She gave a small nod, but didn’t speak.
“You sure?” He prodded again. “It’s not like you to take a nap.”
After expelling a heavy sigh and a yawn, she sat upright. “I was a little tired and thought I’d just sit for a few minutes before switching the laundry around.” Her voice was groggy, her color slightly off.
Probably from sleep, Van thought to himself.
“Guess I fell asleep,” she said with a sheepish grin. “What time is it?”
“Quarter past four,” he answered.
Her eyes grew wide.
“What’s wrong, honey?” He asked with a furrowed brow.
“I’ve been asleep for two-and-a-half hours,” she told him.
He knew his look of surprise matched hers. Gaining his composure, he helped her to her feet. “Well, I suppose you must have needed it, honey. Maybe it was just a matter of time before the four us started to wear you out.” He chuckled and pulled her close for a kiss.
Pulling away from his hold, she announced, “I should probably work on something for dinner. And Justin called this morning and asked if I could start early tonight. Someone called in sick, so I’m going in at six.”
“Fuck dinner,” Van purred and tugged her back against him. “It’s Wednesday, remember?” Nibbling the exposed flesh from Mel’s shoulder to her right ear lobe, he delighted in the all over body shudder he’d created. His hand ventured past the waistband of her shorts to cup one cheek of her butt and gave it a squeeze. “I have been thinking of you all day, you know,” he told her.
“Yeah,” she sighed, dropping her head back. “What about?” She shivered with anticipation. It excited her beyond her wildest thoughts when they spoke dirty to her and their lovers. Her pussy reacted right on cue and flooded with moisture. The tender peaks of her nipples ached and pressed painfully against the lace bra covering them. It surprised Mel just how sensitive and tender her breasts had become over the past few weeks.
“I’ve been thinking of shoving my cock so deep into your cunt that it takes your breath away.” The skin of her neck stung as Van’s teeth sunk into her.
A warm wandering hand found its way under her shirt and massaged her left breast, thick fingers tugged on her ripe nipple begging for his touch.
“Join me in the shower,” Van ordered as he bent and scooped her up in his arms.
Mel’s fingers entwined in his hair, her lips brushed against his as he carried her through their bedroom and into their bathroom.
Setting her on her feet, Van gripped the hem of her shirt and released her mouth long enough to rid her of the garment. With deft fingers he unsnapped the front closure of her bra and her breasts tumbled free. His hands roamed her body, cupping her right breast. Dipping his head he closed his lips around the tight rosy peak.
“Oh, Van,” Mel murmured, fisting her fingers in his hair. “Mmm, that feels so good.”
“It’s only going to get better, baby,” he promised.
Van backed Mel up and into the extra large shower stall and turned on the water. He chuckled deeply when she jumped as a burst of cold spray peppered them from the six strategically placed showerheads.
As the steam rose up around them, Van turned Mel away from him, placing her hands on the tiled wall above her head.
“Don’t move,” he warned, tracing his fingertips along her forearms and armpits, dragging the back of his fingers down the curve of her waist and over the flare of her womanly hips.
Despite the heat of the water showering over them, her body trembled beneath his touch.
Massaging her buttocks, he spread her cheeks and slid his cock between the pale globes. The tight bud of her back entrance tensed as his tip slid over the sensitive flesh. Reaching around with his right hand, Van cupped her left breast and tugged on the pebbled nipple. The fingers of his left caressed her hip and over her belly, and disappeared between the fleshy folds at the tops of her thighs. As he held her against him, Van felt her knees waver as he dipped a finger inside.
“You’re already so wet for me, my baby,” he whispered against the back of her neck. “I need to show you how much I love you. I need to be inside you.”
Mel’s hips rubbed along his groin, stimulating his already fire-hot shaft. Bending his knees he aligned his body with hers, and when he felt her wet heat, thrust forward. Straightening his legs, Van pushed Mel over so her cheek rested against the cool tile of the shower stall.
Leaving his hands on her breast and pussy, his hips jerked, pumping himself deeply inside Mel’s welcoming body. Feeling her moisture drench his caressing fingers made his head spin. The musky aroma of her arousal combined with the heavy smell of sex threatened to buckle Van’s knees. Between his fingers, his gentle pinching, and tugging on her clit had Mel crying out her pleasure, along with his name.
Over and over she begged for release, taking all he had to give her. With relentless strokes, Van plunged into her body until the telltale grip of her body told him she was close. Her hand slid from its place on the wall of the shower to wrap around his teasing fingers between her legs. Her fingers joined his, encouraging him to meet her release.
Knowing Mel reveled in her completion, Van rode the fisting of her tight channel to his own culmination. With a roar, his body shook as he emptied himself inside her hot depths. Feeling the two of them waver, Van released his grip on Mel’s breast and reached for the tiled wall for balance.
“Mmm, that was fantastic,” Van moaned contentedly. “You all right, baby?” he asked, pulling Mel upright.
“Jesus, Van,” she purred, still shaking in his arms.
* * * * *
“Dammit,” Mel growled rifling through the pockets of the jackets hanging beside the front door. “Just fucking great.”
With hands on her hips, she stormed into the kitchen and yanked the cupboard doors open, one by one. Satisfied with what she “didn’t” find in the uppers, she flung open the lowers. Stomping to the chest of drawers of the island in the middle of the kitchen, Mel pulled them out, tossing the utensils all over the floor.
“I don’t fucking believe this,” she sniffled, glaring around the kitchen.
As Van walked through the foyer into the living room, he froze. The accent pillows and the cushions from the sofa were strewn about the room. The drawers of the end tables were pulled out, the coffee table askew. The recliner on the far wall had been pulled nearly ten feet from its usual position.
A slew of uttered curses drew him to the kitchen. His jaw dropped when he entered. Melanie stood in the middle of the kitchen in tears, cursing a blue streak that would make a sailor blush.
Every cupboard door was open, each drawer emptied onto the floor. The microwave, toaster oven, refrigerator, and oven doors were open. It looked as if his kitchen had been ransacked.
“What the hell happened in here?” He demanded, sharper than he intended. “And in the living room… Mel, what the fuck is going on?” Mel continued to cry and curse, and suddenly Van had a terrible thought. Had someone been in their home? Did someone break in and start tossing the place while he and Melanie were making love in the shower?
“I can’t find my keys!” Mel blurted, her eyes darting around the upheaval surrounding her.
Straightening himself, Van raised a brow and cocked his head. “Excuse me?” he asked and walked over the fridge, slamming the door closed. “All this” -- he began flailing his arms, gesturing to the mess -- “for a set of damn keys?”
“Stop yelling at me!” She sobbed harder and joined him in righting the contents of the drawers. “I’m going to be late for work!”
Taking a deep breath, Van attempted to calm himself. This is ridiculous, he told himself, realizing he really had no reason to spout off. “Just take the Porsche, honey,” he offered in a calmer tone. “Your keys will turn up. There’s no need to be so upset about keys.”
“Oh, don’t patronize me, Van Dansk,” she snarled through her tears.
Surprised, Van took a step back an
d mentally replayed their conversation in his mind. Okay, he thought, she’s having a meltdown, but why? “Sweetheart,” he said calmly. “Let’s backtrack, shall we? Where did you go today?”
Sniffling Mel turned to him. “I met Calen for lunch and then came home.”
“Now, take a minute to think.” Coming up behind her, he placed his hands on her shoulders holding her still and leaned close to her ear. “Which door did you come in?”
“That one,” she mumbled pointing to the door leading outside from the kitchen. “I parked my bike in the garage and came in through the backyard.”
Van glanced over to the set of hooks beside the back door, where they all were in the habit of hanging their keys. With a gentle yet firm motion, Van turned Mel so she faced the hooks and felt her body relax as she spotted her key ring, dangling alone from a hook.
In an instant, the sobbing ceased. The sniffling was no more. She chuckled, and, in a tone which was a complete opposite of the one he’d been privy to over the past several minutes, she said, “Oh, there they are.”
Cocking his head in confusion, Van stared down at the top of her head. What the hell?!
“Thanks, Van.” Turning, she stood on her tiptoes and kissed his lips. “Okay, lover, I’ve got to go or I’m going to be late,” she said with renewed enthusiasm.
As if nothing had happened just moments before, Mel went about packing her backpack with her dinner and couple of pieces of fruit, and pulled her denim jacket on. Idly, she chatted about her lunch with Calen and the great deal on prime rib she’d found in a flyer.
For a brief moment, Mel seemed to study the disarray of her tangent. “Mmm, sorry about the mess,” she offered with an apologetic grin and a casual shrug. “Just leave it, okay? I’ll clean it up when I get home.”
Still rather stunned, Van continued to watch her flit about the kitchen. Never before had he witnessed such an outburst from their woman. Yes, they’d all seen her cry, especially in the beginning of their relationship when nightmares plagued her sleep. But, despite her tortured childhood, Mel was a well-adjusted, functioning, and passionate woman. Her playful side kept the four of them hopping, and when she and Calen schemed together devising a practical joke, they were all in trouble. Van admired her ability to remain level-headed, even in difficult situations.
However, at the moment, she was confusing the hell out of him.
“Yoo-hoo, Van?” The soft melody of her voice gained his attention, but he hadn’t heard a single word she’d said. Standing at the counter beside the fridge, her hand waved. His blank blinking curled a sexy grin on her full lips. “There you are.” The husky tone in her voice had the flesh between his thighs springing to attention. “You zoned out on me. Where’d you go?”
Van shrugged. Truly, he had no idea.
Mel crossed the few feet separating them and caressed his bare chest. He sucked in a sharp gasp when her fingertips tweaked his nipples.
“I said, I love you and I’ll see you guys later,” she said and flicked her tongue over one stiff peak. “Have fun tonight,” she called as she vanished out the door.
The sound of Mel’s motorcycle leaving the driveway had Van shaking his head. “Her period must be coming on.” He chuckled.
* * * * *
Upon entering the Taboo Delights nightclub, following their usual Wednesday ritual of playing football, Jake, Calen, Van, and Philip made conversation with a few regulars on the way to their table. Having witnessed their grand entrance, Mel had left a pitcher of cold beer along with chilled glasses in the middle of their table for them.
Jake approached the table first, grabbing her in a tight embrace and dropping his lips to hers. As he pulled away, his deep chuckle moved through her. Mel caught a glimpse of her reflection in Jake’s eyes and chuckled as well. The dazed look on her face clearly alluded to her lack of self-control when in the arms of one of her four lovers.
As the other three arrived at their table, Mel received a kiss on the back of her neck, a tap on her ass, and a blatant caress of her left breast. Her four men surrounded her.
“Get a grip, barbarians,” she muttered, surprised at the huskiness of her voice. Within seconds of their touch, Mel was prepared to pull them into the office in the back and take them all on. “Please,” she murmured, unsure of what she was asking for.
A wolf whistle from the bar dragged her back from losing control right there in the middle of her work place. Glancing between Jake and Van, Mel caught the eye of a couple of regulars.
“Get your grimy mitts off our girl,” Mitch Davis called over with a warm grin.
His boyfriend, Shayne Denton, sat beside him. “Yeah, you guys might have Mel all to yourselves at home, but here, she’s ours.”
The laughter from everyone in the area made Mel’s cheeks heat. Their relationship was common knowledge with the patrons of the club and no one ever seemed the least bit concerned with their public displays of affection.
“Coming, boys,” she hollered back. With a voice only for her lovers, Mel added, “Quite literally.”
“Mmm, that sounds good,” Jake whispered against her lips.
“Hurry back and we’ll see if we can’t do it again,” Philip teased with another pat on her backside.
“And again,” Calen promised.
With a wicked grin, Van whispered a husky, “And again.”
Melanie trembled as their words continued to arouse. “I need to go and check on your wings, guys. Besides, this is my place of employment.” Then she chuckled, wiggling her way from between their hulking bodies. “And jeez, you guys really reek tonight,” she teased.
“Hey, babe, that’s the manly odor of testosterone,” Calen said with a grunt.
“It’s the scent that drives you wild, babe.” Philip grinned, that sexy smirk making her cream her panties.
Truth be told, the odor the four men exuded after physical endurance was primal, animalistic, and drove Melanie right out of her mind. Separately, their individual scents were deliciously overwhelming and sent her body’s response into overdrive. The aromatic combination of all four together was lethal. An aphrodisiac to her libido, it led most Wednesday nights to end in a “group romp,” as Calen had so eloquently worded it one night.
The sex they shared together as group was exhilarating and uninhibited. Within the arms of her lovers, Melanie was encouraged to let loose and be free, to embrace her needs and desires, and to strive for completion. Her love for Jake, Philip, Calen, and Van grew deeper with the passing of each day, and when away from them, the pain she felt throughout her body was nearly unbearable.
Mel also cherished her time with each of her lovers as individuals. It pleased her to learn about each of them separately on a personal level as well as a sexual one. She craved to bring them the same satisfaction they so eagerly showered on her. And she never tired of the excitement she felt at the pleasure her touch brought each one of them.
However, at the moment, her love and desire for them did little to soothe the wave of nausea she felt. Something in the air was turning her stomach, and as much as it pained her to admit it, it was the scent of her lovers.
“Sit down and have a beer,” she smiled and prayed the wave of nausea would subside. “I’ll be right back.”
As Melanie made her way to the bar, the furrowed brow look Mitch and Shayne held on her didn’t escape notice. She stood with her back to the patrons and took a few deep breaths. Justin walked by and set a bottle of water in front of her and gave her hand a squeeze.
“Thanks,” she said before he spoke. Judging by the sympathetic look on his face, she knew she must look like hell. First thing tomorrow, I’m making an appointment with the doctor.
Philip kept an eye on Mel as she served Mitch and Shayne, and a few others that had approached the bar. He didn’t know about his comrades, but he caught the sudden flush of her beautiful face and the glazed look her bright green eyes took on. As she walked out of their embrace, he could have sworn her legs were unsteady under h
er.
Several times, she had disappeared into the kitchen, sometimes returning with orders, most times empty-handed. Although her color had yet to return to normal, the glassy blank look in her eyes had vanished and her smile continued to light up her face.
His fingers ached to touch her, his body wanting her beneath him. Philip wasn’t ashamed to admit his need for their woman sometimes became painful.
The kitchen door swung open and their lover emerged carrying the usual Wednesday night fare of wings and nachos. A couple of minutes earlier Justin, Mel’s coworker, had set a second pitcher of beer on their table.
Mel’s color worried him. Thoughts of the Friday morning before flashed in his mind. And although she hadn’t experienced any more episodes, tomorrow he’d suggest she make an appointment to see her doctor.
She approached their table with a smile that failed to reach her eyes. Maybe she’s coming down with something, he thought.
The conversation continued as Mel set the platters on the table.
From the other side of the table, and over the sound of the crowd, Philip heard Van’s voice holler. “Melanie!”
Followed by an even louder, “Jake!”
Chapter Four
The bright lights as they’d entered the hospital were unsettling. The emergency room bustled with activity and in the five agonizing minutes following their arrival, two ambulances had arrived with paramedics wheeling in patients on stretchers. The sounds of voices, machinery, and general chaos filled the corridors, filtering into the waiting area.
Since the four men arrived at Madison General following the ambulance containing their woman, not one had said a word. Each of them had approached the nurses’ station several times for information on Mel’s status and care, and had yet to be given any answers. In another attempt, deciding the threat of two hulking bodies would be more effective than one, Philip and Van tag-teamed the lone nurse behind the desk.
“Gentlemen, please,” the young woman said with a placating expression. “As soon as we know something about your friend, we’ll let you know.”
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