by Dani April
“Oh, that feels so good,” she purred with her eyes closed.
“Bet you never thought you’d have three brothers making love to you.”
She laughed. Another jolt of energy went through her as his cock stroked her clit and made her wiggle her hips again. “That’s one thing even the likes of Chrissie Murphy never imagined.”
“You ready for me to go inside you, honey?”
“Silly, I’ve been ready for the last ten minutes.” She laughed, opening her eyes and looking down her body at his angry-looking cock that was about to impale her body. She moaned again. She was all lubed up and ready for him.
He moved his hips against her with a controlled confidence. His member slipped inside her wet sex and slowly penetrated. He took his time and let her get comfortable with him inserted in her pussy. His strokes were slow but firm, spreading her pussy lips wider as he delved deeper.
“Oh God yes, that’s good.” She moaned and moved her knees up higher to give him better access to her.
“I want to see you, Chrissie,” he told her running his hands up her body and beneath her shirt, finding her swollen nipples and teasing them with his touch. “Baby, your body is so beautiful. You’re so warm and wet. You feel so good…”
She reached down and took the shirt off over her head. He slowed his thrusts briefly as she settled underneath him once again. Then he fell on top of her naked body and took her nipples in his mouth. She reached down and ran her hands over the surface of his tightly strung buttocks and urged him to go deeper and harder.
He came up to her mouth, and their lips locked. “I love you, Chrissie Murphy, Superstar,” he told her.
“I love you, Brad Hudson, Average Joe,” she moaned back against his kiss.
Then he found her G-spot and was stroking back and forth outrageously. She almost choked on the pleasure this brought her. “Oh yes, darling…right there. Don’t stop, oh please more! Yes, more!”
She wrapped her legs around his back and wrestled him across the bed. He laughed at her determined fight. First she was on top of him, and then he rolled her back over against the mattress and was over her. They played with each other in this way, all the time their nude bodies were bucking and heaving against one another.
At last they rolled off the bed and fell onto the floor in a heap, the bedclothes falling down with them and on top of them, covering them under their warm embrace from head to toe.
This was another moment when they both shared a good laugh together. Though he was still lodged deeply in her canal, neither of them could stop laughing. Here they were on the cold wood floor of the bedroom completely covered with the blankets from the bed over them, and they couldn’t stop laughing even though both their swollen sexes continued to bump and grind against each other.
“I feel like a teenager,” he told her.
“This isn’t what teenagers do,” Chrissie corrected him, tears of laughter still streaming down her face.
“Why? What do movie star teenagers do?”
“You don’t want to know.” She opened her mouth to his to stop further questions.
Her legs were scrunched up beneath her arms, and he had penetrated her to the hilt. Each time he arched his hips into her, his cock plunged to the top muscles deep inside her body. She began grinding her hips back at him in rhythm.
“Darling, I’m about to come,” she warned him. “Promise me no matter how loud I scream, you won’t stop.”
“So I’m free to ravage you completely?”
“You got it.” She panted in uncomfortable breaths as her climax built with the forward motion of his hips.
She took hold of the blankets surrounding them on the floor, her body tensing with alarm. The blankets were not substantial enough to hold onto. She searched out his body beneath the dark valleys of the covers and clung to him tightly. She knew she pinched his arms so tightly she was probably leaving a mark, but she didn’t care at that moment. All she could focus on was the budding tension between her thighs and inside her pussy as he increased the duration and speed of his thrusts to accommodate her, to drive her over the edge and off the cliff.
For the second time that night, she thought she was going to die. Her heart hammered in her chest until she thought it had stopped. She moved her head back and forth, the floorboards hard against her. How could she have let this happen to her again so soon after the last cataclysm had rocked her world only an hour before?
She knew she loved these guys. That was the only sane answer in a world suddenly spinning with insanity, more so with each giant thrust he took up into her body.
“Ahhhhhh…” she screamed out from beneath the covers. Her orgasm overwhelmed her, and the tension echoing from her pussy muscles sent her momentarily mad.
Her body went numb, and she was barely aware of his ejaculation inside her. When it was over he took her in his big, muscular arms and kissed her until she went to sleep.
* * * *
She caught him, dragging him back down to her as he was trying to get up to leave. “No you don’t,” she told him. “Scott already left me tonight. Don’t you try and pull that on me as well.”
“Sorry, baby.” He wrapped his arms back around her. They were still naked and on the floor, the fallen mess of the bed clothes still entwining their bodies together.
“I talked to my dad tonight,” she told him after a few moments of silence and peace where all she did was listen to the steady beat of his heart inside his chest.
“I bet he was relieved,” Brad said through a sleep-filled voice.
“He wasn’t,” Chrissie told him. “He was angry.”
“He was angry at you?”
“No, he was angry at you.” She stirred restlessly at his side. “He thought you had kidnapped me.”
“Why?”
“He has his own ideas about everything. He never listens to a thing I have to say. Sometimes I wonder if he even cares about how I really feel. I’m expected to act a certain way all the time. If I don’t act that way, then something is wrong with me.”
“I use to listen to some of his country western music when I was a kid,” Brad told her. His hand had now run around from her waist to her breast and was gently stroking her.
“Yeah, he had one hit song about twenty years ago,” Chrissie told him. “After that he focused all his energy on my career. He had me dancing in shows when I was three years old.”
“Chrissie?” Brad asked her. “Maybe you didn’t want to be famous? Maybe your dad was driving your career for you all the time?”
“He was,” she admitted. “But it’s not so bad. I have a lot to thank him for. I mean I am rich and famous at twenty-one. Every other girl in the world would trade places with me if they could.”
“I just wish they could,” Brad told her.
“I liked all the interesting people I met and the fans screaming at me when I’d come on stage,” Chrissie said, enjoying what he was doing with his hand. “But I got burned out of all that. I don’t want it anymore. I think I had enough of that lifestyle to last me forever. The thing is, until I met you guys, I didn’t know another life existed but the one I had.”
Brad smiled and leaned over her to give her a loving kiss. “I just had a crazy thought.”
“What?” She smiled back up at him.
“I’d like to take you back home to meet our mom. I think you would like her.”
“If I was a normal girl, I’d like to go home and meet your mom.” She pushed away from him and sat up. Her muscles ached from the intense sex and also, she guessed, from having slept several hours on the floor.
“It’s getting light outside,” she said, looking out through the window.
Pushing herself to her feet, she walked naked across the room to look out at the first light of the new day. The first rays of the sun were just touching the mountaintops. It was gorgeous. She looked up to the sky and saw the last flicker of stars far above. Everything looked so big and open out there. The world looked lik
e it would be a happy place and full of opportunity for love and joy. She felt a shiver run through her when she thought she would never be a part of that world.
Brad didn’t bother to retrieve his clothes either and walked over to stand at her back. He put his arms around her shoulders, and she gladly accepted them and savored the feel of his hard and warm body nestled against her back. At least she had this time and this one precious moment, she thought. This was pure happiness what she had right here, and what she’d had ever since the brothers rescued her.
Something snapped in her then, and she made a decision that she knew would change the rest of her life. But it was better than going back to the hotel and thinking about killing herself again.
“Will you guys run away with me, Brad?” she asked him, so tense now that she did not even bother to look back at him. Her question hung in the air for a moment.
“Would that really work, Chrissie?” he asked, sounding unsure.
“Don’t answer my question with a question,” she shot back at him, a touch of anger in her voice. “Will the three of you run away with me?”
“Yes, Chrissie,” he told her. “If that’s what you really want, I’ll run away with you. I can’t speak for my brothers, but I think they’ll be with you as well. We love you. You’re a part of us now. I don’t think there’s anything we wouldn’t do for you.”
“We could go someplace far away.” She smiled as she spoke and her thoughts became very far away. “We’ll go someplace just as beautiful as here and live as a family for the rest of our lives.”
“Is that what you really want? To give up the life you’ve got for three rough-and-tumble brothers from a family of carpenters and construction workers?”
She kissed his arm that held her so firmly. “Yes,” she told him. “I want that more than anything I’ve ever wanted in my life.”
“You’re scaring me, Chrissie.” He nuzzled her hair with his chin. “Because I really think you might be serious.”
“Never more serious, lover,” she whispered back into his ear, turning her face to let him caress her cheek with his own. “You should know I’m just doing this out of pure selfish motives because I’ve become so addicted to you all during this time. You three are better than drugs, and I don’t have the strength to give you up.”
“I’m glad to hear you say that because I haven’t the strength to give you up either.” He ran his fingers through her hair, combing it down past her shoulders. “I’ve become pretty addicted to you also.”
She closed her eyes at his touch. “Maybe you just like fucking a movie star.”
“No, I just like making love to Chrissie.” He kissed the top of her head. “But you should know if you go away with us, we don’t have very much money. It’ll be tight for a while.”
She brought both his arms fully around her waist and held them there. “I want to make love to you and your brothers every day for the rest of my life…to feel you inside me…”
“We want the same.”
“And don’t worry about money, lover,” she told him as she watched more sunbeams shine down on the glory of the mountain peaks outside the window. “I’ve got accounts all over the world. We won’t ever have to worry about money.”
“We’re not going to let you support us, Chrissie,” he assured her. “But we’ll save that conversation for after we’ve made it far away from here.”
“That world out there is so beautiful,” she told him. “And with you guys in my world, there are so many possibilities.”
“I should take a shower and get dressed,” he told her.
“Do you have to?” She wanted to beg him to stay and take her one more time before the sun came up.
“I have to,” he told her. “I promised Scott I’d help him finish plow the drive this morning. We’re going to need it cleared off if we want to make our getaway.”
She turned around to him. He took her fully into his arms. She leaned against his body, breathing in how he smelled in the early-morning chill of the air. “Hold me for five more minutes? Then I’ll let you go.”
“Anything you say, darling.”
“When we leave, where do you want to go, to a warm or a cool climate?”
“Anywhere we can buy a bed big enough to make love in without falling on the floor.”
She laughed, and he cradled her tighter against his body. “Don’t laugh,” she told him. “We did all right on that uncomfortable old floor last night.”
“Almost wore a hole in it,” he told her.
She sighed and wrapped her arms around his back. “I really do love you, Brad Hudson,” she told him and dreaded letting him go even long enough to plow the drive for them.
Chapter Ten
Chrissie went to take a shower. She had the cabin to herself. The guys were all three outside clearing off the last of the snow blocking in the drive. In the shower, she ran the water hot and long, washing off the sticky remnants of the sex from the night before. Her body felt well used, sore all over, but also delicious like she had just accomplished a particularly strenuous workout in her gym back home. She suspected she had experienced a rush of adrenaline akin to what runners described when they were in the zone. She had certainly had a very physical night in the bedroom with her guys. Washing between her legs, she found her lips were still swollen and sensitive to the touch. She smiled as the images from the last night replayed in her brain.
After the shower was over, she wrapped a large bath towel around her body for cover and went out to the front room to wait for her hair to dry. She turned on the giant-screen TV and flipped channels with the remote. At that early hour of the morning, there was nothing good on. She briefly lingered over a morning news show, but it was too depressing, so she quickly found the entertainment news channel and left the TV tuned to it with the sound muted. She was hoping to catch up on some Hollywood gossip. A celebrity herself, she also liked to see what was being said about the other celebrities, most of whom she knew personally or had at least met before.
Then she went out to the kitchen to scavenge for breakfast. She didn’t feel like actually preparing herself anything substantial, mostly because she didn’t know how. Chrissie had spent little time in the kitchen in her life. She found some bread rolls the guys had already placed out and reached in the refrigerator for some jam to spread over them. She reached back inside the well-stocked refrigerator for a half-full pitcher of orange juice. When she turned to pour herself a glass, the pitcher slipped out of her hand and shattered in a hundred pieces on the floor. Peaches and Cream heard the crash and ran to stick their noses around the corner to see what was going on.
“Shit!” Chrissie cursed. “Damn it! It’s all right, babies. Mommy just spilled the orange juice,” she told the little animals watching her with big eyes.
No, she definitely was no good in the kitchen. Already left alone in it for less than five minutes and she had made a mess. She was certain the guys had a broom or some such tool with which to clean up with, but she had no idea where they might have kept it. Basically, the only thing she knew about their kitchen is where the ketchup was.
Damn it! She would have loved to make breakfast for the guys and have it waiting for them when they got back from working. Well, that was going to have to wait because evidently she couldn’t even make breakfast for herself.
She found some paper towels placed on the counter and tore off a dozen of them to help her wipe up the spilled juice on the floor. She bent down to the spill and let the towels absorb the juice on the floor. After she had completely soaked several of the small paper strips she was becoming impatient and got to her knees and started wiping up the mess in big strokes.
All the while she was still wearing the bath towel over her body and nothing else. The kitchen disaster was delaying her from changing into her clothes. When she took too big of a swipe with the towel on the floor, a glass shard from the shattered pitcher caught her right index finger and tore a shallow, jagged cut down the middle.
“Damn it again!” she yelled. Apparently she couldn’t do anything by herself. She felt totally helpless and grossed out by the blood trickling down her finger.
Now she was going to have to find a bandage to wrap up her finger with. It was harder than she thought it would be without the assistance of serving people.
She was running warm water over her cut finger, scrunching up her face at the sight of the free flow of blood down onto her palm. Turning around, she saw Ethan standing in the doorway watching her.
“Good morning.” She smiled over at him. He looked particularly handsome as the early-morning light shining in the window at his back silhouetted his rugged outline. “Sorry I made a mess out here.”
She realized he didn’t look happy. He was never the bright and chipper type, but this morning he looked to be in a particularly dark mood, almost like how her daddy looked when he was really angry about something. He didn’t say anything for a long moment, and that only added to the feeling of an approaching storm.
“What the hell are you doing with my brothers, Chrissie?” he finally asked.
“So I guess Brad told you about our plan?”
“Just go sit down at the table before you kill yourself,” he told her, making her feel like a scolded child. However, she did as he told her and took a seat. He took a broom and dust pan out of a closet and stooped over the spilled orange juice on the floor, not even bothering to look at her. “You are one selfish little bitch,” he told her.
Chrissie felt a stab of pain at his words. She secured the towel she was wearing under her arms, feeling way underdressed to speak to him. “All right, so you don’t want to go away with us,” she told him, trying to keep the hurt feeling out of her voice. “So don’t go. Brad wants to go with me, and I’m pretty sure Scott will, too, when I talk with him. We don’t need you anyway.”
“Where in the hell do you think you’re going?”
“We don’t know yet. We’ll make it up as we go.”
