Little Rejects

CHAPTER EIGHT | CHERRIE

CHERRIE

DESPITE TEN DAYS OF bed hopping and learning the differences between each boys’ rooms, I still have a moment of disorientation when waking up, especially at night. It’s worse when I’m alone in the bed. Usually, I can tell who’s curled up around me based solely on their body, the way they’re holding me, and their scent.

But I’m in Tieran’s room and the bed is empty behind me. The sheets cool. Cool enough to make me think he left straight after I dozed off.

I hate that.

It doesn’t happen often, and sometimes they’ve only just gone to the bathroom, but other times, especially closer to dawn, they leave to check the generator or do other things that keep the lodge running. I’m constantly reminded that these are self-reliant and self-sufficient men who are used to living out in the middle of nowhere alone.

Regardless, I’m not a fan.

Moody, I crawl out of the warmth, pull on Tieran’s discarded top and a clean pair of Milo’s socks and shuffle my way down. Already knowing I would find them in the kitchen, surrounding the table, mugs of freshly brewed coffee in hand.

Sure enough, that’s where the raised voices led me, until I heard my name.

“She’ll just have to deal with it,” Cal answers.

“Well, I’m not going to be the one to tell her,” Tieran mutters. “This was your idea.”

“And we’re sticking to it. In another day, the snow will stop. The roads will get plowed. We’ll load up the truck and get the fuck out of this godforsaken town once and for all.”

A cold, slimy sensation pools in my stomach. The sensation of missing a step in the dark. A quivering, frantic sensation that has my mouth going dry.

“Are we going to drop her off at her apartment first?” Milo asks softly.

“No.” Something cracks on the table. A mug, I think. “We don’t have time for that. Kyle will meet us on the highway and we’ll drop—”

I’ve had enough.

My hurt and betrayal is white, hot flame searing through me with a rage I have never felt before. It’s its own heartbeat pounding between my ears. It’s a jagged knife wound slicing out my heart.

I step into the doorway. Nails cutting into my palms as I stare at the three men I have loved since I was old enough to know what the feeling was. Their beautiful faces lift simultaneously and fix on me with varying degrees of surprise.

“ Chérie?”

“Fuck you!” I bite out through my teeth, through the tears I can feel cutting up my chest. “Fuck all of you. I never should have ... I should have known—”

“Cherrie, hold on,” Cal began, rising from his seat slowly, one hand up. “Let me explain.”

The laugh is brittle leaving my lips. “I heard you. You’re done fucking me but can’t be bothered to at least take me home so you’re just going to dump me off on the side of the highway like some discarded whore you’re not even going to pay for because I gave it all up for free.”

Dark thunderclouds of rage crash over his features. “Stop it,” he warns, low and heavy.

“Bite me!” I snarl back. “I trusted you. You used me. You brought me here knowing I was stupid enough and pathetic enough—”

I break off with a yelp when his large hands close around my arms and he gives me a hard shake.

“I said stop!”

I’m openly crying which only infuriates me more. I dig my forearms into his chest, and I shove him off me with every ounce of my strength.

“Get off me!” I scream, breathing hard.

He immediately lets go and takes several stiff steps back, but his eyes are black fury, and something that might be fear but I don’t give a fuck.

“I’m going home. Myself,” I run my hand under my nose. “I don’t ever want to see any of you again. You’re all fucking assholes.”

I pivot on my heels, mind spinning as I try to remember where my tights went, or my underwear. I’m fully prepared to march through the snow bare ass naked because I am not spending another night—

Hard arms swing around my waist, and I am lifted off the ground. My legs kick the air as I’m spun. My spew of profanity, threats and promises are ignored as I’m physically hauled to the table and dropped on the corner.

“Stop!” Tieran snarls, voice louder than I’ve ever heard it. Face dark. Angry. “Stop,” he says again. “You are going to say nothing, and you are going to listen, Chérie. You’re not leaving this fucking room until you listen.”

I slap his hand off me. “Why? Because you need a few more days of pussy—?”

It’s Milo’s gentle brush across the back of my clenched fists that stops me. His gray eyes are bright. Pleading. There is only stark panic in them.

“Please,” he whispers.

I want with every breath left in my body to be strong enough to jump off the table and storm out, but I’m weak. Pathetic. In so much pain I can’t breathe.

There is nothing they can say to explain what I heard, but I find myself stilling. I let my gaze brush Tieran’s briefly.

“Back up.”

His jaw coils, but he moves. Cal is leaning against the counter, arms folded. Even Milo edges back a few feet.

I lick my lips. My chin trembling and wet from the tears I can’t stop, but I hear them out.

“Explain,” I croak.

No one speaks for a solid minute. Glances are exchanged and finally it’s Cal who opens his mouth.

“We were never going to leave without you, Cherrie. Taking you with us was always the plan.”

I use the cuff of my sleeve to wipe my eyes. “What are you talking about?”

He sighs wearily and pushes upright. “Why do you think we stopped at the gas station that night?”

“We went for you,” Tieran murmurs.

I look between the two, trying to catch the joke, but only see the hard lines of their desperation.

“We were parked miles in the opposite direction, sweetheart,” Cal says softly. “We left everything in that truck, hiked three miles in the opposite direction, nearly got caught because ... because we weren’t fucking leaving without you.”

I sucked on my bottom lip, ignoring the flutter in my chest.

“What will I have to deal with that wasn’t Tieran’s idea?”

For the first time Cal winces and lowers his chin. “That’s a bigger...” He steals a peek at the other two.

“She’s going to find out,” Tieran says.

Cal sighs. “We did a hit.” His brown eyes lift to my face, searching. Waiting for a reaction. But Jefferson holds no secrets. I’ve always known what they were. What they did. “It’s pretty big. It’s our last. That’s the promise. We just needed a good one to get us far from here. We had it all in the truck that night. The only thing we needed was you. The storm covered our tracks. Once the roads get plowed, we’re getting out of here. With you,” he adds quietly.

“Hit?” I mumble stupidly. “From where?”

More glances are exchanged.

Cal rubs a hand over the back of his neck. “It might be safer if you don’t know that. They’re some pretty bad people.”

My heart claps in my chest as his words register. “Are you insane? What if you were caught? What if they find you?”

Tieran steps forward, barely. A shuffle, but he keeps his distance. “The plan was perfect. He has no idea who did it. His men only caught up to us because we turned back to get you.”

“No one saw us. No one knows it was us and no one will,” Cal assures gently. “We’ve been planning this for almost two years.”

“And I was part of that plan?” I mutter, not bothering to hide my skepticism.

“From the fucking beginning,” Tieran says without hesitation. “It was all built around you.”

I swallow and rub my raw cheeks with the sleeve of my top. “You said big. How big?”

The corner of Tieran’s lips curve. “Big. We’ll be comfortable for a while.”

“If we’re careful,” Cal snaps back. “Stupid gets caught.”

Tieran puts a hand up. “I know. I know.”

“And you just left it in the truck to come get me?” I press on.

“I told you, we weren’t leaving without you, baby. You’re fucking ours.”

I rub my cold, trembling fingers together. “What about dumping me off with Kyle on the highway and not at my apartment?”

Cal frowns. “I never said that. Kyle helped get us the hit and carry it out. We’re dropping off his cut. Only his cut. And we can’t go back to town, Cherrie. It’s too risky. I’m sorry, sweetheart. Whatever you need, we’ll replace it.”

“Or you can just live in our clothes. I definitely don’t mind,” Tieran pipes in quickly.

I tug on my sleeves, dragging the damp fabric over my fingers and twisting them up. “I ... my parent’s photos...”

The three exchanged glances.

“We’ll figure it out,” Cal says instantly. “Make us a list.” I start to shake my head, but he’s in front of me, his fingers lifting my chin. “Write a list. We’ll get them.” The rough pad of his thumb brushes my cheek when I don’t pull away. “We never meant to hurt you, Cherrie. We would never—”

Maybe I’m a fucking idiot, but I’m reaching for him and he’s already there. Pressing into my space. Scooping me into his arms. Dragging me into his lap. His fingers are wrapped in my hair, pressing my face into his shoulder. Against my chest, his heart is thundering. Frantic cracks that resonate through me. I think he’s shaking, but maybe that’s me.

“I’m sorry I yelled at you,” I whisper. I lift my face to glance at the other two. “I thought ... I thought the last few days meant nothing to you.” I nibble on my lips and watch my finger poke at the hole in the cuff of the sleeve. “I thought I was just another girl you were going to leave behind and forget. I couldn’t stand it if ... if I meant nothing to you when you mean everything to me.”

“You mean everything to us,” Milo whispers. “Fucking everything, Cherrie.”

Cal and Tieran nodded, both their eyes bright and focused.

“Do you still want me after this?” I only half teased, partially trying to ease the horrible tension suffocating the room.

Cal’s chest expanded. His brown eyes lifts to Tieran’s who clicks his tongue and glances to Milo who hasn’t taken his eyes off me once. His complexion is a sickly white that hurts my stomach.

“You might need to make up for calling us assholes,” Tieran decides.

“Fucking assholes,” Cal corrects him.

“I promise,” I murmur, my eyes never leaving Milo’s. “For the rest of my life if you’ll let me.”

My heart pounds as I wait for him to move. To accept my apology because I may have yelled at the others, but I broke Milo’s heart and my promise never to leave him, and I will regret it for the rest of my life. Even if he forgives me.

I push to my feet, nerves raw as I peer up into his beautiful face. I’m too scared to touch him, but so desperate if for no other reason than to assure him I’m still here.

“Milo,” I whisper.

The others are confused, but neither speak as I wait for the man with the silver eyes to trust me with his heart again.

A muscle heaves in his jaw. His hands open and close but stay at his sides. Tears blur his outline and I’m terrified I’ve lost him.

“I’m sorry,” I croak. “I—”

His arms capture me and crush me into the panicky chaos of his heart. It’s a wild drum pounding against his chest and sending electric currents of fear across his body. I wedge my sob into his collarbone and let him squeeze me tighter. Cutting my air, but I don’t fucking care.

“I’m sorry,” I repeat over and over into his bobbing throat. His chin. His mouth. “I’m so sorry. I will never do that again. I promise.”

His gray eyes open and peer down into mine and I put everything right out into the open. Letting him see everything. My love. My fears. My need.

“You’ll stay?” he asks quietly.

I nod vehemently. “I’ll stay...” I glance at the other two. “If you still want me.” Because they hadn’t really said.

Tieran snorts, moving to stand behind me, hands firm, warm weights on my hips. “Like you’re ever getting rid of us, mon chérie. You’re ours.”

Cal stays in place, but there is mild humor in his eyes. “I have several yards of rope and three beds. Try to leave.”

Despite the shiver that passes through me, I chuckle shakily. My gaze moves back to Milo and I lean up for his lips only to find them already seeking mine.

The kiss is hot and urgent. The desperate hunger of a man starved. His hands are clawed in my hair, pulling strands from the roots as he devours me.

Punishes me.

I don’t stop him. I accept his biting teeth and hurting hands. I accept the second set of hands sliding under my top and gliding across my belly from behind. They slide up to cradle my breasts. To pinch my nipples until I’m panting against Milo’s mouth. Milo breaks his assault to rip off the hindrance keeping me from him. Tieran reaches for my socks, but I pull away.

“No, I want them on.”

Milo’s eyes darken. The only warning I’m granted before I’m lifted up and dropped on the table. Cups and dishes are moved, then they’re standing above me, each taking a side with Milo between my legs.

“How do we carry out her punishment?” Tieran asks from my right.

“A spanking comes to mind,” Cal mumbles from my left. “Then we edge her until she never runs off without talking again.”

I want to protest, but Milo is tracing a line inside my spread thighs from inner knee down. Down. Down.

“Take turns with her,” he murmurs so quietly I almost don’t hear him. “Fuck every hole, but she’s not allowed to cum until tomorrow.”

My eyes widen. “Tomorrow?”

Pupils circled by a thin band of silver flick up to mine with a barely suppressed rage I have never seen on Milo. “Or a week.”

I immediately submit. “Tomorrow’s fine.”

His attention moves to his brothers, but his fingers are drifting over my lips. Between them. Pressing on my clit. Not enough though and I’m trying with every molecule in my body not to grind into his hand. “She’s our fuck toy for the rest of the night.” Two fingers ease inside me. Casual. Slow. Like I’m not even a person attached to the hole anymore. “We’ll build a bed in the living room.”

I dig my fingers into my thighs to keep from touching myself. Him. Them. Anything. Cal has lowered his head to my breasts and sucks them into his mouth one at a time. Palming the other. Rolling the nipples. Tugging. Tieran has my face. His eyes dark.

“It’s going to be a long night, chérie. We’re going to defile your pretty, little body in ways that will make you wet just thinking about and you’re going to let us because you’re my good girl, right?”

God, I love when he calls me that. I would give him my soul just to be his good girl.

“Yes,” I hear myself gasp, and sob when Cal bites too hard and Milo goes too deep.

Tieran gives me a gentle smile and brushes my cheek with his thumb. “What’s your safeword, chérie? We need to know when to stop if it’s too much.”

Milo swaps his fingers for his cock, and I arch off the table. His hands are on my knees, pushing them apart while simultaneously driving himself into me with punishing pumps.

I have to think hard around the slap of his body against mine and the sweet ache of Cal’s teasing on my breasts.

“Um ... Lawson?”

All three heads jerk in my direction, and I would have laughed if they didn’t look outraged by the choice.

“That would definitely stop any scene.” Tieran mused dryly. “All right. Lawson it is.”

With a jerk of his head towards Cal, the pair pull away and move out of view, leaving me and Milo on the kitchen table. Our eyes lock, but there is still anger in his as he takes me.

“I thought you were using me,” I try to explain. “I didn’t think you would care if I left.”

His brows slam together, creating a deep V between them as he quickens his thrusts. His fingers bruise my hips where he grips me.

“I fucking cared, baby. I’ve never...” He pulls back and thrusts back, sending a shockwave of pain and pleasure snapping through me. “You promised.”

My heart wrenches. “I meant it. I still do.” I push up and anchor my legs around his hips and scoot close enough to wrap my arms around his neck. “I love you, Milo. If it were all a lie, I would want to die because I would never recover.”

He stills.

His soft pants wash over my face, teasing the strands framing my cheeks.

“You mean it?”

I nod, touching his face. “I swear.”

His kiss is gentle. As soft as the quiet, “I love you,” he murmurs against my lips. “But you’re still getting punished.”

Too relieved and elated to care, I drop back on my hands and open my legs wider. “I’ll be a good girl.”

By the time Cal and Tieran returns to haul me into the makeshift bed in the living room, Milo’s cum is a sticky mess running down my thighs. I’m tender and swollen. I’m seconds from cumming on a gust of wind, but one look from Milo has me bearing down.

He sits back on the sofa to watch. Arms extended across the back. Face a masterpiece of flickering shadows under the firelight from the hearth. He says nothing as Tieran pulls me on his cock. His hands gripping my waist. I try to take control when the hard plunge upwards with his hips hit every nerve in my vagina.

“Slow ... fuck, slow, Tieran.” I beg, nails digging into his chest as I fight against my orgasm. “Shit. Shit. Shit!”

“Don’t cum, chérie,” Tieran taunts, rolling his hips and sending my head back. “I can feel how close your cunt is. You’re gripping me so fucking hard.”

I clap a hand over his mouth. I’m sweaty and shaking and I’m ready to cry.

“Shut up!” I wheeze. “God, I’ll kill you.”

His snicker is hot against my palm. He continues to press into me. A little harder each time and for a second, I almost forget.

“Are you going to stop and talk to us before getting angry and running off?” Cal traces a finger down my arched spine. Nape all the way to ... he circles my asshole.

“Cal ... Cal, wait...” He nudges up one knuckle. “Fuck!”

The burn and pressure make me see stars.

“Well?” he urges, unforgiving. “What do you say, Cherrie?”

I nod frantically. “Yes. Yes, I swear, I’ll ... I’ll...”

Tieran has a nipple in his mouth and his hands are pulling my ass cheeks apart for his brother to sink deeper. Second knuckle. The raw, unlubricated digit is killing me and still I want him deeper.

“You’ll what?” Cal growls.

I lick my lips. “I’ll talk. I’ll stop and talk. Please. No more.”

Both men snort.

“You think it would be that easy?” Tieran laughs.

“After scaring us like that?” Cal adds. “No, sweetheart, this is just the beginning.”

The finger in my ass vanishes. I hear a pop and a squelching noise, and I know what’s happening even before Tieran drags me forward across his chest. His grin is filthy while he pulls my cheeks wide.

“Deep breath, chérie,” he coaxes.

My eyes widen with the first nudge of Cal’s slippery cock against my back entrance. “Wait. Wait...”

No one’s listening as he crowns. The burn is familiar, but the confinement. The lack of space for him as he rocks his way deeper. Tieran already dominates my whole vagina, and Cal is forcing his way...

I cum.

I tried everything to keep it contained. I practically chewed a hole in my lip, but that suffocating tightness. The unforgiving stretch. My orgasm rips me in half.

I wail and slam wildly down on the pair. I cut rivers of red across Tieran’s chest. I vaguely hear the two swear and grab me, but I am lost in the blinding madness that won’t end.

It hurts and I love it and I’m begging for them to stop and not stop. I am soaking wet. Drenched in sweat and a hot flood of my release that coats Tieran, the mattress, and Cal. I’m flooded by Cal’s cum pumping into my ass and Tieran following a second later adding his to Milo’s.

I’m barely conscious when I’m rolled onto my back and three faces peer down at me.

“I counted four,” Milo murmurs.

“Six,” Cal growls, still panting. “Her ass nearly ripped my cock off.”

“Definitely six,” Tieran agreed. “Her pussy couldn’t get me in deep enough.”

“Six.” Milo sighed as if disappointed. “Six in a row. You must be so sensitive, Cherrie.”

I try to nod, but I’m so tired and my sweaty limbs won’t stop twitching. My heart is pounding ... everywhere, and I’m wheezing uncontrollably.

“That’s too bad. We’re not finished with you.”

Milo forces my thighs wide and drags me to him by my hips. His thumb wedges into my thrumming clit and I’m struggling to pull away as the overstimulation has my body bucking wildly.

“Milo...” I’m crying.

But he keeps rubbing in circles with one hand and palming his beautiful cock with the other. The head is moved to my opening when a figure throws a knee over my head and I find myself peering up at Tieran straddling my face with his fully erect dick nudging my lips.

“Open, sweetheart. Clean your pussy off so I can have a turn with your ass.”

My mouth comes open on its own when Milo thrusts up inside my soaked and tender channel. Tieran takes that as an invitation and fills my mouth.

Despite the exhaustion, despite the rest my body is begging for, I pull my knees wider for Milo and dig my nails into Tieran’s ass cheeks, driving him deeper down my throat.

I want this. I want my boys like this. I want them to take me and fill me and remind me I’m theirs.

Somehow, I can’t be sure how when they are everywhere, touching everything, fucking everything, I’m aware of sitting in Tieran’s lap, his cock in my ass, my back to his chest, both our legs open wide to accommodate Milo nestled with his face pressed hard against my pussy, his lips sucking and licking and fucking while Cal stands over me, his cleaned cock pounding into my throat, his hands angry fists in my hair.

I have no idea how many times they’ve made me cum. Just when I’m sure I can’t anymore, I do, and I’m punished for it and I fucking love it.

“We will never stop if you don’t stop cumming,” Cal growls, hitting the back of my throat as I orgasm for the third time in Milo’s mouth.

“She has such a greedy pussy.” Tieran taunts, hands on my breasts, pinching and twisting my nipples until they tingle with residual pain. “You’ll do anything to get a cock in there, won’t you, sweetheart?”

I nod enthusiastically around the fat, leaking cock between my lips while never breaking eye contact with Cal’s thunderous expression.

With a snarl, he tears his cock out. His hands clamp down on either side of my head and he bends to devour my mouth with a bruising kiss.

“Milo.”

As if that’s code, Milo detaches his mouth from my juicy mound and moves back to let Cal kneel between my red and tender core. I’m hoping he’s going to fuck me. I even spread as far as I can, but he merely smirks. The firelight glints in his dark eyes and in the slick length of his shaft glistening with my saliva as he jerks his cock.

“We’re out of lube,” he says.

I’m about to ask what he means when his thick, creamy jizz drenches my pussy and runs down the valley to coat both my holes and roll down Tieran’s cock.

The man beneath me doesn’t seem to be bothered by it, nor is Milo as Cal gives me a wicked smirk and moves away, allowing the other man to use his cum to sink his dick into my slit.

“Oh my God...” I choke out, realization a white, hot flame engulfing my sanity as I glance over at Cal now sitting on the sofa, watching his brothers fill me and fuck me with his seed.

Watching as they drive themselves with angry pumps into my body already brimming with all their combined releases. I am so full of cum, we definitely don’t need lube, but the fact that they’re using his...

I’m not even capable of sound as I’m torn apart at the seams. Milo’s dark head is at my breasts, teasing my nipples, flicking them with his tongue and rolling them between his fingers while Tieran is purring what a good girl I am while fingering my clit, and I am lost in a never-ending wave of ecstasy so raw and vicious I can only flail and thrash as they hold me down and keep fucking me until I can’t breathe.

“No more. Please. I can’t. I can’t...” I’m weeping, sobbing.

They must have climaxed. The places inside me feel full and hot as they draw back. I’m tucked into Milo with Tieran anchored against my heaving, sweat soaked back. I have just enough sense to lift my head and search for Cal only to find him already reclined across the couch.

Our eyes meet and I’m about to tell him to join us, but he grins at me and shuts his eyes.

I realize while a haze of sleep starts settling over my brain that I won’t be able to snuggle with all of them at the same time. The thought saddens me, but I’m fading too fast to do much else.