by JA Huss
Wald is already sitting on the couch. Already pulling Brooke into his lap. And by the time Huck is pulling my shirt down my arms, she’s sitting down on Wald’s cock.
“Fuck,” I whisper. And I don’t care that I still have pants on. I push Huck away and sit down on the top of the couch and angle my hips towards Brooke’s face.
“Put it in your mouth,” I tell her.
I don’t recognize myself when we do this. Something just comes over me and I can’t get enough. I want all of them at the same time.
Wald takes my cock in his hand and begins to rub the tip of it back and forth across Brooke’s lips. She sucks on her tongue for a moment, then spits on my head.
I have to close my eyes and appreciate that dirty little move for a moment.
But Huck distracts me when he pulls a chair across the floor and sits down, cock in hand as he pumps up and down his shaft.
“Take it,” Wald says, talking to Brooke. He pushes her head down until my cock slips past her warm, wet lips and she begins to suck.
I glance over at Huck and he mouths the word, Fuck, at me.
I’m not sure if that’s just him recognizing that we’re turning him on or if he wants us to fuck.
But Brooke is already moving up and down on Wald’s cock.
It dawns on me then. He didn’t wait for Huck. He didn’t get to go last.
But I don’t have time to think about what that means. If it means anything at all. Because he leans in and begins to kiss the side of my dick.
My fingers find their way to his head. Thread into his hair and then he pushes Brooke back and begins to suck me off.
Huck gets up and pulls his pants down a little as he walks over to us. He kneels on the couch on the other side of Wald and Brooke needs no encouragement to blow him next.
We are a tower of fucking. A pyramid of sucking noises, and bouncing tits and wet cocks.
Huck grabs Brooke by her hair and pushes her face into him. Holding her in deepthroat position until her lips are right up against his stomach and she’s struggling not to gag.
He lets go and she pulls away, gasping for air.
I glance at Huck and find him smiling. You dirty motherfucker, you. He bounces down onto the couch next to Wald and pushes Brooke down onto him with the heel of his hand pressing between her shoulder blades.
I stand up, seeing my opening. Literally. Her ass cheeks are open and there’s no way I’m not gonna take it.
My hands come down hard on each cheek at the same time and a slap echoes through the room. The sun is setting now, and the light is hazy at best. But there’s enough to see the two red handprints on her ass.
I spit on my hand, rub it over the top my head, and massage my dick with one hand while I press my fingers into her asshole with the other.
She moans. And I can feel Wald’s cock as she fucks him.
I glance at him and he’s got his eyes mostly closed. He leans back a little so she can both reach Huck better and give me more access.
I have no idea if this girl has ever had anal, let alone a double penetration. But I decide to just play with her asshole and fuck her pussy instead.
Because that way I get to feel Wald too.
I press the tip of my cock up to her pussy. Wald’s giant dick has already stretched her open, but it’s a tight fit getting mine in here.
“Oh, shit!” Brooke says, once she realizes what I’m doing.
“Shhhh,” Huck says, guiding her mouth back to his cock so she can resume sucking.
I press forward and Wald hisses out a breath. There’s tight resistance for a few moments and then…
“Ahhh, fuck,” I groan.
Because my cock slides right up alongside Wald’s.
CHAPTER TWENTY - BROOKE
I fuck all three of them in different ways.
I bounce on Wald’s cock, my tits pressed into his chest. I push back on Joey each time he thrusts. But he overpowers me. Forcing me forward. Making me take Huck all the way into my throat.
I gag, and drool, and maybe even cry.
But they are all the good kind.
It feels so, so good.
Three men, all for me. So full, so overwhelmed with lust, and longing. I want them to come inside me. All at once.
But I can’t even tell them that because I’m practically choking on Huck’s cock.
One of them slaps my ass.
One of them pulls my hair.
And one of them grabs the fleshy part of my hip and squeezes so hard, I know there is instantly a bruise.
I can’t take it anymore. It’s all too much. It just feels too good. And there’s a ring on my finger and this is our new house, and all I know is that I want this… I want this to last…
Forever.
I come.
I come moaning. My throat vibrates out my release against the shaft of Huck’s cock and he pushes my face down and goes stiff.
“Fuck,” he moans. And Joey is pounding me.
Pounding us. Because he’s fucking Wald too.
And Wald is saying, “Take her, Joey. Fucking do it. Come inside her. Come on my cock.”
And then Huck blows down my throat, and Joey starts growling like an animal, and then I feel them both inside me. Their hot semen mixing together. So much of it that it immediately begins dripping down over my pussy lips.
Huck pulls me off his dick by my hair. Holds me there. Our eyes lock on each other.
And then he kisses me.
He kisses me hard. Like he owns me.
And then Joey pulls out and come runs down my leg. He drops onto the couch next to Wald and then…
And then they’re all kissing me.
Murmuring things like, “You hot fucking whore,” and “That’s my good little slut,” and “I can’t wait to do it again.”
I think that was Wald, but I’m not sure. Because I’m kissing them back and saying, “Yes, yes, yes,” to all three of them.
And then we kiss each other. Wald kisses Huck, and Huck kisses me, and I kiss Joey, and Joey kisses us all back.
We just collapse into a pile of sweaty bodies that smell, and feel, and taste like sex.
“Welcome home,” I mutter.
They laugh. And hell, even I laugh. They mutter similar sentiments with eyes closed, legs apart, and heads back. We are all still breathing hard. Trying to come down from what just happened.
But I’m not really talking to them.
I was talking to me.
“I have had lots of homes. And most of them were really nice.”
There’s a shuffling of bodies on the couch as the three of them begin to pay attention.
“What?” Joey asks.
“They were nice like this, I mean. Not just average nice. I guess my point is… I didn’t have a bad life.”
“OK,” Wald says.
I’m looking out the front window. Our new driveway gate is open. I can just barely make it out in the remnants of the setting sun. Someone probably needs to close the gate.
“But this feels different,” I finally say.
“Different good? Or different bad?” Joey asks. “What kind of different?”
I think about that for a second. “I don’t know. I’m not sure. But sometimes it doesn’t matter if the change is good or bad. Sometimes it just needs to happen.” I turn to look at Wald. Because his green eyes are closest to me and the easiest to find. “That’s why people turn themselves in.”
His eyes narrow in confusion. “What?”
“You know.” I sigh. “Some young guy does a very stupid thing. But he does it so smart that he gets away with it for so long that a day comes when he realizes he’s never going to get caught. He pulled it off. But…” I shake my head. “That eats away at you in a way most people can’t understand.”
I look at each of them now. Huck is frowning. His brow furrowed. Wald’s head is cocked to the side like all those words I just said make no sense at all. And Joey… Joey just looks concerned.
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p; “Guilt,” I say. Then I chuckle. Like this is so obvious. “Some people can’t handle the guilt. And you know what?”
“What?” Joey says.
“I think that’s a sign that deep down they’re actually a good person.”
“What the fuck are we talking about?” Huck says.
“Shut up,” Joey snaps. “Is that… is that what happened with you, Brooke?”
“No, seriously,” Huck says. “What the fuck are we talking about?”
“If you would shut the fuck up,” Joey growls, “she’ll tell us.”
“I was kidnapped,” I say, looking at Huck. I know I told Joey this secret was just for him, but it’s not. We can’t all truly be together unless they all have my secret.
“What?” Wald says. “When?”
“When I was sixteen.”
There’s a moment of silence when that comes out. And I might not know them all that well, but I know them well enough. Sixteen is a magic number because I’ve already talked about it once.
“You’re not really Brooke Alder,” Wald says.
I nod. “I am. But… I wasn’t always.”
“I don’t get it,” Huck says. “How’s that different from what she already told us?”
He’s looking at me. There’s some lights on in the front yard. Decorative ones that spotlight the elaborate topiaries. So I can just barely make out his face.
“I didn’t lie.” Then I can’t help it. I laugh. Because I’m such a liar. Such a fucking liar. And this isn’t even a lie. “His daughter died,” I say.
“Who?” Huck says.
“The man who kidnapped you?” Joey asks.
“Yeah,” I say. “His daughter died. And…” I take a deep breath. Because this is my ultimate secret. One I’ve never told anyone. “He was on vacation in Mexico and… so was I. Well, mine wasn’t a vacation. My mom’s boyfriend did business in Acapulco. He told me later—my new father, I mean—he told me he was looking for a girl. Someone to take her place.”
“Jesus Christ,” Wald says.
“No,” I say, turning to him. “It wasn’t like that.”
Wald huffs. “You’re kidding me, right?”
“He was sad and—”
“Brooke!” Wald says. “Don’t fucking excuse this like it’s all good. It’s not. I don’t care what you say next, he kidnapped you.”
“I didn’t care,” I say. “You don’t understand. It was a better offer.”
“A better offer?” Wald says. Like this is the most ridiculous thing he’s ever heard.
“What’s your real name?” Huck says.
“I am Brooke. There is no other me, you guys. That is my real name.”
Huck chews his lips.
Wald blinks his eyes and shakes his head.
And Joey… Joey just… stares at me. Blank.
“He got away with it,” I say. “We got away with it. I ran away with him. I don’t even know if anyone came looking for me. Doubtful. But maybe. His daughter died in some backwater town in Mexico and Miklos—that’s my dad’s name—Miklos paid the village doctor off. They buried her in a small cemetery and no death certificate was ever issued.” I shrug. “So… I just took her passport and we went home. It had my picture on it,” I add. “So… I dunno. The whole thing was just… well planned. So he never got caught. But he lived with the guilt the whole time.”
All three of them are silent.
“But then Miklos died a couple months ago and he just… erased me.”
“What?” Joey says.
“He took my life away before he died. He wanted me to go home for a long time and I said no.” I look at Joey. “He was a conman. A very good conman. And when he got back—when we got back to Europe, after Esmilia died—everyone knew I wasn’t her. Of course. But Miklos just said, ‘She is new Esmilia,’ and no one cared. They called me Esmilia. I learned to speak Hungarian and a bunch of other languages too. I lied to everyone. Even the ones who knew I was lying. It didn’t matter. I made things up. The way we’re making things up. And I worked with him. I was his partner. And he was my father. And…” I shrug. “I was this new girl with a new life and … I liked it. But when Miklos died the lie died with him.”
There is a long stretch of silence.
Finally, Joey says, “So that’s how you ended up here?”
I sigh and nod. “I had some money. He left me money, and a plane ticket, and a plan. But…” I stop to take a deep breath. “I was suddenly Brooke again. I had a passport and when I came back and I went through customs, I expected to get flagged. For being kidnapped, you know? Because… because people tend to miss their children when they are kidnapped, right? But I didn’t. I didn’t get flagged. And I had this whole speech prepared. What I would tell people, what I had been doing, who I was with, why I never called the police… this whole speech that never got used because even from the grave, Miklos took care of me. He got me past all of it. All I had to do was follow directions. I was his last job. Giving me my life back was his very last con.”
I suck in a deep breath of air. Hold it for a while. Then let it out slowly. “But… it’s not that easy. When you become someone new and then you get used to it, you become that person. I was Esmilia. I really, really was, you guys. So being Brooke again…” I stop and swallow down the feelings. “I’m just not sure who she is.” Then I sigh, long and loud. “That’s all, I guess. I just don’t know who I am.”
There is a long stretch of silence. I’m sure they’re all trying to picture this new version of me and I’m trying to make her go away.
I’m trying my best to forget Esmilia, but it’s just not that simple.
“How many years?” Huck finally asks. “How many years were you with him?”
“Thirteen.”
“And your mother?” Wald says.
“Never even reported me missing. Miklos knew this. He kept track of her, maybe? Or paid her off? That’s possible too. But Brooke Alder was alive and well when I returned. Because I was her and no one took my place the way I took Esmilia’s.”
“Wow,” Huck says. “Just… wow.”
“That’s a big secret to hand us,” Joey says.
I nod. “I know. And you don’t have to give me one back. I just…” I look at Wald again. “Sometimes you need a change and you don’t care what that change is. So I don’t care how this turns out. I just need a change.”
Joey is about to open his mouth and reply when the doorbell rings.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE - JOEY
We all look at the arched doorway that leads to the front foyer.
“Who the fuck is that?” Huck says.
“Stay here,” I say, pulling my pants up as I get to my feet. I zip them up but my belt is unbuckled and I’m shirtless as I approach the front door and pull it open.
“Can I help you?” I ask the man standing in my fucking doorway wearing a suit.
He looks at me. My bare chest. My unbuckled belt. And when I look over my shoulder, Brooke, Huck, and Wald are all peeking around the corner of the sunroom archway despite my order to stay put.
“I’m… sorry,” the man says. “I’m Don Parker. Head of Kane security.”
Fuck.
“What can I do for you, Mr. Parker?”
“You’re Joey, right?”
“That’s me,” I say.
“And this is…” He pans a hand at my friends behind me.
I glance at them once more time. Shirtless. Belts undone. Huck’s pants aren’t even buttoned, just zipped. Brook looks like she just got fucked by three alpha men. Her hair is a sexy mess, her dress is crooked, and her eye makeup is smeared—either from the story she just told or possibly just being face-fucked by Huck twenty minutes ago.
“What do you want?” I say, looking back at Parker.
He reaches inside his suit coat and pulls out an envelope. “Your formal invitation for this weekend.” He’s handing it to me when he says this, and I’m reaching for it when he pulls it back. “But… who are these
men?”
I snatch the envelope out of his hand and open it up. “This says Friday, not Saturday.”
“Right. They would like you to spend the night, Mr. Boston. Two nights, actually. We’ve hired psychologists to evaluate your interaction with Miss Kane.”
“OK,” I say. “Fine, I guess.”
“Is this your girlfriend?” Parker asks. “Brooke Alder?”
“Yes,” Brooke says. “That’s me.” And I can hear her hard swallow as she answers.
“Her name is already on the invitation.”
“Great,” I say. “We’ll see you then.” I start to close the door, but Parker slaps it open again with the heel of his palm. “I’m sorry. Who lives here?”
“All of us,” Wald says.
“And you are?”
“Wald Wynn,” he says.
“And he is?” Parker points to Huck.
“Newtown,” he says. “Huck Newtown.”
“I should’ve had this information already,” Parker says.
“What information?” I ask.
“Your… living arrangements. If that’s what this is.”
Huck takes a step forward, a weird growling noise coming from his throat. I put a hand out and stop him, the back of my fingertips brushing along the bare skin of his stomach.
“I’ll let everyone know you’ll be bringing a… plus three.”
“That’s not necessary,” I say. “It will just be Brooke and I.”
“No,” Parker says. “It won’t. If you ever want to see your daughter in this house, you’ll bring them all.”
Then he turns his back to me and makes the long descent down our front yard and out onto the street.
“Someone shut the gate,” I say, still watching Parker as he gets into a silver car and starts it up.
Someone does that. Because the gate begins to shut.
I close the door and look at them.
It is so very, very clear what we’re doing here in this house there’s no way Parker missed it.
“Well, that was a buzzkill,” Huck says. But then he grabs a hold of Brooke and pulls her into a hug.
“What are you doing?” she protests and laughs.
“You,” he says. “That story.”
“You don’t think he heard any of that, do you?” I ask.
