“I’m scared,” I said and he squeezed my hand again.
The drive home was much shorter and it seemed like in no time at all we were slowly going down the long driveway to the mansion where we’d grown up.
Mom and Colt’s dad came out as soon as we pulled in, their confusion turning to happiness when they realized who was driving the rented truck.
“Kids, what brings you home? Lacey, why did you go to your Gran’s?” mom asked.
“We need to talk,” Colton told them and we all walked inside.
“What’s going on?” mom asked as we sat down at the kitchen table.
“Son, you need to explain what the hell is happening,” his dad said, “between Lacey taking off and you two showing up, why we don’t know what you’ve got going on.”
“Well,” Colton said, “I’m just going to rip the Band-Aid off so to speak.” He reached over for my hand and held it tightly in plain view. My mom looked startled as she realized what was happening. “Dad, mom,” Colton said, “Lacey and I are in love.”
“Love? But he’s your brother!” Mom exclaimed.
“He’s not really my brother. Come on, let’s face it, I’ve never really thought of him like that,” I said.
“And there’s one more thing, well two more things,” Colton said, his face showing his determination to see this through, “we’re getting married and we’re having a baby.”
“Married?” I said, surprised.
“Baby?” mom yelled.
“What the hell?” his dad bellowed.
Colton looked me in the eye and said, “Lacey, I can’t imagine being with anyone else and I can’t imagine a more perfect woman to be my bride. Will you marry me?”
“Yes,” I whispered without hesitation, and he kissed me.
What else was I going to say? I could never say no to Colton Reece Harrington the Third, jerk or not, he was all mine.
“Push,” Colton said, “breathe!”
I gripped the hospital bed sheets with white knuckles and suppressed the urge to tell him eff off. I’d been in labor for a few hours, and it was almost time our son came into the world.
Things had been rough after we came out to our parents and the rest of the world, but it was all good now
I’d finished up the semester but hadn’t gone back. Colton had transferred to a business program closer to home so we could be with each other every night. I was proud of him for working hard at his degree, and knew I’d go back once I felt like I could leave the baby.
Home was with our parents; they’d gotten over the news fairly quickly once they warmed to the idea of being grandparents. They’d been in the waiting room from the moment my water broke to right then. They wanted to meet their grandson the moment they were allowed in the room.
Gran was there too, she was tickled pink that she was going to be a great grandma, although as she said, she’d always been great at it.
I felt another contraction rip through me and grabbed Colton’s hand so hard I saw him grimace in pain. Part of me found that satisfying, that he could join me in this.
Half an hour later, at exactly eight nineteen in the evening, James Bradley Harrington the first was born. A squalling, healthy, red-faced baby boy, all eight pounds and three ounces of him.
I fell back to the bed exhausted as Colton cut the cord and held our little boy for the first time.
I saw his face light up as if he held the secret to the entire universe in his hands, and he turned to me to say, “I love you Lacey Harrington, more than I ever thought possible.”
Oh yeah, we’d gotten married a while back. Long before I began to show. It was a lovely affair, well attended in spite of the scandal our relationship had caused among our wealthy friends.
I reached for James and Colton set him in my arms gently. “I love you too,” I told him, “thank you for this. Thank you for your love and giving me this amazing gift.”
“I should thank you,” he said and brushed a tendril of hair off my sweaty forehead, “you’ve given me the world, Lacey, and I will spend every day of my life showing you how much it means to me.”
He kissed me and James squawked. I fussed over him and the nurse helped me calm him down.
I was too tired for company that night, but Colton allowed our family in to meet James and gush over how amazingly perfect he was.
And I had to agree, little James was as perfect as my life was, and that was pretty much the best it could get.
I couldn’t imagine how life could get any better than it was right then, but I knew Colton would spend a lifetime trying to prove me wrong.
THE END
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I couldn’t believe this level of ecstasy was possible. I carefully watched the four of them move around the bed and position themselves on either side of me. The mattress dipped from the weight of their bodies, but it simply served to make it all feel more real.
This was happening. My ultimate fantasy was unravelling before my very eyes. I didn’t know whe
re to look; everywhere my gaze landed was glorious muscular cowboy after cowboy.
“Is this really happening?” I exhaled softly and tried to keep the stunned expression off my face. “This feels like it’s too good to be true.”
“Is it happening too fast for you?” Clive asked, concerned.
“Not at all, I want it to happen so bad I ache for it,” I replied. “It just feels like a dream.”
“Then lie back and let it happen like a dream, darlin’,” Charlie chuckled and leaned over me, his rock hard cock pressing against me like a reminder of how much I turned them on, and kissed me.
I reached up and ran my hands down his broad, muscular back and moaned. That was all it took, the other three men sprung into action and immediately I felt hands all over my, tugging at my bra and panties, sliding them off until I was as naked as the men.
I sank into Charlie’s kiss, his lips were so sensual and demanding, and I loved the sensation of his stubble rubbing against me.
“Why don’t you grab a cock, sweetheart, I know you’re dying to…I could see it in your eyes from that first interview. The way you looked at each one of us with that hunger and curiosity. Touch us, Morgan,” Clive breathed near my ear and locked his lips on my lobe, sending shivers of pleasure throb through my body.
Charlie thrust against my hip, his thick, swollen dick reminding me what we’re here for. That I was going to be impaled by it, by each one of them, one by one until I couldn’t stand it and I lost myself to the four of them.
I obeyed Clive and wrapped my hand around Charlie’s…and Clive’s. One hand on each and I pumped slowly, feeling the heat and the slight differences between the monsters. I read them like braille, the veins and differences in head shapes.
I sighed and slipped my tongue along Charlie’s in time with the strokes on their cocks. I felt Ty and Harley’s hands on my thighs again, massaging and stroking me sensually until it felt as if every single cell in my body was on fire and I would surely go insane from all the bliss.
I didn’t, though, of course; I rode through the waves as they crashed against my mind, heard Charlie and Clive’s breath harsh against my ear and my mouth as I stroked their massive cocks.
I felt one of the guys, Ty or Harley, slip a finger into my soaking wet cleft and begin to slide along my sensitive clit.
I struggled to see, but Clive and Charlie were blocking the way. Charlie stopped kissing my lips and neck and looked at me with a heated gaze and smirked. “What are you looking at, darlin’?”
“Who’s playing with me,” I gasped as the finger hit my clit dead on and sent lighting-quick jolts of joy through my body.
“Does it matter?” Charlie replied with that lopsided, lazy smiled. “Our goal is to fuck you so good you don’t care which one of us is inside of you.”
As if to prove a point, his hand moved down my body, across my quivering abdomen, and joined whoever it was sliding along my dripping wet pussy. I moaned and twisted as another hand joined theirs. Three of them fingered my wet heat, one of them slid a finger inside, and I squeezed Charlie and Clive’s cocks hard as I pumped them to match the rhythm.
“Oh god,” I exhaled and Clive nibbled my neck, licking and sucking with his ragged breath loud in my ear. “That feels good,” I moaned.
Charlie’s fingers spread my lips wide and Harley or Ty locked his mouth on my pussy and began to suck my clit as I twisted and groaned in pure ecstasy.
“Oh we’re just getting started,” Clive whispered in my ear and thrust against my hand. “The night is young, and we’ve been wanting this for days now. Thinking about it, talking about it, plotting to get you here in bed with us.”
“It didn’t take much,” I sighed and arched my back to open myself wider to the prying fingers and hot mouth on my clit. “I want to suck you, Clive, please.”
“Get up there, you heard her,” Charlie chuckled and I felt his cock twitch. I wanted him next, or Harley or Ty…I wanted all of them, in me and on me, I wanted it all.
Clive straddled my chest and I looked up his ridged, muscled body and his angled, handsome face as he watched me take his thick cock into my mouth.
I licked the ridge and tongued it, wanting to draw in as much as I could manage.
I’d never been that excited about giving head, but the intensity of the moment had me dying to suck cock, to fuck, to get fucked, I wanted to try everything I’d ever read about or seen online. And I wanted Clive to fill my mouth with his hot cum.
It was like I wasn’t even myself anymore; I’d become a different person than I’d been just a week or two ago. If I went back in time and told my old self about this, I would have laughed right in my face.
But here I was, getting it on with four of the hottest muscled cowboys I’d ever met and loving every minute of it.
Clive leaned forward and braced himself on the headboard. He pushed deeper into my mouth, down the back of my throat and almost made me gag with the width and length of his rock hard cock.
Almost. I fought against the urge and let the waves of pleasure radiating out from my pussy relax me, and I took more cock than I ever had in my life. He started to slide in and out, matching time with the fingers inside of me, fucking my face as one of the guys finger fucked my pussy.
I felt so full, so complete and so utterly used and worshipped, like a goddess and a whore at the same time.
It was too much for me to take, Clive picked up speed and I thrust my hips upwards, taking fingers deep inside of me, letting the mouth lock tightly on my clit and the tongue flick madly across it, sending me spiraling straight into my first orgasm.
I thought I was going to pass out from the intensity. I cried out, but it was muffled against the thick cock slowly grinding against my face.
I let go of whoever I was gripping, grabbed Clive’s hips and squeezed my eyes shut as I came, and came, and came.
Clive came with me, his hot cum flooding my mouth as I tried desperately to swallow it, to drink him down.
My body tensed and shuddered as my orgasm reached its peak and I felt all the tension leave my body. I collapsed back onto the bed, Clive’s cock still hard in my mouth and hands still all over my body, inside of me; against me.
Clive withdrew and cupped my face in his hands. I looked up at him with a nervous excitement brewing somewhere in the pit of my stomach.
“You are so damned sexy,” he exhaled and his cock twitched where it was resting between my breasts. “Now who’s next?”
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I didn’t have a chance to ask Caleb anything after the soccer game. He took Lucy and I out for pizza, which seemed perfectly acceptable to her picky palate when it was Caleb suggesting it.
They got along like gangbusters though, and it warmed my heart to see her looking up from my phone more often than not to make jokes with him or to listen to his stories about growing up in Harder’s Mill.
“So how did you decide to move here?” he asked me after we’d devoured the entire meat lover’s extra large with a serving of breadsticks.
I laughed and put my arm around Lucy. She was busy with my phone but I knew she’d remember this.
“Well, things happened in my life that forced me to move,” I said quickly, hoping she’d let me gloss over the frantic escape we’d made from Rolland’s house. “Lucy and I were driving for days without a plan in place. We were having the best time though, just wandering here and there across the country.”
“And somehow you came south?”
“Yup, we decided we wanted to go to Florida.”
“You’re an awfully long ways from Florida.”
“We are, but the car died on us,” I smiled. “We picked Harder’s Mill because we ended up having to leave the car with Smith’s Garage for over a week. By the time we got it back we both decided that we’d like to live here. I enro
lled Lucy in school, found an apartment and then found the job at Virginia’s.”
“Lucky you,” he said, sitting back in his chair and observing the two of us. His eyes settled on me and he gave me a sensuous look that melted my insides and made my pulse thread through my body like a rapid-fire machine gun. “And lucky me.”
I looked down at my soda and picked out a piece of ice. I put it in my mouth to concentrate on slowing my breathing and cooling down.
When I looked up, Caleb was still watching me with that predatory look, like he was about to pounce on me and consume me whole.
“Lucky all of us,” I said and clapped my hands together to break the spell. “Shall we get the bill? Lucy has school in the morning.”
“Certainly,” Caleb replied and snapped out of it. He motioned to the waitress, dropped a few twenties on the tray she brought, and we left.
We parted ways at our vehicles, and I watched him drive his truck ahead of me, going straight when I turned off for home.
It felt wrong to not follow him. It felt like I should be with him in his house, like the three of us should make it a home.
But he was just a friend.
I had to remember that or I was going to be destroyed.
The week passed quickly, I had taken lunch to Caleb a couple days but he hadn’t ordered the last three. I didn’t know why, but I’d heard he might be out of town or doing things with his dad. The town was small enough that rumors flew no matter if people knew the facts or not.
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