by Mina Thorne
“Now what?” I asked and sat farther back onto the bed. “Who should I pull over her?”
I already knew it was going to be Whitt, but I enjoyed watching them preen and flex and let their hard dicks stick up in eager anticipation of plunging into me.
“Whitt, I think you’re the one who’s most likely to explode if you don’t get some hot action,” I said at last and motioned to him.
“Oh, babe,” he replied with a grin. “You have no idea.”
I could see the scars from the fire on his body; they were thickest along his one thigh and leg. I felt that pang of guilt again and decided that I would spend the rest of my life making up for it. He would be paid in kind over and over and over again.
I wiggled up the bed and found the box of condoms they’d brought. I tore one open and slid it onto Whitt’s thick, rock hard dick. I thought about giving him head, that BJ that I was supposedly the queen of, but I needed him to fuck me.
There, I admitted it.
I needed to be fucked, reminded that I was loved and desired and that they needed me with the same feral urgency that I had for them.
I pulled Whitt down on top of me and didn’t hesitate with him. My desire was so overwhelming that I lost all sense of reason or control.
“Please,” I begged him and opened myself for him. “I need you.”
“You’ll get anything you need, Steph,” he said with a low drawl. “I’ve been thinking about this the entire time I was in the hospital. I’ve been waiting for this moment, to slide back inside your sweet little cunt.”
I groaned and arched upwards as Barrett and Rome crawled onto the bed with us. They flanked me on either side and whispered dirty things in my ear while they played with my breasts and watched me get fucked hard and fast by their friend.
And he did, he did it hard and fast.
He hesitated slightly at the beginning as if reacquainting himself with my body and getting used to the ways his body had changed after the fire. But after one long, slow stroke, he got back into the rhythm we both needed so desperately.
I couldn’t hang on for long though, not with the way he was drilling into me so fast, or the way Barrett and Rome were talking to me and touching me.
My god, I thought I was going to explode.
And then it felt like I did.
My breath was ragged and my voice throaty as I called out Whitt’s name until my orgasm crashed into me and twisted me around, leaving me floating somewhere above my body I swore.
Whitt finished inside of me, clenching my hips and slamming into me until I felt his thickness pump and swell with his build up of hot seed.
We barely had a moment to recover before Barrett had a condom on and was dragging me over onto him.
I rode him then, letting his fingers dig into my hips as I bucked and swung my hair around like I was going to sail right off of him. Like I was suddenly made of air and light as a feather as if Barrett’s hands were the only thing keeping me connected to the earth.
I came again, leaning forward and crying out against his chest as he slammed into me from below.
Rome couldn’t wait, the moment Barrett was finished and pulled out of me, he was lined up behind and had me doggy style while I still straddled his friend.
Barrett pulled me down to him so he could kiss me, Rome fucked me hard from behind, and Whitt talked dirty to me as he palmed my breasts and pinched my nipples until my entire body seemed to be on fire.
I was alight with pleasure and couldn’t contain myself anymore.
I screamed. I howled. I sobbed, and I came, and came, and came.
My orgasm rose in waves until it felt more like madness than anything else. It felt like I was losing my mind like I was being torn apart and pushed back together through the love of the three boys surrounding me.
We kept at each other until the sun rose and we heard Maddy and Brie open the door to creep across the suite to their private room. They were far enough away from ours that I could still call out the names of the boys who owned my heart and claimed my body over and over again.
Finally, after we fell onto the bed in a tangle of exhausted limbs and limp, sweat-soaked hair plastered to our foreheads…it was then that I slept.
Dreamless, content, safe, and loved.
Chapter 82
“You look well fucked,” Maddy giggled as I strolled out of our room in the afternoon in one of the soft robes I found in our bathroom.
Hunger had drawn me out, and we’d ordered an enormous feast brought to the room.
Coffee had done it too. The scent of it had lured me from the shower where the four of us had been exploring each other’s bodies once again under the steaming sprays of jetted water.
I’d even gotten Whitt and Rome to kiss while Barrett had slid into me from behind.
That had been the pinnacle of sexy, seeing them kiss just for me. Knowing they were doing it just for my pleasure.
How could I live without them again? How was I going to be able to say goodbye?
“You look pretty smug yourself,” I said, pouring myself a coffee while I picked up a cinnamon roll. “Did you manage to bag your celebrity?”
“Yeah,” Brie laughed. “We did. We had a threesome with Bradford Bently and have the pics to prove it.”
“Oh my god, you two are amazing,” I laughed. “And of course I need to see the pics.”
They whipped out their phones, and there I got to see one of my favorite movie stars in full frontal form. I laughed and shook my head and said, “Okay, that’s enough. I don’t need to see any with the two of you skanks. And I say that with love and respect.”
“Right back at ya, skank,” Maddy said with a snort. “Three on one? I don’t even think super skank Brie has managed that.”
“Not yet,” Brie said, “but you’re my inspiration, dude.”
We spent the afternoon exploring LA with my guys, then wound up at an exclusive restaurant followed by a private event at one of the most popular clubs in the city.
Connections had their benefits, I found. Getting into the club itself was a bonus, but being underage and being treated like royalty was just icing on top of the cake.
And inside the club, I walked proudly with my three guys. We danced together, sat together and I kissed each one of them without a care in the world.
It was freeing and exactly what my heart had been missing.
I never wanted it to end.
* * *
I couldn’t stand it when they had to leave.
Sunday afternoon, we drove home and dropped Maddy and Brie off at their places, then pulled up in front of Mom and Reg’s house.
I’m not ashamed to admit that I cried most of the time we said our goodbyes. We stood on the steps in front of our house, the little low stoop where I’d spent so many days sitting with Maddy and Brie while we planned out our futures.
And there I was, sobbing like I’d never see them again.
“You’ll be back to Harrisburg before you know it,” Whitt said quietly and kissed my tear-stained cheek. “I’ll work on getting stronger, babe, and when you come back, I’ll be ready to bang you harder than I did this weekend.”
I glanced nervously at the house, but Mom and Reg were out at their weekly bowling game. Their car wasn’t in the driveway, so I was okay.
“If you do that, I don’t know if I can handle it,” I laughed.
Barrett grabbed my arm and pulled me to him. He held me tight and ran his hand through my hair. “You can handle anything we throw your way,” he said against my ear. “You’re incredible, Steph, don’t forget that. Never forget it.”
“You’re going to make me cry again,” I replied softly and felt my tears well up again. “This is so hard; I wish I could come home with you.”
“Soon, don’t forget that,” Rome said and pulled me away from Barrett. He kissed my fresh tears and then the top of my head when he held me against him.
Each one of them was so amazingly perfect in their own ways
, but being around all three of them was close to what I imagined heaven would be like.
I was aching to follow them back to Harrisburg.
The driver of the world’s ugliest Hummer tapped the horn indicating they had to go. They had flown out on a private jet but still had a set take-off time because the airport was so busy on a Sunday.
“I’ll miss you all,” I said, and I wrapped my arms around myself to stop the shivering as they walked away. I felt cold the moment I was left alone on the stoop of the house. Cold and lonely, abandoned, and empty inside.
I shivered again and watched them blow me kisses until the ugly Hummer turned the corner at the end of the street and was out of sight.
I went inside and threw my clothes in the washer before heading upstairs to cry myself dry in the room that now felt too small, too dark, and too empty.
* * *
I barely lasted the next six weeks until my birthday.
Life became a dull grey purgatory in California where I went through the motions daily and simply existed until the bright points where I could talk to Barrett or Rome or Whitt.
Sienna kept me up to date on Westview Academy gossip and Kit kept in regular contact to tell me about the day to day workings of the household.
I missed them all, even with Maddy and Brie here in California. Even with Mom and Reg, who I loved and respected. Even with Josh and Tyrell avoiding me like crazy after they’d heard about my weekend in LA. Not only had I scared them, but in their world, I was now better than them.
Even with all of that, I missed my life in Harrisburg like crazy, and my body ached for the boys I loved.
I wanted to fly out to Harrisburg at Christmas, but Mom was too nervous about letting me go. Becca had never been found, and Mom was convinced that something terrible would happen to me the moment I stepped off the plane.
I couldn’t convince her otherwise. It was annoying even to try, she was like a brick wall, and every argument I had would bounce off her and drop uselessly into the ether.
So Christmas break felt once again like it had my entire academic life. All of my friends went on exciting vacations to far-off places, and I was trapped at home with Mom and Reg.
My three guys weren’t able to make it out, between Barrett’s intensive tutoring and Whitt and Rome’s families demanding they stay, it was impossible.
I literally counted down the days to my birthday. I had an app on my phone that woke me up daily with the number of days left until I turned eighteen and could leave my Mom without worrying about striking out on my own.
Mom sensed it too, she watched me like a hawk and talked about my birthday party as if she thought she could keep me here with cake and ice cream.
I couldn’t wait though, and the morning I turned eighteen, I rolled out of bed with my luggage ready.
“I’m eighteen, I’m coming home,” I texted the group chat with my boys first thing in the morning.
Mom and Reg were waiting for me in the kitchen. Mom had made me crepes, a birthday tradition, and Reg was holding a birthday card for me.
“We both know what you’re going to do today, is there any way to talk you out of it?” Mom asked as I sat down.
“No, I think you know it’s happening,” I replied.
“I’m not surprised, and to be honest I’m not as opposed to it as I thought I would be. You’re so sad without them, and I didn’t realize how much they uplifted you until they took you to LA for the weekend,” Mom said. “I guess I was hoping you would want to finish the school year here, especially with Becca still on the loose.”
“It’s not going to hurt my grades to switch schools again,” I replied. “And let’s face it, Becca’s family probably shipped her off to South America or something so she can avoid being arrested.”
Mom sighed and sat across from me. She looked at Reg and said, “I guess we can give her the card now. There’s no reasoning with her.”
He said, “Happy birthday, kiddo. We’ll miss you, you know.”
“I know,” I replied and took the card from him. “I’ll visit as much as I can.”
I opened the envelope and then the card. Instead of a wordy inscription from my mother, there was simply a time and gate number listed.
“Your father sent the plane today,” she said with a sad shake of her head. “We all knew you’d be gone the moment you became an adult. It’s upsetting, but I fully understand.”
It kind of irritated me that she was acting so sappy over me moving back to Harrisburg. She was the one who had sent me there in the first place. I knew she’d done it in a fit of anger, but still. She should remember that feeling now when I actually wanted to go.
I didn’t let her know that though; she was already so upset, and I didn’t want to pile more on her.
“Thank you, you two,” I said and got up to hug each of them, one by one.
I was going to miss them, Mom and Reg, but I was so focused on getting back east that I didn’t want to spend time hanging around talking about it.
I texted Maddy and asked her for a ride; she agreed, and before I knew it, I was on my way back to Harrisburg and my three boys.
I had been away for too long; it was time to go home and stay there.
Chapter 83
This time finding Barrett waiting for me was so different than the last time.
“You’re not going to show up late and be a total jerk to me?” I asked with a grin as he turned around and picked me up, swinging me in his arms.
“Oh man, that was a dick move,” he chuckled and set me down. “I’m so glad you’re home, babe.”
“Me too,” I replied. “Where are the boys?”
“Whitt and Rome are waiting in the car. We didn’t want to park it and walk over. They’re just driving around, so they don’t get ticketed for hanging out in the airport drop off zone,” Barrett replied.
“Let’s go see them then!” I said excitedly and let the porter from the private jet carry my luggage for me as I strolled out hand in hand with Barrett.
Definitely a different entrance to the airport than the last time when I’d been so desperate in my borrowed clothes and my urgent anxiety over meeting my father.
We waited for a moment before Whitt’s Range Rover pulled up and the two of them jumped out. Whitt left the driver’s door open and the engine running as he grabbed me in his arms and swung me around with a loud whoop.
Rome kissed me and hugged me when Whitt put me down, and Barrett helped the porter load my things in the back.
We must have stayed a moment too long because several yellow-vested airport security guards noticed us and began to walk our way.
We were laughing as we piled back into Whitt’s car and he booked it out of there before security could nail him with a ticket.
I was in the front seat and breathless as I giggled and could barely believe that I was there. That I’d made it back to Harrisburg.
Dad and Kit were waiting for me this time, and Dad was pacing as we pulled up in front of the mansion. He looked overwrought and worked up about something.
I stepped out of the car, and he put his hands on my shoulders, looked me in the eyes and said, “I’m sorry I let your mom take you back to California. Kit here has explained that you might have seen it as rejection, but I assure you it was not. I love you, Stephanie. You’re my daughter, and I’ll never send you away unless it’s your choice now, okay?”
“Okay,” I replied and looked at Kit. “Thanks for that.”
She nodded, and the two of them hugged me before Dad helped the guys unload my things from the back.
Kit and Dad had several gifts for me, including a few more driving lessons and a scheduled driver’s test, my own credit card with a pretty sizable limit so I could purchase what I needed without going through the household expense account and gorgeous diamond earrings.
“The best part is that each of the backs is a little fitness tracker,” Kit said as I put them on. “You don’t even notice them, but they monito
r your activity levels and sleep. I know you wanted to start running again, and I thought it would be a fun way for us to keep ourselves motivated.”
She lifted her hair back to show her own earrings with the same grey backs pressed against her ear.
“Very cool, thank you so much,” I said and hugged them both.
After that, I just wanted to get to my room and decompress.
Somehow we managed to get me moved back in upstairs during a whirlwind of activity with Dad, Kit and the boys all asking me questions or telling me things I’d missed while I’d been gone.
Whitt wasn’t limping anymore, and I was thrilled to see that. He was happy to report that his burns had healed nicely and he would start football practice again in a week.
Rome had been selected to play on a state team in March. It was just an exhibition, but it was kind of a big deal that they’d selected him out of everybody in the state.
Barrett was still kicking ass with his tutor and his grades. He was caught up in all his classes and wasn’t in any danger of being kicked off the football team or being forced to step down as team captain.
Dad and Kit had come out officially, and she was now living at the house and staying in his room with him. They’d gotten somebody to strip all of Elaine’s things from the place, and I already noticed there had been a style shift from over the top garish displays of money to a much more subdued shabby chic look.
It felt more modern and lighter in the house; I didn’t know if it was because Elaine was still gone or if it was because I’d longed to get back so badly that whatever had been done looked impressive to me.
Either way, it was good to be home.
My bedroom was just how I left it, complete with a half-finished History report printed out on my desk, and my notes madly scribbled into the margins.
I couldn’t wait to be alone with my boys though, and Dad and Kit finally got the hint. They left us at last, and I was content again.
I was also exhausted. I flopped into my favorite overstuffed chair and leaned back.
