by Amanda Rose
“Flynn,” I moan when he runs a finger across me and then slowly rubs circles around my clit.
“Are you on protection, Elsie?” he asks me, pulling me up to look at him and kissing me gently as I nod. “Do you trust me?” he asks, pulling his finger away, and I answer by moving my hands and undoing his trousers, letting them fall to the ground and happily seeing that he has no underwear on. I take his thick length into my hand, slowly rubbing up and down him, enjoying his muttered curses before he kisses me. Flynn moves my hand away, grabbing my hips to move me closer to the edge of the table. He doesn’t wait as he thrusts into me and at the same time I swing my head back and moan as he pulls me closer, moving harder and faster inside me.
“Fuck, you feel amazing,” he groans, holding my hips and looking down at me, before he reaches down and runs his tongue around my nipple and making me orgasm.
“Flynn,” I moan and he picks up the pace, pounding into me before he bites gently down on my shoulder as I feel him finish inside of me. We don’t move for a long time, both of us breathing heavily, and he gently kisses me.
“Same time tomorrow, Elsie, there is no way we aren’t doing that again,” he says and pulls out of me, pulling his trousers up. I chuckle a little as I step off the table. I pull my underwear and leggings on, and walk across the room to grab my jumper.
“No offence, but as much as that was a good fuck, it was just a onetime thing, Flynn. To get rid of some of the tension,” I tell him and pull my jumper on as he gives me a surprised look.
“I don’t think any woman has ever turned me down for seconds before.”
“First time for everything, then,” I laugh as I walk to the door, unlocking it and walking out. Once is perfectly acceptable to get rid of the tension, but if I let myself keep sleeping with him, I don’t think I’m going to want to stop.
CHAPTER SIX
Elise
“Can I join?” I hear as I raise my head above the water and rub the water out my eyes as I look over at Max standing near the edge of the pool in only his swimming trunks. Max has his glasses off, and I try to keep my attention on his eyes and not the v dip on his stomach and the rest of the amazing body I can see he has.
“Sure,” I say, my voice squeaking, and I mentally cringe when he smiles and lifts his arms, before diving in the pool. I hold my hands up to protect my eyes as the water splashes me, and Max comes up from the water a few inches away from me.
“I thought swimming in the middle of the night was my thing,” he says with a small laugh, wiping his face.
“I wanted to come when I was sure no one was around.”
“Or you’re avoiding us, which I get it if you are.”
“Not avoiding but–”
“I know,” he chuckles.
“Why don’t we race?” he asks me, nodding to the end of the pool.
“I’m fast,” I warn as we swim to the edge, and I place my feet against the wall, just as Max leans closer.
“And, I like to play dirty,” he says and shoots off into the water, splashing me, so I can’t see.
“Cheat,” I shout and then start swimming after him and to the other side, I quickly turn at the end and swim back to where we started, but I was way behind Max who is leaning against the wall with his arms crossed and wearing an amused expression.
“That wasn’t fair,” I say as I stop in front of him, and he tilts his head to the side.
“I could say that it’s not fair that the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen is my stepsister and off limits. Life isn’t fair,” he tells me, the conversation switching from playful to serious as I move closer.
“You think I’m beautiful?” I ask gently, placing my hand on his chest.
“Very, Elsie,” he tells me, mimicking my soft tone. I move my hand a little and feel a scar raised over his chest. It’s a long line that stretches up to his neck.
“How did you do this?” I ask him, breathing slowly as he places one of his hands on my hip.
“It was . . . well, it happened the day my mum died. There was a car accident, I was driving and needed surgery to fix this,” he tells me.
“I’m sorry, Max,” I tell him, thinking of the photo I saw in the hallway of the dark-haired woman.
“A stupid man who was too drunk to drive, slammed into the back of our car, and we went off a hill. I don’t remember much, only little bits, but the doctors reckon that mum would have died instantly and not felt anything.”
“Was he charged?” I ask.
“No, he was released with only a warning because he had no previous incidents. So, Ezra found him and beat the crap out of him for it. Then he was arrested and charged to a year in prison.”
“That’s not right. They shouldn’t have let the drunk man go and done that to Ezra,”
“Ezra nearly killed him, and would have if Dad and Flynn hadn’t found him and stopped him,” he tells me.
“Ezra seems dark and troubled. It makes sense now.”
“You’re too good and sweet to be around us, Elsie, if you knew what we wanted with you.”
“What do you want?” I ask him, moving my body closer so it brushes up against his, and he closes his eyes, and then moving us so my back is against the wall. I wrap my legs around his hips.
“I want take that tiny bikini off and fuck you in this pool. Then take you back to my room and fuck you again,” he tells me, pressing himself into me and moving his lips close to mine.
“I’m not stopping you,” I whisper against his lips, and then he kisses me, wrapping his hands around my back and pulling me closer. I almost whimper when he pulls away and lets me go. He places a finger against my lips, and I hear the door to the room being opened.
“Max, are you in here?” I hear John shout, and I duck under the water a little as Max swims around me and pulls himself out of the pool.
“Yeah what’s up?” he asks.
“The wi-fi isn’t working, and the electric is playing up. I think it’s the storm. Can you come and have a look?”
“Yeah sure, I’ll be right up,” he says.
“I can wait, here’s your towel” I hear John reply, and I wait until I hear them both leave the room before resting my head back against the wall of the pool and look out the window at the falling snow, with thoughts of Max and his kisses keeping me warm.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Ezra
“What are you doing in here?” my dad asks as I stand in my mother’s and his old bedroom. The room hasn’t changed much in the five years she has been gone. It’s on the second level, and I’m more than thankful that Dad chose to have him and his new wife move into the rooms upstairs. I run my hand over one of her scarves that’s hung on a chair next to the dressing table.
“I don’t know,” I tell him honestly. I think seeing my dad move on is making me miss her more than I usually do.
“I miss her every day, too,” he says, coming into the room and walking over to a shelf near the bed. I watch as he pulls the jewellery box off the shelf and sits on the bed.
“Come here,” he tells me, and I walk over and sit next to him. He opens the jewellery box and pulls out a red, crystal necklace that I saw my mum wear sometimes.
“Why don’t you and your brothers give this to Elsie?” he says and places the necklace in my hand.
“If you want us to.”
“Yes, son,” he says as he stands up and puts the jewellery box away. I wonder if he has noticed how much we like Elsie and not as a sister. My dad isn’t stupid. He never has been, so it wouldn’t surprise me if he knew. I was surprised that Elsie was so okay with being shared between us. We’ve shared women for a night, or sometimes a little longer, but usually they take a little persuading to be okay with more than one of us. Most woman like to have one of us to themselves, or at least that’s how it’s been.
“Elsie was looking for you,” he tells me, and I nod, slipping the necklace into my pocket and walking out of the room, leaving my dad standing looking around. I rub m
y hands down my face when I get outside the room and pull the door shut behind me. It takes me a second to walk away, like I know I need to as my mum wouldn’t want me being sad over her not being here. I glance at the photo on the wall of her, with her big, kind smile and the loving glance she gave my dad. She was so in love with him and he with her. I never knew what it was like to feel something more for a woman, not just sex. That’s how it’s been with every woman I can remember being with and none of them lasted more than a week. Then there’s Elsie, and I don’t want her to walk out of my life like the others I pushed away. I want her to stay, and it’s messing with my head because I don’t think she has any plans to stay. She has to go back to her life at some point.
“Hey Elsie, is making gingerbread, and then we are attempting to make a house with it. Want to help?” Max asks as he walks towards the stairs and spots me. I nod and follow him down to the kitchen, where Elsie is fanning two trays full of gingerbread.
“Why?” I ask, and she laughs. I watch as she tucks a little piece of her soft-brown hair behind her ear, and her blue eyes look over the counter at me.
“Tradition. Or at least it was for me. I’ve never been any good at getting the gingerbread to stick together,” she says.
“I’ll make the icing,” Max says, and Flynn helps him find the icing sugar as I walk over to Elsie. I love how her breath hitches when I place a hand on her lower back and lean over the gingerbread.
“Smells amazing,” I say, and she nods, looking flustered and cute. I chuckle as I lean over and kiss her cheek.
“Can I try some?” I whisper to her, watching as she nods and parts her lips ever so slightly. I wonder if she is thinking about more than just food like I am. I chuckle a little as I look down at the gingerbread and break a tiny bit off the end. I try it, and it’s delicious.
“What do you think?” she asks, breaking a little bit off for herself and eating it.
“I’m really impressed. I didn’t know you could cook,” I comment, and she nods.
“I like cooking, and my ex used to say I made lovely food,” she says. I try to ignore the sharp pang of jealousy I feel when she mentions her ex-boyfriend. I know she has dated before, but it doesn’t change the feeling of wanting to hunt them all down and kick their asses for touching her.
“How long were you with him?” I ask her, watching as both Max and Flynn listen closely to the conversation as they mix the icing sugar, butter, and a little water. I’m sure they want to know about her past as much as I do. We don’t know a whole lot about her past life, and it doesn’t matter, but I want to know.
“We were friends first and then dated for seven months. I don’t really get what happened between us, but I have the feeling he just didn’t want to settle down. The sad thing was, we lost the friendship we had,” she says. I’ve never had a girl that was a friend, especially not one as hot as Elsie. I bet the fucker wanted more than a friendship. I bet that was all he wanted but wouldn’t tell her that. Some of my mates have tried being friends with girls they like and hope that it becomes more. Most just get friend-zoned and then have to move on.
“Well, I’m glad he was an idiot and let you go,” I tell her honestly. I think even if she turned up here still dating someone, there would be no way I could ignore what I feel for her or how hot she is. This snow storm was the best thing that’s happened in a long time because I think if we weren’t all trapped together, she would have avoided us as much as possible.
“Why?”
“Because you’re ours now, Elsie,” I tell her, and she smiles a little. Max winks at me as he brings the icing over, and we cut the gingerbread as it’s cold enough. It takes a while, but we kind of make a house.
“It looks like it’s a derelict building that’s about to collapse,” I laugh, and Elsie puts her hand in the icing sugar and throws a bit at me.
“Shh, you. It’s not that bad, I mean we can add sweets to make it look nicer,” she comments, and I look down at the house and back up at Max who widens his eyes. If we add sweets to it, it’s just going to collapse. I pick up some icing sugar, and she steps away. Best to distract her.
“Oh, you’re not going to do that,” she says, holding her hands up.
“I am,” I chuckle and throw some at her, before stepping closer and pulling her into my arms. I kiss her, loving how sweet she tastes and how she lets herself sink into the kiss with me.
“Sweet Elsie,” I whisper as she looks up at me. I don’t remember ever being this playful around a girl or wanting to be. Elsie makes me want to be with her. Not just sex, no, actually spending time with her even if it’s making silly, gingerbread houses.
I want her.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Elise
“Merry Christmas, sweetheart,” my mum says loudly as I walk into the lounge and look over at the fake white Christmas tree that has appeared overnight and the dozens of presents that are underneath it.
“I forgot to bring your gifts down, I’ll go and get them,” I say as I turn around, and my mum laughs.
“No need. You can give them to us later,” she says, waving a hand at me.
“Morning,” I say to the guys when Ezra pats the empty seat between him and Flynn. I sit down, watching as John gives my mum a present, and another, and another. I think I spend at least half an hour watching her open a selection of expensive presents before John hands one to me.
“This is for you, from me and your mum,” he says offering me a small, blue box. I untie the ribbon and open the box, seeing a door key in the middle.
“A key?” I ask.
Mum replies, “To a new apartment in London. It’s lovely and close to your university,”
“I can’t accept this, it’s way too much. I mean, I bought you socks,” I say, closing the box and trying to hand the key back. John simply shakes his head.
“No, I own the building, and that apartment has been empty for years. You would be doing me a favour by taking it, Elsie. It’s a nice building,” he tells me, being all reasonable when the apartment he is giving me must cost a fortune. Anything in London does, let alone an apartment so close to the centre.
“I have to pay you rent then, or something.”
“We will discuss that later, if you wish,” John says and gives my mum a smile.
“This is for you,” Mum hands me another box, this time it’s larger and white. I open it up to see an expensive-looking handbag that’s bright-red and Gucci by the looks of it.
“It’s exclusive, so only you will have one.”
“Err, thanks,” I smile, wanting to be grateful but knowing the bag is so expensive that I’d be worried about taking it out around London. I’m more of a hoodie pockets kind of girl anyway, or at least that’s where I store the stuff I need to take outside.
“These are for you,” my mum says as she gets three blue boxes out from the tree and hands them to the guys. I watch them open the new iPad she has bought them, and then the clothes and gift cards from their dad.
“We all got Elsie something, but it’s upstairs, why don’t we take her to get it?” Max asks my mum, who sips on her wine and nods.
“Okay, go and have fun, but dinner will be ready at five.”
“I’ll bring my presents down for you then.”
“Sure,” she waves me off, and John turns the television on as we all leave the room. I feel Ezra place his hand on my back as we walk up and then take a right down the corridor, stopping at the room opposite mine. Flynn opens the door, letting me in. The room is the same as mine but clearly a guy’s room with the black sheets, huge bed, and dark-blue curtains. There’s two wardrobes, a bookcase, and a large TV opposite the bed.
“Whose room is this?” I ask.
“Mine,” Flynn replies as Max closes the door behind us. I watch as Flynn picks up a box off the side and brings it over to me.
“I didn’t expect you to get me anything, considering we have been trapped in here for the last week,” I say, making them chuckle a little.
I pull the ribbon off and open it up, seeing a beautiful, red, crystal necklace. It’s on a silver chain, and it’s shaped like a heart.
“It was our mother’s, and we want you to have it.”
“Guys this is–”
“Yours,” Flynn interrupts and takes the necklace out of the box with my help. I turn around and lift my hair, watching Max as Flynn puts the necklace on me and slides his hands down my arms.
“We have another gift,” Flynn whispers, and Max walks to the door, flipping the lock.
“Do you?” I ask, with a slight moan as Flynn moves his body behind mine and slides his hands down my body.
“Yes,” Max says as he comes over and kisses me. Max kisses me slowly, while Flynn slowly undoes the zip on the back of my dress. When Max pulls away, my dress falls to the floor, and I step out of it, standing in front of the sexiest men I’ve ever seen in just my underwear and heels.
“On the bed,” Ezra commands me, his tone husky and deep, sending shivers through me. I nod and walk over to the bed, kicking my heels off and lying down. Ezra kneels between my legs as I watch Flynn and Max start taking off their clothes, as Ezra presses his clothed body over mine and kisses me. Ezra’s kisses are demanding and seductive, with every brush of his lips against mine, making me want more. I slide my hands down his body, feeling his hard cock under his jeans, and he grabs my hands, pinning them above my head.
“Not yet,” he whispers, his gaze dropping down my body before I see Max climb onto the bed, his hard cock standing out and he smiles seductively as I glance to my right and see Flynn getting on the bed too.
“You have too many clothes on for what we have planned, Elsie,” Flynn comments.
“Why don’t I help?” Ezra replies.
My breath hitches as he reaches around me and undoes my bra, and then kisses his way down my body. I feel Ezra removing my thong slowly, as Flynn starts kissing one of my breasts, just as Max moves close enough for me to be able to take him in my mouth. I suck the tip of Max into my mouth, just as I moan when Ezra’s tongue runs a slow circle around my clit. The overwhelming sensation of Ezra and Flynn as they control my body, makes my first orgasm come quickly, and I moan out all their names as pleasure floods my body. I feel Ezra pull away, only to look down to see Flynn move between my open legs and lining himself up with me. I move my head faster over Max’s cock as Flynn rams into me, making me moan as he thrusts deeper inside of me. I feel Max about to come and suck him harder, as my hand finds Ezra’s large cock as he moves onto the bed and kneels next to me. Max moves away and grins down at me. He lies down next to me, his one hand playing with my nipple as his other slides between me and Flynn, rubbing my clit. I stroke Ezra faster as I orgasm again, feeling Flynn picking up speed just before he finishes, and I feel Ezra finish all over my chest a moment later.
