14. Harper
HARPER
Dressed and ready to lounge with my McDonald’s, I slid into the kitchen Risky Business style.
On the counter were two strange-looking boxes, with nothing else out in the open.
I guessed this was what Ghost brought my food back in.
Hoisting myself up onto the counter, kicking my feet excitedly, I popped off the lid and peered inside.
White smoke billowed out, making me cough at how cold it was.
Once the smoke cleared, there, packed in dry ice, was the glorious sight of a large cup filled with the nectar of the gods.
Plucking it out as carefully as I could, avoiding the brick of ice, I set it down so I could stab the straw into it.
The burn of the soda as it hit my mouth told me that it was the real deal—carbonation so intense you could feel the bubbles sliding down your throat.
A sigh of contentment slipped out as I sagged, cradling the cup to my chest.
“You look like Gollum with this precious ring right now,” Jaxson shared with a snicker.
Glaring at him, I hid the cup by my side as I stuck my tongue out at him. “You don’t appreciate the gift that is a Coke from McDonald’s.”
“If I could have a sip, I might learn to appreciate it more,” he challenged.
Hissing at him, I hunched over and tried to do my best impression of the creepy creature. “My precious!”
Laughing, he tossed up his hands in mock defeat. “I won’t steal it from you. If I did, I’m pretty sure Ghost would chop off my dick, and I quite like that part of my anatomy.”
Now I was the one who couldn’t hold back the snicker at the look of actual concern on Jaxson’s face.
“Laugh it up, Harpster, but I’m fairly positive you enjoyed it quite a lot yourself,” he shot back. “Open the other one before it gets too cold and you blame me for it happening.”
Shoving the now-empty box to the side, I pulled the second one to me, knocking off the lid.
This container was filled with what looked like tons of hand warmers.
Unearthing the brown bag, I pulled it free, opening it to find two sandwiches.
The first one was labeled as a normal McChicken, and the second was the spicy version.
“God, just when I didn’t think he could be any more wonderful, he got me both,” I praised, unwrapping the spicy one first.
The sandwich was warmer than if it had just been made and not at all soggy.
Taking the first bite, I moaned at the subtle spice paired with the creamy mayo and fresh lettuce.
Many people in my life have told me my obsession with these sandwiches was ridiculous, but I didn’t care.
Everyone has their guilty pleasure, and this was mine.
“Fuck me,” Ghost blurted as he arrived in the kitchen, still drying off his hair with a towel.
“Mm-hmm,” Jaxson answered. “Never in my life did I think I could be jealous of a fast-food chicken sandwich.”
“Clearly, I need to work on my cooking skills. I’ve never seen her react like that for the food I make,” Magnus commented as he came to lean against the counter across from me. “You seem to be feeling better.”
“Who wouldn’t be after getting your hair washed, soaking in an amazing bath, a good quick fuck, and the magic of Micky D’s. That kind of combination should cure cancer or something with how amazing it is,” I said before taking another gulp of soda.
Magnus snorted and grinned. “Are you going to stay up there, or would you like to move to the living room and watch a movie?”
“Wait, you have a TV here?” I demanded, looking around the place, wondering how I could have missed it.
Jaxson came up to me, resting his hands on my thighs. “Oh, we have something better than a plain old TV. The three of us don’t skimp when it comes to technology. We have a 4K projector with a kickass sound system built into the walls and ceiling for the ultimate experience.”
Frowning, I looked over at the simple living room with the cream-colored overstuffed sofa. “You have that all here?”
“Oh ye of little faith,” Ghost chided, walking into the living room and dropping the wooden screen darkening the space.
Shrugging, I hopped off the counter, collected my food, and picked my spot in the middle of the couch.
Magnus pointed a remote to the ceiling, where a screen the width of the wall started to descend.
Jaxson plopped down next to me, kicking his feet up on the ottoman, and showed me a tablet. “Pick whatever movie you want.”
Setting down my Coke, I scrolled through the never-ending list of movies. Never in my life had I seen a list so long before. “This is like every movie ever made in the history of movies.”
“So you better not tell us you can’t find anything you wanna watch,” Ghost pointed out as he joined us on the couch.
Then I spotted it, the perfect movie, one that Dax would hardly ever watch with me because she wasn’t a fan of Tom Cruz. “This one!”
The two brothers leaned in to see what I’d picked, and they both laughed. “You sure?” Jaxson asked. “I feel like that would be watching a movie about what’s happening in your life right now with a lot less sex.”
“Yup, this is the one. I need to laugh while feeling all the warm and fuzzy moments this movie has to offer,” I decided, hitting the play button.
Magnus walked over to us, picked me up, and settled me on his lap as he took my spot. “Oh, Knight and Day, I love this movie,” he shared, wrapping his arms around me.
“Umm, you know there was room further down on the couch. You didn’t need to take my spot,” I grumbled before taking another bite of my sandwich.
The grumpy man nipped at the shell of my ear, making me yelp and jolt in his hold. “That is true, but it would have been too far away from you. Besides, you and I need to work on our relationship, things between you and the others are great, but I’m still on the outs.”
“Not true,” I stated. “They don’t have a special nickname like you do, Maggie.”
“How will I ever be able to thank you for that gift, doll?” Magnus questioned, sarcasm dripping from his voice.
Ghost snapped out a hand, whacking Magnus on the arm. “Shut the fuck up. The movie is starting.”
Refusing to let Oscar the Grouch ruin this movie for me, I settled into his arms as I finished my food.
The further into the movie we got, the more I cuddled Magnus.
I spread my legs wider so they draped over his, tucking my head against his neck and slouching like I had no bones.
About halfway through the movie, the hand he’d hooked his thumb into the waistband of my harem pants had migrated to almost his whole hand in my pants.
Utterly distracted from the movie, I watched as he let his hand glide down to cup my pussy. I couldn’t help but squirm, feeling his fingers softly brush up and down the outside. The slight stubble, making the touch even more apparent what he was doing, sent little zings right to my clit.
“Sit still,” Magnus ordered. “We don’t want to distract the others from the movie, now do we?”
My eyes glanced at one, then the other, and they seemed to not notice at all what was going on— not that I believed it for a second. These men were ninjas. They would notice their brother going down south, copping a feel of the woman they were both fucking.
A finger slipped between my legs, entering the valley of plenty, and I couldn’t help but tilt my hips to encourage exploration. Magnus stopped and drew back his hand, making me all but whimper.
“What did I say, doll,” Magnus chided. “You move. I stop. The rules are simple.”
I gulped but nodded my head slightly so he knew I’d understood.
A moment later, his hand resumed petting, starting all the way over from the top.
Even if I’d wanted to try and focus on the movie, there was no way it would have happened.
Each and every cell of my body was laser-focused on what this man was doing with his hand.
How he could slip his finger far enough for me to get the sensation of his touch but not actually make contact with my clit was amazing.
The barest brush of his nail scraped along as he started from the bottom all the way to the top, only to remove his finger and start again.
The long, slow teasing strokes had me to the point I almost was weeping, ready to beg him for whatever he wanted if he would just fucking touch me.
My pussy ached as much as it was gushing, needing some type of friction and ready for action in whatever way he wanted to do it.
“Please.” The word slipped out of my mouth like a prayer, soft and delicate but full of all the need I was feeling.
“Please what, doll?”
“Touch me,” I begged, turning my face up, slamming my lips against his, trying to show him how badly I needed this.
Magnus wrapped one hand around my throat, holding me in this position as he tongue fucked my mouth at the same time he pressed a finger to my clit.
An orgasm tore through my body, erupting like a volcano from deep inside me.
The force of it had me screaming into his mouth, and he ate it all as he slipped that finger inside me.
As if he’d memorized my body beforehand, he instantly found my G-spot and stroked it like the good girl I wanted to be right now.
I shouldn’t have been surprised at the fact another climax hit me before the echoes of the last began to fade.
The difference was this time, there was no way I could keep still.
My hips bucked, and I tore my mouth away from his as he steadily continued to finger me until I was pissing my pants—or at least that was what I thought was happening.
“Would you look at that,” Ghost purred, a hand moving up my leg to grab the waistband of my pants and pull them down. “Do my eyes deceive me, or did my angel just squirt?”
“I, what now?” I managed to ask, my heart beating in my ears, and the slightest touch had me twitching in ecstasy.