Chapter 8 Paul
Chapter eight
Paul
"Is this going to be our thing?" I ask.
Skylar jumps at the sound of my voice, squinting into the dark room as she quietly closes the door to the main bedroom.
I'm sitting in the spacious TV room in the dark. The Wi-Fi is down, so I haven't been able to work. Although I know Skylar needs sleep, a part of me was hoping she would find me, and I'm elated to have some time alone with her.
"I liked where it went last time, so yeah, midnight sex might be our thing." Skylar grins as she pads over to the couch and slides down next to me. I pull her close and tuck her under my arm.
"Greedy girl. Three cocks in one session isn't enough?" I tease, caressing her bare thigh as she throws it over my lap.
She's wearing my T-shirt this time, which makes me downright feral for her. But even in the dark, I sense her anxiety rolling off her like waves.
"Spill. What's still got you worried?" I ask, somehow managing to keep my hand from traveling between her legs.
I want her to talk to us about anything that's bothering her, but if I make it about sex each time, we'll never develop that part of our relationship.
She doesn't respond for a long time, so I wait.
"How are we going to make this work?" Skylar finally blurts out, then buries her head against my arm.
"What do you mean?" I ask, cradling her. I stare into her eyes, forcing her to look at me.
Skylar pauses for a long moment before releasing a hard breath. "I mean, five days ago, I had a plan to travel the world for a few months. You guys run a multi-billion-dollar company, and I can't even figure out what I want to do with my life."
I open my mouth to respond, but she covers it with her hand.
"I don't know how long I'll need to stay in Fox Falls, and you guys cannot do business from a town that doesn't get cell reception or consistent Wi-Fi." She looks at me, her eyes pleading with me to discount everything she's saying, but her hand still covers my mouth, so I stay quiet.
"How will this work in the future for us?” Skylar asks in a small voice.
“I mean, do we all get married? Will people stop doing business with your company if they find out about our situation?
And what if we have kids? Are you all Daddy?
" She shakes her head, and the worry in her eyes makes me want to solve every one of her problems if she'll let me.
She finally removes her hand and looks at me, giving me permission to speak.
"First, I don't care what anybody thinks.
We each have enough money to live a thousand lives, whether our company fails tomorrow or ten years from now.
If clients don't want to work with us because of who we love, fuck them.
" I turn her so she's straddling me, cupping her face and forcing her to look at me.
"If you want to travel, we'll go with you. If you need to find yourself or experience more, we'll make it happen. Just do it with us. Because if you ever leave again, we won't survive."
Skylar's eyes glisten, and I brush away her tears with my thumbs. I want to hold her, make it all better, but she has to hear me out first.
"As for marriage”—Skylar tries to look away, but I pull her closer, resting my forehead against hers—“officially, we can't all marry you. But we've talked about it.”
Skylar's eyes fly open in disbelief.
"We would create a legal arrangement with our lawyers, collectively and individually.
You and any future children would be protected if anything should happen to one or more of us.
We would have a ceremony for the four of us.
And yes, we'd all be Daddy. It won't matter to us who the biological father is, although we’re hoping you might be willing to go for three so we can each get you pregnant once.
It's part of the breeding kink we all share. But we’re flexible, and ultimately, the choice to have children is entirely up to you. "
Skylar stares at me, her grin growing with each word I speak.
"And finally, the company will be fine for as long as you need to stay here. Now that we know you aren't running from us, we can stay in Fox Falls for as long as you need us to. Our financial situation gives you options you never could have dreamed of, and we all want to make that happen for you."
The worry eases from her face, and she takes a deep breath. "So, you're saying that all I need to do is trust that you guys love me and enjoy my life?"
I smile, grateful that she isn't resisting or making excuses to push us away. "Yes."
She shrugs. "I'll think about it."
"Think about it?" I growl, digging my fingers into her ribs until she's laughing so hard she can't breathe. When I finally stop, she cups my face, bringing her lips to mine in a kiss so purely full of love that my entire body warms from the inside out.
"I love you," Skylar says shyly.
I kiss her nose. "Never as much as I love you."
"That is true. I didn't hack into your personal life and stalk you like a psycho."
I grimace, not entirely proud of our behavior, but she isn't wrong.
"Good thing I don't scare easily." She grins and gives me one more quick kiss.
Standing, she lifts the hem of her shirt and reveals her perfect tits in a move more sensual than anything I could have imagined on my own.
"Let's do our thing, baby." She giggles as I get up and chase her into the other bedroom as quietly as possible.
I push her toward the bathroom and turn on the hot water in the shower. Skylar watches me, eyeing the tile bench and raising her eyebrows in question.
"Next time, I'm going to have you ride me on that bench," I tell her, turning her to face the mirror over the sinks. "This time, I want you to watch me fuck you."
Her eyes close, and her skin breaks out in goosebumps as I run my fingers lightly down her arms.
"Open your eyes, baby."
Skylar's eyes fly open. Pulling her hips back, I push her down on the counter so she's at a right angle and lined up with my cock.
I stroke my shaft, the tip already weeping and ready to fill her.
I nudge her open with my knee, and she quickly complies, spreading her legs wide.
Her opening is slick with her need, and I want a taste before I fuck her.
"As much as I love to hear you scream, you have to be quiet so you don't wake up Hunter or Mark. This is my time," I warn.
Skylar nods, hiding her mouth against her arm. Our girl is loud. I'll need to talk to Hunter about soundproofing every possible room we might want to take her in.
I drop to my knees behind her, spreading her open for me, and devour her pussy like I'll never eat anything more delicious in my life.
Her honey floods my tongue like a magic potion that turns me into a feral beast. I feast upon both her holes, spreading her wide so I can lap up every last bit of her juices.
She bucks forward, writhing back against my face as I make a sloppy mess of her gorgeous pussy. Her legs shake, and her soft cries are barely contained against her arm. My cock drips on my leg, spurting pre-cum in a desperate warning. I’m not sure how much longer I can wait to fuck her.
I pull back, forcing myself to my feet, and replace my tongue with my finger. I've got Skylar so wound up that she tries to hump my hand.
"You were supposed to keep a cock in all night," I mock-scold her as I play with her clit. "What am I going to do with you?"
Skylar's shoulders lift in a shrug, but she stares at me with lust-filled eyes in the mirror. "You could fill me. Now."
I grin. She’s going to be the death of me, and oh, what a way to go.
Her eyes darken as I line up with her entrance, and she mouths, fuck me. Any chance of gentle lovemaking flies out the window.
I plunge forward, moaning low as I bottom out in one hard thrust. Skylar whimpers, watching me in the mirror. I'm worried I've hurt her, but she bounces against my cock, begging me with her body to take her faster.
I pull out and snap my hips forward, thrusting in and out as I rub her clit in tight circles.
She locks eyes with me in the mirror. "Oh, oh, oh, oh.
" Her voice is a low, hoarse whisper as she tries to stay quiet while desperately chasing her release.
The sounds of our hushed panting and muffled cries of pleasure echo off the bathroom walls.
The steam from the shower fills the space, and I lean over Skylar to wipe away the condensation forming on the mirror. I want to see her eyes.
"I love you, Skylar. I love you so much. Please don't ever leave us again," I beg, my balls tightening as her core flutters around me.
Her eyes close as her release barrels down on her. "I will never leave you again. Fuck, yes! Yes, yes, yes!"
Her whole body seizes, and her pussy grips me like a vice, bringing me over the edge with her. I bury my guttural cry against her back as ropes of my cum fill her.
When we both still, I pull out, lift her into my arms, and carry her to the bed.
I lower her to her feet, pulling back the covers, and she crawls in, utterly spent and exhausted. I walk to the bathroom and turn off the water, the shower long forgotten, then join her in bed.
Skylar is half asleep as I get in behind her.
She moans softly as I use my fingers to capture my seed dripping down her thighs and thrust it back inside her.
I fist my cock, already half hard from being pressed against her soft, curvy body, and pump myself until I'm fully erect.
Then, I slowly thrust inside her from behind, her soft panting breaths as she welcomes me home, getting me harder by the second.
She needs her sleep, so I don't dare move or initiate another round. Instead, I pull her back against me, my cock keeping my cum locked inside her.
"Are you planning to sleep like this?" she mumbles.
"Yes."
"You're crazy." A soft laugh escapes, and she moans slightly as she settles her ass back against me.
"Crazy in love with you," I admit, imagining her belly swollen with my baby. "Get some sleep."
I drift off, dreaming of babies that look like Skylar and a lifetime of happiness.