Chapter 50
***Memphis***
They all stayed the night that night. It was different, quieter than normal.
Sex was slow and sweet. It felt like our first time together in a new way, with a new understanding.
They knew I wanted them to stay over and that I was choosing them to come into the little family that had formed in the guesthouse.
It was special to me and I think that made it special for them.
While we laid in bed after, they talked more about their mom and the effect it had on their lives in the big picture.
I’d so easily managed to shove my guilt for my lies deep, deep down, but when I listened to them talk about their trust issues with women after hearing the sordid details of their mom’s affair, I couldn’t stop the guilt from bubbling up and threatening to choke me.
I wanted to be open and honest with them, to tell them exactly what I really was.
I was terrified of them find the real me disgusting, though.
They’d sought out a certain kind of woman because that was what they wanted.
If I opened up about being a high school dropout and all around loser, I couldn’t imagine them being excited to take me to their fancy galas anymore.
I would be the dirty little secret that their rich friends would never accept.
I was Trailer Park Princess and there was nothing I could do about that.
I still had one brother in prison and one in rehab.
I was still more comfortable cleaning their house than being in it.
We were three months into our time together and the last month had been amazing.
They annoyed me half to death with their hovering and micro-managing my health, but I could tell it was out of fear.
They’d faced the fragility of life head-on multiple times and I wasn’t sure that was something you ever got over.
I’d been able to ignore most of their mothering and the rest of our time together just fell into place.
They took care of me constantly. They set what I called Memphis traps and got me to rest by giving me amazing massages and orgasms. So. Many. Orgasms.
I knew myself well enough to know that I’d not only screwed up the con to get money, but I’d potentially screwed up my life.
I was in love with them. Part of me had been since the moment I’d spotted them.
If I really thought about it, it would’ve taken me more than money to sign away five years of my life.
After getting to know them and becoming closer, I knew I loved them.
My silly little heart was fully in and I also knew that eventually, I would break.
I didn’t want to lie to people I loved. I’d watched my parents do that enough for a lifetime.
I’d be honest with them when I couldn’t stomach the lie anymore, and then I’d probably find myself homeless, in breach of a very expensive contract, and alone again.
Only it would be worse after experiencing the fun and peace I had with the guys.
Being alone after them would be like standing in one of those experimental sound rooms where there’s absolute silence.
Most people don’t last ten minutes in those rooms. I would be looking at forever.
Still, I knew I’d tell them. That budding hope I felt around them tried to convince me that they’d love me back and it would all be okay, but I knew better than that. I lived in the real world, despite currently existing in what felt like a fairytale.
Finding myself alone in bed the next morning wasn’t surprising.
They all got up early and did productive things, even the artist. I was deliciously sore from our night together and starving.
I found one of their T-shirts laid out at the end of the bed for me and pulled it to my face so I could inhale them. Citrus. It was Remy’s.
I pulled it over my head and grabbed the latest book I was reading before heading downstairs. Seeing the back door open surprised me. Seeing Boone sitting at the table with the newspaper spread out in front of him surprised me even more.
He must’ve heard me and looked back over his shoulder. “Good morning. There are muffins out here.”
I hurried out to sit next to him and crammed half a muffin into my mouth right away.
I watched him while I ate and noticed the way he played with the edge of the paper while reading the articles.
His hands were always moving. I was still waking up so I ate in silence and then finished my juice before opening my book and pretending to read.
I watched his eyes move over the lines of the paper and saw his mouth pinch when he didn’t like something he’d read.
After a few more minutes of that, I started feeling left out and sighed.
I’d gotten used to having all their attention so fast that sitting across from him without touching him or having him touch me was odd.
Before my feelings could get hurt, I stood up and gently lifted his arms and slid into his lap.
He brought his arms back down around me and folded the paper in half so he could still read it.
His lips moved against my shoulder as he silently read along.
I opened my book and read happily against his chest until he said he had to go to work soon. I was still feeling emotional so I twisted around so I was straddling him and ran my hands over his chest. “Thank you for having breakfast with me. I think it might be my favorite breakfast of all time.”
He dropped the paper and gently tossed my book onto the table on top of it. “I bet you say that to all your boyfriends.”
Shaking my head with a big smile on my face, I innocently played with his shirt buttons. “Nope. Just you.”
If he noticed me pop open the top few buttons on his shirt, he didn’t act like it. “So you think I’m your boyfriend?”
I jerked when he asked and a button went flying. Wincing, I patted the spot I’d just ruined on his shirt. “I didn’t say that.”
“I think you implied it.” He looked down at his shirt and raised his brows at me. “I felt that.”
“If anything, you implied it.” I scooted back on his legs so I could reach his belt. “Now, tell me about your work schedule this morning. Is it heavy? Light? Are you going to be performing surgeries in the next hour?”
“It’s not too bad. I’m meeting patients today.” He stared at me pulling his belt free and unbuttoning his pants. “I think I can fit in one more patient this morning, though.”
I slipped my hand into his pants and cupped his already hard bulge. “What do I need to do to get you to see me this morning, Doctor Hawke? It’s important and I’ll do anything you want me to.”
His face twisted in pleasure as he stared at me. “Anything?”
I licked my lips and nodded. “I know how busy you are. I’d make it worth your while. I can pay you. As much as you want.”
“It’s not money I want, love.” He yanked my shirt over my head and cupped my breasts. “It’s your body.”
I pretended to be scandalized. “Doctor Hawke! I can’t...I can’t let you see me like this.”
Pinching my nipples, he kissed me hungrily. “You can and you are. I’ve already seen it all, love. Doctor Hawke is very busy, though, you’re going to have to give me what I want fast.”
My heart raced. “Tell me what to do, Doctor Hawke. I’ve never done anything like this.”
His hand cupped my sex and he felt how wet I was. “You want me. You’re soaking wet for me. Take my dick out.”
I pretended to be shy as I pulled him out of his pants and looked down at his angry looking length. He was painfully hard. “Now what? Do you want me to suck it?”
He grabbed my hips and lifted me. “Oh, we’ll have time for that later. Right now, I’m going to fuck you.”
I didn’t have to act as I cupped my breasts and cried out as he entered me in one deep stroke. “Doctor Hawke!”
He swore and stood up. “I’m going to fuck you like you need to fucked. That’s why you really came to see me, isn’t it? You weren’t even wearing panties.”
I gasped as he swiped his arm across the table and sent everything flying before putting me on the edge and wrapping one strong arm around me.
I locked my legs behind his back and shook my head, still able to play the game for a few more seconds, until he started fucking me and I lost all brain function.
“Doctor Hawke, you’re so big in me. God, how are you fitting it all in? ”
He gave a dark chuckle against my ear and nipped me. “Yeah, scream it louder so my brothers can stop wondering who’s the biggest.”
I tugged at his hair and laughed. “You’re a fool.”
He tugged mine right back. “You fucking love it. Now hold on and let me have my way with you before I have to go.”
I flushed at his words and held on as he did as he said. I ended up with my back flat on the table and my legs spread and held open by him as he pistoned his hips in and out of me. It was a quickie, through and through, and soon I was coming with a shout.
Boone came in me a second later and stood over me panting from the exertion. “Fuck. You’re going to kill me one of these days.”
I moaned as he idly played his fingers over my clit. “You have it backwards, Doctor Hawke. I will surely be fucked to death at some point.”
“I never got into the doctor kink before, but I’m going to be bringing this one back again and again. Say it again.” He looked down with his bedroom eyes on full force and I would’ve said anything he wanted right then.
“Doctor Hawke, you’re my favorite doctor and I can’t wait to come back for more of your attention and time.
” I giggled when he smiled happily. When he pulled out of me after, I tried to sit up, but he pressed his hand over my stomach and held me down.
I watched as he watched his seed slowly spill from my sex. “God, Boone! Don’t just watch that!”
He dipped his fingers through my lower lips and pushed them into me. “Before you, I never came in anyone. I’m not sorry anymore. Seeing my come in you is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen and this is where it belongs.”
I melted back against the table and covered my face with my hands. “Why does that make me want to cry? Talking about your come is not romantic, Boone Hawke, but somehow you just gave me butterflies.”
He pulled me into his arms and carried me into the house. “I’m going to tell Remy and Wells that I gave you butterflies. Little brother wins again.”
I groaned. “And you ruined it.”
He walked me into the shower and put me down while he undressed. “Come here and let me wash your back.”
I waited until the water was warm to join him. “Do you really want to wash my back or are you trying to be very late for your morning appointments?”
His erection pressing into my side answered for him. He softly kissed me and pressed his forehead to mine. “I can do both.”
My stupid feelings got the best of me and I had to squeeze my eyes closed to keep him from seeing that I was tearing up. I lifted my mouth to his again and he kissed me, even gentler.
“What’s wrong, love?”
I groaned. “Don’t notice. I’m just hormonal.”
“Is little Boone making you sad?” He cupped his hand over my mostly normal belly and it was the first time any of them had done anything like it. “Oh, shit. I made it worse.”
I laughed through my tears and pressed my hand over his before interlacing our fingers and moving it away. “I just have a lot of big feelings these days.”
“What kind of big feelings?” He stroked my face with his other hand. He seemed so calm when my own heart was pounding away.
“Just...things I’ve never felt before.” I pressed my forehead to his chest. “Even feeling safe enough to crawl into your lap. I’ve never had that before. I’ve never felt safe enough to take what I want or trust the other person to give it to me, if that makes sense.”
He tucked his finger under my chin and lifted my face to his. He even waited until I opened my eyes to look at him before speaking. “It makes sense. It’s a new feeling for me, too. It goes both ways, love.”
“Did I ruin your fun?”
He pressed his hips into me and let me feel that he was still hard. “Doesn’t seem like it.”
I playfully pushed at his chest. “You stayed hard while I was crying? That’s something you’re going to need to get looked into.”
He cupped my ass and lifted me so just my tiptoes were on the ground. “It had a lot less to do with you crying than it did with you crying while naked and wet.”