“Well, that’s a shame,” I said, huddling into my coat and wishing I had something to cover my bare legs. “But you already made your decision, and I’ve made mine. I’m sorry you don’t agree with it, but that doesn’t change my mind.”
“Amber, please. You can barely order food for yourself. What do you know about being an adult? How are you going to earn money? This is the real world, not a movie. You can stop performing.”
“I’m well aware that this is real,” I said, taking Holden’s hand. “Believe me, it’s very real.”
Waylon’s hard hand closed around my other one. “We’re all adults here,” he said quietly. “And we’re happy to help Amber with anything she might not have learned yet.”
Mom’s mouth opened and closed. “You don’t know what you’re doing,” she said at last.
“This is where I belong,” I said. “These are my partners, and I love them. You can’t change how I feel this time. I’m sorry, Mom.”
She rolled her eyes. “What do you know about relationships?”
“Nothing,” I admitted. “Because you and Dad always picked them for me. But now I’ve chosen my own.”
“This…thing,” she said, gesturing between the three of us, then glaring at Sawyer, who stepped up behind me and slid his arms around my waist. “It’s not a relationship. It’s sick. You should be ashamed of yourselves. My daughter came here for your protection, and instead, you make her into some kind of filthy sexual servant to you?”
“Mom,” I barked, my face burning. “Kindly shut the fuck up. It’s not sick, and it is a relationship. I’m no one’s sex slave. I love them. I want them. I’m sorry you can’t understand that.”
“And you,” she said, narrowing her eyes. “Do you even realize what this means for you? Every potential employer who looks you up online, every time you apply for college, for housing… They won’t see a relationship. They’ll see a teenager who participated in gang bangs.”
“I think you ought to follow your daughter’s advice,” Waylon growled. “And take this. Tell our father we don’t need his help when it comes at a price that high.”
Sawyer held out the envelope, and after a second, Mom, took it. “You don’t deserve it,” she said. “You’re taking advantage of the trust of a vulnerable young girl and using it to violate her in the grossest possible way.”
“Mom,” I said between clenched teeth. “Stop trying to make us feel guilty. Nothing you can say changes the fact that we’re all consenting adults. You want me to be responsible? Fine, I’ll take the consequences when they come. But I’m not leaving.”
“And what happens when you meet the man you want to marry?” Mom asked. “You think any respectable man will marry you now? You’ll be the next Monica Lewinsky. You think she’s had it easy? Who wants to marry a woman whose sex life has been national news?”
“Luckily, mine hasn’t,” I said. “And unless you call Page Six, I don’t think it’s going to be. People around here aren’t like that, Mom. They aren’t politicians just dying for the scent of scandal so they can ruin a person’s career.”
“If someone offers them money for a story they’ll tell it.”
“You don’t get it,” I said. “No one will come out here looking for me. And the people here—it wouldn’t even cross their minds. Believe it or not, there are people in the world who don’t live in constant fear of what the news will be saying about them when they wake up every morning.”
Mom pulled her coat tighter, wincing at the icy wind. “You’re going to regret this,” she said, sounding tired. “It might seem wild and fun now, but you’re going to regret it for the rest of your life.”
“No,” I said, leaning back into Sawyer’s strong chest, squeezing the hands of my two stepbrothers. “You’re wrong. What I’d regret for the rest of my life is going home with you now. Letting the what-ifs and the fear of what other people thought ruin the best thing I’ve ever had. I’d regret giving up on three amazing men to be with a safe choice, a scumbag like Charlie, where it’s all just for show.”
“You could do worse than Charlie Bontrager.”
“But I’ve already done better,” I said, squeezing the two hands I held. “Your life isn’t for me, Mom. I can’t live like that. If I came back, if I tried, I’d be doing it because I was afraid of letting myself be this happy. I’m never going to be a politician or even a politician’s wife. That life would be soul-crushing for me. I’m happy here. If you can’t be happy for me, then you should go.”
Holden and Waylon both tightened their grip, and Sawyer pressed his strong chest against my back, holding me up like a wall.
Mom stepped towards the car. “You can’t marry three men, Amber. There are laws.”
“But there’s no law against loving three men.”
“Fine,” she said. “This was your last chance. If you’re so determined to throw your life away, I give up. I can’t be here to watch. Consider this goodbye permanent.”
With that, she climbed into the back seat, gave her driver directions, and shut the door, closing me out of her life.
18
Amber
I may have been tipsy off the handful of beers I’d had, but the conversation with mom and the cold had sobered me right up. We didn’t let go of each other until the car had crept down the driveway and disappeared onto the main road.
“Well,” Sawyer said, rubbing his chin against the side of my head. “I think it’s safe to say the apple fell far from that tree.”
“Can we go inside?” I said. “I’m pretty sure I have frost bite on my knees.”
Sawyer released me and jogged up the steps to pull open the door. Waylon and Holden held my hands until we were inside.
“Are you okay?” Holden asked.
“I think so,” I said. “I can’t believe I finally stood up to her. Wow. It’s so weird.”
Waylon studied my face. “Is that good or bad?”
“Good, I guess. I feel…lighter. More free.”
Freaking terrified.
“We’re all here,” Holden said. “In whatever capacity you need us. You just let us know, and we’ll give you whatever you need.”
“I think I’m just going to go to bed,” I said. “I need some time to process.”
“You sure you don’t need someone to take your mind off it?” Sawyer asked.
I considered it for a minute, but my mind was too mixed up in the argument with my mother. The guys hadn’t said much, but they’d stood by me. They’d let me fight my own battle while showing me they were there for backup if I needed them.
I smiled and stood on tiptoes to kiss Sawyer’s cheek. “You guys are amazing,” I said. “I feel like the luckiest girl alive.”
He grinned and caught me around the waist, kissing my lips. “Can’t say the luck doesn’t go both ways.”
“I love you,” I said, stepping back and looking at each of them. “I love all of you. I can’t imagine a better life than you’ve offered me.”
“We feel the same way,” Waylon said, his voice rough with emotion.
I turned and wrapped my arms around Holden, laying my head on his chest, where I could feel his heart beating steady and strong. “Thank you,” I whispered. “What you guys did…it means everything to me.”
Holden wrapped his massive arms around me and kissed the top of my head. “You’ve always got a family in us,” he said. “No matter what happens.”
When he released me, I took both of Waylon’s hardened hands in mine. I had to gulp down the swell of emotion rising in me. “Thank you for being there for me.”
“Where else would we be?” he asked, his voice low. His dark eyes fixed on mine, but I no longer saw them as hard and cold. They were deep, like an endless well I could fall down…if I hadn’t already fallen.
*
I lay in bed for a while, staring at the ceiling. Thinking about how I’d become part of the Westling family, just like my mother had wanted when she sent me here. Hell, even their mot
her liked me. She had accepted me in ways my own mother never could. I was grateful, but I also felt sorry for my mom. I wondered if she’d ever loved more than one man at once. If she’d ever given up on love or any other dream because she wasn’t brave enough to follow her heart.
After a while, I got up and crept down the hall. I could hear the guys talking in the living room. I didn’t want to be alone, but I didn’t want to go down and interrupt them. I looked up and down the hall at the three doors where they slept. Waylon’s was closed, but the other two stood open. I hesitated, then slipped into Holden’s room.
I needed Holden’s caring embrace tonight. But once I was between his sheets, knowing he slept there every night, I decided maybe I could use a little forgetting after all. So I peeled off my clothes and tossed them in the corner, then snuggled under the blankets to wait.
I was deep in sleep when a pair of huge hands started roving over my body. The room was still completely dark, but Holden had slipped under the blankets with me. A hard, calloused palm swept gently over my breast, arousing my nipples.
“Somebody’s been sleeping in my bed,” his low, deep voice said.
“And she’s still there,” I said, smiling in the darkness.
“And I’m about to eat her all up,” Holden growled, sliding closer. The whole mattress tilted, and our bare skin pressed together.
“Hey, you can’t mix fairy tales,” I said.
“I can if it’s true,” Holden said, his head slipping beneath the blankets. He parted my thighs and dove between them. His tongue wet me with a single stroke from ass to clit. He moaned and sucked my clit, sending a wave of pleasure coursing through me. I clenched my hands in his hair, raising my hips to meet his mouth.
As his lips teased my clit, my own wetness sprang to life, heating my pussy as his tongue caressed it. He slid it through the folds, moaning again as he tasted every bit of me. The tip of his tongue found my opening, circling it before dipping in. I gasped and raised my hips again, and his tongue entered me, his hands circling my thighs and spreading me open even further. With a tortured groan, he drove his tongue deep into me. The vibration went straight to my clit, then dissolved in shivers of pleasure throughout my body.
I pushed up on my elbows, slipping my hands behind Holden’s head to guide him. The last time we’d done this, I’d been held flat on the coffee table, unable to move. This time, I had control. I rocked my hips against Holden’s mouth, drawing him deeper with my hands. His tongue spread me, straining deeper with every thrust, until I couldn’t hold back. I fell back on the bed, panting helplessly. He slid his hands under me, supporting me as he sucked at my flesh, tonguing me until I couldn’t take it. My fists clutched at his sheets and my whole body went rigid as his tongue thrust into me. My walls clenched around his tongue, which felt huge as it held me open while my pussy pulsed.
At last, I went limp, and Holden let my hips sink back to the bed. He gave a gentle suck and then slid up the mattress, lying on top of me while supporting himself on his elbows. “Fuck, you taste amazing,” he said. “I just want to drown in you.”
“Here lies Holden, drowned in pussy juice.”
He chuckled and licked his lips. “I can’t think of a better way to go.”
I could feel the hot, hard bulge of the base of his cock pressing against my wetness. I didn’t know if I could take any more—my clit was so sensitive I thought I’d scream if he even touched it right now. Another thing I’d have to ask my new best friend, Google.
“Are you ready to go to sleep?” he asked. “I’ll hold you all night if you stay here.”
As soon as the option to put an end to the night’s fun was on the table, I didn’t want to take it. The heat and size of his hardness pressing against me was driving me crazy. I wanted that thing inside me, not going to waste. Sure, I wanted to cuddle all night, but I needed a cock in me first.
“If that’s all you want to do,” I said, squirming under him. I drew my knees up and wrapped my legs around him, letting him feel exactly how wet and ready I was.
“Hm, I’ll think about it,” he said, rolling off me and flopping down on his back next to me.
“You better be kidding, you big tease,” I said, rolling over on top of him. I sat up, straddling his hips. By the moonlight streaming in the window, I could see his teeth when he smiled.
“Yeah, I just wanted you on top.” His hands cupped my breasts, rolling my nipples gently between his thumb and finger.
“You could have asked,” I said, rocking gently against his shaft. “But I’ve never been on top. You might have to help me out a little.”
Holden reached over and switched on the lamp. “I want to see you,” he said, his voice thick with desire. His eyes locked on my breasts, and he slid his hands up my sides before running his thumbs over my peaked nipples. I sucked in a breath, moving faster on top of him, letting my wetness coat his huge shaft. It was so thick I didn’t think it could possibly fit inside me—even now that both his brothers had been there. If anything, he was the biggest of them all, long and nearly as thick as my fist. Running my hand over the velvety head of his cock, I couldn’t help but gulp.
Holden reached down, taking my hand and guiding it to his enormous shaft. “Let me feel you put it in,” he said, his voice rough with desire. “I’ll teach you the rest.”
I pressed the head against my opening, straining to get it in. Holden’s hands closed around my hips, and he drew me down, lifting his hips to force it in. I gasped as he entered me, stretching my opening. My hand ran along the length of his shaft. So much left to go.
“Relax, Goldilocks,” he said. “I’m just the right size.”
I laughed, my tension easing. I marveled at my body, how it could lock him out or let him in when I was ready. Watching in fascination, I guided him deeper, sliding his cock into my straining pussy one inch at a time. Holden lifted his head, breathing hard as he held my hips, drawing me down onto him. At last, the final inch strained through my opening, and I cried out at a shock of pain deep inside.
“What happened?” he gasped. “Are you okay?”
“I think you just hit my cervix,” I said.
“Need to stop?”
“No.” I lifted up slowly and sinking back down onto him, gasping at the twinge of pain when he buried his cock to the hilt in me…and the surprise that I kind of liked it. “Help me,” I breathed, rising and sinking again.
Holden took my hips and began to help me move, at first slowly and then faster as I got used to having him inside me. Once again, he taught me how to ride. With his cock straining to split me open, I felt like I was on the verge of something, as if this were the final step to seal the fate I’d chosen. I was his now, and he was mine. There was no going back to New York—no going back to my old life. I’d let all three of my stepbrothers fuck me. I was going to keep fucking them, and loving them, and giving them everything I had, for as long as I could. So I cast off the last of my inhibitions and owned my new life, taking it into my hands as I took my last cock—completely and willingly.
I was free of the past, and this was my future. I kept going, even when I didn’t know where it would lead or if I was doing it right, even when it came with a little pain. I had more love than I knew what to do with, and that made it all worth it. With a cry of bliss that went through my entire body and deep into my soul, I closed my eyes, threw my head back, and rode my cowboy.
The End.
Epilogue
Amber
Four Months Later
At the sound of the guys’ truck approaching the house, I ran from the kitchen to the living room, diving onto the couch. My bare skin slapped the leather with a loud splat, like when Haley’s brother had tricked me into doing a dozen belly flops into the pool when I was little. He’d told me I just wasn’t doing it right, and if I did, it wouldn’t hurt. Looking back on it, I’d been way too trusting.
It only took one belly flop onto the couch to know I didn’t want to do that again. My bell
y tried to slide when I hit, but my skin stuck to the leather cushion. I squealed in pain, sucking in my stomach and wriggling free. Crap, now I’d have a leather burn. I’d definitely suffered a few carpet burns, but I figured that was just part of life as the girlfriend of three horny cowboys who sometimes liked to come in from working and get busy in a hurry.
They’d been at the neighbor’s ranch, helping plow the fields all day, and now they were in for a surprise. I squirmed around, trying to get into a sexy position. Lying on my belly, I propped myself up on my elbows, bending my knees and crossing my feet primly at the ankles. Checking over my shoulder, I surveyed my ass, flexing it a few times. Did it look sexier tensed or relaxed?
I heard the truck door slam outside, and my heart raced with anticipation. I hadn’t seen my men all day, and I was getting all tingly just thinking about them devouring me. I dangled a bunch of grapes over my head and opened my mouth in a way that hopefully looked sexy and not like I needed the Heimlich maneuver.
Heavy footsteps sounded on the steps—definitely Holden’s—and the murmuring of their low voices had me just about screaming with excitement.
The door swung open, and Haley stepped through.
My mouth snapped shut just as hers fell open.
“Oh my God,” I shrieked, leaping off the couch and flinging the grapes across the room as grabbed for the blanket on the back of the couch. I hugged it in front of me as reality sank in. Haley was here, in the flesh.
I dove for her, but my foot came down on the edge of the blanket. Lurching forward, I barked my shin the coffee table, took another step, and sprawled across it. The blanket slid across the surface, and I tumbled to the floor on the far side of the table, landing in a heap of naked shame in front of the four people I loved most in the world.
“You kinda stole my thunder there,” Haley said. “I was going to make an entrance.”
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