Chapter 14
Chapter
Fourteen
HARPER
C y lays me down on Declan’s bed and pulls his shirt off while I unbutton his jeans. Emerson grabs his face, pulling Cy’s lips to his. Watching them kiss makes me feel equal parts turned on and filthy. Like I shouldn’t be watching, but I can’t pull my eyes away. The deeply depraved part of me that lurks beneath the surface wants to run my fingers down my body and play with my clit as I watch them. They probably wouldn’t mind.
“Doesn’t she taste delicious?” Cy asks as they break apart.
“You both do.” Emerson strips out of his clothes. “Get on your back,” he tells Cy.
Cy smirks and does what he’s told.
“Get on top of him.” Emerson yanks Cy’s pants the rest of the way off.
“This is my favorite place in the world.” Cy’s hand cups my cheek as he pulls me down for a long, sweet kiss. The way that he looks at me, touches me, makes me feel so cherished.
I sink into the kiss, completely focused on the connection between us, so when I feel Emerson’s hot tongue glide between my wet folds, a surprised jolt of pleasure runs through me. Cy moans into my mouth, so I can only assume Emerson is stroking him at the same time his mouth is on me.
Just as I near yet another orgasm, Emerson moves away from my center. He widens my thighs and pushes Cy’s legs further apart. Cy reaches down and runs the tip of his cock back and forth along my slit, making sure to drag his piercing over my throbbing clit.
“I’m going to watch you take him,” Emerson whispers in my ear. “And then you’re going to feel him erupt inside you when I take his ass. Is that okay, pretty girl?”
“Yes,” I can barely answer without whimpering as Cy positions himself at my entrance and Emerson wraps his hands around my waist, guiding me down on top of him.
“How does she feel?” he asks Cy.
“Heaven.” Veins throb in Cy’s neck as he answers through gritted teeth. “She feels like fucking heaven.”
Emerson’s hands leave my waist, and I hear the top of a cap opening. I lean forward to grind my clit against him while my hips rock back and forth, guiding me up and down Cy’s length. His lips part as he watches me with heavily lidded eyes. I feel the head of Emerson at my back again as he presses me down against Cy’s chest.
Cy’s hands move to my ass cheeks, spreading them apart while his fingers trace the ring of muscle around my hole. He swears as Emerson enters him, his entire body tensing beneath me. I can’t reach his lips, so I press mine to his chest instead. My tongue flicks out over his nipple piercing, and he yelps in surprise.
Soon they find a steady rhythm that’s good for all three of us and begin to move in sync. Pleasure courses through my veins as another orgasm builds. Their strained breaths and moans only turn me on even more. I don’t want to be the first to come, but I can’t hold it back. The orgasm crashes over me in the most beautifully intense wave I’ve experienced.
My nails dig into Cy’s chest as he kisses Emerson. I feel his cock surge and twitch inside me as he quickly joins me in pleasure. Thick ropes of cum fill me as he finishes with a shout.
Emerson straightens and pulls me up until my back is flush against his. I can feel every thrust he gives Cy while his fingers cup my breasts. My head falls back when his fingers trail down my stomach and to the mess between my thighs. Cy’s cock is still half hard and buried inside me. Emerson swirls his fingers over my clit, enough to make pleasure start to build inside me again.
“Fuck I wish I could fill you both at the same time,” Emerson growls over my shoulder.
Cy and I both gasp when he slides his fingers inside me. He pumps them in and out on either side of Cy’s cock. The sound of wet thrusts and moans fill the room.
“Give me more,” he commands. “Let me have one more orgasm from you both.”
Cy’s cock jerks inside me.
“That’s right, Cy. Be a good boy for me. Help me get our girl off again.”
Cy’s fingers find my sensitive nub. It’s so good, it almost hurts. But only in the way that you know what you’re doing is the exact right thing even though no one would ever understand. The three of us crash over the edge one last time before falling onto the bed in a tangle of naked, sweaty limbs.
“You guys have to leave. Take your testosterone and go somewhere else in the house. It’s a girls’ night.” Saylor pushes Emerson toward the door.
“We can’t leave her unprotected.” Declan crosses his arms and scowls at Lou as she attempts to move him along.
“Don’t you have multiple forms of alarms here? We’ll turn them all on,” Emilia says. “All we’re going to do is eat and gossip.”
“I like eating and gossiping.” To prove his point Cy pulls some fries out of the brown paper fast food bag on the counter.
“Those are mine.” I try to sound stern, but I can’t help but smile at him as I pull the bag away from him. “Can you guys just go hang out in the gym for a few hours? Then you’ll still be close, but we’ll have some guy free time.”
“You guys hog her all the time,” Saylor says. “It’s our turn.”
“Because we’re keeping her safe.” Declan’s scowl deepens.
“Honestly Lou is scarier than the three of you combined.” Saylor looks at Cy. “Maybe not you.”
He winks at her in reply and then pushes Declan and Emerson toward the mudroom. “We’ll give you two hours.”
“No, we won’t.” Declan plants his feet as Cy tries to herd him out.
Emerson gives Cy a look of resignation and wraps his hand around Declan’s bicep. “It’ll be okay. We’re just a few feet from the house. Nothing is going to happen.”
Declan glares at him, and he glares right back. I walk over to Declan and wrap my arms around him, resting my head on his chest until he hugs me back. The tension in his body melts away after a moment, giving me the opportunity to plead my case.
“I promise we’ll just stay here and catch up. I’ll arm the alarm as soon as you guys close the door behind you.” I stare up into his green eyes. “Trust is a two-way street. I need you to trust me as much as I do you.”
My words hit their mark, and I feel him deflate against me. “Fine.”
I push to my tip toes and press a kiss against his lips. “Thank you.”
He takes advantage of my proximity and kisses me again. I part my lips for him as he licks into my mouth. His fingers sink into my hair tightening on the roots of my hair in the way that I love. Like he can’t hold me close enough, like I’m his lifeline.
Emerson scoffs when we pull apart and looks over at Cy. “Maybe we should try kissing him when we want something.”
Declan scowls in their direction. “Not if you want to keep your pretty faces intact.”
“You think I’m pretty?” Cy chortles. “You big soft teddy bear of a man.”
“Fuck off.” Declan turns and walks out the door with Cy on his heels teasing him.
Emerson stops and looks back at Saylor. He doesn’t say anything out loud, but they must come to an agreement because she nods and then he sets the alarm and walks out the door.
“Fucking finally,” Lou says. “I don’t know how you deal with them every day.”
“I do,” Emilia laughs. “And I hope you make them beg for it.”
Saylor winces. “Okay, enough talk about them. Let’s eat.”
“Yeah, I’m starving.” Lou grabs the bags and begins passing out food to us.
We sit around the living room and turn on some old episodes of Grey’s Anatomy to have in the background. As I grab my Diet Coke to take a sip Emilia’s eyes land on my ring finger. Her eyes widen, and she drops her burger to grab my hand and pull it closer for an inspection.
“What is this?”
Saylor and Lou both pause with food halfway to their mouths. They both look at the ring and then back to my face. Neither of them says anything, they just wait in silence for my explanation.
They surprised us by coming here; otherwise, I would have remembered to take the ring off. I’m not embarrassed or ashamed to be wearing it. I’m just not sure if I’m ready to explain it all in detail to them. Would they even understand? I lucked out with the guys being open-minded, but will these three new friends be the same?
I haven’t had the best luck with friendships. Most of the girls I considered friends in high school dropped me as soon as the scandal broke. I don’t blame them really. My dad was a monster. I would have distanced myself in their shoes, too. It’s not about me, but it’d be a lie to say it didn’t sting, though.
I guess it’s best to see how much these three actually care about and support me now rather than later. I take one more sip and ready myself to lay it all out there.
“Banks proposed this weekend. He thinks that being publicly engaged to someone might deter the person stalking me.”
“How so? I doubt someone stalking you would stop just because you’re engaged.”
It’s time to lay everything out there for them. Right now, they know bits and pieces. That Banks is asexual, and that I’m in some kind of relationship with the guys. But none of them have every piece of the puzzle. They definitely don’t know about my dad and the vile things he’s said and done to me.
“Most of threats I’ve received allude to the idea that I’ve been promised to this person in some way. In all likelihood my dad traded me for some type of favor. I went with Cillian to see him recently and had hoped he’d be able to explain.”
“And?” Lou sets her drink down. “Did he?”
“No. The only thing that meeting provided me with was the knowledge that my dad doesn’t love me, never has, and I hope he rots in those cement walls for the rest of his miserable life. He didn’t shed light on my stalker situation at all.”
“I’m so sorry,” Saylor reaches over and covers my hand with hers. “You have us, though. The guys. My family will happily take you in, no questions asked.”
“Thank you.” I flip my hand over and squeeze her hand back. “Luckily, I think my mom actually found a good man to marry. Cillian actually seems to care about both of us. Actually, when my father called both my mom and I sluts, Cillian hit him so hard I think he broke his nose.”
Satisfaction fills me at the memory. Violence is something I usually abhor, but watching my dad finally face consequences for his treatment of my mother is something I’ve dreamt about my whole life. I’d happily watch that moment on replay every day.
“So Banks wants to get married so this guy doesn’t think he owns you?”
“Yes.”
“Would you transfer to UGA?”
“No. Banks said he’d transfer here.”
“Isn’t he on scholarship for swimming?”
“Yes.”
“And he’s willing to give that up?”
“Yes.”
Emilia sighs wistfully. “How did you get all the good ones?”
“I have no idea. It’s definitely a huge change for me. Going from feeling so unimportant and unworthy of love to having the four of them care so deeply for me. Honestly, there are times I don’t even know if I can trust it. Like I’m just waiting for the rug to be pulled out from under me.”
“It’s real.” Saylor crumples her burger wrapper up into a ball and sticks it in the empty bag on the coffee table. “I’ve known these guys since I was a kid. They aren’t fucking around about you or your safety.”
“And if they were,” Lou draws a finger across her throat. “I’m not afraid to take them out.”
“I’m with Lou,” Emilia adds.
“I’m just worried that this could make the guy more unhinged,” Saylor says. “You know what?” She stands and walks over to her purse, pulling out a scarf tied to a padlock. “Take this.”
“What is it?”
“My personal protection. It won’t set off any alarm bells if you have to go through a security check point or anything. People will for sure think it’s weird, but not that I would use it for self-defense.”
The padlock is bigger than one you’d use for a locker or a bike lock. Due to that it’s quite heavy and could probably cause some damage. The cotton scarf is tied in a tight knot around the shackle.
“How do you use it?”
“Just swing it. Aim for the head.”
“Why do you have this?”
“I’m a lesbian in the south who attends a Catholic university. You can’t be too careful.”
“Shouldn’t you keep it then?”
“I’ll make another.”
I look down at the weapon in my hand. The thought of being able to physically defend myself is comforting. Much more than I would have expected, honestly.
“Thank you.”
“Of course. Now, enough talk of stalkers and boys. We’re here to have a fun girls’ night, not lament about shitty men.”
“Deal.”