45. Wes
***Wes***
Ialways took a week off after the fourth and Daisy had me contemplating taking another whole week off.
Max and Flynn were sticking just as close as I was and it felt strangely good to have something special with them.
I’d helped raise them as best as I could after our dad died and it created a kind of separation between us as brothers.
We were close but we’d each faced our own trials and horrors and done our best to handle everything alone.
Daisy took the wall down between us. I felt like their brother again.
I’d worried about how selfish I was being by going after Daisy when my brothers cared for her.
I’d been concerned that the gap between us would grow.
Instead, I’d found myself having fun with them.
We’d turned into kids, elbowing and shoving each other to get to Daisy first. Somehow, Daisy leveled the field and we were just three brothers chasing the same woman. And it worked.
“The kids are good. They barely let me out of the truck to say goodbye. They decided on the way over that Cam’s mom would love Hank and she agreed for some reason.
” Flynn shook his head while grabbing an apron.
“Twenty bucks says she called in ten minutes telling me to come get the dog. And possibly the kids, too, depending on what they get up to.”
I snorted. Charlie’s mom, Cameron, and her mom were great and often took all the kids instead of just Charlie.
Hazel and Poppy loved both women almost as much as Charlie did so they liked going with him.
Hazel had never told either of them she wished they were her new mom, though.
She’d saved that for Daisy. My stomach still twisted when I thought about Hazel wanting a new mom because I hadn’t let her remember her own.
Flynn slapped me on the shoulder when he moved past me. “Look alive, Wes. Daisy will be back from her errand soon and if we don’t have most of this dinner done, she’s going to try to take over.”
“Too late.” Daisy walked into the kitchen in a pair of tiny shorts and a top that revealed a lot of cleavage and at least two inches of the pale, smooth skin of her stomach.
She had most of her hair piled into some kind of updo with a bandana tied around her head and her bangs doing the intense curl she always did to them.
She looked like a pin-up girl, the same way she always did, but edgier, like this version of her was trouble.
The shorts were so damn short that they might as well have been underwear and they made her legs look a mile long. Of course, she had on her normal heels. The combination was lethal. I couldn’t remember what I was supposed to be doing once I spotted her.
She swept into the kitchen and bumped me out of the way with her hip so she could turn down the burner under the chicken. “This isn’t me taking over. This is me saving the chicken.”
If she expected me to keep my hands to myself, she was sadly mistaken.
I gripped her hips and pulled her into my chest, tilting her head back and kissing her as I did.
When she melted into me, I picked her up and put her down on the island so I could stand between her thighs.
The same way it usually went with Daisy, I went from zero to needing to nail her to the counter in less than two seconds.
I cupped her ass and used my grip to rock her hips into mine while kissing across her bare shoulder. “Other men in town saw you in this outfit?”
She tugged at my hair so I’d lift my head to look at her. “Yep. I got three numbers and a marriage proposal.”
I saw red and heard Max growling somewhere close by. “Excuse me?”
Daisy’s laugh was light and genuinely amused. “I’m joking! No one looked at me anymore than they normally do and that’s just because of the style in general. Y’all can put your backs down. Or do you think that I’m greedy enough to need more than three men pawing at me?”
I kissed her between every few words. “It’s not you that we’re worried about. I hate the idea of anyone else looking at you and thinking they have a chance.”
Her eyes turned challenging. “Would you like me to wear some kind of sign that makes it clear that I’m taken by the Calloway Clan?”
Flynn reached over the island from the other side and grabbed Daisy under the arms to drag her over to him and away from me.
She yelped but it turned into a laugh when he buried his face in her neck and nibbled at her.
“I think a sign making it clear that you belong to the three oldest Calloway brothers would be great. I’ve never been jealous but the idea of random men getting to look at you makes me want to fight. ”
“So, that’s it?” She let him pull her off the island and wrapped her legs around his waist. “I belong to the three oldest Calloway brothers?”
“Fuck, yeah, you do.” Flynn gripped the back of her head and kissed her as if he was trying to brand her through his mouth. It lingered, growing in intensity until my dick was rock hard and I wanted her back in my arms to give her my own brand.
Tension began to boil in the kitchen, the unknown of what we could do hovering overhead like an electric storm.
Would Daisy be okay with two of us taking her again?
All three of us? If we kept touching her would she put an end to it before we were all three fucking her while the chicken burned?
Why the fuck did that idea seem so hot? Why didn’t it bother me to watch Flynn slide his hand down the back of her shorts?
Why did it make me want to join in to ruin Daisy until she couldn’t think at all, much less think of leaving.
Max moved closer, a pained look on his face.
He hadn’t joined in the first time and I could tell he was hesitant but he wanted Daisy just as much as we did.
He slowly moved behind Daisy and rested his hands on her waist. Flynn noticed and moved his hands to get out of the way.
He also pulled his mouth away and gently turned Daisy’s head until Max could lean forward and take her mouth next.
He started slow and then tangled his hand in her hair and tugged her head back so he could kiss her harder, devouring her mouth and the moans she made.
I moved to their side of the counter and watched as Flynn gripped her hips tight and used them to make her rub over his erection, stimulating her through her shorts while she and Max made out like teenagers.
With everything happening to her, Daisy shouldn’t have been able to notice me standing there, but she did.
She pressed her hand into my chest and then ran it down to my dick.
She palmed my erection and started rubbing it, proving that the three of us weren’t too much for her.
“More.” One broken word from Daisy and we all scrambled to give her whatever she needed.
It should’ve been chaos but we worked perfectly together for her in ways I never would’ve imagined.
We worked around each other without pause to pleasure her the way she deserved and she made sure things weren’t just happening to her.
She did everything she could to make sure she gave as good as she got.
I’d just pulled her mouth back to mine when a scream pierced the kitchen. It was quickly followed by my youngest brother’s voice.
“What the fuck is going on here?!”