by Stasia Black
NO.
So now here he stood with his wedding night in front of him… and he’d be sharing the woman he’d just married with four other men…
His hands clenched into fists.
“Something the problem there, champ?” Garrett asked, staring pointedly down at Eric’s fisted hands. “Cause if you cause any trouble for my wife, I’m gonna have to make trouble for you.”
Eric narrowed his eyes. “Oh, so this is the part where you try to scare me with your strong-arm tactics? Because I don’t intimidate easy.”
Garrett smirked. “Oh you think I need to intimidate you? That’s cute. How about I just bash your fucking face in? You can’t screw shit up if you’re unconscious, now can you?”
Eric had about a hundred comebacks to that. What redeeming qualities Drea saw in this dumb ape, Eric had no clue.
But he was currently struck speechless, because Drea had stepped out from the curtain.
And apparently the ‘something comfortable’ she’d been changing into was her birthday suit, because there she stood, naked as the day she was born and so fucking beautiful it was a battle for which hurt worse—Eric’s heart or his ever-hardening cock.
“Holy shit,” Jonathan swore. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” On this at least, Eric could agree with the newcomer.
Drea had the slightest little coy smile on her face. She certainly wasn’t shy. Her shoulders were back, breasts boldly bared, and her gaze was direct as she looked from one man to the next. Eric couldn’t help holding his breath as her eyes came to him.
But when they did, he frowned. Something was missing. Some spark. It was like she was operating on autopilot.
She didn’t say a word as she walked forward, headed straight to Garrett, and went up on tiptoes to kiss him.
His arms wrapped around her clumsily as he kissed her back.
He only got several seconds though, because no sooner had he drawn Drea against him than she was pulling away again.
She turned to Jonathan next. First she reached for his hand and lifted it to her breast. Even from where he stood halfway across the room, Eric could see the man’s hand shaking. He was young, maybe twenty-five. How much experience with women had he had before The Fall, if any? Unless he visited the capitol whores in Fort Worth, this could very likely be the first time he’d touched a woman this way.
Jonathan squeezed her breast and her hand dropped to the front of his pants. He groaned as he wrapped a hand around her naked back, devouring her lips.
Eric’s fists clenched so hard he knew his nails were breaking skin. He was just supposed to stand here and watch while— while she—
That was it. Hypocrite or not, Eric couldn’t stand to watch anymore of this. He turned, ready to leave.
“Not sure you want to do that, friend,” said David by the exit, arms crossed like he was standing sentry.
Eric just glared at him.
He reached for the curtain, not able to bear the noises behind him for another goddamn second when the General spoke again.
“I think she might need you tonight.”
Eric swung around, ready to give the bastard a piece of his mind when he caught sight of Drea again.
Jonathan was squeezing her breast experimentally, eyes wide with awe.
Jesus but Eric wanted to rip the man’s hand away from her. He wanted to storm over there and sweep her into his arms. He wanted to yell that she was his and no one else’s. He wanted to shove everyone out and yank the curtain shut in their faces. He wanted to look Drea in the eye and demand that she see him. Really see him. To stop whatever act she was putting on.
He blinked, looking closer. That’s when he saw, or at least started paying attention to what might have had David pausing.
Her face was all wrong. That smile. The slight stiffness to her actions. He didn’t think it was a game, precisely. Drea didn’t play games. Not like this. She hadn’t invited these men into her clan to hurt Eric or the others. At least not on purpose, he didn’t think.
As he watched her move away from Jonathan and turn to Billy, that goddamned plastic smile still plastered on her face, he became even more convinced of it.
Jesus, here she was, completely naked, inviting them into her blankets—inviting them into her body—but it was all smoke and mirrors.
All of this was to push them away.
That moment earlier in the tunnels when he’d held her and she’d clung back. They’d been in a quiet bubble together for what felt like a lifetime even though it was only minutes. But they’d connected. Real connection. Eric had felt it and he knew she had too.
And how did she respond? By going and inviting more men into the clan—at least in part to drive Eric away. It had almost worked. Eric had almost let himself be alienated.
Jesus Christ, was she that terrified of intimacy?
How is that a fucking surprise, jackass?
He had no idea what her life had been like before he met her, but he sure as shit knew where Nix and the others said they’d found her. Locked in a closet beaten all to hell, abused and tortured for who knew how long.
Even the thought was like a spear through Eric’s guts. It wasn’t something he’d even let himself dwell on much before, it made him simultaneously sick and murderous feeling.
And before that? She’d obviously grown up in the Black Skulls MC. And the things she knew how to do? The person she was?
Eric shook his head. He’d bet a hundred to one odds her damage had started long before the Fall.
She’d dragged Garrett down to the floor where they’d piled their blankets, then she got on her hands and knees. She took Garrett’s cock in her mouth while swinging her ass invitingly toward Billy. It was the opposite of how she’d taken them the first time, when she’d blown Billy while Garrett fucked her from behind.
Her mouth made a loud pop noise as she came off Garrett’s cock and turned to Jonathan who was still standing, staring down with eyes wide and a hand stroking his cock through his fatigues.
“I like that,” Drea said in a voice that sounded nothing like herself. “Take it out and touch yourself while you watch. It’ll be your turn next.”
Eric narrowed his eyes. This was what she was going to make of her wedding night? This fucking farce? Her playing at being some goddamned pre-Fall porn star?
No.
That wasn’t happening. Eric wouldn’t let it.
He marched across the small space of the cavern, right up beside where Drea had Garrett in her mouth, opposite where Jonathan stood. Then he crouched down and Drea’s eyes shot his direction, briefly clouding with confusion, no doubt at his close proximity.
He got down on his knees and leaned in to whisper in her ear, not missing her slight flinch. Fuck. He’d been an ass today. Getting jealous instead of focusing on what she needed. Did she think he was going to be nasty to her now, right when she was so vulnerable. God, didn’t she know him better than that?
All he could do was make it up to her now. To show her the man he could be, if she’d just give him that chance. To show her he could be as brave as she was.
“Look up at Garrett, baby,” Eric whispered in her ear, teasing just the tip of his tongue out to lick along the bottom of her lobe. “Look at what you’re doing to him.”
Eric pulled back just long enough to see her glance up Garrett’s body. Garrett’s worshipful gaze was locked on Drea, just as Eric knew it would be.
Eric leaned back in. “He loves you.”
Drea’s breath sucked in at his words and he pressed on. “Give him everything you have, baby. Not just a slice of you. Give him everything. Worship that cock in your mouth like it’s the last thing you’ll ever taste on this earth.”
Drea’s suction increased around Garrett’s shaft. Eric could tell because every time she pulled off there was a loud pop noise.
“That’s right, baby,” Eric encouraged. “Now pump the bottom of his shaft with your hand and bob up and down right over the t
op ridge of his head. Lips over your teeth. Oh fuck, that’s right. Don’t be afraid to get messy with it. Goddamn you’re so fucking hot, Drea baby.”
Drea’s eyes came back to his. The confusion had been replaced by lust. This was turning her on. Way the fuck on if her expression was any indication.
Eric leaned in and kissed down her shoulder, needing the contact. Because as much as he wanted this for her, Jesus, he needed it too. The connection. The intimacy. Not to mention his cock was hard as granite and if he didn’t touch her he felt like he’d fucking die.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, grasping one full breast in his hand before teasing the nipple between his forefinger and thumb.
She groaned around Garrett’s cock and Garrett swore. Eric kissed down Drea’s shoulder blade.
Even as he did, he saw Billy grasp her hips and knew he was finally about to penetrate her. Eric tweaked and released Drea’s nipple, tweaked and released, helping to ensure she’d be turned on and fully lubricated for Billy.
Drea’s pleasured moan when Billy entered her told Eric that they were all doing their job. Eric trailed his good hand underneath her body from her breast to her belly, and finally to her sex.
If he thought she’d moaned earlier when he was at her breast it was nothing to the ecstatic noise she let out when he finally made contact with her clit.
Eric felt Billy’s cock moving in and out of her but he focused on that swollen bud at the top of her sex, at first circling gently, teasing, teasing. He wanted to drive her crazy. He wanted her out of her mind. Out of that constantly calculating head of hers. He wanted her to give herself over to them.
“Oh shit, honey,” Garrett gasped, and Eric looked over at him. “I’m gonna—” He was trying to pull back from Drea’s mouth but she lifted one hand to his ass, holding him in place, and sucked him even more fervently. Down her fucking throat. Jesus Christ. She was the sexiest thing Eric had ever witnessed or even imagined.
Garrett let out a strangled cry, one hand dropped loosely to the top of Drea’s head as his hips thrust forward, all but flush with her pink lips.
Eric imagined the cum pumping down her throat and he couldn’t help moving his hand to the front of his own jeans. Jesus fucking Christ. He wouldn’t come without his cock inside her, but she was gonna make it damn hard, wasn’t she? Hard being the operative word.
Garrett finally slipped out of her mouth and then all but crashed to his knees. He cupped Drea’s face in his hands and kissed her.
Eric stopped teasing at her clit and rubbed her in earnest. He didn’t want Drea pulling back now. She needed to give Garrett all of herself when her impulse would be to try to insert distance after the intimacy they’d just shared. Eric couldn’t let that happen.
If she was crazy with lust then maybe her barriers would finally be down far enough to let them warm up the heart she’d let go cold for so many years out of self-preservation.
So Eric withdrew his hand from her drenched sex, but only for a moment so he could lay down on his back and wriggle sideways underneath her heaving body. His broken arm was jostled as he went but he didn’t care.
Then he returned his hand to her clit and while lifting up to suck on her breasts, first one and then the other.
Jesus it was heaven to have her flesh in his mouth. Her nipples were beaded into hard little nubs and he grazed his teeth along them, which made her breath catch. He could tell because her chest moved suddenly with her gasps. Fuck but he loved being this close to her.
He could see himself could become addicted to her body. Drunk on her. Jesus, he already was and he’d only made love to her the one time.
Suddenly her chest began heaving more rapidly than ever and Eric heard her needy gasps rising in pitch as she kissed Garrett.
Oh shit, she was about to come. Eric didn’t know if it was a clitoral orgasm or if Billy was hitting her G-spot or hell, maybe both, but he focused in on exactly what he was doing with his fingers. And yep, when he moved his fingers just the right way, circling and then pressing, circling and pressing, the little squeals she let out increased in pitch. Higher and higher.
Oh Jesus she was intoxicating. He sucked harder on her nipple, swirling and pressing, then just pressing and moving back and forth the tiniest bit until her scream was a howl muted only by Garrett’s cock gagging her.
Eric had made her come. He’d made her come. Jesus he’d never felt like such a fucking god.
He wanted more. He wanted everything.
Which meant he had to prove to her all that this marriage could be. What it needed to be, had to be. Because Jesus he needed this, needed her.
He’d lived his whole adult life in service of others—first his country and then his daughter and Jacob’s Well. And it was good, it was right that he had. But Sophia was grown now and maybe it was his turn.
Maybe it was finally time to live for himself. It felt blasphemous even as he thought it. But he also knew, deep down to his soul, it was what he wanted more than anything else in the world.
Because it was Drea. It meant having Drea. And that was worth everything.
Eric felt overwhelmed with emotion as he scooted out from under Drea. Part of him wanted to distance himself from such a powerful emotional response to her—but Jesus, that was hypocritical considering that was exactly what he was trying to keep her from doing. Would he be a coward when he was asking her to be strong and face the intimacy that scared her?
No. He’d faced down enemy insurgents. Survived his wife dying. Fought in the War for Independence. Created a stable Territory amid mobs and riots. He could face his own goddamned fears here.
So he pulled away from Drea, but only so he could reposition himself back at her ear. “Now give it to Billy, baby. Look over your shoulder at him. He’s dying for you. Give him what you just gave Garrett.”
Garrett obviously heard and, to his credit, he withdrew after one last, lingering kiss. And then Drea did what Eric said. She craned her neck over her shoulder to look at Billy.
Which Eric could tell Billy was over the moon about. Maybe he’d been feeling left out. Because as soon as Drea turned to look at him, his pace immediately picked up, his hands gripping her hips even more firmly.
“Kiss your wife,” Eric ordered Billy and Billy was only too happy to comply.
Billy leaned over her back and kissed her, all the while pumping his hips back and forth, his cock sliding in and out.
He must have already been primed from all that had happened and Drea clenching on his cock when she’d come moments before. Because it didn’t take long before Billy was grunting, one arm around her waist, body all but cemented to her back, coming as they kissed fervently.
They continued kissing for several moments afterwards before Billy slid off to the side, breathing hard like he’d just run for miles. He didn’t close his eyes though or drop off to sleep. No, he kept them on Drea, his expression similar to Garrett’s. He worshipped Drea. Maybe already loved her even though he’d only known her a little over a week.
Eric understood the impulse—a realization that made him blink in surprise as soon as he had the thought.
But he pushed that away and beckoned Jonathan and David close, urging them down to the blanket pallet. All the while pulling Drea into his arms as finally, finally, he got to taste those berry lips of hers.
“So,” kiss, “fucking,” kiss, “beautiful.” And then he kissed her so deep no more words were possible for several long minutes.
But finally, reluctantly, he pulled away. He had a plan and he wouldn’t let it be derailed, even by the most luscious mouth on God’s green earth.
“Jonathan,” Eric turned to the other man. “Sit like this.” He instructed Jonathan to sit with his legs crossed.
“Drea.” He held out a hand for her.
Her eyes were wide, watchful. Her usual sarcastic, badass demeanor was MIA. She was stripped down and he didn’t just mean on the outside. They were getting to see her at her most vulnerable a
nd Jesus but Eric knew what a privilege it was. And what a responsibility.
She was actually giving Eric the reins and he could not fuck this up. Together, he and the other husbands were busting through her iron walls and Eric intended to imprint there so deep she’d never get him out. Never get any of them out.
Because as much as Eric had first hated the idea of more than just him and Drea in the marriage, the more he thought on it… the world they lived in now, there was no certainty any of them would live past tomorrow. And if something happened to him, wouldn’t he want to know that Drea would have four other family members to still be there for her? The thought of her being alone again, Jesus, Eric couldn’t stomach it.
So after Eric helped Drea climb on top of Jonathan’s lap and then turned and beckoned David close, it was without any of the animosity Eric had felt earlier.
Because Eric was with Drea even here. She wasn’t off in some dark room having relations without him. There were no lies, no secrets. He was here every step of the way.
“Sink down on him, baby,” Eric coached Drea. “Reach down and guide his cock inside you.”
The look on Jonathan’s face was a sort of terrified wonder as Drea reached down between them.
“David,” Eric said. “Sit down behind her. Keep her warm. Touch her.”
David’s eyes were watchful, cautious. But he did as Eric instructed. Something which probably went against the grain for a man used to being in charge. He still did it, though, without any balking.
Jonathan coughed out a pleasured cry, no doubt as he entered Drea’s tight, slick little hole, and Eric’s cock pulsed as he ran a hand down her spine, clenching her ass in his hands one last time before moving to make way for David.
Chapter Twenty-Three
DAVID
David swallowed hard as he crouched down behind Drea. She had her legs wrapped around Jonathan’s back. Jonathan’s legs were folded beneath her and he leaned back on his hands, face mesmerized as he watched her writhing on top of him.
