Silence
“Something smells good,” I say as I carry more bottles of wine into the kitchen. The store was hell, but Yale did warn me that going there on New Year’s Eve was not the best idea. Still, I braved it, and I got the last of the half-decent alcohol.
Yale kisses me as I pass him in front of the stove. “Of course it does. I’m cooking it.”
“Arrogance isn’t sexy,” I say, sliding three bottles of white into the fridge. Yale spanks me, and I grin, sticking my butt out to encourage a few more whacks, which he obliges. The last one is painful, and I tut when Xavier squeezes my ass cheek with one hand and wraps his arm around my waist.
“Those were Yale’s spanks, not yours,” I chide.
He bites my earlobe. “Do I need to fill this bratty mouth?”
“Promises, promises.” I push my butt into his hardening cock and shut the refrigerator door.
“Gift for you on the island, love,” Yale says.
I wiggle my fingers excitedly, but the only thing waiting for me is a blindfold. I pick it up to examine it, but Xavier pulls it out of my hands and wraps it around my eyes, blocking out the light.
I smile. “What’s happening?”
“A taste test,” Xavier says, securing it to my head. He bends me over the counter sharply, and I gasp, pressing my palms into the marble as he starts unbuttoning my jeans.
“But … the food isn’t ready yet.”
He pulls my jeans down harshly, the material rubbing against my skin, and undresses me totally before leaning close to my ear. “It isn’t that kind of taste test. Get on your knees.”
Excitement dampens my inner thighs, and I turn slowly, getting to my knees. It’s disorientating, being naked and draped in darkness, but the arousal overcomes the confusion.
A hand slides down my front, cupping my breast. “Hello, husband.”
Zayden laughs. “You’re getting cocky, Q.”
“As if she wasn’t always cocky,” Xavier says. “Open your mouth.” I do, and I tip my head back slightly, resting my hands on my thighs. “See if you can guess who’s cum you’re swallowing first.”
One by one, they fuck my throat. My jaw aches, my knees hurt, but I suck them greedily, even when tears stream down my cheeks.
I’m wet, unbearably sensitive, and when I swallow the second heavy load of cum, I almost cry out from relief when I’m moved, straddling one brother and lowered onto his cock.
It’s Zayden, and I moan deeply as he bottoms out inside me.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he whispers, running his thumbs over my nipples as Yale leans me forward.
“I’ve been waiting for this,” Yale groans, running his lubed finger across my ass. “How tight is she, Z?”
“So fucking tight,” he groans.
I’m still blindfolded, but when a hand gently grips my chin and angles my head to the right, I open my mouth. Xavier glides the tip of his cock across my lips, and I lick at him, eager to swallow him, too.
The chill of lube, the pressure of Yale, and then they’re all inside me.
They fuck my holes relentlessly, the kitchen floor hard on my knees, my body lit up with pleasure enough to not care. After I come twice, Yale pulls out of me and lifts me into his arms, removing the blindfold as he positions me on the couch.
They each fuck me, slower this time. My body is teased and worshipped by hands, mouths, and cocks, and I’m dizzy from how goddamn lucky I am.
Time stops making sense, and my final orgasm lulls me into a deep sleep.
The crackle of fireworks wakes me at midnight. I don’t remember us coming to bed, but we’re in the same positions as always. Zayden is spooning me, Xavier is on the far side of the bed in his own space, but Yale is gone.
Climbing out of bed, I go downstairs and find him dishing his cooking into Tupperware and placing it in the fridge. Bullet is at his feet, watching him greedily.
“Happy New Year,” I whisper, tiptoeing over to him.
Yale grins and kisses me. “Happy New Year. I love you.”
“I love you.”
I watch him put away the last of the food and wash the dishes. He’s meticulous, focused, a small smile on his lips as he works.
As I admire him, I think about the question that’s been on my mind since that awful night with Ryker. Something I’ve thought about, over and over, but never found the courage to voice, and wonder if this is the right time. Maybe it’ll never be right.
“Why did you never come back?”
Yale takes a kitchen towel from the side and looks at me. “Back where?”
“To visit me.”
His smile is puzzled. “Visit you?”
In the muted light of the kitchen, I search his face and wonder if maybe I’m wrong. But I can’t be. I’m not.
“I never wrote about my father beating me with rocks. It wasn’t in my diaries; it wasn’t something I ever spoke about.
The only person who knew was my dad.” His smile fades slightly.
“And the boy who looked after me when it happened.” Yale Silver watches me, and I blink back the blur of tears when he doesn’t deny it.
“It was you, wasn’t it? You were my Odin. ”
I watch him, and I see the recognition in his eyes.
Eyes I know.
Eyes I’ve known since I was fourteen.
His nod is slow. “Yes.”
Tears fall, and I press the back of my hand to my mouth.
It was him.
This whole time, it was him.
The boy who saved me. Who treated me. Who held me and promised not to leave me.
My first love. My first kiss. The boy who taught me that kindness exists is the man who reinforces that truth.
He comes to me, cupping my face and kissing my tears. “Don’t cry, Rose.”
I let out a sob and wrap my arms around his neck, and he holds me to him. I wonder how I never knew, because now it feels so obvious. The way he speaks, holds me, looks at me.
“I’ve loved you since I was sixteen years old,” I cry, burying my face in his shoulder.
“I know,” he whispers. “And I’m sorry I never came back. You were so angry with me, and I didn’t think it was fair for me to keep so much of myself from you. You needed more, and I was terrified to let you down.”
I pull away from the hug, and my tears won’t stop falling. I hold his face, and I see the boy I loved, the man I’ll always love. “You could never let me down, Odin.”
He smiles. “God, I hate that nickname.”
I laugh and wipe my eyes, and he rests his forehead against mine.
As we stand in the dim kitchen light of our home, I recount the moments in my life and how each brother saved me in their own way. Yale held my hand. Xavier made me fall in love under a colorful sky. Zayden broke a cycle of abuse that might have killed me.
I love them. Fiercely, passionately, with every fiber of my being.
“I can’t wait to have forever with you,” I whisper, closing my eyes.
Yale Silver kisses me, and smiles against my lips. “Good. Because it’s already started.”