4. Lilly
Lilly
FEB. 10TH - MONDAY
I wake slowly, hoping to cling to the hot dream I was having. Instead of immediately rolling over to one of my men, my pussy flutters and what I thought was a wet dream becomes reality.
"Wh-Oh!" My hand spears into the dark waves between my thighs. Knees already bent and spread for him, I grind down.
With my free hand, I reach up to pinch my nipple, only to be blocked by another head of black hair swooping in to suck the tingling peak of my tit. One twin swipes his tongue through my folds and fucks it into my pussy while nuzzling his nose against my clit while the other twin nibbles on my chest.
The sheer pleasure of his mouth morphs my pleas into wordless mumbles. My head whips to the side and I catch a whiff of Caleb's eucalyptus aftershave. "Caleb," I murmur, tugging his mouth off my breast and bringing his lips to mine.
Knowing now that it's Dean eating me out like a starving man, I scratch my nails through his hair just the way he likes. For Caleb, I let his tongue enter my mouth and let him take control of the kiss. Each of my men likes different things, and I like to think I know them very well.
Lost in the feel of the twins, my orgasm twists my stomach and sends my pussy convulsing right off the cliff of my husband’s tongue. Moaning long and low into Caleb's mouth, I ride the last of the pulsing pleasure.
Wrung out but not satiated, I wiggle out from under Dean's mouth and plaster myself to Caleb's chest. Before I can slam myself down on his bare cock, my ass gets spanked and I'm yanked off the bed.
Tsking at me, Dean nips my neck and nudges me toward the bathroom. "Go shower, baby." I pout and stomp my foot a tad, making Caleb laugh. "Shush, you little minx. We want to bring Aaron lunch for his first day."
Monday, Aaron's first day! "Oh, yay!" I squeal and bolt for the shower.
It's his first day at his dream job, so of course I want to visit him.
"Holy fucking shit, dude..."
"Dean!" I hiss, swatting him in the chest with my left hand.
"Ow! If I woulda known you'd use that rock as a weapon all the time, I would have gotten a smaller diamond."
Aaron glares at him while I finger my wedding band and engagement ring. "If you would have gotten something smaller, I'd have punched you and your brother would have bought her a bigger one. Now act like an adult and stop swearing in my office."
"But adults do cuss..." Dean grumbles to himself and plops himself down in one of the leather chairs by Aaron's large office window.
Caleb snorts and looks like he's about to mess around too, but a narrowed look from Aaron shuts him up. He huffs and collapses next to Dean in a separate fancy chair.
Sometimes these two couldn't be more different and other times they are exactly the same. Dean is obviously much sweeter, but his mischievousness rivals Caleb's sometimes. If those two are ever alone together, you bet your ass they're having the time of their lives. Coming up with new silly dance moves, setting pranks, randomly learning how to throw axes in the backyard. They are a storm of energy when left unchecked. The dancing is my favorite, though. I wouldn't give up watching my sexy twins, shirtless, sweaty, and laughing for anything .
"Lilly, come here, beautiful."
Beaming, I practically skip over to Aaron where he stands behind his mahogany desk. The thing is huge and absolutely incredible. "It's beautiful, Aaron. I'm so proud of you."
"Thank you." In black suit pants and a blue and white button-down dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up, I'm pretty sure I about combust when he smiles down at me. His dirty blond curls flop over his forehead as he tips his head to the chair. "Sit, my love."
I eye the large leather swivel chair and sit when Aaron twists it toward me. The crinkle of my jeans on the seat makes me cringe slightly, but Caleb's low whistle distracts me. "Damn, dirty girl. We should get one of these for your office at home."
My mind conjures up my cute little office nook at home. I’m not keen on having a big fancy desk when I rarely use my small one anyway. I prefer my huge beanbag chair with a blanket and a pillow in my little book corner.
Aaron laughs before I can decline the offer. "No way. This thing is far too expensive."
Dean cocks his head and swallows his bite of pasta. "What makes it so special? It looks nice, but how expensive can a desk even get?"
My stomach growls looking over the selection of Italian food we brought Aaron from our favorite restaurant down the road. Minneapolis has some great food options, so I think he's going to have us visiting for lunch quite often. Aaron's new job is the perfect excuse to eat out more, much to his displeasure. I swear the amount of times I've heard we have food at home drives me mad. Sometimes the twins and I just want a shitty taco, you know?
Peeking up at Aaron, I watch his face brighten as he shows the guys all the cool things about his brand new desk and office in general. Dean gets up and looks around at all the monitors, so I get out of Aaron's chair and make my way over to the food.
"What does this button do?" Dean wonders aloud.
Before I grab a breadstick, I eye my hands. I've touched a lot of door handles and shit coming up to his swanky office. I guess this is going to be one of the times that the germs gross me out.
Aaron gasps. "Don't push that! Oh my god. It's an emergency button."
Sighing, I kiss Caleb on the cheek and let him know I'm going to the ladies’ room quick. He nods and draws me back down by the back of my neck to sweep his tongue through my mouth.
"Like it automatically calls the cops?" Dean's voice sounds curious behind me, but I'm too lost in the feel of his brother to pay him much attention right now.
All too soon, Caleb releases me with a grin. Pouting, I stick my lip out. My panties are wet. He chuckles and taps my hip. "Go to the bathroom. If there's no swearing allowed in here, then I'm betting Aaron won't let me bend you over the boner desk."
Giggling, I step back and head for the door as they begin their argument over the fact that Aaron absolutely does not have a boner for his desk. He totally does. I bet he will caress that thing until the wood wears down.
Soft chatter fills the halls as I distance myself from Aaron's office. I tilt my head down to hide my goofy smile in case someone sees me and thinks I'm crazy. At the same time, I study the gold swirls on the carpet while wondering how expensive it must have been. This building really is beautiful.
Turning a corner, I raise my eyes to make sure—"Oof!" I bounce off a chest, making my left tit pulse uncomfortably. Refraining from rubbing the sore spot, I apologize instead. "Oh my goodness, I'm so, so sorry."
Hands reach for me as I continue to stumble back, but they don't just steady me, they pull me forward once again. Confused, I blink up at the solid man that hurt my boob and recoil slightly. His jaw is square, giving him a harsh look beneath his perfectly gelled salt and pepper hair. The suit he wears is immaculate, but it's not his obvious attractiveness that gives me pause. It's the odd glint in his eye and the grin that edges on the side of sleazy.
"My apologies, ma'am. Are you alright?" he asks, voice dripping with far too much care.
"Fine, thank you," I reply curtly and try to pull away from his lingering touch. He holds me for another beat, making me significantly more uncomfortable, but he finally releases me.
Taking two large steps back, I squeak when I run into someone else. "Easy, baby." I relax immediately as Dean slides his arm around my waist.
"Oh, Mr. Andrews!" Aaron greets happily, coming around the corner with Caleb in tow. He shakes the creepy guy’s hand like he doesn't see anything wrong in his eyes. "I see you've met one of my partners."
"Please, your family can call me Brett. And not really, just caught her from taking a tumble to the ground is all," Mr. Andrews explains, glancing at me.
I didn't need to be caught , I want to declare, but he's Aaron's boss. I'm just hungry and feeling weird. Maybe I'm projecting my need for pasta and imagining the hungry look in Brett's eyes when he looks at me.
"Lillia," I whisper once the guys have also made their introductions. Forcing my throat to clear, I try again. "My name is Lillia. Nice to meet you, Mr. Andrews."
His eyes narrow so slightly nobody notices the warning look he shoots at me. "It's Brett to you, hun." I can feel my nose turn up at the name but swallow the urge to run. "It's nice to meet you all. Aaron has mentioned your family, and rest assured, this is a very inclusive office, but should anyone make you feel uncomfortable for your lifestyle, please let me know."
What? So who the hell do I talk to if he's making me uncomfortable?
Dean shifts a tad next to me, and I kind of hope he's picking up on the weird vibe from this guy too. "That's very kind, Brett. Thank you," he says instead, and I kind of want to cry.
Caleb nods, and Aaron and his boss exchange a few more pleasantries before he leaves us to go about our lunch hour together. In a trance, I follow the guys toward the bathrooms and wash my hands. No idea why since I've lost my appetite.
"Here you go, my love," Aaron says, handing me my favorite fettucine and kissing my shoulder.
I pick at my meal while the guys chatter about what Aaron's duties will be in his new position. The whole time I'm wondering how one guy can make me feel so gross in a pair of jeans and a nice baggy sweater.
Surely, I'm just being weird. Sometimes my anxiety flares up in the form of stranger danger, but this is Aaron's boss . I'll be better next time.