Chapter 22
Chapter
Twenty-Two
DARWIN
Zephyr’s ass scooches back into my groin, and I grunt. Maybe I was having a good dream. Maybe it’s because we’ve been fucking on and off all night. Whatever the case is, I’m already hard this morning, and I haven’t even opened my eyes.
I grip his hip, and he stills. I’m about to doze again when he scooches again, and I grunt. “Keep doing that, and I’m going to fuck you awake,” I grumble.
“Finally,” he says in exasperation. “I’ve been hinting for the past three minutes, but you wouldn’t wake up.”
I huff and shove him onto his stomach. “You need more lube, or you still good?” I ask as I lean over his bare, hard body for the open drawer of my nightstand.
Zephyr wiggles his ass under me. A shiver of pleasure snakes throughout my body.
I’ve never considered myself a horndog until propositioning Zephyr in September, when it was just the two of us.
Honestly, I figured we’d hook up two or three times a week.
It’s not like we were friends or necessarily attracted to each other.
It was about proximity and availability and nothing else.
How wrong I was. I’ve never in my entire short life been so turned on as Zephyr can make me with just the shaking of his ass against mine.
Except maybe when we’re all together. That’s pretty fucking hot, too.
I blindly reach for a condom and the lube before sliding back across his body and making myself comfortable between his legs.
I have an uninterrupted view of his ass, cheeks slightly parted in this position.
It’s never occurred to me that a back could be sexy, but fuck.
The way he’s stretched out, all smooth and toned, makes my cock jump.
He can’t see me lick my lips, but I do probably a dozen times. I think I’m drooling. I’m pretty sure I’m drooling. Goddamn. I’m about to be inside this man. Me!
I spread his cheeks and squeeze the tube so lube drops at the top of the crease and slides down. Zephyr jerks and then glares back at me over his shoulder.
“Unless you want to help, I’m far too excited this morning.”
He reaches behind him, and I freeze in the middle of tearing open the condom as he slides his fingers between his ass cheeks to gather the lube and pushes two inside.
My lips part as I stare, absolutely transfixed as I watch his fingers disappear.
He brings one of his knees up on the bed to allow himself better access.
My breath stutters as I attempt to inhale. “Fuck,” I mutter and rip the condom open. My hands are practically shaking in anticipation. It’s a struggle to get the condom on. The thought flitters through my mind to just forget the stupid condom and dive in, but I’m not that irresponsible.
I’m reminded of my very first time putting a condom on.
The awkwardness. The way my cheeks flushed.
It felt slightly weird on my cock since I’d never had anything wrapped around it in quite the same way.
It was snug and unforgiving in its grip, yet not entirely awful.
More than anything, it was the promise of getting off.
I’d put it on in the bathroom because I was too embarrassed to do it in front of the guy I was hooking up with. It was both of our first times, so it worked out. He prepped himself on the bed, and I put the condom on in the bathroom.
Once it’s in place properly, I shove Zephyr’s hand out of the way and lie across his body.
Without finesse and unable to guide my cock since, unsurprisingly, Zeph now has hold of both my wrists locked under his chest, I thrust my dick between his cheeks, blindly trying to hook my cockhead at his hole.
He chuckles, turning his face so our mouths are touching. “Come on, sweetheart. Dive home. Fuck me awake.”
I whine in frustration. Perhaps the gay gods took pity on us because my cock strikes home the next time I drive it up his crack and I slide right in. We both gasp. Zephyr’s body jerks under me at the sudden invasion. He clenches around me, and my fucking eyes roll.
I mean to hold still for a second, but the way he grips my cockhead in his hole has my hips rutting against him. It’s a recipe for neither of us being in control because I’ve lost all autonomy of my body as my hips take on a mind of their own.
“Shit,” Zephyr grunts, burying his face into the pillow. “Just like that, Darwin.” His voice is muffled, but I hear him clear as day.
With his permission, I stop struggling to control myself. I was failing anyway, but I was still trying. Letting myself go, I fuck him erratically. Mindlessly. There’s no purpose in my thrusts, no rhythm. Nothing at all except pure instinct.
I don’t know whether it’s Zephyr moving under me or simply me fucking him, but we writhe and undulate on the bed, making it creak and thump against the wall. Our sounds mingle together, creating a symphony of the hottest sex ever.
When I come, my toes curl, and I press my face into his neck as I bury my pulsing cock deep into his ass. His hole seems to lock me in a death grip and milk me until I’m empty. In reality, I feel like I should have woken up empty. We truly did stay up most of the night fucking.
We’ve tried to be mindful of Matty since he crawled into bed with us that first night.
Although he and Liam have joined our sex life—and more—most of what the four of us are doing is by feeling.
There’s not been a lot of conversation, so while we know they’re open to group sexy times, we haven’t talked about things like sex drive. How horny are they?
I’m trying to include Liam in my thoughts about us, even though he’s not involved in the same way Matty is. I don’t know if he will ever be. But he’s still going to be a part of this. That’s the way polyamory works. Not all dynamics are the same, but they’re all important.
I’m not huge into exercising, which is likely why I feel like I’ve just run up a mountain without a break. My chest heaves as I struggle to take a full breath, my body dead weight on top of Zephyr.
“Not that I want to stroke your ego or anything, but that was maybe the best orgasm of the night,” I say as my panting calms.
Zephyr laughs. He still has both my arms gripped tightly under him as he turns his face to mine. We shift and struggle awkwardly so my cock doesn’t slide out of him, and he doesn’t have to let go of my wrists for us to kiss. We end up laughing more than kissing.
“You did all the work this time,” Zephyr says. “So congratulate yourself on an epic orgasm.”
“Only if you agree that it was epic.”
He smirks, but my heart jumps when he doesn’t right away. Something I think he figures out. “Every time with you is epic, Darwin. From the very first time.”
I shiver.
My phone rings, and I glance at the nightstand where it’s sitting on the charger. Zephyr releases my wrists.
“You want me to answer with my cock inside you?” I ask as I reach for it.
“Yep.”
I tap the answer button before I miss the call and then regret it immediately since it’s my father. I’m going to talk to my father with my dick inside Zephyr! Oh god, I may die.
“Hi, Dad,” I answer, and I don’t miss the way Zephyr’s smile slits his face. He’s going to enjoy this.
“Hey. How’re you?”
I drop the phone onto the bed and turn the volume all the way up so I can rest my head on Zephyr’s while I talk to my father. “I’m fine. You? Is everything okay?”
“Of course. Everything is absolutely fine. It’s been a while since we’ve checked in. You’re good? How’s the castle? You’re not alone, are you?”
Doesn’t matter how old you are, your parents will always want to know the details of your life. I smile. “The castle is big and cold except for the rooms we’re using. I feel like once I make it through the entire estate, checking the windows and locks, I have to start over.”
Dad laughs. “Of course. Sounds like you’re not alone, then.”
“I’m not. Zephyr is here. Matty and Liam.”
“Ah. Good. I’m glad. I wouldn’t like knowing you’re there by yourself.”
I don’t tell him that it was originally going to be that way. I think I might have hung out with Matty often if that had been the case. “No. Not alone.”
“What’re you doing to keep yourselves entertained?”
Zephyr’s smile climbs. My cheeks flush. I try very hard not to think about my cock inside this man under me right now.
“We’ve played board games. Watched a lot of movies.
Cooked. Cleaned a little. Maintained any new damage from passing storms. Cleaned up debris from storms.” I shrug. “That kind of thing.”
Yes, I left out all the good things. My parents are cool, but I’m not going to talk about my sex life. “What’re you and Dad doing?”
My father hums. “Honestly? Not a thing.” He laughs.
“It’s really weird being in this giant house with no one but ghosts to keep us company.
Especially now, as the cold weather is setting in and is amplified by the effects of Lake Michigan, we’re huddling up inside.
Your dad is considering turning a third of the basement into an ice rink. ”
“Still?” I ask, laughing.
“Still,” Dad agrees. “You coming home for Thanksgiving?”
I chew my lip and look at Zephyr. Maybe more than taking him into consideration, since this is something we haven’t talked about, I think about Chokecherry breaking in.
I think about leaving Matty and Liam to deal with them.
I think about how that might traumatize Matty further.
“No, Dad. I can’t leave the castle unoccupied. I’ll be home after the new year.”
He sighs.
“Why don’t you and Dad come here for Thanksgiving?”
“Yeah?”
“Yes. Definitely. It’ll be good.”
I hear my dad’s smile. “Are you sure? You don’t mind having your parents impose on you?”
“No,” I answer, rolling my eyes. “Not at all. Please join us.”
“We will. Thank you. Do you need us to bring anything?”
“I don’t know. I’ll take a look at the delivery for the day and let you know.”
“Sounds good. I’ll tell your dad. Want to talk to him before I let you go?”
I chew the inside of my lip and shake my head. “I’ll see you guys in a few weeks.”
Dad sighs. “He really misses you, Darwin.”
“Does he?” I don’t mean it to come out the way it does, and I wince.
Dad sighs again. “He watches the door constantly, as if he’s waiting for you to walk in. I know Dad can be hard to read sometimes, but you and I are the most important people in his life, kid. We are his life. Everything he does is for you or me or both of us.”
My eyes close after the first sentence, and I smile. “Thanks.”
“We’ll see you in a few weeks. Send me a list. Send your dad a text.”
“I will.”
“Love you.”
“Love you too, Dad.”
He ends the call, and I let my body weight settle on Zephyr again. He reaches over his head and grips my hair gently.
“You’re surprised about your dad’s love, aren’t you?”
We had a conversation when I first came upon Zephyr outside about how I wasn’t sure my dad, Azure, truly cared much about me. He loves my dad, Enoch, more than life. I’ve never truly felt I was as important to him.
“Yes, you’re not, though. Are you?”
“No, I’m the youngest son, which means I’ve spent my entire life watching my psychopathic father and older brother move through life and observing what it means for them to love someone.
They may not show love the way you and I expect because we’re neurotypical.
It feels different to us. It feels… like feelings.
For Lan and Dadaz, it’s a deep, possessive protection.
We belong to them, and you can bet your ass they’d bury a body for us.
They’d set the state of Utah on fire to protect us.
And if someone hurts us, they’re going to die in a very dramatic, painful way. That’s what their love looks like.”
“All the red flags.”
Zephyr laughs. “Yes. Consider the other people we know with antisocial disorders. Arek and Orev primarily. If someone even looks at one of their siblings wrong, violence is their first solution to the problem. Especially Adelaide, but the same goes for Rosalie and each other.”
“You should spread that net to encompass all the Van Dorens. They’re possessive of their family,” I say.
“Yes, they are. But they’re visibly and immediately ready to take someone down if it has to do with one of their siblings.
Fuck any witnesses. Those witnesses die too.
But if it’s a different Van Doren, they’ll take names and clean up in the dead of night.
They’ll readily claim the deaths of those who hurt one of their siblings, but anyone else, they’ll stare at you blank-faced as if they know nothing. ”
I laugh because I know he’s right. I’ve known the Van Doren quads since we were kids.
Their parents used to bring them here when we were all kids.
The younger generation of Van Dorens now takes up the mantle at Dark Island with their parents…
doing whatever it is parents do. Since the parents have gone, I’ve gotten to know the Van Dorens more and more, mostly from observation.
I can’t help but think about Conner in the basement with Jude protecting him. The first to move to Conner’s defense was Arek, which I think shocked everyone. Arek and Orev especially don’t put their necks out there for anyone other than a Van Doren.
“I think their nets are a little wider than just Van Dorens,” I note.
“You’re thinking of Conner in the ceremony room, aren’t you?”
“I am. I was so shocked when Arek moved to him that I simply stared as if I were finally seeing a ghost.”
“Same. I think we all did. I guess they were in the same frat at Longwood U. In a way, there’s deep loyalty there. Like siblings, right? I can barely acknowledge my siblings’ existence, but fuck you if you think you can mess with them.”
I grin. “I don’t know what that’s like, but I understand the concept. It’s not unfamiliar.” We’re quiet for a minute. “You think Matty and Liam will mind that I invited my fathers for Thanksgiving?”
“No.”
“You should invite your family, too. Your brothers at least.”
Zephyr snorts. “Right.”