18
ELLIE
Truth or dare?
If you asked me that question, I’d reply dare every time. Where does truth get you? Talking about the past. Baring your soul. Revealing things you might otherwise have wanted to keep close to your chest.
But dares? Dares get you on your back with your spread legs held by two of the sexiest men on this earth while another huge, gorgeous man rolls a condom down his immense cock, staring at your pussy like it’s the gateway to heaven.
Dares are perfection.
“Your pussy looks sore,” Colby says, matter of fact.
“It’s not,” I reply, although I’m not sure what he’s expecting. His two equally hung brothers have already spread me open. I’m hardly honeymoon-fresh right now.
“You sure you can take it?”
There’s an undercurrent in his voice, a slight smugness that feels like a dare. Big bad Colby daring me to fuck him even though it might hurt.
I’m willing to take a little pain when I know it’s going to be iced with a whole mixing bowl of pleasure.
“I took your brothers, didn’t I? How much proof do you need?”
“No proof,” he says, smiling darkly. “In fact, maybe your mouth needs a little more cock. I could fuck the sass right off your tongue.”
“Go on then,” I say, sticking my tongue out defiantly. Colby smirks, running his hands up the inside of my thighs, pressing them wider. “I could, but then again, I’ve been waiting for this pussy for way too long.” He bends, breathing in my scent, using the point of his nose to brush my clit, all the while looking directly into my eyes. Wetness trickles out of me, running over my taint, shameful evidence of just how horny his nastiness gets me.
Truth.
I never knew I could be like this with a man, let alone three. I never imagined myself being so brazen. How could I know I had this sexy, demanding part buried deep because neither of my other boyfriends ever pushed my boundaries?
Nice missionary sex was about as stimulating as rubbing lotion into my forearm. It felt okay, but never got me off.
Now I know what it takes, and I feel enlightened but also a little scared. Colby and his brothers know what I need. They don’t require instruction. I’ve found the perfect men who can deliver perfect sex. The only problem is they’re my stepbrothers.
My throat tightens at the thought of walking away after Colby’s turn and never looking back.
Finding someone else to fill their shoes is going to be impossible.
How could I ever ask for the things I’ve discovered I need? How could I tell another man to press his thumb against my asshole as he pushed his cock into my pussy? And how could I find two other men to grip me tightly and stroke me softly, whispering how beautiful I am and how perfect I feel under their palms? How could I ever find the courage to explain what I want and what I need? I didn’t even find the courage to get me here. Dares got me to this place of absolute physical bliss. Dares brought me the first signs of heartache.
Is it possible to find perfection once and then match it later? I don’t think so.
“Concentrate,” Colby barks, noticing that my mind is whirring away from what he’s doing.
His hand moves to my throat and grips it with just enough pressure to get my full attention. “Watch while I fuck you. Watch while I turn this slick pussy inside out. I want to see your face when I make you come.”
“Yes,” I whisper because I want that too. I want everything he’s saying and everything he’s doing; Sebastian’s hand on my breast and Micky’s clever fingers pinching my nipples. I want the thickness of Colby’s cock to rub the bundle of nerves inside me that only my stepbrothers have been able to find.
“Tell me how it feels,” Colby says.
“Good,” I hiss as he squeezes just a little tighter. My head swims, and he speeds his thrusts.
“Your pussy feels so tight and slick. Perfect for my cock.”
“Mmmmm....” I moan as his pelvic bone slides over my clit.
“That’s it, Ellie. You’re such a good girl taking my cock. You love this, don’t you? Getting fucked while my brothers watch. Letting three men play with your body and ravish and ruin you for any other man.”
All-knowing-Colby keeps moving, keeps grinding his hips, and I get lost in the push and pull, my head spinning and my body climbing until I’m almost there, almost free.
“Oh god,” I call out.
“That’s it, baby. That’s it. Come around my cock,” he growls.
Sebastian moves to suck on my nipple, tugging it into his mouth in the same rhythm as Colby’s thrust, and Micky presses his thumb between my lips, completing the ring of dominance that I need to trip my switch.
And that’s it.
That’s everything I need to find my bliss.
Throwing my head back and arching my spine, I come again, but this time it goes on and on, my pussy clamping down around Colby’s working cock, clit fluttering like the wings of a hummingbird. I see stars behind my eyelids, flashing like the lights on the Red Devil dancefloor. Blood pounds at my temples, and my entire face feels hot. And all the while, Colby thrusts and thrusts, never breaking his flow, somehow keeping control through the most intense orgasm the world has ever seen.
Colby’s hand releases my throat, and Seb and Micky drop my feet to the bed. I’m still breathing fast, my heart racing when I feel Colby’s weight on me and then his lips pressing to my cheek. He kisses my jaw softly, grinding closer, hitching one of my legs over his arm so he can move deeper. My insides ache at the penetration, but I don’t complain because when I open my eyes and look at him, he kisses my lips, and everything slips away.
A bomb could explode in the next room, and I wouldn’t notice or care because as his mouth moves over mine, I swear I hear birds singing, or maybe it’s angels. I don’t know.
It’s not so much that he’s a better kisser than his brothers. Each of them has style that feels good. It’s more that I know this means something more to Colby. He’s giving up a boundary that he set, willingly or unwillingly. His fingers are rough, pressing bruises into the skin of my flesh. Tender and rough at the same time.
He nibbles my lower lips and tugs on it as he rises. There’s something lost about his expression. Something that feels tormented.
Truth.
This isn’t just about sex. Celine was right. An invisible thread tugs at my heart and tears burn my throat.
I don’t dare breath for fear they’ll see.
“I’m getting close, Ellie. You gonna take everything I have to give?”
“Yes,” I gasp, watching his cheeks flush, and noticing the sweat at his temples and hairline, the first sign of him losing control.
“Fuck.” He jerks inside me once, twice, then pulls out as though my body has scalded his.
“What is it?” I ask. Seb and Micky look down, worried.
“The condom. It fucking broke,” Colby says, his hand wrapped around his dick.
“Did you come?” Micky asks, his eyes lingering between my legs.
“Yeah, but I think I pulled out in time.” His breath leaves his mouth in a relieved whoosh. Or maybe he’s just panting and out of breath. I can’t really tell.
“That’s good,” Seb says. He rests his hand on Colby’s shoulder and turns to me. “Ellie, you should go clean up, just in case.”
I don’t know what that means, but I don’t ask. My heart is racing, my body is aching, and I just need a moment alone to process everything that has happened. Some cold water to shock me.
Shuffling quickly off the bed, I make for the bathroom before anyone can say or do anything else.
Shit.
I close the door and open my legs wide, running my index finger over my opening, finding more wetness there than usual. I bring it to my nose, and my heart drops because that isn’t the smell of my arousal. That’s clearly Colby’s cum leaking from inside me.
I close my eyes and draw in a deep breath, trying to calm the pounding in my chest. I know condoms aren’t one hundred percent effective, but this has never happened to me before. It’s not something I ever really considered, and now I feel stupid. I’m not on the pill, and a rough mental calculation of my cycle tells me I’m somewhere in the middle. The highest risk time.
What do I do?
My eyes flick to the shower. I need to wash out as much as I can. If I stay standing, that should reduce the amount that travels. The water is still cold when I sluice between my legs. There’s a lot to wash away. Despite all my efforts, I know I can’t get everything.
“Are you okay?” Micky asks through the door. I know it’s him from the gentle concern in his voice. He has a calming tone that’s different from his brothers. Seb always has a smile present when he speaks, and Colby has that dominant edge I can tell from a mile away.
“I’m just getting cleaned up,” I say. “I’ll be out in a minute.”
I grab a worn but clean towel from the stainless-steel rack and dry myself quickly. I’m wrapping it around myself and tucking in the end when someone’s phone rings in the bedroom.
A quick look in the mirror shows a flushed and wide-eyed Ellie gazing back. Flushed from the most amazing orgasms and wide-eyed at the realization that despite all my efforts, tonight wasn’t risk free.
It’ll be okay, I tell myself. I’ve done what I needed to do. The chance that anything will happen is really tiny. Despite every teen movie ever filmed showing the opposite, it’s not that easy to get pregnant. I remember the stats from Sex Ed.
And Colby pulled out as soon as he realized. At least, that’s what he said.
It’ll be fine.
We can walk out of this motel room tonight, knowing we’ve all scratched the itch that’s been building between us for years. This was the biggest dare I could have acted on. The hugest, in fact. There’s nothing bigger for them to challenge me with.
As I open the door, I paint a smile on my face and scan the room. I expect to find my stepbrothers all lounging around in a post-sex state of ultimate relaxation, but what I find is Colby hunched over as he listens to someone on the other end of the phone and his brothers sitting close, listening in.
Seb glances at me, and for the first time, I see clouds over his usually cheerful expression.
What the hell’s going on?
“What were you thinking?” Colby says, and I know he’s speaking into the phone, but I can’t help but apply those words to our situation. What was I thinking, coming to this motel room for group sex with the Townsend triplets? What was I thinking, risking getting pregnant?
I was focused on the awesome sex and living without self-constraint. I wasn’t considering the future or the risks.
“But what about us? What about our family?” Colby says.
There’s a moment of pause as he listens to a response. “You’re seriously telling us we don’t have anywhere to go?”
Another pause.
“We have assignments. We can’t just roam around like nomads.”
I take a step closer, trying to hear who Colby’s speaking to, but it’s too muffled to make out anything than it’s a man’s voice.
“Fuck.” Colby lowers the phone until his hand is resting in his lap, but he doesn’t stop looking at it. It’s as though he’s expecting something more to be revealed, even though the other person has already disconnected.
“What’s happened?” I ask. “Who was that?”
When Colby raises his eyes to mine, I see the same dark clouds as Seb. “It was dad. Your mom has changed the locks on the house. She found out he cheated.”
“What?”
“He cheated when he was away for business. Fucking stupid, selfish fuck.”
I take a step back, trying to process the implications of Colby’s statement. Mom changed the locks. Harry is telling his sons they can’t go back to the house tonight.
What about me?
Can I go back? It’s not like I have anyplace else to go. And what will I find? Mom raging. Her anger spewing out with full force. I don’t know if I can bear it by myself. I’ve gotten used to facing mom with the triplets in the background. Somehow, their presence has moderated her outbursts until they have become something easier to deal with.
“She can’t keep you out of your home,” I say, a whisper of hope sneaking into my voice.
“Dad has told us not to go back. He’s worried it will antagonize Lara even more.”
“Why would you antagonize her? It isn’t you who cheated. You’re just innocent bystanders. And her favorites.”
“We’re not her sons,” Micky says softly. “We look just like dad. I get it.”
“You should go home,” Seb says, moving to rest his hand on my arm. I stare at his fingers. The same fingers that brought me so much pleasure only minutes ago now feel like those of a stranger.
“What’s going to happen?” I ask.
Colby shrugs. “Looks like dad has messed up everything for all of us.”
“Does he want to break up with mom?”
Colby shakes his head. “He knows he’s been an idiot. Apparently, it was with someone he works with. He says she went after him and then tried to blackmail him.”
“Of course, it’s a woman’s fault. Of course, he wouldn’t take responsibility for where he stuck his dick.”
Colby’s jaw ticks, and he stands, dropping the phone on the mattress. At his full height, I’m forced to crane my neck to look up at him. Even though he’s still naked, there’s no self-consciousness in his stance. “He was asking if we knew where you are and wanted to find out if we could get in touch with you to warn you about what’s happening. He asked if we thought you’d pack some things for us. Enough for a couple of days.”
“Are you asking me to pack you a bag?”
“I’m telling you about the conversation. I’m not asking you anything.” His nostrils flare as he stares at me in the way he used to before we fucked. The old Colby is back. It didn’t take long for him to revert to type.
“I’m asking you if you could pack us some things,” Micky says softly. “We’ll write you a list. We’ll keep it simple. We can park on the street so your mom doesn’t see the car, and you can walk the stuff to the end of the drive. We don’t want to cause any additional trouble, but we need our stuff for tomorrow.”
“Of course.” I take a step back and fold my lips between my teeth, unsure of what to say next or even how to be around these men. After what we’ve done, I shouldn’t feel awkward around them, but I do.
I spot my skirt on the floor and my shirt and bra nearer the bed, and I bend quickly to scoop them up. Then, before anyone can say anything else, I rush back to the bathroom to dress.
The deep murmur of voices rumbles through the door, but I can’t make out anything being said. They’re keeping their conversation to themselves, and the secrecy layers anger on top of my previous panic. I’m not a blood relative, but we’ve been part of the same blended family for a long time. What affects them affects me too. I’m not an island here, especially after what we’ve done. Why won’t they include me in their discussion?
Even when I’m fully dressed, I still feel naked. My lack of panties isn’t ideal under the circumstances. What felt exciting and risqué before now feels seedy and stupid.
Emerging from the bathroom again, I find Sebastian, Colby, and Micky, all fully clothed and standing close. Their matching eyes follow me, but their expressions are different. Micky’s gaze seeks connection and reassurance. Sebastian’s mouth quirks at one side as though he’s fighting against the urge to make light of the situation. Colby is blank faced.
And me? I’m devastated.
I don’t know what to do or how to be.
For the first time in forever, I truly appreciate the patchwork family we’ve had together, realizing that my situation could be so much worse. It could just be my mom and me. It could go back to how it was when dad first left, and I had to be whatever mom needed to stay happy and balanced. I might never live with the Townsend triplets again.
And that is something I just don’t know how I’d deal with.