14. Harper #2
Ghost came to kneel in front of Magnus, grabbing my legs and pulling me forward so my pussy was right in his face. “Is this the first time it’s happened to you?” Ghost asked as he opened my legs wider to expose me to him even more. “Look at you. You’re still dripping.”
Seconds later, I was screaming once again as Ghost latched his mouth on me and sucked.
Magnus held me still the best he could while my legs clamped around Ghost’s head.
My efforts to crush his skull didn’t stop him from tongue fucking me into squirting more right into his mouth.
He refused to stop until I was wrung out dry and sobbing as my mind went numb with pleasure.
Magnus gathered me up and pulled the blanket off the back of the couch, tucking me into a burrito.
Once again, he settled me in his lap, cradling me against his chest as he stroked my hair and pressed a kiss to my forehead.
“You were a good girl, doll, following the rules. Now relax, and we’ll pick out another movie to watch while you rest.”
The way his praise filled me with a sense of pride was a new sensation I thought I might become addicted to.
I was allowed to pick the next movie as well, but then the guys got their turn which led us to watch the Jurassic Park series. While I wasn’t the biggest fan of them, things started to look up when Chris Pratt became involved.
“Do I get a list?” I asked at the closing scene of Jurassic World.
Jaxson frowned at me. “A list?”
“Yeah, you know, the list of famous people, if given the chance you can sleep with and not get in trouble,” I explained.
All three of the brothers basically growled at this idea giving me the impression of their answer.
“Does that mean we get a list as well?” Ghost demanded, crossing his arms, glaring at me. “So if Scarlett Johansson agreed to let me fuck her, you would be fine with that?”
“Ghost, if you were in the position to ask her and she agrees, I say go for it. How many chances could you possibly have to make that happen?” I questioned.
“The whole point is that the probability of it occurring is so small there’s no harm in agreeing to it.
The effort I would have to put in for me to even land myself in the same circle that Chris Pratt interacts with would be nuts. ”
“No,” Magnus declared, his voice icy with its finality. “You don’t get a list, and neither do we. The idea of it is ridiculous. You are ours, doll, and we do not share no matter how unlikely it might be.”
Blinking at him a few times, surprised by his vehemence, I looked at the other two, and they seemed just as upset.
“Guys, look, I didn’t mean to say this to piss you off.
It’s a common topic of conversation. Even married people talk about who’d be on their list. Let’s drop the topic and put on the last movie. ”
“Yeah, not gonna happen,” Jaxson answered with a huff. “Ghost, can you go in and remove all the movies that Chris Pratt is in? We wouldn’t want our woman to be distracted by someone she wants to sleep with while she’s spending time with us.”
Shoving out of my blanket cocoon, I stood with my hands on my hips, looking at the three of them. “You can’t be serious. It was a simple comment, and how do you know I was serious about it being him I would add to my list? It could be Channing Tatum or Bruce Willis for all you know.”
“Can I just say it’s very distracting to see you standing there with no pants on,” Ghost commented, his eyes glued to my coochie.
My hand shot out, and I smacked him upside the head. “Eyes up top, Casper, this is something we need to talk about, and I need your full attention.”
“It would work better if you had your pants back on or even the blanket around your waist,” Jaxson pointed out.
Muttering to myself, I snatched up my pants from the floor and slipped them back on while also grabbing the blanket to wrap around me. “Are we good now?” I demanded.
All three of them nodded, now looking me in the eyes.
“Thank fuck. Now there is no need for Ghost to remove all the movies with Chris Pratt in them. While I think he is attractive, there isn’t a chance in hell I will ever get to meet him in person, let alone find an opportunity to ever sleep with him…
which I won’t even if he offered. He is a married man, and I would never be the other woman no matter what. ”
None of them looked at all convinced by my words as they sat there silently judging me.
“Then why did you ask if you could have a list?” Magnus inquired. “If there is no hope in you being able to act on the list, why even bring it up or have one?”
“It’s a getting-to-know-you question, if you will.
I tell you who my celebrity crush is, and you tell me yours.
Then we laugh about making them part of our list so that if pigs fly and a chance for it happens, neither party is upset.
It’s all hypothetical, not to be taken as an official contract or anything,” I explained in detail.
When their expression didn’t change, I tossed up my hand, letting the blanket fall to the floor, and I sat on the large ottoman, resting my head in my hands. Not knowing what else to do, I just stared back at them, which turned into a contest to see who would blink first.
For what seemed like forever, we stayed in this battle of wills until I’d had enough. “Okay, that’s enough. I’m going to scrounge up some snacks while you three pick the next movie. I’m not going to play this game with you any longer.”
“Wait,” Ghost blurted, making me pause. “I can’t think of anyone I’d want beside you. Every person I keep trying to picture sleeping with who isn’t you feels so wrong and icky.”
I paused on the step up into the kitchen, utterly perplexed. “Is that what you were just doing? Sitting there trying to think of who you would want on your list?”
“Yeah,” he answered. “You said it was a getting-to-know-you game, and we want you interested in us and what we think.”
“Are you two doing the same thing?” I questioned, pointing between the other two.
“I came up with Audrey Hepburn, but she’s dead,” Magnus said, shrugging.
“Kirsten Vangsness, Penelope from Criminal Minds, is someone I want to hang out with for a night, but I wouldn’t sleep with her. Also, she’s more of a fan of the ladies than men, so I don’t think she would offer,” Jaxson shared.
“You’re all mad. You know that? Batshit crazy,” I mumbled as I turned, continuing into the kitchen. “That whole time, they were sitting there thinking…” Shaking my head, I started opening cabinets at random, looking for something to munch on.
The feeling of warmth on my back alerted me that one of them had joined me in the kitchen, but I ignored them and kept looking. Half the cabinets were filled with pots, pans, dishes, and spices. When I did find food—it was canned or dried.
“How do you live in a home with no snacks?” I asked, moving to the refrigerator in the hopes something might be in there.
“This is a home we visit when we need time off, but it’s not our main residence, so most of the food is nonperishable.
Otherwise, we go to the market and get food for the next few days to cook fresh.
Many people here shop every day or take food from their gardens to make their meals,” Magnus answered.
Sighing, I turned, leaning on the counter to face the grump. “It seems we don’t have much left in the fridge.”
“What do you think about going out for dinner?” he asked, coming to lean next to me. “You seem to have recovered from your hangover, and it might be a good idea for us to take you out on a proper date.”
“A date?” I blurted, gawking at him. “Like as if I were your girlfriend?”
“Since the idea of soulmates seems to overwhelm you, then yes, we can start with you admitting you’re our girlfriend,” Magnus clarified.
Narrowing my eyes at him, I watched his face, trying to discern if he was plotting something else or being serious. He just looked at me and raised a questioning eyebrow while waiting for my answer.
“All right, let’s go on a date,” I agreed with a nod and headed off to the bedroom to change.