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THEA
I’m a changed woman. I stare at myself in the mirror and I might look the same, mostly, but there are subtle changes I can see.
My shoulders are pushed back and I hold my head a little higher these days. A new level of confidence has settled over me. My skin glows and there’s a permanent sparkle in my eyes. Well, maybe that’s taking it too far, although I feel better than I have in years.
Then, there are the not-so-subtle things.
I glance down at my wrists. The red imprints have faded since last week. However, my skin was rubbed raw in a couple of areas and I’m still healing. Damian was pissed when he untied me—at himself, of course. He chastised himself for being impatient and for not using his own higher quality ropes.
We had a long talk about whether I liked what we did and when I told him I did, he explained that there were rules we’d need to follow next time—for safety reasons.
I’m finally able to sit down after both the paddle and Damian’s hand. While the lingering pain is uncomfortable, there’s also another feeling I can’t quite pinpoint. Every lovely ache is a reminder of our first time together.
Then there are the marks from Wes—bruises from him gripping my thighs, scratches down my back, and bite marks on my shoulders, legs, breasts, and ass. These little imprints of our adventures bring me a strange kind of joy.
A year ago, hell, a few months ago, I would have felt ashamed of the life I’m living now. Until a few days ago, I was questioning my sanity at the things I’ve found myself craving.
I’m fucking four hot men and my body is marked up in ways that would make most people blush. Technically, I’m also a kept woman. During these last two months, I haven’t paid for very much. My only contribution is my body. I should feel dirty, but I can’t muster it.
I feel liberated.
Maybe that’s why when my mom texted me early this morning, I didn’t hesitate to let her know exactly how I feel.
Mother: Theadora Noelle Griffin. I haven’t heard from you in weeks. Call me. - Mom
Me: Yes, you’re right. I haven’t spoken to you in weeks because the last time you reached out, you asked about Gavin. My ex, who cheated and put his hands on me. I have no interest in talking to you since my wellbeing isn’t a concern of yours.
I thought I’d regret sending it after a few minutes, yet the more I think about it, the more I wish I’d done it sooner. So far, no reply. And I’m fine with that.
Clipping my hair up messily, I spritz the new perfume Damian bought me over my skin, then head upstairs.
Cole and Sutton are standing around the island, discussing something important by the looks on their faces. Cole scribbles on a piece of paper as he shakes his head.
“Good morning.” Their heads turn in my direction simultaneously. I get a different look from each of them.
Sutton is all seduction as he licks his lips, giving me a glimpse of those tongue piercings. Cole gazes at me sweetly, like he wants to sweep me up in a hug.
“Good morning, beautiful,” Sutton calls out. He rakes his gaze up my bare legs, up to my black biker shorts and over my matching sports bra. His eyes linger on my chest. As respectful as Sutton is, he’s still a man and the desire in his eyes right now makes me want to drag him down to my room. “Do you know how good you look in all black?”
I laugh and shove his shoulder as he comes towards me. “Just need some ink,” he says, embracing me. “Here and here.” His fingers skate up my arm.
“No, she doesn’t. She’s perfect the way she is,” Cole interjects, giving Sutton a glare.
“I wouldn’t mind a few more tattoos,” I admit. I’ve always been interested, but never had a specific design in mind. The crown on my hip was spontaneous and more of an act of rebellion. Sutton throws Cole a satisfied smirk, which gets him an eye roll from his brother.
My gaze lands on the paper that Cole is jotting things down on. “What’s that for?”
“Our annual summer barbecue. We invite all our friends for food, drinks, swimming, and all kinds of debauchery,” Sutton explains.
“By debauchery, he means throwing darts, dancing, and beer pong. Cups.” Cole writes the word down on his list. “We’ve made a few changes, mostly in the way of food. Gluten-free everything.”
“Oh, no. That’s a bad idea.” I cringe, imagining it. “No one will show up to your next one,” I laugh. “Do whatever you normally would. I’m good.”
Cole’s brows pull together. “Love, it’s really not a problem. I’m happy to do it.”
Not wanting to argue, I thank him. I hate that they’ve had to rearrange their eating habits because of me. I’d hate to subject their guests to the same thing.
“Oh, before I forget. Invite Cassie and Anthony.” Sutton adds, “It’s next Friday.”
I smile at him. “Thank you for thinking of them. I’m sure they’d love to come.”
Pulling Sutton in closer, I wrap my arms around his back and place my ear against his chest, listening to that beautiful heartbeat for a moment.
Sutton kisses my neck, then my shoulder. “God, you smell so fucking good.” He pauses and runs his fingers over a particular spot. “Looks like Wes got a little rough last night, huh?”
I pull away from his chest, biting my lip and staring up at him. I nod.
“Poor thing. Do you need some Sutton time tonight? I can make you feel real good, baby.” His words send heat straight to my core. I lean in and kiss him, taking his bottom lip between my teeth.
“Yes, please,” I murmur as I pull away.
Sutton smiles and squeezes me tighter. “Well, since you asked so nicely.” I shove him backwards.
“You offered,” I counter. Turning to Cole, I notice he’s staring at us, looking a little hurt.
Immediately, I feel an ache in my chest. I’ve realized that Cole is the sensitive one in the group. I’m still learning each of them and need to get better at giving him more attention. He needs it more than the others.
Sutton comes up behind me and whispers loud enough for Cole to hear. “I think he wants some love.” He rolls his eyes, assuming that his brother’s teasing him.
Wrapping his arms around me, Sutton pulls me around the island where Cole is sitting on a stool. Pushing me between his spread legs, he nudges Cole and me closer until we’re face to face. Sutton wasn’t mocking him. He wants me to give his brother some attention.
Running my hands up Cole’s sculpted chest, I take his face in my hands and bring his mouth to mine. He doesn’t resist. His hands rest on my hips, pulling me closer.
Cole kisses me sweetly, but it’s me who deepens it. My hands fall down to his lap and I run them over his thighs. He groans into my mouth and it takes all of my control to keep them where they are. I don’t want him to think that I’m only interested in sex.
Clearly that isn’t a concern of his as his fingers grip the backs of my thighs just under my ass. I can feel the intent of his touch. Desire pools between my legs.
Behind me, Sutton’s pushing into me and I can feel his cock come to life. His hands slip under my top and he palms my tits.
Brushing his thumbs over my hardened nipples, I break my kiss with Cole to rest my head on Sutton’s shoulder.
Cole kisses down my neck, tightening his grip. He pulls away, taking a hand with him. I open my eyes to see him leaning back in his chair. He’s palming his cock through his jeans. I meet his intense gaze. I want them both, right here, right now.
SUTTON
I don’t need Thea to tell me what she wants. I can sense it and I’m not one to deny her.
Freeing my hands from beneath her top, I pull it over her head and toss it onto the island. From behind, I have the perfect view of peering down over her shoulder. Her tits are amazing. I’ll never get over how beautiful Thea is, inside and out.
My hands cup her as I kiss down her neck and across her shoulder. Her scent is intoxicating, both the vanilla mixed with the perfume Damian bought her.
Glancing at Cole, I give him a look that tells him exactly what we’re going to do. He nods in agreement and starts undoing his pants. I do the same. Thea doesn’t need any direction from us. She pulls her shorts off.
“Damn, baby.” My hands run over her round ass, making my cock desperate for her attention.
Cole steps up to her, taking the lead. I watch as he kisses Thea, his hand dipping between her legs. Her moans as he plays with her pussy have me stroking myself. We’ve only done this once before, so it’ll take some maneuvering to get it right. And hopefully Thea’s up for what we have in mind.
Thea steps away from Cole, dropping to her knees between us. Oh, fuck…is she—She wraps her mouth around Cole, pushing him all the way to the end of her throat before pulling away and coming to me. She slides my cock between her full pink lips while her hand strokes Cole. “Christ, Thea,” I moan out. It should be illegal for anyone to be this good at what she’s doing.
I hate to do it, but if she keeps this up, I’m going to come much sooner than I’d like. So I pull away from her mouth, grab her arm and force her to stand.
Cole drags her close to him, then hooks an arm beneath her knee, lifting it to give us both better access to her. He needs to go first. I’m not even sure if she’ll be okay with what I want to do. We’ll have to ease her in. I watch as my brother guides his stiff cock to her entrance and pushes inside of her.
“Oh, Cole,” Thea whimpers as he thrusts in gently. “Harder, please,” she begs. I chuckle at her impatience. She’s going to have to wait a bit longer for that.
I trail my fingers over her ass, wondering if she’s ever been fucked like that before or if I’ll be the first. I’m not sure which I’d prefer—each has their perks. Either way, I’m going to need a shit ton of lube. Looking around, I try to get creative, not wanting to disappear downstairs and miss anything.
My gaze slides to the cabinet next to the stove. Maybe… I slip away from Cole and Thea to check. Opening it up, I spot what I was hoping for. Coconut oil. Grabbing it, I rejoin them. Slipping my fingers into the jar, I coat them generously before returning to Thea’s ass.
The wetness of the oil draws her attention to me as I slide my hand between her cheeks. “Sutton?”
Pulling her mouth to mine, I kiss her and press my fingers against her tight hole, making her gasp. “I want to fuck you here, baby. I want Cole and I to fuck you at the same time.” I watch her throat bob as she swallows and her eyes go wide. If she says no, that’s alright, however, I really hope she says yes.
“Okay…just go slow.”
I kiss her again and promise, “Of course. Tell me to stop if it’s too much.” She nods.
Circling her with my slick finger, I press into her until I slip inside. Thea’s breathing speeds up momentarily at the new sensation. “That’s it, baby. You’re doing so good. How does it feel?” I ask as I gently move my finger in and out of her.
Her head falls back onto my shoulder. “There’s a lot of pressure…but it’s good,” she pants out.
Cole thrusts into her hard, making her bite her lip in pleasure. I wait for him to pull out before slipping a second finger into her ass. Cole slams into her, distracting her from any discomfort I might be causing by stretching her out. I let him fuck her for a minute before I fuck her with my fingers.
It’s not long before she’s moaning loudly and arching her ass into me, wanting more. I can’t wait anymore. I pull out of her, making her whimper in disappointment. I’m quick to scoop out a handful of the oil and slather my dick.
Spreading her cheeks, I guide myself into her, slowly pushing the tip of myself in. Thea’s entire body tenses, although Cole handles her perfectly.
“Hey.” He pulls her attention back to him. “Take a deep breath. Relax your body. It’ll help.” She does as he says and I’m able to slip in a little farther. Christ, she’s so fucking tight. “Breath. Relax. Breath.” Cole walks her through it until I’m all the way in. I give her a few minutes to get used to the stretch.
My fingers trace over her back, up her neck, and into her dark waves. I grip her gently, tilting her neck to kiss it. With each one, I feel the tenseness leave her body. Cole does too because he resumes thrusting into her.
I can feel him as he moves in and out. I’d be lying if I said it didn’t feel so fucking amazing. After a few minutes, I can’t help it—I have to fuck her, too.
“Oh God. Oh God,” Thea cries out.
“We can stop if you want us to, baby.” I grate out. I don’t want to stop. It feels too damn good. But I will if she needs us to.
She glances back at me. “You better not,” Thea warns.
That’s all it takes for Cole and I to find the perfect rhythm, pumping in and out of her, the feel of our cocks nearly touching intensifying everything. “Are you close?” I whisper in her ear. I can’t hold off much longer, yet I need her to come first.
Thea doesn’t answer with a yes or no. Instead, her whole body shudders and she’s screaming out as her release slams into her. It’s enough to make me go next as she clenches around me. My hands grip her hips as I bury and spill myself deep inside of her.
Cole keeps thrusting. The sensation has both Thea and I overloaded with sensitivity, holding on for dear life until he finally finds his own release.
We’re all breathless and spent, standing in the kitchen, hardly able to move.
“I love you,” Thea pants out.
Fuck, that was unexpected. I’ve loved her for so long, but hearing those words come from her mouth right now makes my heart stop. “I love you too, Thea.” I kiss over her neck as my fingers trace over her arms.
“God damn it!” The roar tears all of our attention towards Damian’s room. The crash that follows has us scrambling to put our clothes back on. Cole and I are the first ones to make it to Damian.
THEA
The three of us rush into Damian’s room, with me pulling up the rear, finding him bent over his desk, palms planted on it with his chest heaving. His keyboard lies a few feet away from him on the floor, cracked in half. A few stray keys are scattered around it.
I’ll have to deal with this first, then the issue of Sutton thinking I said that I loved him. It was meant for Cole. I didn’t miss the look he gave me when his brother answered instead of him. Of course, I love Sutton, but that wasn’t how I wanted to say it. That’s a problem for a different day.
“Damian?” I tread carefully. He doesn’t move.
Taking a step forward, Sutton stops me. The look of worry on his face makes me trust his judgment. I step back.
“Hey man, what happened? Anything we can help with?” Sutton’s the one who approaches Damian. Cautiously, he stands next to him and places a hand on his back. He relaxes slightly at his brother’s touch.
Damian lets out a breath and straightens. Turning, he stares at us. His face is red and his hair’s a mess. “My computer is overheating. It won’t fucking work. I have shit to do.” I can feel the rage coming off of him.
I glance over at Cole, who’s moved to stare out the window. Shaking my head, I test the waters.
“How can we help?” I ask as I bend down to pick up the pieces of the keyboard. Once I’ve gathered it all, I bring it over to Damian. He takes it from me and his eyes soften a little.
I want to reach out. I want to hug him, although I don’t know if he’ll accept it.
Finally he speaks. “I need to take this whole thing apart, but I don’t have time for that right now. I have a deadline to meet.”
“What about your laptop? Can you use that for now?” Sutton offers.
He runs a hand through his hair. “I guess. It’s not ideal.” I feel the mood lighten. Now is as good a time as ever. I step forward and wrap my arms around Damian, hoping that it comforts him even a little. He hesitates, but returns the embrace.
“I’m sorry,” I murmur against his chest.
He breathes out and his shoulders relax some. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” I hug him tighter. Sutton rubs his brother’s back, helping to release the rest of his tension.
Staring up at Damian, I take his face in my hands. “Get through today. Just push through. We’ll get everything figured out. And tonight, we’ll all watch a movie and eat junk food. Tonight will be better, I promise. But get through today.”
For a moment, I think I see Damian’s eyes water. His throat bobs and he looks away, not wanting me to see this side of him. It hurts my heart, however, I ignore my own selfish pain.
“Okay,” he finally agrees. “Thank you, Thea.” He leans down and kisses my head, pulling me tighter against him.
I want to chalk this up to coincidence. It has to be. There’s no way that Damian’s computer troubles and Wesley’s bad reviews are Gavin’s handy work. Right? I shudder at the thought that it could very well be.