Chapter 14
fourteen
Troy
“What the fuck are you doing?”
I freeze with my arm extended, because Wiley has his hands on my hips as he reaches over my head for a mug. “Chill out, pookie.”
He smacks a kiss on my cheek and it’s so gross that I drop the coffee pot, which shatters, sending the dark brew all over the place.
“Fuck, what the hell did you do that for?”
I stare, mouth agape, at Wiley. “Me? I didn’t do shit! You’re the one bein’ all weird and touching me all…icky-like!”
The sound of muted giggles from the hallway makes me drop my head back to stare at the ceiling. “That was dare, wasn’t it?”
Our spunky mate walks in, looking way too good in our clothing, and wraps her arms around my middle from behind.
“Think of it as…a team building exercise. I noticed how awkward you all were when we were getting freaky the other day, so I think we need to practice safe touches in a non-sexual setting.”
I stare down at her. “Come again?”
“If you all want to dick me down together, then you need to be comfortable around each other. I’m not doing this whole, ‘I’m going to jack off into the toilet while there’s a wet and willing woman in the other room because I accidentally looked at my brother’s dick and had a minor meltdown’ thing.”
She steps around me and hops up on the counter, completely bypassing the mess of glass and coffee. Fuck. Wood floors.
Wiley helps me clean up the mess, face red. It takes me a minute, but I get there. “She’s talking about you,” I accuse.
“Well, yeah. You were thrusting and your ass was jiggling, and it felt weird to be aroused.”
Morgan is now standing on the counter to reach the top shelf, pulling down a brand-new container of instant coffee I didn’t even know we had. How does this woman already know this house better than me?
“We’re stuck inside for another day because of the rain outside; seems to me there are drawbacks to living on a mountain. I’m making you take me to this weird town you keep referencing though. I won’t forget. It would be nice to get some underpants at some point.”
She sits down and bites her lip, awkwardly flicking her eyes up to us. “Sorry…that was a little presumptuous of me. I don’t imagine there’s anywhere in that town I could get a job?”
I watch her prepare a mug of instant coffee since my dumb ass ruined our actual coffee pot, trying to figure out her tone.
Then it hits me.
I pull the mug she’s now cradling from the microwave and set it on the counter.
“You’re our mate. We’re going to provide for you.
Sure, we could find you a job if you want, but you don’t need it.
We’ve got money. Allotment from our fucked-up family, remember?
We do sell stuff in town occasionally, too.
Shit we grow or make. There’s a market for weird shit in Trash Haven. ”
She spits out the sip she just took. “I’m sorry, the town is called Trash Haven?”
Wiley cracks a half-smile. “Yep.”
“Point is,” I say, bringing us back on track, “we don’t spend much money on us.
We’ve probably got more than we know what to do with sitting in the bank.
What’s ours is yours. Please don’t be weird about money; I promise it would thrill us to put it to use on something worthwhile instead of buying whatever the fuck my brothers get up to when they go into town. ”
She takes a few more sips of coffee, processing. Then, she exhales and simply says, “Okay.”
“Good. So, what is this about team building exercises?”
I am going to learn that that look on her face means something scary.
???
“Right hand on red.”
I groan as I have to basically bend over my brother to get to the nearest red.
Jake flinches, and I know he’s thinking about dropping out so he doesn’t have to feel my hips and squishy balls on him. “Don’t you dare. Look how happy she is.”
He looks at Morgan, who’s got a devious look on her face and a suspicious lack of interest in the overlarge spinner in her hand.
I narrow my eyes at her. “Are you even using that thing? You’re totally choosing the limbs and colors based on what you want to see, aren’t you?”
Caught.
She stammers and flushes and then spins the thing for good measure, calling out, “Left foot, blue.”
Wiley falls to the ground, right underneath Jake.
“Hey handsome fella,” Jake teases.
Morgan claps, giddy as fuck about this whole situation. “Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!”
They both glare at her, then Jake offers a compromise. “Blood brothers, babe. That’s not happening. Not even a little bit. How about you come sub in for him and give him a chance to spin?”
She hardly even hesitates. Practically throwing the spinner at Wiley, Morgan slides underneath Jake and wags her eyebrows. He leans down to kiss her, and this light, bubbly feeling erupts in my chest.
She’s only been here a few weeks at this point, but I can’t even imagine our lives without her anymore.
Technically our curse is broken now, but we really don’t have much interest in associating with people in town beyond the necessary times.
Apparently being cursed leaves some trauma with you; who knew?
“Right hand yellow,” Wiley calls out, totally copying Morgan’s method of not actually using the spinner. He’s not even pretending to.
This move puts my hand right between Morgan’s legs, and I’m not experienced enough with her to not blush.
“Hm. I wonder… how long do you guys think you could continue the game if I started sucking you off?”
I nearly fall from sheer surprise, but I’m determined to win this round. I lost miserably in the first round, and I have shit to prove.
“Interesting,” Jake drawls, eyes going somewhat wolfy when Morgan twists to yank my shorts over my hips.
“Team building exercise,” she mumbles as she pulls me into her mouth.
Holy. Fuck. Yeah, I think I like team building exercises.
A very weird sound comes out of my throat, and somehow me and Jake manage to keep moving our hands and feet as Wiley calls out places to move, but absolutely all of my concentration is centered around the body part my mate is sucking on.
I honestly don’t know why we’re still dealing with this farce of a game, other than the fact I’m worried she’ll stop touching me if we don’t keep playing. Weird ultimatum, but it’s a damn worthy cause.
I’m pretty upset when I have to scoot too far over to reach her mouth, but maybe there’s a method to her madness. Now she’s closer to Jake, yanking his pants over his hips and kicking them away with mine.
I honestly don’t understand the physics of how she’s sliding that much cock in her mouth without choking, but it’s a damn miracle.
I stare, mesmerized, watching his cock disappear and reappear again, and eventually I start to realize I’m not freaking out about seeing my brother’s hard dick.
Okay, I might have slightly puked a bit, but I choked that down. Don’t worry, I’ll brush my teeth before I kiss her.
“Fuck it. I think it’s time for a different team building exercise,” Wiley calls as he ditches the spinner altogether. He dives headfirst between Morgan’s thighs, getting her bare for us.
This twister mat is going to need some sanitation later, that’s for sure.
I stare down at my dick that’s all angry and red, trying to figure out where I should wedge myself in. Her most fun areas are already occupied, so I give myself an experimental tug, wondering if I can objectively find this scene hot.
If I focus on Morgan and the way she’s squirming and choking, then the answer is yes.
In fact, it feels pretty fucking good.
I must make too much noise, because soon Morgan is whipping her head away from Jake to stare at me, then she’s scrambling to pull me into her mouth, slightly pissing off my brother who’s now forced to make himself feel good.
Morgan wiggles her hips, and I watch to see what Wiley does.
He’s in primo position, staring at the heat between her legs like it’s the promised land.
Very slowly and methodically, he unzips himself, pointedly not looking at me or Jake. Then he scrunches his eyes shut as he guides himself inside of her, hips stuttering while he does.
I’m the only one so far to get their cherry popped properly, so I sympathize with him. There’s just nothing like sliding into Morgan’s body, feeling all the ridges and the squeezy moves she does when she feels good.
“Team. Building. Exercise,” she calls, encouraging Wiley to open his eyes.
He meets her eyes first, then slowly, his eyes meet mine as we spit roast our mate.
I’m trying so hard to last longer this time, but it’s so damn hard. Pun intended.
“Hurry the fuck up, dude. I’m cold!”
I glare at Jake as I gently thrust into Morgan’s mouth.
She takes it beautifully, and I thread my fingers through her hair to test out boundaries.
When she starts making even hotter noises, I grip a touch harder and thrust a bit more, following her cues until I’m full-on fucking her mouth, spilling down her throat.
Jake shoves me out of the way as soon as I’m done, which, rude, taking my place and cussing to high heaven while simultaneously praising her for taking him so well.
I’m a twitchy mess, running a hand up and down Morgan’s calf as Wiley pops his knot inside her, making her start to scream while bucking around them both, and I’m thinking there’s never been a better time to live in the middle of nowhere.
No fucking neighbors, and we can just make Morgan scream as much as we want.
Pretty soon after Wiley and Jake both finish, there’s a knock at the door, startling all of us. I mean, polite of them to let us all finish first, but…who the hell is here?
I scramble for the shorts I was wearing, take a few deep breaths, and comb my hair a little before I bother answering.
It smells like sex in here, and I really hope it offends whoever’s stopping by unannounced.
“Uhh…can I help you?”
Alex stands there, hair fucked up and deep circles under his eyes. He immediately clocks the smell of an aroused Morgan, a growl tumbling out of his chest. “Let me see her.”