Chapter 18
HARLOW
"Do you believe him?" Jules asked, closing the door behind us.
"I don't know what to believe," I admitted. "It sounds plausible, doesn't it?"
"As plausible as anything he's ever said," Jules said darkly.
"So you don't buy it?" I went to turn on the coffee machine. "What about you, Cass?"
Cass moved over to look out the window onto the street below. "I want to believe my father wouldn't lie to me," he said slowly.
"Of course you do." I stepped over to massage his shoulders.
"You want to know what I think?" Boner said.
"No," Jules replied, pulling cups out of the cupboard.
"I think he's legit," Boner said, ignoring Jules. "I think he's a lot like us. He's seen the system let people down, and he's pissed off about it. Instead of bitching and complaining or sulking, he's doing something. What do you suppose him and his so-called associates get up to?"
He leaned his back against the wall beside the window and regarded me and Cass.
"If they're anything like us, all sorts of things they shouldn't be doing," I said with no judgement. I was in no position to point fingers at anyone else.
"Hey Jules, if you ever have dinner with your father, be careful if there's meat on the menu," Boner called out.
Jules flipped him off.
Cass made a disgusted face.
Boner grinned. "Sorry buddy. I found it too hard to resist."
"Try harder." Jules glared at him.
"Fun fact, Jules and I are BFFs now," Boner said.
"We are not BFFs." Jules shook his head and started to hand out cups of coffee as the machine filled them.
"We totally are," Boner whisper-shouted. "Just between us, I think he has a thing for me."
"Archer, do you have any poison?" Jules asked. "I need some of it for Boner."
Boner laughed, "You wouldn't do that to me."
Jules gave him a flat stare like he absolutely would given half a chance.
"No poison," Archer said, glancing up from his phone. "I've been doing a bit of research on the man Forrest thinks is the real Zeus. It's going to take a bit of digging."
"What have you found so far?" I asked.
"Nothing incriminating," he said regretfully. "He doesn't have 'Zeus' in brackets on his social media pages. Not even on his website."
"Well, that's rude," Boner declared. "Couldn't he come out and admit who he is? If he did, we would have dealt with him a long time ago."
"Inconsiderate and evil," I said. I knew I didn't like the guy.
"Those are the worst kind," Boner agreed.
"I'll keep digging," Archer said.
"Me too," Cass said. "If there's anything to find, we'll find it."
"Or we could go for the old-fashioned method," Boner said.
"Stab first and ask questions later?" Jules asked.
Boner snapped his fingers. "No, but that could work."
"What if he's innocent?" I kneaded Cass' neck muscles a little more firmly. He was tense as hell.
"Doubtful," Boner said. "Have you seen how small his eyes are?" He held his fingers in front of his face, slightly apart. "Like a literal bead. He's suspicious as fuck."
"Fuck is pretty suspicious," I said. "Boner, did you speak to him the other night?"
"Not really," Boner said. "He talked to a couple of other people, but I wasn't paying attention to him. He was just there, you know?"
"Hiding in plain sight," I said with a sigh. That figured.
"Who was he talking to?" Archer asked. "We can look into them as well."
"Good idea," I said. "Anyone we've seen speaking to him is immediately under suspicion."
"Did Forrest talk to him?" Jules asked.
"You really don't want to believe he's as innocent as he says, do you?" Cass turned to glare at him.
"Do I want to believe it? Yes," Jules said. "Do I believe it? Not so much. What has he done to prove he's not a monster? He could be setting us up. I know you want to think he's ready to pick up where he left off and be our dad, but it's going to take more than a few nice words for me to buy it."
"It's okay if you don't believe him," I said. "A lot of water has gone under the bridge, not all of it good. You can't expect someone to walk back into your life and everything's hunky-dory.”
If it took him days, weeks, or even years to accept Forrest again, that was okay. Whatever it took. I'd be here to support him, and Cass. The others would as well. That was what found family did.
"Exactly," Jules agreed. "There's no 'hunky' or 'dory' involved."
"Speak for yourself," Boner said. "I'm pretty hunky." He pulled his hair out of his bun and let it fall down to his shoulders. He shook it out like he was in a shampoo commercial, his eyes shining with humor.
Jules gave him the side eye. "If you say so."
"See, he likes me," Boner whispered loudly.
"I like you," Cass said, smiling at him, suddenly shy.
"I like you too," Boner put his coffee down and stepped around to the front of him and placed his hands on his cheeks. Pressing him between us, he kissed Cass' mouth softly. In case it wasn't obvious. "I love you, Cass Titmus."
"I love you too," Cass said.
"I love both of you," I said softly.
"We love you too," they said in unison.
"Yeah, yeah, stop rotting our teeth." Jules offered me and Cass a coffee before going back to get his own.
"As if you aren't as mushy as the rest of us." Boner scoffed. He picked his coffee back up and gave us all a toast. "To us. And to Zeus. We're hot on your trail now, asshole. You're going down."
He drew the last word out like he was some kind of action hero.
"To going down," we all echoed.
"Speaking of going down," Boner said with a grin. He finished his coffee and placed his cup in the dishwasher before doing the rounds, collecting the rest of them.
Whatever Boner had in mind, Archer beat him to it. He took my hand and pulled me into his bedroom, pulling off both of our clothes as we went.
"Is this a private party or can anyone join?" Boner called out, not sounding disappointed. Not yet anyway.
"Anyone can join," I said over my shoulder with a laugh. It was going to be crowded in Archer's room, but we'd make it work. We always did.
Archer pulled me down to straddle his lap, his erection nudging my stomach. I positioned myself so I knelt comfortably and lowered myself down onto his cock.
Boner grabbed up the lube from the side table and smeared a generous amount on my rear hole before settling behind me.
He rubbed the lube around and inside carefully and gently stretching me out to take more.
His hands on my hips, he replaced his fingers with his cock, easing inside me an inch at a time until he was all the way in.
"This was a good idea of yours, Archer," he said.
"Absolutely." Archer looked up at me, the sides of his mouth tipped up just a little.
I smiled back down at him, enjoying the feeling of being stretched and filled before Boner picked up the pace, moving in and out of me slowly, pushing me down further onto Archer's cock.
"I'm going to do that to you," Cass said.
I glanced over to see him pick up the lube.
"Be my guest." Boner wiggled his ass invitingly.
His face pink, Cass started to smear lube onto Boner's rear hole, stretching him and readying him for his own cock.
We all went still as Cass started to push himself into Boner, giving him a chance to get comfortable.
"You both feel incredible," Boner groaned. "Archer has the best ideas."
One of Archer's eyebrows twitched just a little because it wasn't his idea, but he was here for it anyway.
"I have an idea," Jules declared. He knelt beside my face, his cock in his hand, before sliding it between my lips. "Don't want to miss out on the fun."
I smiled at him with my eyes and sucked as Cass set the pace, thrusting into Boner who thrust into me, while Archer rolled his hips, pushing himself up into my pussy.
The world disappeared. The only thing left was the sound of groaning. The feeling of rolling, thrusting. The slick of sweat on sweat, skin on skin. The smell of my four men as they fucked me and each other. The taste of Jules on my tongue and at the back of my throat where he hit each time.
I'd never experienced anything like it before. It was sensory overload, like an orchestra. Not in sync, but not caring. Playing like there was nothing else in the world more important. Nothing but us. Right here, right now.
I wanted this to last forever, but the bliss grew quickly, overwhelming, hard and fast. I tried to slow it down, but it caught up to me, like a runaway train, slamming over me and making me cry out as I came. Once, then twice.
Boner groaned and he was coming, spilling his load into my ass.
Cass came a moment later, buried deep in Boner's tightness.
Jules looked pained, like he was trying to hang on, but he too tipped over the edge, his balls contracting before spilling his release into the back of my throat.
I swallowed him down, every single drop.
Archer was the last to come, as if he politely waited for everyone else to finish before he did. He thrust up into me a handful of times before, almost silently giving in to his orgasm. His lips pressed together, nose wrinkled, eyes half-closed.
Together we sagged onto the mattress. Boner, Cass and Jules sliding free. Me lying across Archer with him still buried inside me.
"That was peak life," Boner said breathlessly.
I managed a laugh. He was right, it was. If we died tomorrow, at least we went out with a bang. Pun intended. And what a bang it was. The possibilities, the pleasure we could find together and give each other was endless. This was just the start.
I didn't want to die tomorrow, if only because we had so much more to explore. So much more to do and learn.
"The very tip of the peak," Cass said, snuggling up to Boner.
"I see what you did there," Boner grinned and kissed his forehead. "All the tips."
"And some peaks," Archer said, squeezing my nipples gently.
"That's us," I said, trying to suppress a yawn. "All tips and peaks."
"And holes," Boner said.
"Holes everywhere," Cass agreed, sounding sleepy.
"Stop saying holes so much." Jules sounded just as tired.
I laughed softly then rolled off Archer. "I need to get washed up and get some sleep. I'd like to get my restaurants open again tomorrow."
"Not until Zeus is dealt with," Jules said, suddenly sounding more awake.
"What he said," Cass agreed.
"I'm with them," Boner said. "Sleep now, deal with asshole tomorrow. Get on with the rest of our lives the day after."
"I'll put that in my calendar," Archer said.
I sighed out my nose and headed toward the bathroom.
It sounded like a good plan, but would it work out the way we hoped?