Chapter 15 The Package
The Package
Eli
Not going to lie, I can’t wait to get my hands back on Harper tomorrow.
Instead of going to hang out at Caden’s tonight, we all went home after practice.
Catching me at home, Mom insisted on me eating dinner with her and Dad like we’re some sort of Norman Rockwell painting instead of the dysfunctional shitshow we are.
I escape to my room as soon as I finish eating. The light on my laptop’s camera is lit. I sit at my desk to see who’s on. Harper’s room is empty. I can hear movement in one of the windows and see Luke pass by his camera in only a towel.
Bet my kitten will be sad to have missed that. I see a flash of pink in the corner of Harper’s camera.
“Are you there, kitten?”
She comes into frame. Her long brown hair falls in waves around her shoulders. The large shirt she wears hides her shape and does nothing for her. If this is an example of what she wore for the past few years, it’s no wonder we missed her.
“Hey.” She sits at her desk. “Just finished dinner. Where is everyone else?”
I shrug. “I just got here. Luke passed by in a towel, but I’m not sure if he was coming out of the shower or heading in.”
Her gaze shifts to his room on her screen and she shrugs. “Any new torture for tonight?”
“Not that I know of.” I lean back in my chair. “Unless you consider having kissed you only once torture.”
A smile tugs at her lips before she wipes it away. “Are you saying kissing me was torture?”
“Not even for a second, kitten.” I look toward my door.
Dinner with my parents was torture though.
It would be easier if they just divorced and found new partners who make them happy.
Instead, they play this game of marriage chicken.
Neither of them happy but wanting the other to decide to be the failure.
“Are you okay?” She frowns slightly at me.
“Worried about me?” I raise an eyebrow. I saw the way she looked at Caden today.
Our girl is a natural nurturer. None of us has anyone to take care of us.
Yeah, some of us have mothers, but ours aren’t the nurturing kind.
With the exception of Jack’s dad, who stepped up to take care of Jack’s little sister when she was born.
We all have each other’s backs, but it isn’t quite the same as having someone care for you.
She stiffens a little. “Wouldn’t want you to take out your aggression on me.”
I lean in and lower my voice. “Do you want me to, kitten? Take out my aggression on you? Show you exactly how it feels to have me take you?”
She catches her lip in her teeth.
“Last warning, kitten. Don’t bite your lip again. Or I’ll see to your punishment personally.” I have plenty of ideas for our girl. Not all I want to share with the guys. We haven’t discussed alone time with Harper yet.
Luke probably worries about our ability to control ourselves around her.
He should. Our girl is hot as fuck and now she’s not afraid to show it.
Today she showed off that tight little body of hers at school.
If she’d shown up in that the day before, we might have had some guys willing to fight us for her.
She releases her lip and pouts. “I didn’t even know I did that. You’d punish me for something I didn’t realize I was doing?”
“You’re lucky we don’t punish you for being a tease.”
That has her sputtering. “What? When? I never—”
“You enjoyed grinding against each of our cocks today. Didn’t you, kitten? Did you think we couldn’t smell how aroused you were?”
She flushes a pretty shade of pink and glances over her shoulder at her door.
“If you don’t want your mother to hear, put on some headphones, but if you mute us, you’ll be punished.”
Her eyes flash in anger, but she says, “Fine.”
“First.” I draw her attention back to me. “Take off that shirt. It does nothing for you.”
Her eyes narrow and her cheeks flush red. I don’t think it’s embarrassment this time.
“That’s an order, kitten. It’s not like I didn’t get a good look last night.” I smirk at her, knowing it will piss her off a little more. I like our girl angry and spitting.
She stands and backs away from the camera so she’s in view. She flips me off and then pulls her shirt off over her head. I should punish her for flipping me off, but then she might not let me see her angry.
Fuck me. The bra she wears is sheer lace. I can see her rosy nipples trying to poke through it.
“Happy?” She holds her arms out.
I raise my eyebrow at her sass. She definitely could use another spanking.
“Definitely happier.” Jack’s voice comes over the speaker. “Damn, sweetheart, were you wearing that all day?”
Her cheeks flush from embarrassment this time and she turns her back to go to her dresser. The shorts she wears are practically booty shorts. I’m tempted to tell her to pull them down and let me see the bruises I know I left on her hips, but she hasn’t earned a punishment. Yet.
She shrugs a cami on over her bra and then comes back to sit in front of the screen.
“I still have homework to do.” She tucks her hair behind her ear.
Jack leans closer to the screen and wiggles his eyebrows. “I can come over and help you with that.”
“Jack,” I chastise.
“What, you get her partially naked when no one else is around, but I can’t go over to her house? You all can watch me help her with her homework.” He wiggles his eyebrows at the word homework as if it’s code for fucking her.
“If she needs help, I’ll go.” Luke sits at his desk with his blond hair sticking up from drying it. He’s not wearing a shirt, and I watch Harper’s tongue dart out to lick her lips as she checks him out.
“Why do you always get to have all the fun?” Jack tips back in his chair like someone took away his favorite toy.
“I have control.”
Ah, yes, Luke’s legendary control. I think that’s the only reason the kissing didn’t devolve into an orgy at lunch.
Harper’s usual vanilla fragrance had a deeper, muskier scent beneath it.
Her knees clenched around my hips and the heat of her pussy cradled my dick as I feasted on her lips.
I had to dig my fingers into her ass to stop from moving my hands to all the places Luke had deemed inappropriate for her first kiss. Fucker.
I think I missed some arguing because Jack looks belligerent while Luke seems smug. Harper’s eyebrow is raised as she looks between the two of them.
“What’d I miss?” Caden flops down on his bed and crosses his ankles.
“Harper’s lace bra,” Jack chimes in.
Caden sits up and stares at the screen where Harper probably is. “Show me.”
“Seriously?” Harper drops her pen. “I still want to graduate high school and get into college. If this affects my grades—”
“You’ll what, kitten?” I lean in and her gaze locks on mine. “What exactly will you do?”
She glares at me, pulls the camisole off, and drops it to the ground. “Fine, have a look while I do my homework. It’s not like you haven’t seen them before.”
She picks up her pen and focuses on something to the side of her laptop.
Caden smirks. “Much better bra than yesterday’s.”
She lifts her middle finger into the view but doesn’t look at us. Luke’s eyes narrow. Jack laughs out loud. Caden snorts. I shake my head. She was doing so well.
“The shorts too.” Luke’s tone brooks no disobedience.
Her lips press together. She stands and drops her shorts to the ground. She holds her hands out on either side of her and turns around in a circle.
When she sits back down, she picks up her pen again. Her cheeks are flushed pink, but that’s anger for sure. Her jaw practically ticks, she’s holding it so tight.
I want to know what she’s thinking, but I know it will get her in trouble with Luke so I don’t dare ask.
Instead, I focus on the bag on her bed. “What’s in the bag, kitten?”
She sighs and looks back at the bed to see what I’m talking about. Her mouth opens into an oh and her cheeks brighten more. “Nothing.”
“Well, now I want to know too.” Jack puts his hands behind his head. “You wouldn’t want to disobey now, would you, Harper?”
“It’s private,” she says through gritted teeth.
Luke leans in so his face fills the screen. “Nothing is private from us, unicorn. We own every part of you. Show us or I’ll come find out myself.”
A war plays out on Harper’s face. I think she’s actually contemplating Luke showing up in her room again.
I know he says his control is good, but even I could see the cracks in it when he kissed her.
If I hadn’t stopped him, that orgy might have taken place.
If we hadn’t been at school, I would have let it play out.
“Show us or tomorrow you’ll be publicly spanked again.” I stroke my chin. “Maybe in the guys’ locker room before practice this time.”
She stands up in her bra and matching underwear and grabs the bag. “I mentioned a guy drove me to school and Mom, being a nurse, figured I needed supplies.”
“Show us.” Luke smiles coldly.
She pulls out two boxes of condoms, and Jack laughs.
“I think I like your mom, little nympho,” Caden says with a wink.
She slides them back into the bag and sets them on the floor next to her desk. “It’s not an invitation to use them.”
“We won’t need those, kitten.” I decide to tell her the good news.
Her eyebrows scrunch together and she looks really fucking confused.
“We already decided we’re going to fuck you bare.” I raise my eyebrow and wait for the explosion.
Her mouth drops open. She grabs her cami top and tugs it back on. “No.”
“What was that, kitten?” I smirk.
“No. You guys…nuh-uh. No way. Nope. No.” Her hand reaches forward like she’s going to close the screen.
“Don’t close the laptop, Harper,” Luke’s voice bites out.
Her fingers dangle in the air for a moment, like she’s debating disobeying again, but she puts her hand down into her lap.
“That would be stupid and reckless and…I’m not going to get a disease because…
” She squints her eyes at us. “You guys get around and god only knows what is going on in your pants.” Her nose wrinkles.
“I’m not getting an STI because you guys don’t want to wear a condom.
Why? Because it doesn’t feel good? Well, suck it up, buttercup, because I don’t want whatever you’re looking to transmit.
This isn’t even my idea. I was happy to go off to college a virgin, but no, you guys couldn’t let one go, could you? Ugh.”
Her arms are crossed over her heaving chest.
I’m not the only one smiling at her outburst, but Luke isn’t having it. “Done yet, princess?”
“Oh, I’m princess now. What happened to unicorn? Am I more believable now that I don’t want to have unprotected sex with four guys? Guys who I know have had sex before with who knows how many girls.”
“Twenty-four and a half,” I say, “if just blow jobs only count as halves. I always wear a condom and will gladly get you a report saying I’m disease free. The last time I had sex was two weeks ago.”
Her mouth drops open as she stares at me.
“Thirty-two,” Jack pipes up next. “Always wear a condom. It’s been a week and a half since Caden and I tag-teamed Parker Ford.” He arches his eyebrow. “I’ll get you a report.”
“Twenty-eight. Parker Ford was the last,” Caden says. “Yeah, I’ll get you whatever you need. I was against bare. I always use a condom, but for you, I’ll make an exception.”
Her eyes turn to Luke. He doesn’t want to give her this, but if he wants her to trust us, he needs to.
“Twelve. Not including blow jobs.” Luke leans back in his chair.
“Condoms were a necessity until you. And if you want test results, I can get you them. The last time I fucked a girl was two months ago.”
Harper flinches when he says fucked. Her voice is soft as she asks, “Why do you want to fuck me bare then? If it has always been a necessity?”
“Because you’re ours.” Luke’s voice is calm. “Because we’ve agreed to only be yours for a year. Because I want to feel your wet cunt wrapped around my dick when I thrust inside you.”
Her eyes widen as she stares at all of us. We have a wide range of numbers of girls we’ve been with. Luke is the most particular when it comes to actually fucking a girl. His blow job count is probably at least three times as much.
“Have any of you had a girlfriend?” She twists her hands together.
“None of us,” I say.
She straightens and puts her hands in her lap before looking each of us in the eye as much as you can with video chats. “Am I just your whore?”
“No.” Luke rakes a hand through his hair. “You belong to us. That doesn’t make you a whore.”
“But we want to fuck you, and often, kitten.”
When her eyes bounce back to me, her mouth opens and closes.
“Not tonight though.” Luke effectively cuts off the conversation. “Do your homework, princess.”