Chapter fifty
Cyrus
She looks like an angel sleeping, her hair cascading over the pillow and her hands tucked under her face. I’m the luckiest fucking man alive to call her my girlfriend. One day I’ll be calling her my wife. I know without a shadow of a doubt we will always be together.
Well, me and the three other men in her life.
She doesn’t know, but they’ll be here soon. We are a unit and our girl is not only about to be placing herself in harm's way, but coming face to face with the man who took away one of her greatest choices in life; who to give her virginity to. They need to know what she’s about to do.
I pull off the comforter and carefully slip out of bed. I don’t want to wake her. She needs her rest. I pick up my phone from the dresser and step over to my bag to pull out a shirt and a pair of sweats.
Tip-toeing to the door, I look over my shoulder to her still sleeping form before shutting it behind me and heading to the bathroom. I have time to get a quick shower before they get here. I messaged them last night, telling them to text me when they get here, versus knocking on the door.
Turning on the water, I give it time to warm up while brushing my teeth.
All I can think about is my girl asking me to move in with her.
My plan is to pack some of my things while she is dancing for the asshole.
It’ll be a good way to keep my mind busy.
Tonight is going to be torture and I know it.
Maybe the guys will want to keep me company.
Stepping into the shower under the hot spray, I let the warmth soothe my tense muscles. Breathing in and out, I calm my nerves about what’s going to happen later and how helpless I feel in the situation.
The fact that I’m not going to be there to protect her, even help her if something happens, has me sick. I pick up the bar of soap and roll it in my hands underneath the water, lathering it up, and quickly washing off. Time is ticking, and I need to be ready when they get here.
As soon as I step out and begin drying off, my phone vibrates on the counter. I quickly pick it up to see it’s the group chat.
Colt: We’re getting coffee around the corner then we’ll be there.
Brax: Is she up?
Me: Okay and no she’s still sleeping and I plan to let her as long as she can.
Me: Like I said we have shit to talk about
I set the phone back down, finish drying off, and get dressed before heading out to the living room. I pause, listening to see if Sierra is moving around in the bedroom.
She’s not. Good.
Heading into the living room, I make a detour to the kitchen, grab a bottle of water from the refrigerator, and pick my laptop bag up off the kitchen table. Until they get here, I have an assignment I can work on.
As I sit down, I cross my feet on the coffee table and pull out my laptop, placing it on my legs. I dread doing this assignment. But I only have a couple of things left to do to complete my business plan.
Just when I’m about to begin working, my phone buzzes.
Colt: Stepping into the elevator
Me: Unlocking the door so just come on in.
Setting my laptop on the coffee table, I head over to the door and unlock it, then sit back down. They need to get used to coming in like they’re not guests. Maybe in a couple of weeks I can talk to Sierra about giving them a key to the apartment.
A few minutes later, I can hear them talking loudly in the hall. As they come through the door, I cut my eyes at them. “Shh, I said she was asleep.”
“Sorry,” Zander whispers, as Braxton playfully slaps him across the back of his head.
“Sit down so we can talk before she wakes up.”
Zander sets Sierra’s coffee on the table and hands mine to me. They all find somewhere to sit, forming a circle around me.
“What’s up? Did they contact her about Sam? Dad hasn’t told us anything.”
“No, it’s not that. That rapist fucker contacted Rico about setting up the private dance. It’s tonight.”
I can see Colton, out of the corner of my eye, jump up, but his brother quickly grabs his arm and pulls him back down.
“No, she can’t. He could fucking hurt her,” Colton whispers harshly.
“I agree, but we don’t have a choice and Sierra agreed to it. The girlfriend of one of the bikers Rico brought is going with her, along with two of their men. I guess they’ve staked out the address and are making sure both of them are completely safe.”
“You’re going with her, right? Can we?” Braxton asks.
“No, and I don’t even have the address. Rico's reasoning is that he wants me to be able to take care of her in case something happens. So if I’m not able to go, then you know that you guys can’t.
It makes me feel sick and helpless,” I confess, roughly rubbing a hand down my face as I blow out a deep breath.
“I don’t like this,” Zander murmurs, just as we hear footsteps coming down the hallway.
“What are y’all doing here?” she asks in surprise when she walks in.
“We wanted to see our girl,” Zander saves them. “We got you coffee.”
“Thank you.” She drags out the words as she pretends to be a zombie walking toward us.
We all bust out laughing at her silliness.
“Umm, Cyrus told us about tonight,” Braxton says softly, scooting closer to Colton so she can sit between me and him.
“Yeah, Rico and the guys helping him are coming by here this afternoon to go over everything. I think they’re going to be here around three.”
“Can we be here when they come?” Zander asks.
“I don’t know. I can ask, but I’m not sure they want very many people knowing about it. I can message him real quick.” She stands up. “Let me get my phone.”
“He’s not going to let you,” I tell them with a smirk when she disappears down the hallway.
“We can still try.” Braxton shrugs. “But while we wait, why don’t we go out and get something to eat? It’s almost noon. That way, she can be back in time for her to meet them.”
“Sounds good. I’ll go let Sierra know so she can get dressed while you decide on a place. Preferably not pizza.” I stand and step over their stretched out legs, heading to the bedroom.
When I step through the door, her back is to me, but I can see her arms moving so I know she’s typing on her phone.
“Baby,” I call out.
“Yeah?” She looks over her shoulder at me.
“The guys and I are taking you out for lunch. If you can go ahead and get dressed, we can be back in time for Rico and them to get here.” I head over to where my bag sits in the corner and pull out a pair of socks, sitting down on the edge of the bed to slip them on.
“Okay.” She steps over to her dresser and opens and closes a couple of drawers, pulling out various items of clothes.
“I’m going to need to clean out a couple of these so you can put your stuff in them, now that you’re my live-in boyfriend.
” She winks as she takes off her pajamas, standing before me in nothing but her birthday suit.
“Fuck, baby, you look so tempting, but we don’t have time.” I reach down and grip my cock, wishing I could bend her over and fuck her.
“We can always have a quickie.” She smirks.
Is my baby getting a wild side? I stand slowly and prowl toward her, crowding her. I can see the fire in her eyes as she looks at me. Taking the clothes from her hands, I lay them on top of the dresser and pull her roughly against my body.
“Is my baby horny? Does she want me to fuck her tight little pussy, making her moan and scream so her boyfriends can hear how much she likes it? Does she want them to come and watch me while I fuck her?”
She nods against my chest, but she didn’t say the words. She’s not ready, but she will be soon. Her relationship with them hasn’t progressed to sex yet. But fuck, I can’t wait to watch her come undone underneath one of them.
“Not yet, baby, but soon. Get dressed and when we come home, I’ll give you what you want.”
“Please, Cyrus.” She looks up at me with pouty lips.
Fuck me. My resolve quickly slips away. She’s horny and I’m the only one who can help her, for now. “Okay, baby, but it’s going to be quick. Then, when we’re done, you’re going to get dressed and walk around reeking of sex for your other men to smell. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she moans breathlessly.
“Turn around and bend over,” I demand gruffly. She eagerly complies, and my cock jerks. “Spread your legs.”
My hand slips under my waistband and grips my hard shaft, pulling it out of my jogging pants. With my other hand, I push them down my thighs and step up behind her. My fingers slide through her slit, finding her already wet, and she moans.
I run the head of my cock through her wet folds before lining it up with her hole and thrusting inside, filling her completely in one quick motion. She tries to stifle her cries, but she doesn’t do a very good job.
I pump in and out at a fast pace, her walls clamping down on my cock with each thrust. She’s fucking perfect—her body, her soul. My girl doesn’t have a single flaw.
My balls tighten and I know I’m close. I said this would be quick, but I don’t want to stop. If my dick could take up permanent residence in her pussy, it would.
“Oh god, Cyrus,” she whimpers as she rocks her hips back into me.
I take hold of her hips and thrust into her at the same time I pull her back to me.
“Where’s the bath—”
Shit, I didn’t shut the door. I look over my shoulder to see Braxton standing there, eyes wide, mouth open as I’m fucking Sierra. It’s decision time. I can feel Sierra tensing underneath me, and that’s just not going to work for me.
I give him a wink and continue pounding into my girl, letting my hand slip around her waist and rub on her clit. She cries out, and my speed increases. Her cries are like music to my ears, knowing I’m the reason for them.
“This is natural in relationships, and with it being poly, we’re bound to walk in on each other.” I’m talking to Sierra, but as I glance back, Braxton’s still frozen in his spot, and judging by the tent in his pants, he’s turned on.
“Fuck, I’m going to come!” she cries, as her pussy clamps down on my cock. Her thighs clench together, squeezing my hand and I keep rubbing tiny circles on her clit.
My balls become heavy as my own orgasm hits. I quickly pull out and shoot cum on her back. I keep stroking my cock until it’s empty. When I glance back over my shoulder, he’s gone.
Sierra’s breathing heavily underneath me. Pulling my shirt over my head, I quickly clean her back with it and pick up her panties. “Now put these on and get dressed.” I kiss her softly on the lips.
“I’m so embarrassed, Cyrus. He heard. He saw.” Her lips are trembling as she dresses, and I know she’s about to break down.
“And he liked it. Baby, it’s fine. You had a need, and I took care of it. Braxton just so happened to walk in. The next time, it could be them fucking you and I walk in. It’s going to happen. This is a relationship, so don’t you for one fucking minute feel embarrassed. Do you understand?”
She nods.
“Sierra, words.”
“Yes.”
“Okay, finish getting dressed and I’ll meet you in the living room. I’m starving all of a sudden.” I wink before walking over to my bag, pulling out a clean shirt and picking my shoes up from the floor.