by Amanda Rose
“God, you’re amazing,” Flynn says, sliding off me and Max gets up off the bed as I calm down. I feel sleepy but in the best way. Max comes back with a towel and helps me clean up, as do the others before we all pull our clothes on and lie together on the bed. My head is lying on Max’s stomach, and Ezra and Flynn are lying at my side.
“I don’t know what you’re doing to us. I can’t stop thinking about you.”
“I like you all, too, but this can’t be more than this.”
“Why not?” Max asks me.
“Because it can’t. You all have lives, and our parents are married. They would lose it if we said we were all sleeping together.”
“It’s nothing to do with them, it’s only about us, Elsie. And, I’ve known you for a week, and don’t want you to leave.”
“I’m the same, but it doesn’t change the fact I leave soon,” I say, and none of them respond. There’s just silence as we hold each other close.
CHAPTER NINE
Elise
“What are you doing?” Max’s voice drifts over as I sit in my room, studying my university text books.
“Studying,” I reply, wondering why he knocked on my door. I look over as Max walks into the room followed by Ezra who shuts the door behind him. I haven’t left my room for more than food and drinks since our awkward conversation about me leaving soon. I don’t want to admit how I’m feeling for them all, how I like them all. Maybe even love.
“Why are you hiding? Were we all that bad in bed? I mean you sounded like you enjoyed it as much as that time with Flynn,” Ezra asks, moving to sit on my bed, and Max sits on the end, closing my study book.
“Did he tell you?” I ask, avoiding the question as it’s the opposite to what I felt, and Ezra laughs.
“No, you forget that Max and I were in the lounge, we heard darling,” he says, and my cheeks seem to be burning.
“So, you’re studying to be a teacher?” Max asks, changing the subject, and I give him a thankful smile as Ezra moves closer, pressing the side of his body into mine as he lies back.
“You’d make a good teacher,” Max nods, and I frown at him.
“How would you know? I mean we have known each other for a short amount of time,” I say and simply smile.
“You have that caring, but strict, vibe about you,” he tells me.
“So, if you’re sleeping with Flynn and that time with us all, I’m taking it you don’t have a problem with sleeping with your stepbrothers?” Ezra asks, his mind only on one thing.
“It was a one-time thing, to get rid of some tension.”
“Did you like being with us all, Elsie?” Max asks me, shocking me a little as he takes his glasses off and places them on the side.
“Yes,” I whisper, but my eyes travel all over Max’s strong body and back up to his eyes, they are a lovely hazel much like Flynn’s.
“The offer is there for a replay. We are all stuck here for the rest of the holidays, and I want you. So, does Max,” Ezra whispers in my ear, his teeth grazing the top of my ear.
“I don’t think,” I start to say, turning my head towards Ezra, and he kisses me, a deep kiss that makes me gasp as he leans into me. I feel hands sliding up my bare legs, and I pull away from the kiss just in time to see Max lift one of my legs and kiss my ankle.
“Your choice,” Max says, kissing down my leg slowly, making his way towards me, and every part of me wants to accept it. Just this once, just one more time.
“Okay,” I say, and Ezra groans quietly before he lifts my oversized jumper over my head, throwing it on the floor. He smirks when he sees I don’t have a bra on. Ezra gently pushes me back on the bed, and follows me down with a deep kiss. I moan as I feel Max kiss all the way to my inner thighs and then press a gentle kiss on my core over my lacy underwear. Max pulls my underwear down, as Ezra kisses his way down my body and stops at my breasts. I cry out in pleasure as Max slides his tongue around my clit, just as Ezra kisses one of my nipples as he rubs the other one.
“Max,” I moan as he pulls away at the same time Ezra does, and I watch as he lifts his shirt over his head and undoes his jeans. Ezra also starts taking his clothes off as Max smirks before flipping me over on my knees and pulling my ass towards his hips. I feel his large cock pressing against my ass. My eyes widen as Ezra kneels in front of me, giving me a cheeky smirk just as I feel Max pressing inside me. I suck the tip of Ezra’s cock into my mouth, enjoying the feeling of having them both inside of me. Max pushes all the way in as Ezra slides his hand into my hair and starts controlling the blow job. I’m lucky I don’t choke as he thrusts harder, while Max picks up his pace, moving his hand around my hip and rubbing my clit. My orgasm builds, and I move my hand to replace Max’s, which only makes him fuck me harder. The minute my orgasm hits, I feel Max finish with me. I moan around Ezra’s cock, which makes him come too. I swallow all of him before Max slides out, and I lie down on the bed, with Max sliding next to me on one side and Ezra on the other.
“That was amazing,” Ezra comments after a long silence, and moves to push a little, stray piece of hair out of my face. I smile up at him, looking at the mark on his eyebrow, and I run my finger over it.
“How did you do this?” I ask, and he chuckles.
“When I was about seventeen, I had a thing for motorbikes and testing the limits. I crashed it, and this was a result of that. So were the two broken wrists,” he tells me.
“Ouch, that must have hurt,” I reply.
“Tell me something about you,” I turn to Max and ask, feeling him running his hand over my hip.
“I design apps for a living,” he tells me, and I pull my phone out from under my pillow and unlock it.
“Show me what’s yours,” I say, and he nods, opening up the app store and showing me a bunch of game apps. Most are about robots and look cool.
“I’m seriously impressed. Handsome, great in bed, and smart,” I comment, and he laughs with Ezra as I download the games he has made.
“What about you?” I ask, turning to Ezra who grins.
“I own a motorcycle shop in town. We mainly deal with custom orders, so the shop is for show, but if I can’t drive them, then I will sell them,” he tells me and I smile, liking the idea. I lay my head down and close my eyes as I yawn, feeling perfectly sated.
CHAPTER TEN
Flynn
I watch as Elsie laughs at the lame joke my dad just told her and then continues to eat her food. It’s been three days since I’ve been with her, and it’s killing me that she won’t give in and sleep with me again. I felt something for her, all my brothers did. I glance at Max and Ezra who are sitting next to her, staring at her like I am and I know they want her again too. They told me she did the same thing as she did to me, but the next morning for them, she said it was only once. It’s confusing.
“So, Elsie do you like your new stepbrothers?” my dad asks, and I watch as she nearly chokes on her chicken before recovering, as Max pats her on the back, and answers.
“Yes, they are all lovely.”
“That’s good to hear,” her mum says, looking over at us all with clear suspicion before smiling at my dad. I want to hate the annoying, blonde woman, but she is making him happy, and it’s his choice at the end of the day. I may dislike her mum, but she brought Elsie into our lives, and I couldn’t be more thankful for that.
“So, Elsie, how is your teaching course going?” my dad asks her.
“Good. I have one year left, and I’m enjoying the course. I hope to get offered a job at the local school I volunteer at,” she says, and we all carry on eating.
“Why don’t I show you my painting room, Elsie?” I ask as she finishes her food.
“I don’t think that’s a great idea, I’m pretty tired,” she says, trying to avoid me again. That’s all she has done all week.
“You must see it; the paintings are something else. Flynn sells them and makes a fortune,” my dad says, smiling at me.
“Come on, Elsie,” I say
standing up, and she briefly glares at me and then looks away.
“Let’s go, then,” she says, and I see Ezra smirk at me as I stand up and walk out with her. She doesn’t say a word to me as we walk towards the art studio at the back of the house. When we get outside the room, I unlock the door and lean in, switching the lights on. The art room is inside the conservatory and used to be my mother’s room. It’s still full of paintings she did over time, but now there are mine, too.
“Oh my god, they are amazing. Where did you learn this?” she asks, walking over to a painting of a little girl sitting in a park. The little girl is my cousin, and I see her every summer when my aunt flies over from America.
“My mother taught me,” I tell her, and she runs her finger over the painting before moving onto the next one, which is of a ship at sea.
“They are lovely. I’m sorry for your loss,” she tells me, and I nod, walking over to her.
“Thank you. When she was alive she used to tell me that I was very good at painting, and I used to ignore her, too busy chasing girls and spending my parents’ money. The week after we lost her I picked up a paintbrush she had left in some water and finished this painting for her,” I tell her and point to the painting of a young doe in the forest that’s hanging on the wall near the door.
“She would be proud that you did that,” she says gently, placing her hand on my arm.
“Why are you avoiding me?” I ask her, gentling my tone because I don’t want to come across as demanding an answer from her. I knew when I first met her that I couldn’t demand anything from her, she has to come to me.
“I don’t know. I guess it’s because I know this can’t go anywhere, and if I let myself keep being with you . . . well, I would want more because I feel something,” she tells me, moving her hand away and trying to walk away. I grab her hand, pulling her closer and sliding my hands up her arms.
“I felt something, too, but it’s your choice. I know it’s complicated because of our parents and my brothers, but I want to spend the next week worshipping every part of you,”
“Same here, but then what happens at the next family meeting? It’s bad enough I’ve had sex with you all and can’t stop thinking about you but–”
“Relax, Elsie. You know where I am if you want me,” I tell her and step away. It has to be her choice and not mine. She smiles tightly before walking out of the room, and I run my hands through my hair, turning around and picking up a paint brush. I spend the next few hours painting in silence before I hear the door open, and I look around, seeing Max coming in with Ezra following.
“Any luck?” he asks, referring to Elsie, and I shake my head.
“No. We have to let her come to us. I like her, but she is that kind of woman who does whatever she wants,” I say.
“Yeah well, I hope doing me is what she wants. I can’t stop thinking about her,” Ezra mumbles, annoyance all over his face. I almost want to laugh that a girl has finally caught his undivided attention if it wasn’t for the fact that she has caught all of our attentions. It’s been a week and a half, and it looks like we are all hooked on Elsie.
“I’m with you on that,” I reply, the silence from my brothers is the only response I need to know that all of us are all in with her. I glance back at the painting I’ve started of a girl with long, dark hair, bright-red lips, and blue eyes that draw you in like a flame.
I’m hooked on Elsie.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Elise
“What are you making?” I ask as I follow the melted chocolate smell into the kitchen but seeing it empty with just a plate of brownies on the side. I wonder if my mum made them, but I’m sure she won’t mind if I have a couple. I eat two of the brownies and place three more on a plate, walking into the lounge and turning on the TV. I can be greedy this week, as it’s Christmas break, and spend all next week in the gym suffering for it. It’s New Year’s Eve and we have hours to go until midnight. John said the next-door neighbours always do a massive fireworks show and that we should watch later. I wonder if they are still going to do it with the snow. At least, the storm has passed, but the snow hasn’t melted, instead turning icier.
“Where did you get these from?” Ezra asks as he sits next to me and helps himself to the strange-tasting brownies. They’re nice but a little strange.
“I found them on the kitchen side, no idea who cooked them,” I tell him, and he chuckles as he finishes his brownie off and picks the last one up.
“Erm, no. That’s mine,” I hold a hand out, and he grins over at me.
“Why don’t you come and get it?” he chuckles, and I smile, sliding off my seat and moving to stand in front of him. I reach for the brownie, and he holds it higher, out of my reach.
“That’s not fair,” I laugh, and he holds it higher in the air away from me.
“Give me it!” I say, kneeling on the sofa between his legs and reaching for the brownie, giggling when puts it into his mouth and eats it, as he pins me to the sofa, moving his body over mine.
“I can’t believe you just ate that.”
“There are other things I want to eat too,” he says, meaning something completely different as I feel how hard he is as he is pressed up against me.
“Ezra, we can’t here,” I moan as he slides his hand down my stomach, his fingers grazing the top of my underwear under my jeans.
“We can’t?” he asks me, kissing me gently, and I moan as he slides a finger lower, brushing against me softly.
“Ezra,” I moan, and he chuckles before he kisses me. The kiss is hard and fast, before he moves to kiss down my neck and slides down my body. I don’t stop him as he pulls my jeans and underwear down, and slides them off my legs. Ezra watches me as he pushes a finger inside me, and uses his thumb to drive me insane with every stroke.
“So, sexy Elsie. I’m never going to let you go at this rate,” Ezra says quietly. As I get close to coming, he pulls his hand away and undoes his jeans, sliding his large cock out and sitting up.
“Come here,” he says, wanting me to be on top. I crawl over and hold myself above him as he grabs my hips, and I slowly take him inside me. I move up and down slowly, as he grabs the back of my head and we kiss.
“Elsie,” he groans as I pick up speed, moving quicker and feeling myself getting close. Ezra takes control and slides me onto my back on the sofa and starts thrusting into me harder. He kisses me as I finish, and he finishes with me only seconds later.
“Elsie, don’t leave,” he begs me, his words only a whisper next to my ear.
“How can I stay?” I ask him, and he leans back, looking down at me.
“How can you leave?” he asks.
I don’t have an answer for him.
“The fireworks are starting,” John says, making me jump off Ezra’s lap where I must have fallen asleep and seeing there’s a blanket covering us up. John stops when he sees me and Ezra, half clothed on the sofa and looks away.
“Come on outside,” he says and walks away as I give Ezra a worried glance. He only shakes his head and places a finger on his lips before getting up. I hear the bangs of the fireworks as I pull my jeans on without my underwear as I can’t see them. I laugh when I finally see my red lacy underwear in the side pocket of Ezra’s jeans as he pulls them on and walks off.
“Do I get my underwear back?” I ask quietly when I see the front door open.
“No,” Ezra replies, pushing them further into his pocket as he hands me my coat. I laugh and pull my coat on and then my boots.
“Sexy Elsie, I haven’t seen you today,” Max says as he comes down the stairs with Flynn by his side.
“Shh!” I whisper.
“They can’t hear you over the fireworks,” Flynn says as he grabs his coat and hands Max his.
“Your dad found me and Ezra . . .,” I say, and Ezra laughs.
“Well, he knows now. Only your mum to go.”
“No, we can’t tell her,” I say, and Flynn wraps an arm around me.
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�Whatever happens, you have me Elsie,” Flynn says and kisses my cheek before he walks out the door. Max comes over next pulling me into a hug,
“I love you, Elsie, don’t say it back, but it’s true. I don’t care who knows about us but don’t leave,” he says close to my ear and doesn’t give me a chance to respond as he walks out. Ezra doesn’t say a word, he just walks over and pulls me into a deep kiss that leaves me breathless, and he walks us out the door. I clear my throat, feeling so many emotions for them all and not knowing how to deal with it. When did Christmas fun become serious? I walk outside, pulling the door shut and looking up at two fireworks blasts in the sky, mixing silver and pink as they sparkle. I look over to see my guys all looking up at the fireworks, and they seem to notice me watching them, as they all turn to look at me. Flynn holds a hand out for me, and I walk over, letting him pull me in front of them. The fireworks are amazing, and we watch them fill the sky for what seems like ages before they finally stop, and John’s watch starts beeping.
“Happy new year,” he says and kisses my mum. I don’t move as Flynn kisses me gently on the cheek and lets go, then Max kisses me in the same place, and then Ezra does the same.
