. Have kids. Build a life as one under the same roof. We show up to the diner and like a ray of sunshine, April rolled up to our car with a bright smile and no indication she was intimidated by us three big guys. I knew at that moment she was meant for us.
I’m not leaving my boys. We’ve been inseparable for twenty years. Everything we own, our little house, our car, hell even our bank account, it’s all shared. We go everywhere together. Do everything together. Fuck women together sometimes. We won’t break apart for no one.
Hopefully April wants to be part of us permanently. If not, well, we’ll make her. Despite Brahn’s doubts, I can feel it. She’s the one for us.
Her room is pitch black, other than a sliver of moonlight falling across her pale skin from the crack in the blue checkered curtains she hung last week. Watching her young, half nude figure asleep in her bed, blanket kicked off and showcasing one slim leg makes my dick unbearably erect. She should be used to me coming inside her every night by now.
I stand at the side of her head and peel down my sweatpants, then step out of them. As she huffs out a light whimpering breath, my cock surges with need, a drop of pre-come forming on the tip. Instead of rubbing it in, I touch the crown to her parted lips, smearing my taste all over her.
She doesn’t move an inch.
Fuck! I think I could love her.
As carefully as a big man like me can, I crawl onto the other side of her queen mattress and slip under the sheet, grip her by the waist and tug her into me. Her body only slightly shifts, but she remains quiet, even when I lift one of her knees up toward her chest, exposing her cunt for me.
When my finger digs toward her clit, I grimace. She knows better than to wear panties around us, but she did tonight. No matter. I hook it out of the way and line myself up with her lips, lick my palm and rub the wetness onto the tip of my dick. She whimpers slightly as her own natural moisture coats my shaft when I drag it through her pussy.
Holding myself, I press the end of my dick near her hole and hold my breath. With a slight scoop of my hips, I dip inside and squeeze my eyes closed at the heat of her surrounding the head. It may wake her, but I brush my bearded lips against her shoulder, the part exposed by her pajama top strap. Burying my mouth against her helps keep me from crying out with pleasure.
I love it when she’s asleep like this and doesn’t know I’m about to fuck her full of my babies.
Brahn found the perfect blank matches for her birth control pills. They look identical to the ones she had, but these contain sugar only. Just the thought of her belly getting all swollen, that she will be so confused as to why she’s not having periods anymore, that she’ll be so fucking happy to have our kids…it almost makes me come too soon.
But I slide in every so slowly, a half inch at a time. Each of my piercings pop through her tight tunnel and get suctioned up into her twat like a vacuum. Even if April doesn’t realize it when she’s awake, her body wants this. Wants to get pregnant.
She moans a high-pitched sound that shoots straight to my balls until they tingle, but I only venture in a breath more. Finally, I get close to her womb and pivot my hips again. Drag myself out inch by inch, then again inside.
While one palm caresses her hip bone, the other gently moves some of her hair over her shoulder, revealing her neck completely. Leaning into it, I whisper, “You’re ours , April. Right?”
An affirmative sigh comes out of her, even though she still slumbers. That’s enough for me.
The grip of my fingers against her skin deepens. My breathing accelerates. Heart beats rip through my ribs as I plunder her pussy while she rests blissfully unaware of what I’m doing to her body. She sleeps so soundly like she was made just for me.
“Fuck, girlie. Going to pump you full of my kid. Make it a son for me, okay?”
Every nerve ending locks in place with a pleasure surge that shoots through my dick and into her. I almost choke on my spit trying to prevent myself from gritting out a curse as the ecstasy washes over me. Spine straight, I shove in even deeper while my skin tingles, and perspires under the fire of fervent desire.
When I return to reality in slow waves, my cock swelling inside of her with every expulsion, I shove myself as close as I can to her unprotected womb, grab my girl into a tighter hold with one palm planted on her lower abs, then drift off into a deep trance.
“We’ll name him John,” I say just before sleep takes me under.