Chapter 38
Lily
I t took a lot of convincing, but Ethan agreed to us staying on our little paradise island away from the real world tonight. What he didn't know was that the boatman hadn't reappeared just to take us back to where our car was parked, but I had asked him to do something for me.
My men had been distant. It was clear they were struggling with something they didn't believe they could share with me because of everything that had happened. Ever since I'd met them, it had been all about what they could do for me. I didn't want it to be about that tonight.
We were all hanging out by the pool when the doorbell rang.
"Who the fuck is that?" Ethan jumped to his feet.
"Oh, fuck. He's found us!" Ryan grabbed me.
"Who found us?!" My heart was rattling.
"Just get her inside. I'll go check it out." Matt started hurrying away.
"Fuck! I didn't expect him to figure out where to find us so soon!" Ethan grabbed hold of my hand and when I shrugged out of his reach, he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder.
"You can't take him on, on your own. I'm coming with you!" Eric looked around, his hands frantic. He growled when he found nothing to grab and ran off with Matt.
"Guys, what's going on? You're freaking me out! You don't think Terry and the..." I swallowed my words, unable to bring them to the surface when I looked around this massive empty house with nowhere to hide.
"Lily." Eric's voice tapped in, surrounding me. I jumped and it took me a moment to realize we had an intercom. I wasn't used to that shit. "Did you ask the boatman to bring a bunch of stuff?"
I let out such a huge breath, I almost passed wind out of my asshole. "Yes! Yes, I did."
"Lily..." Ethan groaned and lowered me to the floor.
"Fucking shit." Ryan wheezed and grabbed his head. "You're supposed to make us aware of stuff like that, Lily!"
"I wanted it to be a surprise." I frowned. My cheeks burned as I made my way to the door.
The boatman's eyes were startled, his skin flushed. He had a large bag over his shoulder like Santa's sack and a giant picnic basket in his hand.
"I brought the stuff you requested." He choked.
"Thanks so much. I'm so sorry about this. It's just...things are a little bit complicated at the moment. Matt, can you pay the kind man?" I asked, a small smile on my trembling lips as I stared up at his furrowed brows.
He did. "Sorry about that," Matt echoed and with a breath, he took the picnic basket. Eric took the bag. The poor man hurried away, scared as hell. I knew we were scared because we thought it was Terry and the kidnapper. But I guessed he didn't receive the most pleasant greeting. Either that or he thought we were batshit crazy. I doubted he'd be offering any more of his services anytime soon.
"What's all this?" Eric asked, testing the weight of the surprisingly light bag.
I shut the door behind us, bolts and all.
"Pillows, blankets, food, candles..." I listed. "I thought I'd do something nice for you all in return. I didn't think it would be this chaotic. Sorry." I winced at Matt.
"It's a sweet gesture." He sighed. "It just caught us off guard. Next time, tell us."
I let out an exasperated breath. "That's what Ryan said." I bristled, recalling the way he yelled at me. I'd never seen him that mad before. "But surprises don't exactly work like that."
"How are you doing?" Eric reached in with his arm around my waist.
My pulse was still causing a racket beneath my skin. "I'm fine. What about you guys? You're clearly more affected than you're letting on. You can talk to me about what you're feeling, you know that right?"
"Yeah, yeah. Sure." Eric nodded and released me.
"What's all this?" Ethan scowled at us when he and Ryan found us in the kitchen.
"A nice deed. You should fix your face," I told him while I popped the fish in our sparkling new, luxury wall oven. It would make my old oven look like its kid. The oven door opened and closed so smoothly, I was almost afraid I'd slam it too hard by accident. My old one took a bit of a push and pull and it would squeal in protest. I still couldn't believe this was ours.
"I'm sorry." He swiped his hand over his face. "So..." Ethan peeked into the bag Eric was now emptying. "You already intended to stay here tonight? What if I had said no?"
"I didn't know you were the boss. Besides, I'm sure I'd have found a way to convince you." I winked at him and he eased into a smile. "Now, get settled and relax." I motioned to them as I lowered the lights with a remote and set the mood with some candles.
Ryan came up behind me and swooped his arm around my belly.
"Stressed after everything that happened. I know that." I spun around to look him in the eyes. "I just want you all to know..." I directed my speech to everyone. "As much as you're here for me, I'm here for you too."
Ryan kissed my lips, the sweet scent of wine on his breath. I was drunk.
"What do you say we make ourselves busy while that food is warming up?" He smiled at me.
I grinned. "It'll burn by the time we're done."
"I'm burning for you. Do you think it was easy watching you get off with Matt, without us?" Ryan asked against my lips. His thumbs sank into my belly and it fluttered.
"Why didn't you join?" I pecked his bottom lip, biting a little. "I thought you were tired of me or something."
"Tired of you?" He chuckled. "Never."
Ryan groaned and deepened our kiss, grabbing me and smashing my body against his. My nerves tingled, there was a spasm between my legs.
"Ryan." I moaned as he pulled at my clothes with ferocity like he was about to rip them to shreds.
I opened my eyes to find Eric, Matt and Ethan over his shoulders. Their hands reached in to caress the empty spaces on my body. My eyes locked with Matt's and there was a twinge of guilt.
"Wait. I have something to tell you." I panted and stepped out of my panties.
"What is it?" Ryan cornered me in, away from the rest of the men and soaked his fingers with my arousal. "I need you so bad, Lily."
"Matt proposed." I gasped and moaned, my stomach flipping and fluttering like a flight of butterflies.
He tilted his head, his fingers still pounding me. I shuddered and gripped onto his undershirt, sinking my teeth into his shoulder.
"Is that right? What did you say?" He thumbed my clit and I cried out.
"Yes, yes, yes." I repeated. "I said, yes."
"So, what do you say guys? Should we marry her?" Matt grinned.
"I think so." Eric smiled, popping his cock out to stroke it whilst watching me lose my mind from Ryan's intentional fingers.
"I second that." Ethan moved forward to kiss my lips as Ryan took his lips further down my body, sucking on my breast, licking my abdomen and sliding his tongue against my sweet spot.
"Then, I guess we're all getting married." He breathed before pulling his fingers out and burying his face into my muff. "Mm, wife. You're delicious."
"Oh fuck," I moaned, right into Ethan's mouth, jutting my breasts against Matt's lips, locking my eyes onto Eric's in the dim candle light as his cock grew stiffer in his hand. The tension in his face matched the chaos in my body and I came against Ryan's face.
The oven beeped. "I should get that." I spoke through the aftershocks and the second climax, fast approaching, that I was sure was going to leave me a detonated mess.
"By all means, go ahead." Ryan pulled his face away with a grin and I breathed a sigh of relief as my devastating climax was staved off for now.
I looked over my shoulder at them to see Ryan exchanging a look with the guys and when I walked over to the oven, popped the door open and bent over to remove the fish, I almost burned my hand as he pushed into me.
"Oh, fuck." I grabbed onto the wall, grateful when one of the guys pulled the food from for me and skillfully manages to shut the door.
Through the reflection in the oven door, I watched myself being pounded and Ryan's face tense in pleasure. My legs wobbled and I climbed my next release. I was blown away when Matt found his way in front of me, his back smashed against the wall and his mouth on my pussy.
"Fuck!" I screamed, tightening to the point of almost decapitating Ryan's cock.
"Shit." He cursed, following me over the edge.
Matt wasted no time. He grabbed my legs and wrapped them around his hips.
"Fucking greedy." Ethan argued.
"Can't get enough of you." Matt slipped into me and fucked me until tears leaked down my cheeks.
"Let me inside you, Lily. Please." Ethan growled against my neck. His breath flickered strands of my hair.
My stomach tightened. He was thicker than the rest. Longer. I was both terrified and desperate. I wasn't prepared, but I wanted it. Needed them both.
Tentatively, I nodded. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched Ethan crack open the bottle of olive oil we were going to drizzle on top of salad later.
Clever. I licked my lips, my sobs growing louder into Matt's mouth.
Shivers of excitement raced down my spine and throughout the nerves in my pussy as Matt pounded me. Ethan was generous with the oil. He groaned a little when he stroked himself and I crumbled, growing wetter and sucking Matt's cock deeper into my pussy.
"Fuck, Lily." Matt reacted when he slipped out of me. I trembled when he shoved himself back inside.
Gripping his face and kissing him as he made sweet love to my G-spot, I came undone when Ethan pressed up against my asshole. Fuck, he slipped inside so fast, it shocked all of us. He pressed into my body, so that all my tender...well, most of my tender areas were crushed against Matt, and one in particular was at Ethan's mercy.
I was helpless against them both; they fucked me silly. Sweat, oil, grunts and moans came together as they fucked both my holes and left me loose and limp for Eric.
Eric laid me back onto the floor. His pace was slower. He kissed life back into me, used his hands as defibrillators against my breasts, revived me with his fingers moving over my skin. There were no words needed as his slow, sensual kisses reintroduced waves through my body, making me throw my arms around his neck and wrap my legs around his waist.
He grinned when I used my legs to tug him closer. Bracing his weight against the cold, hard tile, he slipped into me, slow and deliberate. My eyes rolled over in my head as soreness and pleasure made a sweet concoction.
It wasn't long until I was panting, crazed and in dire need. His hips kicked up a little faster, and faster, until his breath was shaking in his attempt to hold himself back.
"Lils." He groaned and I toppled him onto his back, enjoying the way he wrestled with himself, wondering how far I could take him before he spilled inside me.
"Eric." I moaned, climbing back onto him and edging my center against his tip. He gripped my hips to force me down onto him, but I pulled his hands away and threw them over his head.
His lips kicked up and he leaned upward to suck a nipple in his mouth. I lost my balance and slammed my too wet pussy against his cock, releasing his arms in the process. His grin faltered into need and his arms stroked up my back to run his hand through my hair and grip my neck. He held my gaze, pounding me with his hips from below and I cried out from my loss of control, bursting around him.
Forcing myself to remain in the moment, I made sure I didn't miss the second he came, watching with sweet pride, the way he surrendered and came undone.
Half naked, seated on the floor, I stared at the men who had transformed the hell out of my life, my outlook on love, and made my life more full than I could've ever imagined. Not to mention, elevated the hell out of my sex life. No man had ever fucked me as good as they had. And I got to have all of them to myself. I was such a lucky bitch.
Being here with them now, without the echo of a nosy neighborhood and my past thrown behind me, I knew that I had everything that I would ever need in this life. No more Terry and when I woke up in the night from the nightmares of my kidnapping, I could walk into the arms of my men, my soon to be...husbands?
"So, were you guys all serious about this marriage thing?" I asked, biting a piece of fish off my fork.
"Matt just went and stole my idea. I had it first. Of course I'm sure." Ethan smiled before sampling his fish as well.
"So, what should I call you? Hubby one..." I squinted my eyes and moved my pointer finger between each of them.
Eric grabbed my finger and leaned forward to challenge me, before kissing me. "Of course I'm Hubby one. There's no question about it."
"Yeah, whatever. You can have that." Matt rolled his eyes. "As long as I get to be married to you, I don't care what number I get. I'll still be the luckiest man in the world."
"Aww." I clicked my tongue.
Matt wiggled his brows at Eric.
Ryan rolled his eyes. "Listen to him." He balked.
"Aw, don't be jealous. You can be Hubby number four." Matt teased.
"Sounds to me like she's saving the best for last." Ryan winked over a forkful of fish.
It had been a while since I'd laid back and touched myself to the sight of them fucking each other. I was getting hot thinking about it. I ran my hand over my throat and took a sip of wine, before shaking my head. This was all insane. I chuckled as the idea of all of us showing up in front of a pastor and asking him to marry us popped up in my head.
"I'm so glad we didn't have to keep it a secret. I don't like keeping secrets between us. Speaking of which..." I took a sip of chilled wine. "Are you guys going to tell me what's going on?"
"What do you mean?" Eric's gaze dropped to my breasts as the blanket slipped.
"Focus on your food." I blushed and covered myself as if I wasn't already throbbing between my legs, just being naked on the floor with my four hot men. I gulped and tried to keep the focus off sex, because there was a reason why I arranged this. "Really, though. There's no one here but me and you. If there's something you need to get off your chest, you must know that you have a safe space here with me. Whatever is bothering you, I want to help."
Eric's eyes dropped to his plate. Ryan coughed.
"It's nothing." Matt smiled but it didn't reach his eyes this time.
"No, no. You're not getting off this easily. I know why you didn't come inside the Women's Center with me today, and even though I don't approve, I understand."
They all froze and turned to look at me. I was sure I saw their hearts creeping up to their mouths. Matt, Ethan and Eric turned red and their throats contracted as if they were suffocating. Ryan filled his cup up with some more wine and downed it in a couple of chugs.
"Hey, hey. It's okay. I understand. What happened... It didn't just affect me. And with everything else you have going on inside your heads, your lives, I'm sure it's all too much. Let me in. If I'm going to be your wife, I've got to be good for more than just sex and a charity case." I frowned.
"Not this again. How many times? You're not a charity case." Ethan choked out.
I knew I wasn't. It had been a while since I'd used that term. But still... "I need to be... I don't know... useful to you too. We can handle whatever we're all going through together."
It was just on the tip of their tongues. Their eyes pleaded with the need to tell me.
"Just say it." I soothed. "I won't judge you. I won't think you're weak if you break down, if you open up." I moved closer, reaching out to brush my hand against Ryan's hand gripping the blanket, smoothed my hand over Eric's tense jaw, ran a finger over Matt's wrinkles and placed my hand over Ethan's pummeling heartbeat.
"When you say you know why we didn't come inside, what do you mean?" Ryan asked. There was a storm in his eyes and I couldn't help but move over to wrap my arms around his shoulders.
"Just that I can see you're struggling with something. And I forgive you for not coming inside, because I understand. But if you had come in, the therapist could've helped you guys too." I pulled back to look at them. "Is that where you went? To see a separate therapist?"
Ethan's fork clanked against his plate. His hand was shaking and he cleared his throat. "This fish is really good. The flesh is so soft and juicy. Seriously, all the flavors ooze onto your tongue. You've really outdone yourself."
"Ethan," I groaned. "You're trying to dodge opening up. I don't understand why. You're not going to hurt me with the truth." I breathed.
"Nah, no. That's not it," he said, taking a breath. "Let's not worry about all of that right now and focus on this beautiful food you prepared. It's delicious, isn't it?" He looked at the guys who were stiff with confusion.
I shook my head. We were so close. Damn it.
"Whatever, it's fine. Besides, your attempt to flatter me is wasted. All I did was warm it up. The boatman cooked it, I think. Caught it fresh from the lake. See, ha! You managed to distract me. I guess if you aren't ready yet, I won't..." My speech was interrupted by Ethan spitting the food from his mouth.
Around me, Ryan, Matt, and Eric started gagging. Um, what? Was it something I said?
Ethan rushed to his feet and took off running. Matt and Ryan followed behind him. I sniffed the fish and raised it to my lips for a nibble to test if it was off or something.
Eric slapped it from my hand. "Don't eat that!" he yelled before heaving and grabbing his mouth. He jumped up as well.
"What the hell is going on?!" I shouted in horror, hurrying to my feet and running after them.
Ethan barely made it out the door before he was retching on the concrete seated area of our garden. Ryan could hardly contain himself and followed suit in the grass. I stood there, gobsmacked and disgusted as they all left their stomachs on the ground of our environs, and wondered whether or not I should be worried that the food was contaminated, and if I'd also soon start throwing up. It didn't taste funny to me, and how would they know that something was wrong with it? They were eating it without a problem before.
Poor them. They must have gotten a bad batch, like their fish sat out for too long or something. Or my conversation about emotions turned their stomachs. Ah hell, I was just trying to help.
Ugh. For better or for worse, they say. Plus, I'd handled worse while taking care of my mother. I took a deep breath, stepped around the mess and walked up to them, soothing their backs before heading to search for a bucket, filling it with water and washing down the concrete.
"Well, this didn't exactly go to plan, did it?" I said, coming inside to find them pale and spent. "I'm sorry. Next time I'll bring up a hard conversation like that when we're not eating? Oh, no. I'm sorry. Please don't throw up again! Ah, hell!"