Chapter 7
Seven
WOLF
I t’s a bit crowded on our two queen size beds, but I manage to slip my cock inside April while everyone’s asleep. The crack between the mattresses is the only prohibitor to my sly movement. The foam pad we put in top is holding things together. Barely.
Jack is rooting for getting his kid in her womb first, but I’ve been busting a nut in our girlfriend’s cunt every night since she arrived. I can’t wait for her to get pregnant. Maybe not as much as Brahn who brought up this idea a year ago when we saw her and started talking to her. But him just mentioning it became a group obsession.
“Wolf…” she whispers and my cock surges with blood at the sound of her sweet voice.
“Shh, girlie. Go back to sleep.”
I love her when she’s like this. All quiet and docile. Not putting up a fight at all, just letting me work inside her as she dozes. My dick throbs as her pussy gets wetter with every shift of my hips. Every tiny slip against her walls is enough to make my eyes roll into the back of my head. Her warm body fits perfectly in my embrace, head just under my chin, with her top leg tossed over Brahn’s big belly.
She’s pliable. Compliant. And not fully aware of what I’m doing right now. Ugh. That thought alone makes me almost lose my cum.
The only sound in the room, other than Jack’s snorted breathing, is the squishes of my dick plunging in April’s wetness and the soft squeak of the bed. Harsh pants course through the back of my throat as I get closer and closer to detonation. Heat and pleasure fill my balls until I want to give her everything I have. Everything we’ll create together. My body and hers combining…all while she’s being freely used.
April’s belly will swell to the size of Brahn’s and her tits will grow even bigger. Maybe she’ll be willing to feed us all after the baby. We’ll schedule feeding times so we can all suckle on her tits…two at a time. I can practically taste it in my mouth.
When I erupt, I release a satisfied sigh at the same time as my girl. And like every night, I stay tucked deep inside her until I fall back to sleep.
“What is this?”
It’s too early to wake up with someone yelling. So I flip over and ignore it.
“What is this? This isn’t right!”
Jack groans and utters some incomprehensible phrases. Brahn snores louder.
“You three need to wake up and tell me what is happening. Now! ”
I slap a hand over my face and rub my eyes. Jack moves the fastest and leaps off the bed toward April, who stands in front of the open bathroom door with something in her hand, waving it in the air like a warning.
“Fuck,” Brahn grumbles.
“My birth control pills are gone. This pack is empty. Where are they?”
With a darted glance at Brahn, he sits on the edge of the bed and hunches over. Jack tries to reason with her. “Hmm, I-I don’t know. What could have happened to them? Wolfie?”
I stammer as if I have no clue. “Well, I’m not sure… Maybe you got a bad pack from the pharmacy.”
“Bad pack…” she says as if she doesn’t believe a word.
Brahn slowly creeps over to her and snags it between his fingers, then grabs her around the waist and shoves his lips onto hers in a searing kiss. She presses her fists against his broad chest, but it’s no use. He’s too big. A tiny whimper escapes her as she relents to his unyielding force.
“I love you, cupcake. I did this. ‘Cause I want you knocked up with my baby.”
Shit. He just said it. Like outloud and all. We thought she’d discover the day she was pregnant and we could just act as if it were a failure on the part of modern medicine. My fingers clutch the blanket and hold it up as if she’s about to explode daggers across the room.
Tears line her lower lid as she gazes up into Brahn’s bearded face. “You did this? Without asking me?”
Jack looks so sheepish that when she glances at him, then me, she knows exactly what we’ve done. “All of you… You knew.”
“Sweetheart, we just love you so much and want to express that love with a child,” Jack tries to explain.
Brahn takes a step back and crosses his arms. “I’m not getting any younger and I don’t want to be just your daddy. I want a baby.”
She darts her blue eyes over to me. “We all do, girlie. We want you to carry our kids.”
“But you should have asked me! Not gone about it like this.”
“You’d say no and then you’d leave. And you’re not leaving,” Brahn roars.
Jack steps between them. “Now, now. April is definitely allowed to make all her own decisions. She came here of her own accord. Willingly. And she can leave, but… Sweetheart, I don’t want you to. I’m in love with you.” He glances at me for help.
“We all are. I’m in love with you, too,” I tell her. What would we do without her? How will we get by? My chest aches in pain at the thought of her not being with us.
Brahn shoves Jack out of the way and falls to his knees in front of April. “Please, baby. I love you. Don’t be mad, I just wanted to have a family with you.”
April’s tears spill over onto her cheeks and my heart feels as if it’s being ripped apart. She places her hands on Brahn’s big shoulders and shakes her head. “You should have talked about this with me. I need time. Time to think… Time away from you all.”
She chokes on a sob. The way she looks so broken crushes my soul. “I have no money and nowhere to go.”
All of us jump with a start, rushing toward her to comfort her, but she holds up her hands to wave us off.
Jack lowers his voice and says, “I’m taking you to a hotel. You can stay as long as you need. We got you covered.” His gaze threatens me, then Brahn and we both nod solemnly in agreement.
“I’m going,” I tell them.
Brahn crosses his thick arms across his hairy chest and agrees. “Me, too.”
April glances at all of us, then hurries to grab her old backpack and stuff some items in it while we all dress and wait for her. Guilt heats up every part of my insides. I can’t even look at my boys right now. Their heads hang as low as mine.
“I’m ready.” April’s body shakes, but she doesn’t appear angry . Maybe confused or disappointed.
We pile into the car and give April the front seat. Silence fills the stuffed interior and other than tiny patters of rain, none of us makes a sound the entire way. The motel he picks out is nice. But more importantly, it’s close to us.
Jack clears his throat. “I know this place has a kitchenette in each room. Hold tight, sweetheart and I’ll grab one for, uh…a week.”
He jumps out of the driver’s side and my heart feels as if it implodes with grief. Moonlight reflects a rim of tears lining Brahn’s lower lids. If I look at him square in the face, I think I may cry, too. This cannot be it!
“April, we’re sorry . We never meant to hurt you. Girlie, we love you so much and wanted to express it. Wanted our own family. Please understand, we may have gone about it in the wrong way, but we were so afraid you wouldn’t be with all of us, that you’d leave ? —”
“You were right,” she says quietly, staring out the front windshield, then opens her car door and gets out.
Brahn slumps forward with his head in his hands, barely able to fit in the little space. “Fuck…,” I swear. Out of habit, I untie my ponytail and twirl my hair around a finger so I can come up with some way to win her back.
Jack walks hurriedly back to the car, swiping a thumb across his cheeks to gather his tears he doesn’t want us to see. When he gets in, he turns to both of us.
“We fucked up.”
“I’m not leaving her.” Brahn growls. April enters a room on the second floor with one last look back at us sitting in the car down below. Brahn tilts his head toward the door. “I’m staying and watching over her. She needs us. And we need her.”
Jack’s mouth sours into a frown. He opens it to speak, but I cut him off.
“He’s right. I think one of us should stay here at all times and monitor her. Make sure she doesn’t need something. We need to give her a credit card with some money on it so she can buy stuff. Brahn, take first shift with the car. If she needs it, take her to the grocery or wherever.”
Brahn’s shoulders relax as I bite out the commands. Jack’s are still stiff. “How do we get her back , though?”
My tongue toys with my bottom lip. “I think we create a home that she’ll miss. Instead of her doing all the work, what if we do it for her, show her how good we can treat her if she comes home. Then, if she lets us have the babies, we can already have those routines in place. All she’ll have to worry about is feeding them. We’ll take care of the rest.”
Brahn’s eyes light up and he almost smiles behind his full beard. “I like that.”
“What do you mean? Like clean and stuff?” Jack asks.
“Yeah, ingrate. Clean and stuff ,” I answer him and slap him on the back of the head.
Jack smirks, but relaxes. “I think you’re on to something. Maybe if we can invite her back home for a date on Friday, show her how nice the place is, she’ll want to come home.”
“I’m down.” Brahn grits out. “You two are nasty. It’ll be nice to have you pitch in.”
“It’s Jack’s mess,” I say.
This causes an argument over who is dirtiest. I win, of course. I’m the clean one…
Well, if I have to admit it, I may have a slight slob problem worse than the others. But I’ll never tell them. It’ll be tough to change my ways, but I can do it, if we can keep April.
“Let’s walk home. Brahn can stay with the car.”
“Good. ‘Cause I’m not leaving.” He grunts when I pat his shoulder.
Jack follows me and Brahn settles into the driver’s seat and hunkers down, watching the window of April’s room.
“So what kind of stuff are you thinking?” Jack asks. His voice is determined, but there’s a hint of anxiety behind it, too.
“I say we go through and make it as pretty as we can. A place that’s suited for a girl like April. My girl deserves the best.”
“ My girl deserves the best,” he snaps.
As we amble along the sidewalk, I nod in reply. “ Our woman definitely does.”
“I don’t know how to do all that stuff. Cleaning and everything April always seems to know how to do.”
“Well, we can learn. Like Brahn said. We got books. And the internet. We’ll figure it out, smart guy.”
It’s not too long before we make it to the house. The outside is looking pristine in the spring morning light with its fresh coat of paint, repaired porch, new front door, and shudders. We’d cleaned the gutters and the roof was repaired, too.
I halt my steps on the front drive and grab my chin in contemplation. “Something’s missing.”
Jack scans the area, looking for anything amiss. “Couple of four-wheelers? Motorcycles?”
With a quick jab, I hit his arm. “No, dumbass. Like flowers. Gardening stuff.”
“April does that in the back.”
“That’s different. Those are herbs and things she cooks with. These will make the front pretty.”
“Brahn’s not giving up the car just so you can galivant to the hardware store for flowers .”
“I’ll bring him a lawn chair and he can make himself cozy while I shop. I’ll be back.” I turn toward the motel, but pause and point in Jack’s face. “Hey. You get started on clearing out the kitchen. We’re going to remodel it.”
“In a fucking week ?”
“You want her back?”
Jack’s face sets firm. “Yep. On it.”
The day goes by in a flash. After cruising around town for supplies and making it home, I have the front and back decorated with flower boxes on the windows. Pretty colorful wildflowers fill the spaces along the paths. I even bought a wreath for the front door.
Jack and Brahn trade spots in the afternoon. Brahn is much more of a beast when it comes to April and motors through getting the cabinets down and ready for painting while Jack babysits April in case she needs us.
By the end of the week, we’ve ripped out the carpets in the house. Polished, gleaming hardwood floors cover all the rooms, except the kitchens and baths where we placed tile. Almost everything has been painted that we could get done. The kitchen is the most different with bright cabinets and a new countertop.
Jack’s brother’s wife, January, helps us pick out some other stuff. Things girls her age like. She even points us toward what makes the place smell good.
Brahn sets to work on making bread, steak, potatoes, and dessert. Turns out, he’s a cook. It’s not great, but it’s done.
My specialty is making the place homey, as January called it. I apparently have an eye for color and artwork, she said. Throw pillows and shower curtains, and rugs… I picked them all out to coordinate.
Jack comes up with a schedule for all of us. Who does what chore and when. We even divided up the shopping, cooking, and April massage time. Oh, that was another thing we added. Special April pampering sessions.
It’s almost the end of the week and I’m on my motel watch duty. The night times are the worst for me. My dick aches from not being inside her little pussy. Not that that’s what I miss most about her. No. I miss her smile. The energy she brings to the three of us. April is the ray of fucking sunshine we all needed.
Every hour or so, she’ll walk over to the window and peek out to see if one of us is watching. I wave back to let her know I’m there. She shuts the curtains at night so we can’t see in, but other than asking for us to drop off some food, she hasn’t requested anything else.
Brahn pulls up a lawn chair and plops down next to me. He smells of sweat and paint. “I can’t take this anymore. I’m going up there.”
My hand slaps against his forearm. “No. We said we’d wait her out.”
“It’s been a week.”
“Not yet.”
We stare at the door to her room as if willing it to open.
“Fine,” Brahn grumbles. “But I’m going up there tomorrow when everything is ready for her.”
“One more day,” I mutter.
I just hope she’ll come home where she belongs…