Chapter 4
Harrison
“I thought we had an agreement not to touch her until after?” After we finally have our father out of the picture.
Fuck, the only reason we stayed here was because of her. It was in no way out of loyalty to our father. It’s about leading him into a false sense of security, well, to a degree anyway.
The only good thing that came about with him remarrying was her. Ari. Only ever her. We wanted to hate her, but it was impossible. Soon, the loathing turned into something else, and before we knew it, we were watching. Waiting.
Not that she ever really knew. On the surface, we’re obtuse, cold, and indifferent towards her at times.
It wasn’t difficult. Our mum was barely in the ground before he was fucking someone else and then remarried within a year. Next thing we know, we have a stepmum and a stepsister.
Both of us tried to deny the pull, the allure, but it was impossible. And it was only after Hunter and I got into a huge fight, followed by getting high and drunk as skunks, that we admitted our mutual attraction to Ari.
We know how to share. We shared a womb, for fuck’s sake, so we can sure as hell find a way to share her too.
Of course, we’ve been with others since she came into our lives. Tried to fuck her out of our system, especially early on, but it never helped.
Hunter just smirks. “Fuck it. I’m done waiting. It’s about time we both claimed her, don’t you think?”
The thought has my balls aching and cock hardening. And seeing her reaction to us just now only solidifies it.
“Fuck yeah!”
And just like that, it’s time we took what was always meant to be ours.
Little does she know there’s a reason nothing ever came of those who were brave enough to show her any interest. We may have ended up in a punch-up or two. Okay, a lot more than two, but they needed to keep their eyes off her and their hands to themselves.
“So, how do you want to play this?” I ask, seeing as he’s the one who had decided there would be no more waiting.
We make our way slowly down the stairs.
“I think the Valentine Masquerade Ball is the perfect place to start, don’t you think?”
I smirk in response. “Abso-fucking-lutely I do.”
“We just have to play this right.”
He nods in agreement. “There’s no going back once we do this.”
Part of me, the insecure boy who still lives deep inside me, worries she’ll reject me. Us. But we’ve been texting her for almost a year now, watching her for way longer. There’s not much we don’t already know about her.
How she’ll be an absolute freak in the sheets, just like we are.
Are we obsessed? Yes.
There is no one else who will kneel for her the way we will.
Worship her the only way we can.
Pleasure her to the point of no return.
She’s our endgame.
We reach the bottom of the stairs, and he grabs my arm.
“Do it,” he says. “Send her a message. Plant the seed.”
I pull out my phone and let out a deep breath, because the idea of filling her sweet cunt with my seed sounds like pure heaven.
Harrison: I think it’s about time we stopped playing and finally meet, don’t you?
I stuff my phone back in my pocket, ready to witness her reaction to the message in person.
When we walk into the kitchen, as always, Ari is dutifully waiting on our father. I glance at Hunter and see his jaw ticking.
We always eat breakfast at the kitchen table, the dining room reserved for more formal events. This whole happy-family shit is all an act, after all.
Because if we had our way, that wouldn’t happen. The only time we want our girl submissive is in the bedroom.
Hunter clears his throat, his mask firmly in place, but I don’t miss the way he walks right up to Ari, his shoulder brushing hers as he purposely gets into her personal space, leaning over her to reach for a glass.
It was fun at first. We’d be dicks and ask her to get us a glass of orange juice or a cup of tea. But the novelty soon wore off when we realised it was a power play on our father’s part.
Hunter whispers something in her ear right before he turns to join me at the table, sitting beside me. I smash the top of the boiled eggshell with more force than necessary, imagining it’s our father’s face instead.
But the blush covering Ari’s cheeks and neck is enough to ease some of my tension. Fuck, I love seeing a reaction from her, knowing how her whole body will flush like that when we strip her bare and fuck her into oblivion.
Subtly, I adjust myself. The last thing I need is to get a full-on erection right here, right now.
Once His Royal Fucking Highness has been served his Eggs Bene-dick, as we like to call them, Ari joins us on the opposite side of the table.
“Are you sure you don’t want anything else?” she asks her mum.
Marion just shakes her head. “No, thank you, darling. I’m on the smoothie detox.”
Like that’s a fix for the amount of alcohol she thinks we don’t know she consumes. What pisses me off is how our sad excuse for a father acts like it’s not a problem. As long as she’s the perfect arm candy and doesn’t embarrass him, he doesn’t give a shit.
I see the way it hurts Ari as she stares at her mum, defeat in her eyes.
“Mum, you don’t need to diet.”
Her mum just waves her off. “It’s just a detox, sweetie. Don’t you worry your pretty little head about it.”
Ari’s mouth parts, but she doesn’t reply. Instead, she reaches for her orange juice. After swallowing a few mouthfuls, her tongue darts out to lick her lips.
And just like that, I’m hard all over again.
I’m in a perpetual state of arousal around this female, and she has no fucking clue.
I watch her as she pulls out her phone, even though she’s trying to be discreet. I thought she was flushed before, but she is positively beetroot now.
Her teeth sink into her lower lip as she types out a quick reply, placing her phone back into her cardigan pocket before making quick work of eating her granola and natural yoghurt.
“Got somewhere you need to be?” Hunter asks her without missing a beat.
Her eyes rise to meet his before flitting to mine, and she just shakes her head, quickly looking down.
Unable to stop myself, I kick out my leg beneath the table, my foot slipping between her legs as my ankle meets hers.
She fidgets but otherwise keeps her expression as neutral as possible.
“Can you pass the salt, please?” I ask.
When she realises I’m talking to her, she quickly swallows and does as I ask, passing it to me. I could just take it easily enough without touching her, but where would be the fun in that?
My fingers graze hers deliberately, slowly, the hairs on her forearm rising in goosebumps, her cheeks heated.
And then I do something I’ve never done before, I wink at her.
She gasps almost inaudibly as the saltshaker is transferred from her to me.
I make quick work of eating my eggs and toast, as does Hunter.
My dad polishes off the dregs of his coffee with a slurp, then stands.
“Make sure you clear this up.” He plays with his cufflinks. “Marion,” he says, like always, her name on his lips a command.
She takes another sip of her smoothie before dutifully leaving the table.
Kitted out in her tennis outfit, our dad in his suit.
Like always on Thursdays, he drops her off on his way to work; if that’s what you’d call it.
He just sits there, pencil-pushing and blaming everyone else for their incompetence.
“Bye, Ari. Bye, boys.”
We don’t even get a backward glance from our father as he stalks out of the kitchen, Marion quick on his heels.
Ari stands abruptly, begins stacking the plates, and carries them all to the sink.
My phone burns a hole in my pocket. Unable to resist, I pull it free and check for her reply.
Our Obsession: Yes, I agree x
I turn the screen towards Hunter. He smirks.
“Game on,” he says.
“Game on,” I reply, bumping my fist against his.