Chapter Fourteen
Mercedes never thought she would be sad on Christmas Day, but she was. Although sad was such a small word to describe how she felt.
She felt empty. Eviscerated . Oh, why had she done it? Why had she asked them to take her virginity, knowing she hadn’t stopped loving them? When she turned eighteen and realized her brother’s best friends would never in a million years think of her as anything other than Jeff’s annoying kid sister, she decided to save her heart and told herself she was out of love with them. That had to be the biggest lie she’d ever fed herself. She hadn’t stopped loving them for one small little second.
Now look what it got her. She just had memories of what their touch felt like on her body, their kisses, the way they growled at her as she clutched their cocks to the inside of her, so desperate to keep them there forever that she would have done anything at all. Memories that would stay with her unhindered until her last breath. She couldn’t date successfully because of them, and now she would die alone because of them.
She let out a shaky sigh, tears just hovering on the surface, as she fixed her hair, then smoothed down her white silk long-sleeved dress with a border of Christmas trees at the hem. She loved the dress, it was perfect, but she wasn’t the same girl who had bought the dress weeks before.
She had no idea how she was going to get through the rest of the day, but she better put a smile on her face, sprinkle a lot of festive cheer in her voice, and pretend to be happy at the Christmas lunch. And of course, put up with Annique.
Ugh.
Actually, she wasn’t even going to mention to her step-sister she was no longer a virgin. It didn’t matter at all now, what Annique thought of her. A week ago that had been the thing that ruled her life to the point where she asked her friend Todd to help her out.
Speaking of Todd, she left him a message of apology on his phone for her brother’s friends, telling him they were just as overprotective as Jeff. He called her back immediately. He understood and respected that, but when he asked Mercedes on a proper date, just to talk, she declined, and he wished her good luck as if he knew what was going on in her heart.
So now, Annique could have all the fun she wanted about Mercedes. She just didn’t care anymore.
Practicing a pretend smile, although it felt so forced her face started to ache, she went downstairs to greet all her happy family members, who were properly in a festive mood. All Mercedes wanted was them for Christmas.
After taking her virginity in the most sublime way ever, then bathing her, feeding her, and taking her again and again, making her come in ways she never thought possible, Mercedes hadn’t expected they would send her home. When someone called Mr. Willard arrived at the cabin to deliver something to them, they’d bundled her up and told him to drive her home. And that was it. Not even a goodbye. The last thing she wanted was for them to see her tears, so she gathered up her stuff and left.
The storm had dissipated to nothingness, except for a very light fall of snow and there wasn’t any excuse she could think of to stay. The truth was they couldn’t wait to get rid of her. They’d done what she’d asked them to do. That had been their deal, after all. She would walk right back out of their lives.
She was the one who had feelings. Not them. They were trained to have zero feelings at all. God, how was she going to go back to the girl she was before knowing what the scent of their cologne on her skin felt like? There was no going back. She knew that. Somehow, she’d known that from the first moment when they walked into the cabin. But this was how it was going to be forever and ever.
“Hey, kiddo.” Waldo Samson, her grandfather and her favorite person in the whole wide world, called her to come and sit with him by the fire. “That frown on your face. Who put it there? A boy? I’ll break his legs, I will. Just tell me who,” Waldo said seriously.
“No one put a frown on my face, Granddad,” she said giving him a bright smile.
“Harrumph,” he retorted.
“Let’s play a game before lunch is served,” she said, anything including chess to try to distract her grandad.
“I may be old, not stupid, but you’ll tell me what’s bothering you eventually.”
Before she burst out crying in front of everyone, all sixteen of her family members, to be precise, she set up the board and they got to playing.
A hush fell over the room. She glanced up at the entrance and there, dressed in bespoke suits, taking her breath away they were so incredibly good-looking, stood Holden, Waylan, and Myles. She’d never seen dressed up that way. They looked like billionaires instead of the lethal SEALs they were.
Shocked, wondering if her eyes were deserving her, she rose from her seat, knocking over the chess board.
They were real. She could feel the heat from their bodies right under her skin. Her pussy clenched, the bite marks on her backside burned, her nipples swelled, still feeling the strong pull of their mouths on her. No. What was she doing? They were here because they were Jeff’s best friends, and nothing made her brother happier than having them over. They were not here for her. Stupid, Mercedes.
Except when they strode straight toward her. Her heart threatened to skip out of her chest. They engulfed her. No one else existed in the room except her and them. What was going on?
Jeff couldn’t stop smiling. Everyone else watched on.
“Mercedes,” they each said formally. “Mr. Samson,” they turned to her grandad. “May we have a word with you?”