Chapter One
Molly
I hold my vibrator wand over my clit and balance the book I’m reading in my other hand. Right now, I wish I’d gotten the audio book version, but I’m making do with what I have.
‘Evelyn screams out in pleasure as three rock hard men gather around her fragile frame. She’s never been touched before, not like this, not with the weight of six heavy hands spread all over her body.
“You’re a good little girl, aren’t you?” Duke groans as he palms his rough hand over Evelyn’s throat.
She nods, panting for relief. “Yeah.”
“Good girl. Get on your knees and suck our cocks.” His tone is rough, ragged, and demanding, leading Evelyn to the place she’s happiest… submission.
The men surround her as she looks up at them doe eyed, heart hammering, mouth salivating for the trail of pre-come already leaking.
Her mouth falls open and one by one she takes them in, sucking hard and fast as she works their shafts with her slippery, little hand.’
For some reason, whether I’m reading smut or science fiction, my brain likes to pretend I’m the main character. I’m the girl getting shot up into outer space with a monkey, or I’m the girl about to get railed by three dudes with massive dicks. Either way, I have an adventure. Though science fiction is fun sometimes, I much prefer this type of fantasy. The one that makes my clit throb and my heart pump faster.
I move the wand in circles, squishing around my wet pussy as I turn the page.
The main character is her father’s best friend. Everything about their relationship is so damn wrong, but for some reason, I love it. And if I were Evelyn, I’d want these men all over me. I’d want every dirty word, touch, and position.
I moan out and push the vibrator harder against my clit as I read on.
‘Kyle stares down at Evelyn as she sucks and licks his length. “I’m going to come on that pretty little face, baby. Tell me you want it.” He digs his fingers into Evelyn’s long, blonde hair and tugs her deeper onto his cock, pushing so hard into her throat that she gags on his length and tears trickle down her cheeks.
Duke and Pete stroke at her side, pumping harder with each groan as they watch Evelyn twist her tongue around the head of their friend's cock.
They like the way she whines, the way she pants, the way she begs for more with those big, brown eyes, the way her pussy smells in the air.
“Oh fuck, little girl,” Pete groans, jerking his dick over Evelyn's face. “I’m going to come.”
Duke and Kyle aren’t far behind, and soon Evelyn is covered in white, hot come as the men growl out in a chorus around her.
Some women might not enjoy such a show, but Evelyn loves it.
Evelyn lives for it.
When the men she loves surround her and release their pleasure on her skin, Evelyn comes to life. For that moment, she feels seen, loved, honored, appreciated. In that moment, Evelyn is more turned on than she’s ever been. She rubs the come into her skin and puts on a show, dragging the liquid down over her breasts and onto her nipples.’
Oh my God, I’m gonna lose it. I press harder and squeeze my eyes shut, imagining I’m the one covered in hot come, imagining that there are three men surrounding me. Three men that admire me, love me, and want me. Their big, rough hands are all over me and I’m about to be used in every way possible.
Moment by moment, the fantasy I’m reading takes over my head and soon I’m screaming out for relief as the vibrator sputters and jumps in my wetness.
Warmth scatters down my spine and into my groin, tickling the base of my neck and the inner parts of my thighs. Dear God, that felt good.
I hold my breath and let it out slowly as the fog in my brain lifts and reality settles back in. I don’t want to move. I want to hold this vibrator over my clit and stay in this fantasy forever, or at least the rest of the day. Maybe that’s what I need, an entire day of one-handed reading with breaks here and there for snacks.
As my heart rate returns to normal and the nerves in my body turn to Jello, it becomes increasingly harder to move. Maybe if three men were fawning all over me, I’d be eager to rejoin the cause.
I should call my sister-in-law and see how the whole harem thing is working out for her. Last time I checked, she was happier than ever with three men meeting her every need.
I’ve gotta say I’m a little jealous. I mean, I have trouble making one man love me. I can’t even imagine finding three that dote over me the way her men dote over her.
The front door closes, and my body finds the motivation to roll off the bed toward the shower. I don’t particularly need a shower, but I’m still not ready to talk to Tyler. We had another huge fight last night and I don’t know what to do anymore.
I love him, I really do, but we can’t communicate to save our lives.
Literally, I mean every word.
If we were holding a rope to survive, we’d argue about the best way to grip. Then, we’d probably argue about how we were arguing. It’s a famous move of ours. The fight over how we’re fighting. You’d be surprised at how fast that escalates.
Last night was a classic. I got the stupid idea in my head that I could talk to him about my emotions. He felt threatened, got defensive, and let me know that my needs create a massive burden on his life. We ended things with me crying and him dismissing me to get some sleep. At least last night it didn’t turn physical. Those nights are the worst, and I do my best to shove them into the little box in my psyche where all the things I wish never happened go.
I guess that makes me delusional.
Maybe I like it. I must. Why else would I continue with this loop of crazy? Things go well, I think I trust him, I open up, he shuts me down, he gets physical, he twists it back on me, I believe him, and we start the cycle all over again. Sometimes things are good for a long time before they’re bad again, and sometimes, I really do believe I deserve his anger. I’m not easy to love.
I blow out a heavy breath, twist off the shower, and step out into the bathroom, wrapping a cotton towel around myself before sliding my hand against the fogged mirror. I’m not sure I even know who this girl is anymore. I know she used to love picking wildflowers in the rain, riding horses, and reading tarot cards for people in town. I haven’t done those things in years. I blame the relationship for that, but I’m not sure it’s anyone’s fault but my own.
Tyler’s voice echoes down the hallway, forcing my stomach to turn. I’m a little surprised that he was gone this morning when I woke up. It’s Sunday. He’s usually sat in front of the television with whatever football game is on.
“Molly, you back here?” His heavy footsteps weigh the wood boards as he moves. “That asshole is outside waiting for you. Something about a goddamn feather. I’m not inviting him in.”
The ‘asshole’ he’s referring to is my brother’s buddy, Rhett. He lived in Alaska until this past year when he relocated here to Whiskey Falls to escape some gambling debts his parents left behind when they passed. No one here knows his story but me. I think that’s why he stops by sometimes. I’m a part of the past for him. A piece he didn’t have to let go of.
I nod toward Tyler and tug on a pair of sweatpants and an oversized hoodie I keep hung in the back of the closet. It’s not odd that he isn’t inviting Rhett inside. Since the two of them met, they’ve been like ammonia and bleach. I don’t fully understand why they don’t get along, but they don’t. Maybe Tyler can sense that Rhett makes my blood pressure go up. It’s nothing sexual, but it’s been happening since I met him all those years ago. My palms would get sweaty, my heart rate would rocket, and I’d become a flustered mess with my words.
I’m sure some people would say that was a schoolgirl crush, but I know it wasn’t anything like that. Rhett is off limits. First, because he’s so much older than me. Second, he’s my brother’s friend, and though I don’t think my brother wouldn’t be weird with it at all, I would be. Third, Rhett is a biker and I’m not the carefree and wild type. I mean, I’m sure there are moments of thrill in sitting on the back of a motorcycle, feeling the wind in your hair and the vibration between your legs, but there’s also a thrill in jumping off a cliff and you won’t catch me doing that either.
“Make it fast,” Tyler grumbles under his breath as he heads toward the coffee pot. I want to snap back and remind him that he doesn’t control who I talk to or for how long I talk to them. I’d also like to know where he was this morning, but that won’t go over well, and I don’t have the energy to fight again today.
So instead of starting shit, I roll my eyes, slide into my boots, and tuck my hands into the pocket of my hoodie as I step outside into the frigid cold.
Rhett stands with one hand tucked into the pocket of his jeans. “Hey, trouble. How are ya?”
Trouble. I love that he calls me trouble. It makes me feel so edgy and dangerous when we both know I’m neither.
“Not bad. How about you?” I glance down at the ground before meeting his gaze again. He’s changed so much. He used to be this skinny, nerdy type of dude. But since he relocated up here in the mountains, he’s been playing the part. He wears flannel and work boots, and his arms are covered in dark black ink. His hands are worn from working outside and his shoulders are broader too.
I probably shouldn’t notice these things. This is probably why Tyler hates me seeing Rhett. What’s wrong with me? No wonder we fight all the time. I’m jerking off to fantasy books and noticing another man’s shoulders.
That doesn’t stop me from going in for a hug, though. Smiling, I reach toward Rhett, closing my eyes as the scent of cedar and bike exhaust surrounds me. He’s not riding today, probably because of the weather, but I’m guessing he’s been working back at the shop.
“Pretty good. I was out at the library doing some work on the new addition today and I found this black feather I thought you’d like.” He raises it up toward the sunlight and moves it back and forth between his fingers, catching the light in the barbs. “You see how it’s sort of got this blue iridescent thing going on? I think it’s a raven.”
My heart warms again. Pretty soon, I’m going to have to take this hoodie off for Rhett. In the years Tyler and I have been together, he hasn’t once given me a feather. In fact, he’s usually reminding me of how dirty and illegal it is to collect them.
I say, if the most illegal thing I ever do is collect bird feathers, then I can call my life a win. It’s not like I’m plucking them off the bird’s body. I pick one up if it falls in my path. I suppose I don’t have to take it home, wash it off, and thoughtfully display it on my bookshelf, but I believe that every feather comes with a message and a challenge all rolled into one.
First, I have to identify what kind of bird dropped the feather, then what that particular bird means spiritually. It’s a whole thing, and the fact that Rhett remembered and came all the way up here to bring me one makes my heart smile.
He drags his hand down over his beard and hands the feather toward me. “I read that it means you’re being protected.”
“Well,” I laugh, “ you are. You found it.”
He glances at me with a coy smile. “That’s not how this game works. The feathers are all for you.”
“Well,” I pull my hands into my sleeves, “it’s actually for you . You’re the one who found it.”
“So, if I drop it here and you find it, then the message is for you?”
I grin widely. “Yeah, something like that.”
He nods and releases the feather at my feet with a grin. “Oh look, it’s a raven feather. I hear that means you’re protected.”
I can’t help but laugh as I bend down to pick it up. “Oh damn. That’s crazy! It’s like it was meant to be.” Smiling feels so damn good, even better than the orgasm I had earlier. I bet that means something is seriously wrong with me. Most everyone on Earth would prefer an orgasm to a smile, right?
I chew the inside of my cheek and tuck the feather into the pocket of my hoodie, trying to categorize this feeling that’s brewing in my chest. It’s not attraction. It can’t be. It’s not love. Of course I don’t love Rhett. Maybe it’s friendship. A really deep friendship. All I know is that my body is searching for connection, something to hold on to, something to remind me that I’m not the worthless waste of space that I believe I am lately.
Rhett stares down at the ground, then toward me again. “You okay?” His tone is stoic and soothing.
“Yeah.” I raise my voice way too high as I say, “Why do you ask?”
He lifts his heavy brows. “Well, your eyes are puffy, like you’ve been crying, and something happened in your head a second ago that wiped the smile right off your face.”
He’s right. I cried all night, but I didn’t realize it was noticeable. “No. Yeah, I’m good. I’m just… I don’t know. I… I watched a sad movie. Anyway, let’s talk about you. You still riding with those same guys?”
He hangs his head, then draws his dark gaze up from the porch slowly. There’s something about him that feels safe to me. I can’t put my finger on what it is exactly, but I imagine it has to do with the calm and careful way he carries himself. The way he thinks over his words before he speaks. It draws me in, begs me to get closer. “He’s being an asshole again.” Rhett doesn’t ask me. He tells me as though he already knows. Maybe he’s heard something through the grapevine. I’m pretty open with my sister-in-law about how bad all this gets. I’m sure my brother has heard and now Rhett knows.
I’m going to kill them.
My relationship issues weren’t supposed to be public knowledge. I don’t want people to know I can’t handle myself.
I can.
I stare down at my fuzzy, winter boots, then turn toward the cabin door. “I should get back inside. I appreciate the visit, though… and the feather.”
His hand reaches out and lands in a firm grip against my forearm. “I can’t let you go back in there.”
A shock of something warm and comforting rockets through me, though I reject it wholeheartedly. Hell, I don’t even know what to do with it. Whatever he thinks he knows about Tyler and I is wrong.
“Thanks, Rhett, but I’m okay. Really. This is just us. He gets stressed sometimes, and he acts like a dummy. No big deal.” That’s a lie. It’s a huge deal. Tyler’s unemotional, robotic nature affects me every day, but again, I can handle it.
Rhett’s big hand brushes down over his beard as he stares toward me with a harsh, downturned gaze. “That’s bullshit, and we both know it.”
I shake my head, swallowing the lump down in my throat. “Really, I should go, and you should get on the road before this storm hits. This mountain doesn’t play when the snow starts falling. You know that. This one is supposed to be bad. Loads of ice and strong wind.”
Rhett’s jaw locks and I get the feeling he’s contemplating what he’s going to do next, though I can’t figure what there is to do. He can either leave or stand on the porch and wait for Tyler to fight him, though I’m not sure what that would prove. Finally, he says, “Get in the truck.”
“What?” I smile with nervous energy and tuck a strand of frozen hair back away from my face.
“Get in the truck or I’ll put you there.”
At first my brain convinces me that he’s kidding, but the longer I stare at him in the cold darkening winter, I realize that he’s drop dead serious.
I fold my arms over my chest and glance away before looking back again. “And why would I get in your truck?”
“Because you know this isn’t good for you. And since you can’t see it yet, I’ll see it for you.”
“Oh…” I laugh. “Well then, I guess you’ve got it all figured out. You know this is none of your business, right? Who put you up to this? Ranger? My brother has no say—”
“Get in the truck,” His tone is flat and dark, “or tell me you’re going to end this today.”
“I think these biker guys are a terrible influence on you. You know that, right? You’d have never talked to me like this before.” I turn back and twist the knob on the door, cracking it open slightly before stepping up onto the threshold. “Tell my brother to mind his own business,” I groan and take another step forward, but Rhett grips my arm again, spinning me back toward him like he’s about to lift me from the ground.
“And I think Tyler is a terrible influence on you. The old you never would have let someone get away with this kind of shit.”
I roll my eyes and flinch away from Rhett’s grip as Tyler’s voice echoes in from behind. “Everything okay? I thought he was just dropping something off.”
I glance back with a tight stomach and a bit of nausea. I really don’t want to deal with the repercussions of this conversation. “Yeah, we were just saying goodbye.”
“Make it fast,” Tyler groans, shooting a dark glance toward Rhett. “I’ve got breakfast ready.” He steps back into the warmth of the house and pulls the door closed behind him with a heavy slam, forcing me to jump. He’ll tell me the wind caught it, but we both know that was a message to me. A message to get my ass back in the house or else.
I nod and turn back toward Rhett. Whatever he’s pulling here is with good intentions, but he’s crossing so many damn lines.
“Don’t come back here.” I try to look serious, but I’m not even sure I believe me.
He leans in, his tone low in my ear as he says, “This isn’t over. I’ll be back at sundown with friends. Pack a small bag and meet me by the birch trees at the furthest end of the property line. The weather will be bad, so dress accordingly.” He leans away but holds his stare with mine. “I’ve been following Tyler, and I know things about him you don’t want to be messed up with. Tell me you understand what I’ve just said.”
“What? Why have you been following Tyler? What is he doing?”
Rhett shakes his head, then turns away as snow starts to fall. “I’ll tell you when you’re safe. Just meet me by the birch trees at sundown, or I’ll make a scene.”
My heart thumps against my chest, and though this sounds like the start of a reverse harem novel I want to know the end of, I know reality doesn’t play out the same way. Even if it did, I wouldn’t have the courage to let it.