Chapter 21
HARLOW
"I'm sorry about him," Cass said. He shoved his hair back off his face and sank down lower in his seat. "He has anger issues. Anything to do with what happened to Auggie, he… He loses his shit."
"He's not your fault," I assured him, while resisting the urge to agree.
That his brother had anger issues was abundantly clear.
I sympathized with them both for what their brother went through.
It was hellish, to say the least. Jules' problems, though?
They went deeper than that. Some people were just assholes.
"Have you met Archer Hardwick?" I made the introductions, somewhat belatedly.
"From what I saw on the news, Wolfgang Taylor-Francis was murdered," Boner said. "Was that you and Hardball?"
"Hardwick," Archer corrected.
"It might have been," I said cagily.
"What did he do?" Cass asked. That seemed to bother him more than me and Archer potentially killing someone. That darkness I saw in him was becoming more and more evident. The need for control. The desire for vengeance, violence.
Some might say he was unravelling, but I'd compare it to a flower opening, embracing the full extent of their beauty.
"He was abusing his wife," Archer said bluntly, expressionless. Stating facts without giving them emotion. "He did the same to his former wife. And…others. He grew up with violence, like many abusers do. It stops with him."
"It's a good thing he's dead then," Cass said, clearly trying to convince himself as he said each word. By the time he got to the end of the sentence, he was almost as all in as the rest of us.
Boner looked at me questioningly, but he didn't ask. Lucky for him and me. Secrets of the kitchen needed to stay in the kitchen. Not to mention I wasn't ready to tell Cass what he'd eaten the other night. That wasn't a topic for casual conversation.
"It's a very good thing," Boner said instead. "Shame I missed it."
"We missed you while we were doing it," I said, leaning over to pat his hand.
Archer gave me a look that suggested he didn't miss Boner, but he didn't say anything. He was probably trying to think how to make this into a meme.
"So, Granger Fairfield," I said. "We know when he's going to be in the city. What else do we know?"
We spent the next hour planning as best we could, discussing variables and what roles we'd play. Once we'd exhausted everything any of us could think of, I headed into the kitchen to make coffee.
Cass followed me in to help. "I really am sorry about Jules. I was hoping some closure might loosen him up. He blames himself for what happened to our brother. He thinks he should have known and been able to stop it."
"He does, or you do?" I asked gently.
I pulled out cups and placed them under the spout of the coffee machine. Adjusted the settings and pressed the button to start dribbling out hot coffee.
Cass aside. "Both." He took my elbow and turned me around, pressing my back against the counter. "What you're doing, it means a lot. If Auggie was here, he'd want to help. He was always standing up for people who couldn't stand up for themselves."
"He sounded like a good guy," I said.
"He was." Cass leaned in and slanted his mouth over mine. He kissed me lightly, then deepened the kiss as I wound my arms around his neck. He tasted of garlic, tomatoes and a hint of basil. Fresh and delicious, if I said so myself.
He slid his hands down my sides and cupped my ass, before picking me up and placing me on the counter.
"I'm going to eat you, right here," he said, soft but firm.
For a moment, my mind went in a completely different direction and I was torn between laughing and worrying he was being literal. But then he was sliding his hands up my skirt and over the gusset of my panties.
"Cass," I whispered.
Boner and Archer would wonder what we were doing in here.
I barely finished that thought when both of them appeared at the doorway.
"We thought we'd help with the coffee," Boner said. "Don't let us interrupt." He crossed his arms and leaned against the door frame.
Archer swallowed visibly, but did the same on the other side of the door frame.
"You want to watch?" Cass asked as he slid his fingers under the lace of my panties.
"You don't mind?" I asked, directing the question at all three of them.
"I said I'm good with sharing," Boner said. "It doesn't seem like Hard-on minds."
"Hardwick," Archer said absently. "No, I don't mind. Polyamorous lifestyles are becoming more accepted these days." Of course he'd have a statistical study in mind, even at a time like this.
"I want them to watch." Cass' tone was clear. Watching was okay, but that was all. He placed a hand on my chest to lean me back a little further, before tugging my panties down my legs and letting them drop to the floor.
"Let them see," he insisted. "Open your legs and let them look at your pussy. Let them see how wet you are for me."
I gave him a quick glance before parting my thighs, letting the cooler air hit my drenched pussy.
"Just like that." He ran his thumb down my seam before pressing it inside me, all the way to his knuckle. "You like that, don't you?"
"Yes," I whispered. "I need more."
With his other hand, he grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my face closer. "You'll get more when I say you can have more."
"Geek in the streets, freak in the sheets," Boner said to Archer.
Archer murmured his agreement, keeping his eyes on my pussy. He dropped his hand to the front of his pants and squeezed his cock through the fabric.
I was even wetter now. My body aching and begging for much more.
Cass dropped down in front of me, his hands on my thighs. He breathed in deeply, inhaling the scent of me before devouring me with his lips and tongue.
I arched my back and tipped my chin toward the ceiling. His mouth felt amazing. Firm. Commanding. He drove me hard, right to the edge.
Right before I came, he drew his face back. "Take off your top."
Without hesitation, I grabbed the hem and pulled it up and over my head, before tossing it down beside me on the counter.
"Bra too," Cass ordered. "Show us those gorgeous breasts of yours."
All their eyes on me, I reached back to unhook my bra and let my breasts fall free from the lacy confines.
"So fucking beautiful," Boner said softly. His hand was also on the front of his pants, gripping the rapidly growing bulge there.
"Ten out of ten," Archer agreed.
Boner snorted. "Twenty out of ten, bro."
"That's not possible, but whatever." Archer shrugged, never tearing his gaze from me.
Cass dropped his face back between my legs, running his tongue up and down my seam and grazing my clit with his teeth. "Come for us."
He barely finished speaking when I did as he ordered, coming hard and fast against his mouth. The whole kitchen disappeared, right down to the cool countertop under my heated skin. The only thing I was aware of was the three men, and bliss as it encompassed me.
"Fuck, you come so nicely, love," Boner said. "Definitely twenty out of ten."
Archer didn't correct him this time.
Cass rose to his feet and kissed my mouth, letting me taste myself as he undid his jeans and pushed them and his boxers down his hips. Hands on my thighs, he pulled me to him until his cock was nestled against my entrance.
"Tell me to fuck you," he ordered.
I was still breathless when I said, "Fuck me, please." If I didn't have him inside me right then, I was going to explode.
"Louder," he insisted. "I want those two to know and understand you're mine."
I tipped my head back again. "Fuck. Me."
He gripped my hips and drove himself into me, slow at first, but then with more force. Until he was buried inside me, all the way to the hilt.
"You feel fucking incredible," he whispered. "So fucking tight for me." He stood like that for a minute or two, his eyes closed, savoring the feel of our bodies joined. He pulled out slowly and slammed back in. "Touch yourself. Make those nipples hard for me."
I raised my hands and cupped my breasts, palming my nipples until they were rock hard.
"Good girl," Boner said. He pushed his own pants down and had his cock in his hand. Working it slowly up and down as he watched.
Archer glanced at him for a moment, swallowed deeply, then did the same, pulling out his cock and stroking it. Rubbing his thumb over his tip, spreading pre-cum over his skin.
Cass thrust into me slowly and evenly, trying not to rush but needing to give into his own body. His own needs. His desire to spill himself inside me.
"Touch yourself," he whispered, dipping his chin. "I want you to come around my cock."
I dropped one hand from my breast, down to my clit, rubbing my fingers around it, spreading my juices and pushing myself back to the precipice of a second orgasm.
"Come for me," Cass insisted. "Right. Now."
I couldn't hold back. I came again, my muscles clenching around his cock and forcing an orgasm out of him. He drove into me over and over, milking himself for every drop, while filling me with his release.
We both slumped down together, panting lightly and trying to catch our breath.
"Harlow, you're incredible," he whispered.
"No, you are, Cassius," I told him. "That was so good."
Better than good. I never knew I enjoyed being watched so much. I felt beautiful. Powerful. Desirable. Like a goddess.
"You need a new item on your menu," Boner said. "Cream pie." He grimaced as he came, a string of cum shooting from his tip, over his hand and onto the floor.
Archer snorted and followed suit, keeping his cum contained in his hand as he ground against it.
"I've never enjoyed being a wanker more," Boner said with a grin.
"Speak for yourself." Archer headed over to the sink to wash his hands before drying them and tucking his cock back in his pants.
"Good try, but you're just as big a wanker as I am right now," Boner teased.
Cass made a face and slid out of me. "Thank you. For letting me fuck you and for letting me be me." That meant everything to him, it shone in his eyes.
Here, with us, he could be himself without any of us judging him. Without us wanting him to hold back. If fucking me, ordering me around, and being watched were his things, we should absolutely do it more often.
I cupped his face with my hands. "I wouldn't want you to be anyone else." Boner was right, he was a geek in the streets and a freak in the sheets. You better believe I was here for all of it. I kissed his mouth, the taste of me lingering on his lips.
He wrapped his arms around me and pressed his cheek to mine. Softly he said something that sounded like, "I could fall for you."
I didn't say anything back, but the truth was I could fall for him too. Honestly, I could fall for all of them.
If we could survive dealing with Granger Fairfield without getting caught or killed.