by Jess Bentley
Then, in seconds, she’s ready for Liam, then Kill. For each of us, she is wet, suddenly tight again, and begging for it. She is the perfect fantasy, the woman we have always been waiting for.
As Timothy takes his place behind her with his long, veiny dick in his hand, I realize that we may have all fantasized about different women, but we have probably forgotten who they were. Now there is only Lola. She is the only woman who could have satisfied us all like this. As Timothy plows her from behind, she shudders and claws at the blankets, bucking forcefully. Her pussy drips as she comes over his dick, her needs barely satisfied by the five hard cocks. She’s not exhausted—she’s exhilarated.
She’s perfect.
Chapter 15
Lola
The next few days—maybe a week?—go by in a blur. With their permission, I gather everything I can about the Carruthers family history. I interview each of them, collecting hundreds of pages of notes. I could write a novel. I could write three novels! Their family is so utterly fascinating. I can’t believe they haven’t been made into a movie yet.
The crazy story is, Whitney and Carty got married about six years ago. But Whitney was afraid that if any of the other brothers found their own wives, there would be less money for her. She was determined to make sure that she was the only woman in any of their lives and began trying to seduce them, one by one.
It didn’t work. The guys are so devoted to each other, nobody would betray Carty like that. But at the same time, they didn’t want to break his heart by telling him what a jerk his wife was, either.
For her part, Whitney was determined to spend every cent she could. She was constantly demanding more money, more jewels, more yachts and trips around the world. She needed to be in the limelight at all times. And needless to say, Carty didn’t really know any of it.
Finally, she realized that she wasn’t going to be able to get between them. And if she couldn’t control them all, eventually all the brothers would find families of their own.
She asked for a divorce. Carty refused. Heartbroken, he couldn’t believe that his true love would want to leave him. But when he would not give her what she wanted, she had to raise the stakes. She told him that if he would not simply divorce her and leave her with half the estate, she would humiliate them all. She would tell everyone that she had cheated on him with each of the brothers, despite the fact that had never happened.
In the end, Carty’s shame almost destroyed him. When he proposed to the brothers that they retreat, just give it all up and hide out, none of them actually thought it was a good idea. But they couldn’t bear to see his pain, and they went along.
The story simply devastated me. These guys loved their brother so much, they gave up their lives for him willingly.
The other thing that gets me is the absolute injustice. How is Whitney walking around with almost half their money, while poor Timothy has had to spend the last three years beating off to virtual girlfriends? How is that fair?
And I don’t mind telling you, it sort of takes a toll on me too. In between writing like a mad woman, I am also servicing five exceptionally horny and virile men. I have sucked so much cock that I’m not sure I have tonsils anymore. My cheeks are permanently caved in. They want to fuck my pussy every chance they get, and when they run out of chances, they will take anything else they can get. Liam and Kill, for instance, like to simply rub up against me. I have never heard of armpit sex before now, but it is a real thing. I guess they got so used to humping the sofa—which it turns out I was right about—that they like to be in any kind of crevice there is. In fact, they enjoy rubbing their hard dicks under my arm while I hold my elbows at my side, both of them coming at the same time, shooting their loads over my tits until I am covered, practically frosted like a cake.
Day after day, fucking and sleeping and writing and eating the most delicious meals I could have ever imagined. This is heaven. This is an absolutely perfect fairytale come true. I wish it never had to end.
But everything has to come to an end.
At some point, the story got so big in my head, and the injustice so overwhelming, I had to let it out. I had to talk to Carty.
I found him in his study, poring over law books. Though of course he no longer practices law, he says that studying cases relaxes him. Whatever.
“Carty?” I ask timidly from the doorway. “Can I talk to you for a second?”
He looks up, startled, then smiles. He scrubs his hair with the palm of his hand, grinning. I can’t help but grin back as I walk up, staring at his handsome face. He looks so different when he is clean-shaven, so breathtakingly handsome that I can’t look away.
“What’s up, Lola?” he asks. “It’s not my day… is it? I’m pretty sure that Liam and Kill asked if they could have you to themselves today.”
“Oh, yeah, they sure did,” I nod, gingerly sitting down. They decided that they both wanted to try fucking me at the same time, taking my ass and my pussy with both of their cocks. We managed to make it work -- more than that, it turned out gloriously -- but I am a little sore.
“Okay, that’s what I thought,” he nods.
I set the laptop down in front of me and tap it with my fingertips.
“What? Is this it? Did you get everything you needed to write about?” he asks cautiously.
“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about,” I begin. “I think people need to hear the story, Carty, I really do.”
His hand wanders to his mouth, covering it. I don’t know what his expression is, but it is definitely not joyful agreement, I can tell you that.
Finally he lets his hand drop and just shakes his head sadly. “No… I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
I raise my hands, palm out.
“Okay, just hear me out, please?” I begin again. I take a deep breath, preparing the speech I already rehearsed. “I know how private you are. And I understand everything that you did. What Whitney got away with is completely unfair. Everybody knows it! She’s basically bouncing all around the world spending your money, living it up, and spitting on your grave. Your imaginary grave, that is.”
He shrugs, his expression guarded. “I don’t have a problem with that,” he answers quietly. “That’s the deal. That’s the price we pay.”
“But see… that’s not fair,” I insist gently, reaching out to touch his hand to reassure him I am not attacking him. “I mean, your brothers would never complain, but they gave up their lives for this. And for what? Really, Carty, for what?”
His expression darkens as he scowls. He pulls his hand away from me and crosses his arms over his broad, chiseled chest. “Everybody agreed, Lola. You don’t know. You weren’t there.”
“But I do know, Carty. I asked them,” I answer quietly. “Your brothers love you so much, and you made a wonderful home for them. I understand why you wanted to retreat… but everybody? Does it have to be everybody?”
He shakes his head and presses his lips together. “I already said no.”
Feeling desperate, I try again. I know how much he’s hurting. I’ve heard it from every single one of his brothers. But I also know that there is so much life left in him. Life that we could live together. We could all live together.
“I want to stay here,” I begin. “But I can’t be a prisoner too. I want to stay here because it’s optional. And then I want us to go on a cruise on the Riviera. I want us to take over a blackjack table in Vegas. Don’t you want that too, Carty? Don’t you want us all to be together, but not dead?”
“What are you saying?” he asks me suspiciously.
“All I want to do is take Whitney down,” I announce, my voice getting stronger with every word. “I want to be with you… with all of you. But I do not want that woman deciding what my life is like. I want to be free. Free to be with you. But free.”
He looks around the room frantically, as though this information had never occurred to him before.
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“And I’m not changing my mind!” I insist. “I love being here. I love… all of this. But I have had enough of crappy people getting away with bullshit. I’m not gonna do that willingly. This is all I’m asking, Carty. This is it. Can we do this?”
“What are you talking about?” he asks again, his voice urgent.
“I’m talking about… You faked your deaths. We can unfake them. You could miraculously come back to life. That’s all. I don’t want to be dead. I want to be alive.”
For a long time he doesn’t say anything. He gets up from his chair and walks twice around the room while I sit, my heart racing, trying to keep my breath even.
Finally he stops by the doorway and stares at me until I turn around to meet his eyes. His expression is guarded, yet monumentally sad.
“If that’s what you want,” he calls out, his voice thick with emotion, “then that’s what we will do. Make whatever arrangements you want.”
“Oh, thank you, Carty!”
He stares at me again, blinking. Just before he leaves, he says, “I really hope you know what you’re doing.”
I really hope I do too.
Chapter 16
Carty
Lola didn’t know we were serious about the helicopter, but of course we were. She descends the staircase in a deep red gown covered in Swarovski crystals, her lips curled into a shy smile. “Is this all right?” she asks sweetly.
Liam swallows hard. “You look amazing,” he breathes, echoing all of our sentiments.
As she comes down the stairs, she glances out the window, confused. “Is there a limo or something? You don’t expect me to try to ski again, do you?”
“You just leave it to me,” Timothy says proudly, offering her his elbow.
Jake comes up from her side, draping a mink stole over her shoulders and fastening it with a hidden clasp. She gasps as her fingers drift over the surface of the fur.
“Is this really mink?” she asks, amazed.
“It’s vintage,” Jake murmurs. “It was our mother’s. It looks beautiful on you.”
“I’m honored!” She smiles beautifully. “You never talk about your parents. She must have been a lovely woman.”
“One of a kind,” Jake sighs as he kisses the top of her hair fondly.
I know that I should offer her some kind of compliment, but honestly she takes my breath away. That plus the mild panic attack that I’m having keep my lips firmly closed.
We all pile into the luxurious, extra-large helicopter, strapping in without thinking. When Lola holds the seatbelts and looks around with questions in her eyes, Liam kneels in front of her to buckle the restraints.
“Don’t be nervous,” he says as the engines wind up, filling the cabin with sound. “Timothy is an expert! We are totally safe!”
“Oh my God!” she yelps as the helicopter begins to take off. Her skin goes ghost white and she claws at my knee through the fabric of my tuxedo trousers.
“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry, I hate flying!” she exclaims.
Giving Liam a signal, I make a suggestion that he understands only too well. In moments, he has her dress over her knees and is taking her legs in his hands to drape them over his shoulders.
“Relax and enjoy yourself!” I suggest loudly as my brother pushes his face between her creamy thighs and begins swiping his tongue over her beautiful, swollen pussy. In moments she is relaxing, moaning as she slumps in the chair. Through half-lidded eyes, she watches the mountains glide by through the window of the helicopter cabin, while my brother eats her snatch as she writhes.
We all watch intently as her face transforms when she climaxes, just as we reach downtown Lake Tahoe. Liam’s timing is excellent, and he leans back, smirking proudly as he wipes her juices from his chin with the back of his hand.
I feel better too, but not completely.
As Timothy pilots the helicopter onto the roof of the casino, I find my stomach in knots. It’s not just that I don’t love flying, it’s that I haven’t seen another person besides my brothers and Lola in years. Literally, not in years.
And I am not convinced that I want to start today. It is only Lola’s assertion that the guys are looking forward to it that gives me the strength to continue.
And apparently, she has a point. My brothers all stare uneasily out the window, barely keeping their excitement in check. She said that they had gone along with my plan just to make me happy, and implied that their sacrifice had been more than I understood.
It looks like she was right. I don’t know how I feel about that. I’m either the luckiest guy in the world, or a complete monster.
The chopper settles smoothly into the target area, just as the sun is going down. With the last rays of light, the lake is serene and deep blue, almost black. It is something I see every day, and I never get over how beautiful it is.
Someone rushes toward the helicopter, hunched over as the rotors slow to a stop. The cabin door suddenly opens, letting in a blast of cold air.
“Lola!” the woman howls. “Oh my God!”
Lola reaches forward, taking the woman’s hand and they embrace fondly, chirping rapidly so that I can’t even understand what they’re saying. But apparently they are friends, and they are very happy to see each other.
“Everybody, this is Nance, my boss…” Lola yells over the sound of the engine winding down. Her cheeks are flushed and she tucks a few stray strands of hair behind her beautiful little ears. "My best friend! Nance… This is Jason, Cartman, Liam, Killian, and Timothy… The Carrutherses!”
“Oh, everybody knows who you are!” Nance smirks, walking forward with her hand extended as we all pile out of the bird.
I shake her hand, instantly disliking her. I don’t care for the sly look in her eyes, or the preening arrogance. This is not a good person. I wonder why they are friends?
“Okay, just dial it down,” comes a voice from behind me. Jake has positioned himself directly behind my left shoulder, whether to rein in my attitude problem or guide me like a guardian angel, I can’t tell.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I sniff as I snap the lapels of my tuxedo.
“You look like you’re going to get in a fistfight,” he warns me, his voice too low for anyone else to hear. “This is your resurrection party, Carty. Why not just try to enjoy it a little bit?”
“Fine,” I growl through clenched molars. “Why don’t we just go get a drink?”
“This way, this way!” Nance announces, with her hand raised over her head.
She gestures us toward the rooftop elevator, as though there was anywhere else we could have possibly gone. It’s not like I’m going to scale down the side of the building, is it?
Lola catches my eye, reaching out to grab my hand as we all walk across the roof together. She holds the fur stole close over her shoulders, keeping it from being snatched away by the wind.
“This is so exciting,” she breathes, her cheeks aflame with excitement. “Nance says there are three hundred people down there! Probably people you know!”
“Steady…” Jake growls in my ear as I begin to object. I swallow hard and force myself to smile.
“That sounds wonderful,” I lie. “I can’t wait to see… everybody… again.”
“It’s going to be wonderful!” she breathes. She stops and pushes up on her toes, reaching up to kiss me with those sweet, pink lips. For just a moment, everything else falls away and it is only us two, alone at the top of the mountains, sharing a simple gesture of our attachment.
But when she pulls away, the noise returns. Desperately, I want to go back home.
With all seven of us, the elevator is actually quite crowded. We stand stiffly, pretending not to see each other’s reflections in the mirrored walls. Liam and Kill tug at their collars of their tuxedos, while Timothy looks absolutely radiant. He definitely seems to be the most excited. Jake hovers over all of us, naturally acting like a combination of father figure, bouncer, and drill sergeant.
I have to admit, his presence calms me.
When the doors open, I’m shocked to see dozens of people already staring at us expectantly. A collective gasp goes up as they realize that in fact, yes, the Carrutherses have come back to life.
The air begins to strobe with flashes as everyone seems to snap a picture at once. I raise my hand to shield my eyes, but then allow Lola to catch my fingers and tug them back to my side.
In the past few years, it looks like everyone has gotten a cell phone, and they’ve gotten bigger again. The LED flashes are so bright, I find myself fighting back a wave of rage.
Lola jiggles my hand affectionately and squeezes it. She steps forward, only slightly wobbly on her still-healing ankle. Gently she pulls me out of the elevator and into the ballroom.
“Mr. Carruthers? It’s me, Chuck, from school? From Wharton?”
“Ah, Chuck!” I call out, searching the faces to see who is talking to me. I do remember someone from business school, right before I switched to law. Was his name Chuck? I thought his name was Chip or something stupid like that.
But before I could find him, another woman crowds forward, an older lady with an arched brow and fluffy, unnaturally colored hair. She holds an old-fashioned notepad and a pen and purses her lips at me insouciantly.
"Mr. Carruthers… Chelsea Wasserman here. Remember me? Would you like to explain the last three years, perhaps?”
“Absolutely not,” I quip, pivoting in the opposite direction.
Sensing a break in the crowd, I plow forward, hoping that Lola or Jake or someone is coming along with me. I need air. I feel like someone has just taken all of the water out of my aquarium, and I’m suffocating on the gravel, unable to breathe or get away.
