by Becca Van
The sound of her name being yelled penetrated her subconscious, jerking her into an upright position.
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“Pippa, wake up, damn it,” Mason yelled. He had run into the living room as soon as he had heard her first scream. He now sat with her on his lap as she screamed and sobbed, calling for her parents. When she jerked up in his arms, hitting his chin with the top of her head, he knew she was finally out of her interminable nightmare. He wrapped his arms around her and held her tight against his body as she sobbed into his chest. He ran his hand up and down her back in a soothing motion. Chip and Randy were standing beside them, worry etched into their features.
“Do you want to talk about your nightmare, sugar?” Randy asked, squatting down next to her and rubbing a hand up and down her arm, trying to offer comfort.
Pip shuddered into Mason’s chest one last time then lifted her head and wiped the tears from her cheeks. Mason watched as she noticed Randy and Chip for the first time since she had awoken.
“No. I’m okay. Sorry.”
“Fuck, darlin’. Don’t you dare apologize! You have nothing to be sorry for,” Chip stated.
Mason saw Chip run his fingers through his hair in frustration. He could tell Chip wanted to take Pip out of his arms and hold her tight. But he knew the last thing she needed was for it to seem as if they were fighting over her attention, which was far from the case. He wanted to place her in their bed, with him and his brothers surrounding her, offering her comfort and protection.
“I think you need to talk about your nightmares, sugar. You’ve kept them bottled up inside you for so long. It’s not healthy to keep so much inside. You’ll end up making yourself ill,” Randy stated.
“I don’t know if I can talk about it anymore, Randy. I spent the first year after their deaths doing nothing but talking about it. It didn’t help then, and I don’t see how it could do much good now.”
“Baby, you can’t keep going on like this. You have dark smudges under your eyes. You’re totally exhausted. You’ve got some sick bastard playing with your mind, and it looks like he’s not going to stop until he gets to you. He’s already managed to poison you. You need help, Pip. You need our protection, but you need us, too. Don’t forget we know you, sweetheart. You may have convinced yourself you don’t need or want help, but we know different. You have to let out whatever it is tormenting you, baby,” Mason stated as he pulled her in tighter to his body. He moved along the sofa until he was sitting in the middle, giving Randy and Chip room to sit down on either side of Pip. When they were all comfortable, he maneuvered Pip on his lap until she was straddling his thighs and they could all see her face. “Tell us about your nightmare, baby.” Mason cupped her chin to prevent her from looking away.
Mason stared into Pip’s eyes for an indeterminable amount of time. He heard her take a deep breath, lick her lips, and then she began to talk.
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Pip told them about her recurring nightmare and how she always saw her parents’ death but could never save them in time.
“Oh God. Why didn’t I die with them? Why did they have to leave me all alone? Why? Tell me why.” Pip sobbed as she beat on Mason’s chest. She had so much pain stored up inside her. The wrenching pain in her chest as she sobbed in the arms of one of the men she had loved since she was a child was almost more than she could stand. Once she started crying, she couldn’t seem to stop. Her whole body shook as she released years of pain. She slumped against Mason’s body, too tired to hold herself up, the sound of her mournful wailing loud to her own ears as her grief was finally expelled after years of suppression. She was aware of nothing around her, nothing except the agony of grief, until she finally fell into a restless sleep as her exhausted body shut down.
Chapter Thirteen
Pip felt as if her body were wrapped in an electric blanket when she woke surrounded by heat. It was dark, and the total silence of the house seemed to echo loudly. She shifted slightly, her body brushing against two warm, hard male forms. She waited for her eyes to adjust to the darkness surrounding her but didn’t really need to see to know Mason and Randy were in bed on either side of her. She stretched her body cautiously and lifted her head from the pillow it was resting on to see Chip at the end of the bed. He was leaning on the palm of his hand, his arm bent at the elbow, resting on the mattress watching her.
“Are you all right, darlin’?” Chip asked, his voice rough from sleep.
“Yeah, just a bit thirsty. What time is it?”
“It’s just past three. Stay where you are, darlin’. I’ll get you a drink,” he said quietly as he climbed from the bed.
“No, that’s okay. I’ll get it. Why don’t you try and go back to sleep. I didn’t want to disturb any of you. And since I feel like I’ve slept for hours, I don’t think I’ll be getting any more sleep tonight.” Pushing the comforter out of her way, she crawled over the top of it and down the length of the bed.
Chip stood, ready for her, his arm outstretched, offering to help her from the bed. She took his hand, and once her feet were on the floor, she slipped a robe on and followed Chip from the room.
Chip indicated for Pip to take a seat as he got her a glass of water then filled the kettle and put it on. Pip watched Chip make their hot drinks then head over to the dining table to sit down next to her. His bare chest was such a distraction. She couldn’t prevent her eyes from wandering over his rippling pectorals and abs as he moved. All of the three Sage brothers were handsome in their own right, and they all had bodies any woman would have trouble not ogling. Pip felt her clit begin to ache and her pussy muscles clench. She slid her eyes up over his lower abdomen, chest, arms, and shoulders until her eyes met his heated stare. She quickly lowered her eyes to her mug and wrapped her hands around it for something to occupy herself with.
“You look better, Pip. Those dark smudges beneath your eyes are beginning to dissipate, the color in your cheeks is better, and you don’t look like you have the weight of the world on your shoulders anymore. Do you want to talk about what’s been going on in that hard head of yours?”
“No, thanks anyway. I think I’m all talked out at the moment. But you’re right. I do feel a lot better,” she said and looked up to see Mason entering the kitchen and Randy following.
“You’ve got to stop keeping things bottled up, baby,” Mason stated as he walked into the room. “It’s not good for your health to live like that. I want you to come to one or all of us if you have a problem, Pip. We’re here for you whenever you need us.”
“I know. I don’t mean to keep things inside. It’s just…I didn’t feel I could really talk to my aunt. She had enough on her plate looking after a teenager, let alone trying to help deal with my problems. She did try, though. She sent me to counseling. I think it just became a habit over the years, to keep things to myself.”
“Well, let’s try and change that habit to sharing with people who care about you, sugar,” Randy said as he walked over to the kettle and made himself a cup of coffee. He sat at the table across from Pip, scrutinizing her as he sipped his coffee.
“Look, I know you guys mean well, but I’m not the type of person to air my emotions to all and sundry,” Pip replied.
“That’s not what we’re asking of you, sugar,” Randy replied, giving her a hard stare.
“You have been hiding your true nature from yourself and everyone around you for far too long, baby. We grew up with you, Pip. You are such a passionate woman. Why are you trying to hide that?” Mason asked.
“I am not the same child you knew. I’ve matured, grown up since you knew me. How can you sit there and judge me? I am who I am, and if you don’t like that, too bad. I think I should just get my things and go back home,” Pip shot out. Rising from her seat, she headed down the hall to the master bedroom. She heard the scrape of chairs then footsteps as the three men followed her down the hall.
Pip had just grabbed a pair of jeans and a T-shirt to pull on but ended up giving a squ
eak of surprise as a warm, steel band wrapped around her waist. She let out an “oomph” when she landed on the bed, Mason following her down and pinning her to the mattress with his big, muscular body.
“You can leave if you really want to, Pip, but if you stay here, you abide by our rules. From now on, you will follow all our rules or we’ll punish you. We haven’t started on keeping you to our rules yet, because we didn’t want to hurt you emotionally. All bets are off now, baby. You are being warned. We’re not letting you hide your true nature from yourself or us anymore. We’ve waited years for you, Pip. You’d better get used to having us beside you. We can’t let you go again, baby,” Mason stated, staring into her eyes. Then he leaned forward and took her mouth with his own.
Pip tried to keep her mouth closed against the onslaught of Mason’s lips. She was succeeding until she felt his tongue skim across the seam of her lips, asking, coaxing her into letting herself go and responding. She couldn’t fight them off anymore. She’d loved them for so long, and she didn’t want to fight her feelings a moment longer. She gave a low moan and opened her lips to Mason’s questing, delving tongue as she clung to his hard, muscular, broad shoulders. She was vaguely aware of the bed dipping on either side of her, and she knew Randy and Chip were on the bed with her and Mason.
Pip moaned as Mason tangled his tongue with hers before drawing hers into his mouth so he could suckle on her wayward muscle. She arched her chest up into Mason, wanting, needing to feel the heat of his naked chest against her own. She groaned with frustration as her cloth-covered nipples came into contact with his chest. She wanted to feel her naked skin touching, sliding over his warm flesh. She pulled her tongue from Mason’s mouth, intent on removing her body from against his so she could take off the robe, T-shirt, and panties covering her skin, but Mason wouldn’t release her mouth from his. He grasped a handful of her hair at her nape and moved forward as she moved back, until his whole body was blanketing hers. Then she was drowning in sensation after sensation.
Pippa mewled in the back of her throat as Mason nipped and licked over her lips, only to once again plunge his tongue into the depths of her mouth. Pip felt as if her whole body was about to combust. Fire was licking its way from her mouth down over her chest and torso, where it pooled with liquid heat in her lower abdomen. She couldn’t get close enough to him but was now too intent on the pleasure being bestowed on her to stop. She opened her eyes and moaned with frustration as Mason pulled his mouth then body back away from hers. She nearly climaxed at the sight that met her eyes, and none of her men had even penetrated body yet. Randy and Chip were lying totally naked on either side of her, and what made her shiver even more was the sight of them both stroking their cocks as they looked at her, the heat of their stares making her squirm. She could see drops of clear pre-cum on the tips of Randy’s and Chip’s cocks, making her want to taste their elemental essences. She sat up and maneuvered into a better position so she could take one cock then the other into her mouth but was stopped by two large, gentle hands against her waist.
Pip looked up into Mason’s heated stare as he untied the knot in the borrowed robe and pulled it from her body. Once that was done, the three sets of hands were quick and deft at removing the rest of her clothes. Even though they had seen her naked before, she felt more vulnerable this time around. It was as if by stripping her clothes away, they were also stripping away the walls of protectiveness she had installed around her heart over the years. She tried to move an arm across her chest and the other down to her pussy so she could conceal her most private places from their penetrating stares. She didn’t get the chance. Randy and Chip each wrapped their hands around her wrists and gently pushed on her shoulders. She was once more lying down on the bed. They stretched her arms up beside and above her head where they held her, gently manacled.
“Don’t ever hide yourself from us, baby. If you keep that up, I might just have to get my handcuffs out,” Mason rumbled out, crawling back onto the bed. He spread her legs gently apart until he could sit between her splayed thighs. He ran his hands up and down the inside of her legs, starting from her ankles, slowly working his way up the inside.
Pip couldn’t help the moan or instinctive reaction of thrusting her hips up, hoping to gain the contact of his hand on her pussy. Her whole body was one large pool of liquid, molten lava, and she knew the three men on the bed with her were the only ones who could put out that fire. She whimpered with frustration because Randy and Chip were using the tips of their fingers to massage her breasts, moving in slowly in smaller, concentric circles but not touching her throbbing, jutting nipples. Her whole body was taut with need, the need to be touched, tasted, and petted until nothing else existed except the pleasure being bestowed on her.
Pip couldn’t help the scream of pleasure as Randy and Chip finally thumbed her nipples. The feel of the slightly abrasive skin on their thumbs scraping over her sensitive, engorged nipples was enough to send her into the throes of a mini orgasm. Her hips bucked up and her chest thrust forward as her pussy muscles clenched and released, begging to be filled and taken over and over again.
“Fuck yeah,” Randy growled.
“See how passionate you are, baby? You can’t hide from us anymore. We’re not letting up until you give us what we want,” Mason declared in a deep, husky cadence.
Pip opened her eyes at the sound of Mason’s voice, but for the life of her, she couldn’t make out what he was saying. Her body was taking over, shutting her mind down, and every word the three Sage brothers spoke seemed totally incoherent to her ears. She watched Mason move up between her thighs until he was leaning over her, bracketing her with his large, muscular body. He leaned down, taking her mouth with a kiss so carnal it superseded anything she had experienced previously. He literally ate at her mouth, their teeth clashing and noses bumping as he turned his head this way and that, tangling his tongue with hers, sucking her full lower lip into his mouth, nipping on it then plunging his tongue in again.
Mason’s cock nudged the entrance to her cunt, and Pip sobbed and bucked her hips up to get his hot steel rod to penetrate her body. But it seemed he was determined to torment her first. He pulled his mouth from hers, held her gaze for an interminable moment, and then thrust his hips forward in one powerful surge. Pippa screamed as the forceful intrusion of his cock sent electric currents of never-ending pleasure throughout her body, her nervous system going off like a rocket, sending her into the stratosphere of orgasmic bliss.
Pip slowly came back down to earth, realizing Mason was not moving as her cunt muscles slowly ebbed back to a more relaxed state. She tried to move her hips up, wanting to feel the pleasure only he could give her, but Mason slowly eased back until he was sitting between her thighs, his cock still embedded to the hilt.
“You don’t control the pleasure we give you, baby. In the bedroom, you do what we want you to do, not the other way around,” Mason rasped out, his voice rough with desire.
Pip saw him glance at his brothers. He must have given them some unspoken command, because she found herself being moved up into a sitting position. Three sets of male hands maneuvered her as if she was as light as a feather, until she found herself sitting astride Mason’s thighs, his cock so deep inside her body she could feel it nudging her cervix.
Mason pulled Pip in tight against his body, her nipples rasping against his skin, sending tingles of pleasure straight down to her achy pussy. She tried to wiggle, needing to feel the pleasurable friction of his cock sliding along the internal walls of her vagina, but Mason stopped her by grasping hold of her hips and holding her firmly.
Pip screeched with shock as she felt moist heat slide over the sensitive nerves of her anus and whipped around to see Chip’s head down at her ass.
“What are you doing?” she asked, shocked that anyone would want to do what Chip was doing.
“Does it feel good, darlin’? Do you like the feel of my tongue running over your pretty little asshole?” Chip asked before going back
to his task.
“You shouldn’t be doing that. It’s not right,” Pip panted out. Even though she loved the feel of his tongue on her sensitive ass, she couldn’t get her head around the action being a bit dirty.
“We only want to give you pleasure, sugar. Nothing is more pleasurable than having your ass played with. What we do isn’t wrong, Pip. If we want to do something and you like it, what’s the problem? We’re all consenting adults, sugar. What we do is no one else’s business. Just sit back and enjoy, Pip,” Randy said, then leaned in and took her mouth ravenously.
Pip was still a little uncertain about what Chip was doing to her back entrance, but the pleasure was so unimaginable, she didn’t think she wanted to protest again. By the time Randy weaned his mouth from hers, she felt as if she was on the verge of another climax. She couldn’t believe how sensitive her ass was, and she actually whimpered with protestation when Chip pulled away from her back hole.
“A little cold, darlin’,” Chip warned then massaged two lube-covered fingers over the skin of her little pucker.
Pip couldn’t help the jolt of her hips as Chip began to push first one lubed finger, then the other, into the channel of her ass. The small pinching, burning pain only seemed to enhance her arousal, making her groan in the back of her throat as he slowly pumped his fingers in and out of her anus. She felt the burning sensation intensify as he spread his fingers apart, stretching her flesh and muscles.
“Fuck, she’s tight, and you only have your fingers in her ass. It’s gonna take all of my control to stop from shooting off when you work your way into her ass,” Mason said, his voice a lower timbre than usual.
“I want you to breathe in and out a few times, darlin’. When I start to push in, I want you to push out. Tell me if it’s too much and I’ll stop,” Chip stated, moving in close to Pip.
