by Krista Wolf
And they belonged to me. Monogamy between our tight-knit little group was a requirement, which meant each of my boyfriends only got a single partner… me.
For that reason alone, I had to make it good for them.
On the other hand, I was lucky enough to have four. Four strong bodies, four thick cocks attached to amazing, incredible men. They weren’t always there at once of course, but when they were…
“You ever get a hummer in a Hummer?”
I undid my lover’s buckle. Pulled down his zipper.
“Can’t say that I have.”
I buried my face in his neck, still stroking him. Kissing my way upward, until my lips were against his ear.
“Well you’re about to,” I whispered.
I licked my lips and went down on him, feeling amazing and powerful as I took him deep into my throat. I could feel him growing hard in my mouth. And his hand — the one not on the steering wheel — finding its way into my hair.
“Holy fuck…”
I sucked harder as we rolled on, stroking him up from the base. Keeping my lips sealed tightly around his shaft as I continued blowing him. I wondered how many miles we had to go. Whether or not I could get him off before we reached the driveway.
“Sammara…”
He hissed my name loudly in the silence of the big cab. Up and down I went, rotating my head in slow, gentle circles. Who was it who liked that? Kyle? Ryan? Someone sure did. Damn, it was so hard to remember.
Having four boyfriends…
Four lovers…
“Either I’m gonna come, or I’m gonna crash.”
His voice was tight now. Choked with lust… and restraint. I pulled him from my mouth just long enough to speak.
“Let’s make sure it’s the former?”
He chuckled grimly, and a minute later he was shooting his hot load down my throat.
“UNGHHH! Oh…. Fuck!”
My lover thrust his hips upward, desperately screwing himself deeper into my face. I took him as far as I could go, using one hand to pump him dry while rolling his balls in the other.
He came for a long while, spasming over and over against my tongue. Dutifully I swallowed it all, savoring the salty-sweet taste of him for the first time.
The first of many, many times.
“My God,” he gasped. “You’re a demon, Sammara. You’re a fucking succubus, or—”
“Yeah yeah,” I said, wiping my lips. I looked up, and we were just about riding the shoulder. “Hey don’t crash now,” I said, grabbing the wheel. Jokingly I eased us back over. “That would be counterproductive.”
Eventually we got home. Lounged around. Watched some shows without really watching them, until Briggs abruptly picked me up and threw me over his shoulder.
“This is Dakota’s move, you know that?”
“Yeah yeah,” he teased.
He carried me up to his bed — the one place in the house I’d never been — where he proceeded to strip me down and spread me out across the cool surface of his sheets. In the moonlit darkness he pushed my thighs apart. I watched in awe as he slowly lowered his chin between my legs… and then buried his face in my dripping pussy.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhh…”
He went slow. Incredibly, agonizingly slow. First he kissed every square inch of my skin, from one thigh to the other, prying me open gently to plant soft kisses against the sensitive nub of my tiny pink clit.
I pulled on him, but he wouldn’t budge. Tried thrusting myself into his face, but he only moved back.
He was taking me at his own pace. Eating me delicately, increasing in touch and tempo, in depth of penetration with both his fingers and tongue. Each passing moment brought me closer to the brink. Each kiss, suck, or lick was a little bit more forceful or deeper or penetrating than the last.
“Oh fuck me…” I groaned, squeezing his hair so hard my fingers hurt. “Please… please make me… make me…”
Briggs continued working me over, sliding his tongue up and down. His fingers were absolute magic. They had a life all their own, and once they penetrated the sanctity of my depths it was like they never stopped moving, never stopped churning inside me.
“Please Briggs…”
I was begging now. And I wasn’t past begging. Not after what he was putting me through.
“Please… I made you come so fast! Why are you torturing me like—”
My sentence ended in a gasp as he drove three hard fingers deep inside me! It felt amazing. So fucking good! At the same time he flicked my clit back and forth, left to right, with the tip of his tongue.
“I— I—”
Then he shoved… burying his fingers so breathtakingly deep they scratched that wonderful, beautiful itch. It triggered me all at once, sending a flood of warm honey splashing all over his face…
“MMMMmmMMMMmmmMMMMMmmm!”
My whole body vibrated with my release. I came in waves, each one stronger than the last. They built to a crescendo of pure white light — a brilliant nirvana so wonderful, so life-altering, I almost cried as he started kissing me again.
We made love after that, which was exactly the word for it. I held Brigg’s face in my hands as he pushed into me, kissing him over and over a million times as he gently rocked inside me. It went on for hours. Days. Weeks. Or at least it seemed that way. We screwed hotly beneath the blankets, as connected as two people could possibly be. And not just physically or emotionally, but spiritually too.
Eventually even that rose to an intensity and speed where I was moaning and gasping and clawing at his back. Briggs cried my name again — this time while spending himself inside me — and I welcomed every throb, every spurt, every drop of himself that he put into me.
Sleep came almost instantly, and this time we didn’t wake for a second or third time. The first time was enough, and I was content to just lay there holding him, filled with his warmth. Briggs woke only once near dawn, crying out like before, only this time not as loudly or frantically. I rocked him with my body until his cries became murmurs, and eventually his eyes fluttered open to find mine.
“Briggs, it’s okay,” I smiled down at him. “It’s just a dream.”
He nuzzled into me protectively, his scruff scratching my skin.
“It is a dream,” he murmured, half awake. “And please. Call me by my name.”
I perked up, waiting, listening, wondering if he’d drifted off. And then:
“Call me Jason.”
Forty-Nine
SAMMARA
For the next few days, Jason and I welcomed spring.
We walked the lake — something I didn’t get to do that much before the snows came. The paths and trails surrounding the property were very beautiful. I could see which ones were newer, and which had been used decades or even centuries ago, by people long since gone.
Even better, I learned more about Jason Briggs. I found out he loved the outdoors. That he was raised in the mountains, and was used by the Army primarily to conquer and thrive in that type of terrain.
Though he didn’t speak of his service in specifics, he told me a ton of stories that made me laugh. Most of them were about Kyle and Dakota, and a few that dealt with Ryan as well. Everything about him seemed real. Genuine. Unfiltered.
It was the unfiltered part I really liked.
Best of all, he seemed to enjoy me. This was something I’d been worried to death about, ever since getting along so well with my other three boyfriends. That somehow, if the dark and elusive ‘Briggs’ and I didn’t hit it off, I’d be back to square one… and single all over again.
And how in the world would you go back to normal dating after something like this?
It was a fair question. The answer, right now at least, was that I didn’t think I could.
You’re spoiled, Sammara. You have four men at your beck and call. You haven’t had to work for months, or pay a bill, or—
Sitting out behind the house, working on my design for the garden, I shook away the train
of thought. That part was upsetting. I had no real plan; no next step for my future other than to spend it with these four great guys who cared so much about me. So much that they were willing to share me with one another. So much that they’d offered to take care of me too.
Take care you? Yeah, right.
Once again I agreed with the cynical voice calling me out. The last thing I wanted was to be taken care of. No, I wanted to work. To make my own way, and do the things I loved. To tell my boyfriends that as much as I was growing to adore them, I’d never accept a free ride.
And then there was Dawn. Every time she came to mind I shoved her out of my head. The wounds were still too fresh. The destruction of our recent business, too painful.
“Hey beautiful! Get in here.”
Jason called me in from the kitchen. I put down my pencil and went, to find him standing there arms outstretched.
I went to him, and his embrace drove everything else away. It was like that between us. Somehow, just the feel of his arms around me made everything better. And I knew, from sleeping beside him — and staving off his nightmares — that I did the same for him.
“You’re amazing, you know that?”
I nuzzled my way into his broad, hard chest. Right now, it was my favorite place in the world.
“I’ve been told.”
“Have you? By the others?”
I shrugged. I had, really. There was no use denying it.
“By all of you,” I said. “You’ve all made me feel at home here. Made me feel loved. Made me—”
“You’re a little too good though,” he interrupted. “So good, in fact, I think I might want you all to myself.”
I stiffened a bit at the words. Was he getting jealous? Did he really mean that?
“Yup,” he confirmed, talking more to himself. “I think I’m gonna keep you. I’m going to whisk you away like a princess to some beautiful ivory tower, where I can have you all to myself.”
A deep laugh came from behind us. I whirled.
“Not if I can help it.”
I looked… and the man in the kitchen doorway was staring at Jason. Jason was staring back at him too, the both of them grinning.
“RYAN!”
Jason mercifully released me, and I threw myself into Ryan’s arms. It felt equally amazing. Even better maybe, because he’d been gone a month. I missed him! Missed him the same way I missed the others! And falling back in his arms felt so right. Like he’d been here the whole time. Like he’d never left.
“Damn,” Jason joked. “You should’ve let me go on a little longer. I wanted to see her reaction.”
Ryan chuckled. “Sorry, couldn’t wait.”
He leaned down and kissed me, and my whole world went warm and beautiful. It was the kiss of two lovers at an airport. The kiss of people who hadn’t seen each other in a long time, and were desperate to drink each other in again.
We kissed long and deep, until the sound of Jason clearing his throat brought us back to reality. Ryan held me around the waist, my hips against his. I could feel his heat now. Smell the distinct scent of his body.
They all smell different, I noticed absently. Wonderfully, delectably different.
“Thanks for taking care of her while I was gone,” Ryan said to his friend. His expression was serious now. Apparently he knew.
“She could’ve taken care of herself,” said Jason. “If you’d only shown her how to—”
“I know, I know,” he nodded quickly. “I was trying to protect her, to keep her from all this. But you’re right. We should’ve taught her to protect herself.”
Jason stepped in, and I was suddenly between them. It felt incredible, being ensconced by my two big lovers. I slid an arm around each of them.
“You’re back for good?” I asked Ryan hopefully.
“Yes.”
My eyes lit up. “Then we’re celebrating tonight!”
He smiled. “Hell yes we are.”
I squeezed them and they squeezed me back. In the entirety of my life, I’d never felt more loved. More protected. More—
“You guys were right,” Jason said happily. “She’s absolutely perfect.”
Ryan kissed my forehead. “Sure is.”
“We could’ve run the algorithm a thousand times,” Jason smiled, “and it couldn’t have picked a better match.”
On one side of me, I felt Ryan stiffen. For the next few seconds, the kitchen went awkwardly silent.
“Algorithm?” I blinked in confusion.
“The computer,” Jason went on, talking like nothing was wrong. “The—”
He stopped abruptly, looking into Ryan’s face. His expression was borderline terrified.
“Oh you’ve gotta be fucking kidding,” Jason sneered at his friend. “I thought we were all on the same page here!”
“Algorithm?”
I repeated the word, glancing back and forth, but it was like I wasn’t even there. Neither of them would even look at me. Their eyes remained locked on each other.
We all let go at the same time. Ryan stared uncomfortably at the floor. Jason was shaking his head in deep disappointment.
“You mean you never told her?”
Fifty
KYLE
I was grinning ear to ear, since the second the name popped up on my screen. Moving quickly, I took the phone into a private tent. Someplace quiet. Someplace I could talk without waking anyone else up.
I pushed the button and there she was… glowing brightly in the darkness.
“Hey baby!” I smiled.
Sammara looked amazing as always, even on the tiny screen. Of course I was always happy to see her face. And she mine. Only this time—
“How could you not have told me!”
My heart sank. Something was wrong.
“What are you—”
“Oh don’t even, Kyle! Don’t insult me by pretending not to know what I’m talking about. Jason told me everything. Ryan too.”
I saw anger. Bitterness. Resentment. But those I could take, those I could handle.
What I couldn’t handle was the hurt.
“I’m sorry,” was all I said at first. “I wanted to tell you. I would’ve told you, except—”
“A computer?” Her expression was disbelief mixed with outrage. More outrage though. “You picked me from some stupid computer?”
Not a stupid computer, I wanted to say. The smartest fucking computer the government owns.
“You weren’t at that bar to meet anybody,” Sammara said flatly. “You were there for me.”
I nodded. It was all I could do.
“I thought you got stood up,” she said. “I thought you were meeting someone who answered your ridiculous ad.”
Slowly, another realization dawned over her.
“Did you even place that ad?”
“No,” I admitted.
On the other side of the screen — on the other side of the world, really — Sammara shook with fury. “Well… shit!”
“Honey, please calm down.”
“Oh no,” she smirked. “Don’t tell me to be calm. You lied Kyle. You set me up, intentionally mislead me. I know all about how you were there for me, and how you delayed my actual date, and how neither one of us really got stood up at all.”
The sour feeling in the pit of my stomach intensified. I felt absolutely terrible. I wanted to hold her, to tell her none of it mattered. That it all worked out in the end anyway, and that everything I did was just to make sure we had the chance to meet her.
She was so perfect. The one person in the whole world who might actually go for what we were proposing. And yet…
“You let me go on,” she said. “All this time. Everything between us, it all started off on this one big lie.”
“Sammara, what was I going to say?” I demanded. “What kind of first date pickup line involves telling you exactly what we’d done?” She said nothing, so I continued. “Did it hurt when you fell from heaven? Or did my friends and I write a c
ustom-tailored, multi-level query to pluck you from the NSA database, like the angel you really are?”
My attempt at levity fell flat. Her face went tight with something, but I couldn’t tell what. I could see her struggling, though.
“See how ridiculous that sounds? Honestly, can you imagine any scenario where I could’ve told you what we’d done… and you wouldn’t run away screaming within the first two minutes?”
She folded her arms. But she was still silent.
“Sammara, you were everything we wanted. Absolutely everything. We had to take a chance. I had to take a chance…”
“You should’ve told me.”
I nodded. “I know.”
“Maybe not right then and there, but the next day. Or on the ride out to the house. Or during that first week, before we all—”
“I know,” I said again. “I know… and you’re right.” I felt guilty. I felt shitty. “It was all on me,” I admitted. “I just… I guess…”
“You were afraid,” she offered.
“Terrified,” I said. “Terrified of losing you.”
“I’m a lot stronger than you give me credit for, Kyle. You could’ve told me. Maybe I would’ve understood.”
“Maybe,” I pointed out. “See that? Even you said it. Maybe.”
There was a long silence as we both sat there for a moment, letting the gravity of the situation sink in. She still looked mad. But she looked… softer than before.
Thank God.
“I wish you would’ve said something Kyle.”
“Hey,” I said. “Remember when we first hooked up? I warned you it was stalker-ish.”
She ignored me. “You could’ve, you know.”
Her face still held sadness. I felt shitty all over again. “I know…”
We stared at each other through another bout of silence. It was broad daylight there. I could see sunshine spilling in through the windows behind her.
“Ryan’s there now?”
“Yes.”
I nodded. “And how’s it going with Brigg—”
“Things with Jason are good,” she said pointedly. “We’re all okay here. Even after… the stuff that happened.”
