CHAPTER 28
All four of us reach my house fairly quickly. I see the still open door, but there is no trace of that fear anymore. I’m finally free. I faced the horror that has been plaguing my life for the last few years, and now, the world has taken on a new hue of hope and positivity.
“Are you sure you want to stay here?” Mason asks.
I glance over at Wagner, with my sleeping boy in his arms. “Positive.”
We all enter slowly, as if walking into scared grounds. This is where I died. This is where I was reborn. This is my home now. We go upstairs, making sure to lock the front door this time. Wagner puts Dominick on the bed gently. I watch as Wagner covers him lovingly, then places a soft kiss on his forehead. Mason does the same, then Adrian. My heart feels so full that it’s about to burst. I press my hand to my chest, subconsciously trying to keep it inside, to keeping it from imploding. Finally, I plant a soft kiss on my son’s sleepy cheek.
This stirs him from his sleep. His eyes open, still dreamy, still with that thin veil that separates dream from reality.
“Go back to sleep, baby,” I tell him.
He looks at me, then tries to get up. I lay my hand on his chest, gently pushing him back.
“Is it… over?” he whispers, barely audibly.
“It is, baby,” I smile.
My other hand finds his cheek, still warm.
“We don’t have to be afraid anymore?”
“Not anymore, no.”
He looks like there is another question lingering on his mind. I just want him to go back to sleep. He’s had his fair share of life threatening adventures for one night. Hell, he’s had enough of those for a whole lifetime. But, I know he’s not a baby anymore. If he has any questions, I must be here for him. I must respond honesty.
“Will we ever see dad again?”
There it is. The question I’ve been fearing, because I myself don’t have the answer to that. I glance over at Adrian. He is smiling at me. I wonder what he would say. Probably some research based psychology that assures me we’ll all be fine, but we’ll all lead different lives. Or, something like that. I guess the best answer in this case is the one that comes straight from the heart.
“I honestly don’t know,” I sit down on the bed, next to him. The guys have all exited the room, giving us some privacy. I appreciate that. And, that’s not all I appreciate. “I don’t think your father is a bad man. I think he is a sick man. A horribly sick man, and he needs to deal with it somehow.”
“How?”
“I don’t know,” I feel like a broken record at this point, but if Dominick wants to talk like a grown up, he should learn by now that many things are simply unknowable. You play it by ear, hoping it’ll all turn out well in the end. “Unfortunately, he’s the only one who knows. We can’t help him. He needs to want to change. He needs to want to become a better person. No one can do that for him.”
“Is that why he’s been so mean to us?”
“Yes, it’s the sickness. He loves us, I’m sure he does. But, the sickness has taken over him. And, I guess he forgot how to properly express that love. Now, as for your question whether we’ll see him ever again, I told him I don’t want to. He’s hurt me too much. I doubt I will ever be able to forgive him. But, maybe, just maybe, many years from now, we might all sit down and talk. If he proves to us that he’s changed.”
“Will you get back together with him?” he sounds almost frightened by this thought.
“No, baby,” I shake my head. “I will never get back together with your father. Still, that doesn’t mean I don’t care about him. Despite all the shit he put me through,” we both chuckle at my use of the term shit, “he gave me you. And, that’s more than I ever thought I could get, more than I ever thought I deserved. Someone like you.”
He smiles at me. His eyes are slowly drooping, and I know he’ll doze off any minute.
“I like it here, in Swallow Springs,” he suddenly tells me.
“Well, that’s great, because I like it here, too.”
“Do you think we could stay here?”
“I think that’s doable,” I nod. “Under one condition.”
“What?”
“That you stop spray painting stuff on other people’s walls.” We both chuckle again. “But, seriously. I don’t want to have to deal with your teacher or the principal again. I know that what’s happened is a lot to handle, and if you don’t know what to do, just come to me. We can figure it out together. But, acting out or fighting in school doesn’t solve anything.”
“But, I told you why I was in a fight that time.”
“I know, you were defending my honor,” I smile. “And, I do appreciate that. But, there are a lot of mean people out there, who just want to get a rise out of you. They will say mean, hurtful things, expecting you to explode and start a fight, just so you could get in trouble. Don’t give them the satisfaction. It takes more effort and shows more dignity to just walk away, than to retaliate. Always remember that.”
“I will, mom,” he takes my hand and presses it against his lips. A small, almost invisible tear rolls down my left cheek. “You can count on me from now on. I promise you.”
“I know I can.”
I wrap my arms around him, pressing his little body against mine. I still remember when he was a tiny baby, perfectly fitting in my arms. When did he grow up? I guess I’m still not ready to let go of him being my little boy. He will always be that, whether he likes it or not.
“Mom?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“Can the guys stay the night? Just in case.”
“Sure.”
I tuck him in, as he turns to the other side. I watch him, until his breathing becomes steady, then unhurriedly tiptoe out of the room. I walk downstairs to the living room. Mason is reclining on the sofa. Adrian is slumped down into the armchair, and Wagner has found a seat on a semi-comfortable chair in the corner. I take my seat next to Mason.
None of us speaks. We’re just letting the after moment sink in, consume us fully. I listen to the sound of our breathing. Slow, deliberate. It’s amazing how alive you feel after a brush with death. The adrenaline is almost unbearable. But, we survived. We all survived.
“I don’t know about you guys, but I could use a beer,” I finally stand up.
I doubt I’d be able to fall asleep after tonight’s ordeal, so I might as well celebrate the fact that we’re all alive and well.
“Bring it on,” Wagner grins.
I return from the kitchen with a cold beer for everyone. I sit down on the sofa, and take a long, thirsty sip. It travels down my throat, cooling down the inner fire, finally settling in my stomach.
“I don’t know how to thank you all,” I tell them.
Whatever I say sounds too weak. They just saved my life. More importantly, they saved my son’s life. There is nothing I could do to ever return that favor.
“Don’t leave Swallow Springs,” Adrian tells me.
Wagner and Mason are looking at me, with the same message written all over their faces. Don’t leave. Stay. Stay with us.
“I couldn’t leave now even if I wanted to,” I assure them, with a smile.
“I know this is a strange arrangement,” Mason takes over. “But, you know how we feel about you. You know how we feel about Dominick, too. We’ve taken you into our family, but you are still free to make your own choices. If Swallow Springs is too small for you, you can leave. We don’t know what your plans are, maybe you are ambitious and you want to make something of your life, or maybe you’d be happy in a little town, where everyone knows everyone.”
“My wrist might get stiff from all that waving, but I think I could handle that,” I grin. “All I ever wanted was a family, a partner who understands and loves me. Now, I found three. What more could a girl ask for?”
I feel dizzy, and I know it’s not the alcohol. I barely had any. It’s something else, something much more powerful, much more lasting. I take Mason by the hand. We both get up. I take Adrian with my other hand, and he, in turn, takes Wagner’s hand. Together, we walk upstairs, like intruders in someone else’s house.
We reach my bedroom, then close the door. I don’t know why I’m so turned on. I feel like a giddy 16 year old, about to do it in her boyfriend’s car, after the drive in. Mason kisses me first. It’s as hungrily as the previous time, but there is even more raw passion now. More impatience. I feel bliss sear through my skin, as two more pairs of hands start to explore my body.
One item at a time, our clothes end up on the floor. I gasp at the way they make me feel. I’ve never felt this beautiful, this wanted, this loved. Adrian showers my neck with soft, butterfly kisses, then a moment later, I’m lying on the bed, my legs spread apart. Mason mounts me first, as my lips are covered by kisses from Wagner, and Adrian plays with my hardened nipples.
Mason dives right into me with a low growl of pleasure, and I breathe out heavily, right into Wagner’s mouth. His cock is so big, it hits exactly the right spot. He is fucking me hard, mercilessly, without any preparation, and I’m loving it. I’m about to shatter into a million little pieces by the time he’s done with me. He slides in and out effortlessly, as my pussy juices leak out of me. My clit is swollen and needy. He senses it, and his thumb starts rubbing against it. I muffle my scream with my own hand, my inhibitions all undone before these three men whom I’ve vowed to love now and forever more. They own this little town, and I now I feel like they own me, too. That’s exactly what I want.
Mason’s wet fingers keep playing with my clit, as Adrian’s devil tongue toys around with my nipple. I find Wagner’s cock with my right hand, and start jerking it off. We’re all covered in sweat, our juices mixing. This is how I want to spend the rest of my days.
I watch as Mason’s face grimaces in pangs of pleasure that seem to wash over him in tidal waves. He slams hard into me a few more times, and I feel his throbbing cock ejaculate right into me. He thrusts a few more times, squeezing the last remaining drops into me, then slides out. My pussy is all wet, covered in my own juices and his sticky cum. He leans over to me and kisses me softly on the lips.
“I love you,” I hear him say.
Suddenly, he gets off the bed and slumps down into the armchair in the corner of the room, not paying any attention to a few items of clothing that were resting there carelessly. His cock is glistening in the lamplight, as he crosses his leg over the opposite knee, like some boss, expecting a show.
For a moment, I’m not sure what he expects me to do. But, Adrian’s lips fly over mine and land with his tongue protruding. Wagner’s cock separates the wet folds of my still throbbing pussy, and I know the fun isn’t over yet.
“Turn over,” I hear Adrian whisper, and his voice sends goosebumps all over my body.
I get down on my knees, propped with my arms, with my butt high up in the air. Adrian slides in underneath me, managing to take a gentle bite of my nipple, as it hangs over his head.
“Ouch!” I giggle, remembering that we need to be quiet.
Wagner’s cock spreads sticky warmth all over my pussy, then a little up as well. I’ve never done that before. I’ve always considered it the forbidden hole, even though Russel expressed a desire for it more than once. Of course, there was no way in Hell I’d give it to him. But, now, the situation is completely different. I’m curious. Still feeling like that 16 year old, about to get her titties sucked and then fucked for the first time. I don’t know what it is with these guys, but they make me feel so horny.
My wetness soaks Wagner’s cock. Adrian slides into me in one effortless push, making me moan softly. I never knew how difficult it is to be silent while having the best sex of your life. Wagner grabs my wrists, as the tip of his cock finds its rightful place. I’m shaking in anticipation of what’s to come Adrian’s dick is already inside of me, filling me up slowly, keeping up the rhythm. Wagner’s cock presses into me, it fights to come inside. I’m tight, but slowly I start to relax.
“That’s right,” Wagner whispers into my ear, and I swear I come a little right there and then. He stretches me out slowly, carefully for it not to hurt. At least, not to hurt too much. But, the intense mixture of pleasure and pain feels amazing. I cling to them both, my pussy and asshole adjusting to the foreign bodies inside of them. Gently, we pick up a unified rhythm. I cling to them both, as two cocks glide in and out of me. Adrian’s lips find mine easily, and he makes sure to hold me tight. Otherwise, I might lose my balance. I’d be shaking too much.
I glance upward, and see Mason on the armchair. He is jerking himself off, watching us fuck. I shiver with the intensity of the pleasure inside of me. I never thought such ecstasy was ever possible. I thought you could only find it in romance novels and movies with a happily ever after. Never in real life. Never for me.
We all hasten our pace, and I can no longer sustain this. It’s too much. Too intense. I cum all over Adrian’s cock, trembling like an epileptic under attack. Adrian follows immediately. I hear him groan, then pulse deep inside of me. His eruption is as strong as Mason’s, leaking out of me, merging with my own pussy juices. He slams one last time, hitting my cervix. This sets me off again, immediately after the first one, my head slumps down onto Adrian’s face, as Wagner’s fingers dig into my ass, still filling me up.
“I loved you from the moment I saw you,” Adrian whispers into my ear.
My body can’t stop quivering. Wagner holds himself still, deeper than ever before, as his cum sprays into me. Every pulse of his seed intensifies my own delight. He is pressing tightly into my ass, his balls dangling before my pussy lips, grazing them occasionally.
“I will always love you,” Wagner’s voice fills my ears with a honeyed sound.
When he finally pulls out, we all fall down onto the bed, like a house of cards in the wind. Mason join us, and his still wet cock brushes against my lower belly. Did he cum just from watching us? I bite my lower lip. Thank God it’s dark in the room, the little lamplight sheds only a soft glow. My cheeks must be blazing red.
We nestle all together. It doesn’t matter whose arm is where, as long as we’re all hugging one another. Shortly after, all I hear is soft breathing. Men always fall asleep like babies after sex. Women - they want to talk. But, of course, I can’t ask that of them. They deserve their rest.
I get up slowly, making sure not to make too much noise. I wash myself off in the bathroom sink quickly, then put on my silk bathrobe. I tiptoe out of the room, and onto the porch. There, I sit down on a little wicker chair, and look out into the night.
Crickets fill the air with noise. The stars above me are scattered throughout the night sky. An owl hoots somewhere in the distance. I see a thick blanket on the other chair, and cover myself with it.
I take a deep breath. The night smells clean, fresh. Like a new start.