Chapter 37
Charlie
I wake to light kisses being peppered across my neck and a finger gently, lazily, swirling around my clit.
I groan, both at the sensation and the fact that I am being woken up.
Still haven’t gotten used to the idea that this is my life now.
Before Brad I went months and months without any sort of physical contact.
Even while I was with him the contact was bare minimum.
He usually chose to take me from behind.
I would pretend that it was because it was his favourite position, but I think deep down I always knew it was because he didn’t want to look at me.
Sometimes I still worry that one day these guys are going to wake up and decide that they want nothing to do with me, but I’ll happily take all the attention I can get from them while they are offering it.
Even if it’s being offered at the butt crack of dawn.
“I’m sleepy,” I whine, rolling myself over so I can cuddle up to Max’s chest.
“It’s time to get up for work gorgeous,” he tells me with a kiss to my hair. “But I think the boss would let you be a few minutes late if you wanted to come first.”
Max emphasizes his point with another swirl around my clit and I moan. “Okay but if I get punished, you owe me big time.”
I can feel Max’s smirk. “I will have no problem owing you big time if that means I get to spank you.”
“Mmm, spanking.” My still-sleepy voice is muffled by Max’s chest.
I’m rewarded with a light slap to my ass before I’m flipped onto my back and Max spreads my legs wide. He kisses his way down my body and replaces his swirling finger with his tongue.
Okay, now I am awake.
“Oh fuck.”
My hips start rolling of their own accord and it’s not long before Max has me worked into a complete frenzy, panting and moaning his name. It’s only then that Max slides one of his fingers in my pussy, working me slowly. He’s too good at this. It’s unreal.
I come with a shout, grinding my pussy hard into Max’s face while he rides out the waves of my orgasm. When I’m done, he pulls himself back up to meet my face and grins down at me. “Good morning!”
"Good morning indeed,” I whimper happily. I make a feeble attempt to pull at the waistband of Max’s sweatpants so that I might return the favour, but he stops me.
“No time for me this morning gorgeous. Would love to spank you but it would be weird to spank myself if we were late. Go get ready for work and I will meet you downstairs.” Max drops one more peck to my lips and leaves.
“I could spank you if you want!” I shout at his retreating figure and can hear him laugh as he walks down the hallway.
I make my way downstairs after getting showered and dressed to find all the guys in the kitchen, fighting for space while they make breakfast. Andy is at the stove, flipping pancakes next to a heaping pile of already way too many pancakes for four people.
Ben is at the island, chopping strawberries and throwing them into a bowl and Max is pushing between them, trying to get the table set.
“Dude, get the fuck out of the way. Pancake flipping is an art and you’re going to mess me up!” Andy grumbles as Max pushes past him again.
“And I told you dude, Charlie is gonna eat like max 3 pancakes. You’re making way too many.”
“And I’ll bet you both that Charlie is going to try and pull some ‘I’m not hungry’ BS when she gets down here,” Ben mutters, making both the guys chuckle.
“Hey! I am too hungry Benjamin,” I tell him defiantly, then add with a wink to Max, “Especially after how I woke up this morning.”
Max grins broadly at me and I smile back, which makes Andy frown. “You get her all day at work and now you’re taking her mornings too?” Andy whines.
“You could have woken her up too man. Besides, you owe me after the mess you made in the back of my truck!”
“I thought we agreed to let her sleep in until breakfast was ready?” Ben chimes in.
“Yeah, but we agreed to that after I had already woken her up with my tongue,” Max informs them. “Charlie was already in the shower when I came downstairs.”
“Unbelievable,” Andy mutters while placing the last couple pancakes on the overflowing plate.
“We can do a sleepover tonight, Andy, just me and you!” I say to placate him.
Andy smiles at me. “It’s a deal, sweetheart.”
Ben frowns at me, “What about me?”
“What about you?” Andy interjects. “You had her for most of the day yesterday!”
“So? She sleeps in yours and Max’s bed so much that I don’t think she’s ever even slept in her own!”
Ben’s not wrong. Andy and I were in it once, but we did not sleep in it if you know what I mean.
“Boys, are we going to need to create a schedule?” I tease them, plopping myself down in one of the kitchen chairs.
In unison, Ben says no, Andy says yes, and Max says maybe which makes me laugh. “Great, glad we could sort that out. What’s with the huge breakfast this morning anyways? Seems like a lot of work for a Monday morning.”
“We’re just really happy you’re here.” Andy places a gentle kiss on my forehead. He starts piling pancakes on my plate and just like Max guessed, I stop him at three. This causes Max to smirk and Andy to growl which makes me and Ben both laugh.
I add some of the strawberries Ben cut up before pouring maple syrup over my pancakes while everyone else gets situated at the table.
I literally did not have to do anything.
Ben places a fresh cup of coffee in front of me has he sits down, and Max has a glass of water and my vitamins already beside my plate.
Being taken care of like this makes my heart so full. “You guys are too good to me.”
“Anything for you, firefly.” Ben reaches over and gives my wrist a small, reassuring squeeze.
There is a brief silence while we eat, and I take a moment to observe my boys.
Max is very meticulous about how he cuts his pancakes.
Ben forgoes the knife all together, content to use the side of his fork to create haphazard chunks that he takes care to not mush in his beard.
Sweet, wonderful Andy has a very odd technique where he doesn’t cut his pancakes at all.
Instead, he uses his fork to fold the pancakes into quarters and then shoves the whole thing in his mouth.
All three of them are so unique but complement each other so well.
I would consider myself super lucky to have the attention of even just one of them, but being adored by all three of them is something that I don’t think I even would have allowed myself to dream about.
Do I really want to go back to Van in the spring?
Am I really willing to give this all up to chase some dream that I am not even sure I want anymore?
Because really, wasn’t the dream just getting away from the terror I experienced in high school?
These three have shown me, more than once, that they can and will shelter me from my past. Plus, I would get to be closer to my parents.
My mom and I have always been close, but things got a little weird between my dad and I after I moved away.
It would be nice to be able to get back to how we were before.
“So there actually is something we wanted to ask you about. How would you feel about going on a getaway this weekend?” Max asks, breaking me away from my thoughts.
“As long as we can all go. What sort of getaway did you have in mind?”
Max grins. “I have this cabin out in the wilderness. I thought we could go out there, just the four of us and get away from civilization for a bit.”
I snort, which causes Max to raise his eyebrow at me in question. “You do realize this house is, like, completely out of civilization, right? You guys have no neighbours and it’s like a 20-minute drive into town.”
“Yes, but the cabin is beside a lake,” Andy chimes in happily.
“And it’s December. What are we going to do at a lake in December?” I ask
“Ice fishing and maybe some skating,” Ben responds. “But given your proclivity for indoor activities we figured we could all just spend some time together, if you know what I mean.”
I blush slightly. It’s still weird to hear the innuendos coming from Ben’s mouth. “Okay let’s do it. But I won’t be ice skating. I’m terrible at it.”
“Are you kidding me Charlie? I hired you to work at my skating rink and you can’t even skate?” Max asks me mock incredulously.
“I seem to remember you spending most of that interview checking me out, Maximus. If you had thought to ask, I would have told you,” I tease. “But if you wanted to give me some lessons sometime, I wouldn’t say no,” I add with a smile.
“It’s a date, gorgeous.” Max winks at me.
“So, it’s a plan then? We’ll go this weekend?” Andy asks. He seems so excited.
We all nod our agreement and Andy leans in to whisper in my ear. “You are so screwed, sweetheart. In the fun way, I promise.” Which makes me giggle.
We finish up our food and I help the guys clean-up before we get ready to head out for the day. We’re all hovering by the door, waiting for the trucks to heat up before we head into the cold.
“Oh yeah,” Ben says, “Max is going to bring you by the gym after work tonight.”
I immediately tense. Brad used to try and drag me to the gym.
He never succeeded because he went to one of those snobby gyms where everyone is already super fit and there is no way I would be comfortable working out there.
I would always just tell him to come to my place for cardio after.
It took a bit, but eventually he stopped asking.
He claimed it was because he wanted to help me be healthier but, well, I guess I know the truth now.
Ben notices my unease and wraps his arm around my shoulders. “I just want to show you some self-defence moves. Max is gonna help. Nothing crazy, I promise.”
I relax a little and look over at Andy. “Are you going to be there?”
He shakes his head. “I’ll be working, but I’m going to try and swing by at the end if I can finish up early.”
I try to hide my disappointment. We haven’t really had a chance to do anything fun together since Ben and I got closer.
Andy pushes past Ben to murmur in my ear, “Don’t worry sweetheart. We’re totally open to a four-way but I'll be damned if it happens in a sweaty, gross gym.” He plants a quick kiss on my lips and shouts behind him as he leaves the house, “See y’all later!”
Ben gives me a quick kiss too before dropping his arm from my shoulder. “I’ll see you tonight firefly,” and he’s out the door too leaving just Max and I in the foyer.
“Shall we head out, gorgeous?” Max asks, holding his arm out to me.
I take it and we rush out to the warm truck together.
Thank God for heated seats. Max puts some of his music on and we start driving.
I stare out the window, watching all the frosted trees fly past us.
It’s so peaceful up here. I happen to glance in the mirror and see a green car driving behind us that looks oddly familiar.
It’s not totally unheard of to see other people on the road out here, but especially at this time of day it’s a little weird. Usually, we’re alone.
“So Charlie, what do you want to get up to on our getaway this weekend?” Max asks slyly.
“Oh, I think you know,” I tease.
“Well, I know what I want to do. But I would love to hear the words coming out of that pretty little mouth of yours.”
“Well, if I have my way, my mouth will be too full of cock to be doing much talking,” I say matter-of-factly. It has the desired effect though, as Max sputters slightly while I grin mischievously at him.
“Besides,” I add, “We both know you’re the king of dirty talk.”
“Not Andy or Ben?”
“Nope. Definitely you,” I tell him.
“Well in that case. Let me tell you about all the things I want the three of us to do to you this weekend.” Max starts listing off some dirty but insanely fun sounding activities, succeeding in making me unreasonably horny for 8:00 AM and driving thoughts of anything other than spending time with my boys right out of my head.