3. Ghost #2
Watching my brother mouth fuck Harper over breakfast was everything I’d hoped it would be and left me helpless when I grabbed my cock over my shorts.
I wanted so badly to just whip it out and stroke it as I watched them, dreaming about the moment I could feel that mouth on me.
But I knew better than to do that. I’d wait until after we got her well and truly fucked to the point she wouldn’t turn away from us once she found our guilty pleasures.
Jaxson had some odd ones, but who was I to judge what got him off? To each their own. If I were being honest, I couldn’t wait to see what secrets we could pull from Harper when she really let herself go. What would she enjoy most that she’d only dreamed about alone in her own mind?
Magnus pulled back first, breaking the kiss, and gave her a quick peck on the nose. “Let’s eat before the food gets too cold.”
Harper blinked at him like she was in a daze, trying to grab her coffee and missing the handle on the first try. “Yeah, food,” she babbled, appearing to shake herself out of the kiss-induced stupor.
Jaxson smirked at me as he handed plates to Magnus. “Any medical problems or allergies we need to know about?” he asked once Mag gave him back a plate of crepes.
“None that I know of, but I will say that I hate coconut. I can do coconut milk or water, but I can’t do the texture of coconut.
It freaks me out. Oh, and broccoli, never liked the stuff.
It’s like eating little green trees,” Harper shared, scrunching up her face.
“Medical-wise, I’m perfectly fine, never had any broken bones or surgeries. ”
I’d known about her aversion to broccoli, but the coconut was new information. I watched as Jaxson added the fresh fruit and syrup, forgoing the shaved coconut before handing her the plate and silverware.
“Good, that makes choosing what adventures we’re going to do easier if we don’t need to worry about a bad heart or something else that would hold you back.” Jaxson mused to himself as he made up his breakfast.
Sliding out of my seat, I grabbed what was left and doctored it up, adding a healthy slab of butter and drowning it in syrup and strawberry jam.
Of the three of us, I had the biggest sweet tooth but preferred to indulge it with healthier foods versus candy.
Our job took a toll on us, and keeping our minds and bodies fit was important.
“Let’s sit outside so we can enjoy the view and the breeze,” Magnus suggested, snatching Harper’s plate just as she was trying to stab her fork into it.
“Hey,” she snapped.
Mag ignored her and kept walking. She’d get used to his controlling nature soon enough.
It wasn’t something we could ever get him to snap out of doing.
Of course, he knew better than to push us too far, knowing we could put his ass on the ground if we wanted to.
Rather, we let him mother hen and dictate our work lives and only pushed back when it came to personal matters.
Snatching up the pot of coffee and pitcher of orange juice, I followed after them, trying not to laugh at Harper’s pout.
The dick set down her plate next to him, but instead of letting her have it, he cut everything up into bite-size pieces and held out a loaded fork to her. “Eat.”
Aw fuck, he was going full smother on her.
Harper had no idea what she’d done when she said yes.
She thought it was only pertaining to sex, but that wasn’t what Magnus had been asking.
He wanted a full-access pass to her mind, body, and soul.
With her agreement to his offer, Magnus now believed he had that, and nothing could stop him from doing as he pleased.
“Excuse me?” Harper demanded, looking between him and the fork. “I am more than capable of being able to eat on my own, thank you very much.”
“If we get used to doing this now, then when the day comes that you’re sitting in my lap stuffed with my cock or one of the others is eating you out, you’ll thank me for this,” Magnus answered without batting an eye.
Visions of what Mag said flashed through my mind, and I groaned, almost creaming my pants at what I was seeing. “Don’t talk like that, man. It’s been too long, and my imagination is too realistic.”
Jaxson walked up behind her and settled his hands on her shoulders leaning in to whisper in her ear. “Did you break already? That’s no fun. We haven’t even gotten started, gorgeous. Now do what Magnus told you and eat your breakfast.”
Hesitantly, Harper opened her mouth and let Magnus feed her. She hummed in pleasure at the taste and closed her eyes, all but doing a happy dance in her seat. Fuck, I was in a losing battle between this woman and the steel rod I had resting on my thigh.
“That’s delicious, Magnus,” she praised, giving him a smile.
“Good, now make sure you eat it all. You need to fill out a little. It’s not good for you to be this skinny. Fashion standards be damned.” I knew Magnus had struggled with her keeping her weight so regimented to match with the world she was working in.
By no means was she unhealthy, but none of us ever wanted her to feel like she needed to stay this way for us. We would never give her up, no matter what size she was. All we cared about was her being healthy and safe, but after observing her, we questioned if she truly was being healthy.
“Look, not that you’ve earned the right to know this, but I haven’t had the best relationship with food in the past. It was the worst in high school when I thought I wanted to be a model, but things changed when I got to college and Dax entered my life.
I struggle with certain things and always forget to eat, but I’ve come a long way from where I used to be, eating carrot sticks and drinking only water for weeks if I got a pound over my weight limit,” she informed us.
“The thought of food like this would have made me sick just looking at it. Some days I still struggle, but they are few and far between. Although I will warn you, if you push me too much about this, it will do the opposite of what you want.”
Magnus held her gaze, searching her face, seeing the seriousness of the matter, and nodded. “Understood, I won’t let you fall back into the darkness, but if you do, then I will join you until it passes. No matter what happens, you won’t be doing it alone ever again.”
Harper reached out to him, resting her hand on his arm. “You sounded just like Dax there for a moment. I don’t get why you three care so much about me or even how you know all that you do. I find it kind of creepy but oddly sweet.”
“That’s us, creepy stalkers with hearts of gold,” I cheered, raising my glass of orange juice. “Now, let’s drop the heavy talk and come up with a plan. Give Harper a Life!”
“That is rude and hateful to say, Ghost,” Harper shot back.
I shrugged and flashed her a smile. “Prove me wrong, and I’ll be happy to apologize however you want me to,” I offered, wagging my eyebrows suggestively.
“Not until after she eats,” Magnus stated, holding up the fork to Harper’s lips.
She rolled her eyes and did as she was told… for now. I had a feeling we would see a wild side to my angel sooner than later.