3. Ford

Chapter 3

Ford

I step out of the bathroom and glance over to the bed. Jacob and Dylan are still sound asleep, but she's rolled away from him and is now on her back. Her legs are parted slightly, giving me a delicious glimpse of her pussy.

My hand slides down to my cock, gripping the shaft and stroking it. Suddenly, I'm hungry for her. My feet move effortlessly, cutting the distance between me and her. Gently kneeling on the bed, I crawl between her legs, the mattress dipping slightly under my weight. Stopping between her legs, I slide them apart further, and lie down, blowing a breath of hot air along her seam already glistening with her arousal. Fuck, she's gorgeous. She moves underneath me and I glance up.

She's still sound asleep.

I should wait for her to wake up, but I don't want to. I need to taste her. I flatten my tongue, licking up the length of her folds. She starts squirming and I add a finger, her soft moans filling the room.

When I peek up, I'm happily surprised to see Jacob joining in, sucking one of her perfect nipples into his mouth, flicking his tongue back and forth as he rolls the other between his fingers.

That's my cue. I slip another finger into her tight little hole, curving the tips of them as I finger fuck her with abandon. Her hips begin to move in sync with my ministrations.

"Fuck!" she cries. "I'm going to come."

I let out a chuckle. "That's the point, baby."

"You want more, Pickle? You want Ford to fuck you while you suck my cock?"

She doesn't speak, simply nods as she presses her head back into the pillow, her mouth slightly open as she whimpers in need. It's time I take charge then.

"Jacob, lie down on your back. Dylan, on your knees between his legs and put that ass in the air for me."

I lean back on my heels, while they eagerly get in position, slowly stroking my cock, knowing that in just a few precious seconds I'm going to be buried deep inside my girl.

"I'm already so fucking close to the edge, it's not going to take me long." Jacob's voice is husky with desire.

"Me either. My girl's ass rubbing against my cock taunted me all night, teasing me relentlessly."

Dylan, being the cheeky temptress she is, does just as I say, wiggling her ass once she's between Jacob's thighs, and judging from the sounds he's making, her mouth is already on him.

I scoot up behind her, admiring the way her ass moves as her head bobs up and down. Gripping my cock, I run the head through her wet slit before lining it up at her hole and thrusting inside.

I pause once I'm fully seated inside her, allowing her time to adjust to my size, before fucking her with all I have. She begins rocking her hips into me, only heightening my pleasure and hers, until we're all floating in the surreal pleasure of our release.

We collapse on the bed in a heaving mess. She sucked Jacob dry, but my cum is still leaking out of her. One day far into the future, I want to see her pregnant with our kids.

Our kids. Mine and Jacob's. Because I don't see a world where we're not all together.

Matthew.

Then there's him. I'm not sure how he fits into the grand scheme of things. I'll leave that up to her. But if he makes her happy, and she wants him, then I'll do whatever she wants. Sharing is caring, after all.

"I don't want to go home," she whispers as I stand to get a rag to clean her up.

"Why?" Jacob asks.

"I don't want to face Matthew. It's too much to deal with."

Jacob pulls her closer, as she rests her head on his chest. He whispers something for only her to hear and I allow them this moment. Heading into the bathroom, I get two washcloths, wetting them lightly. I clean my cock before stepping back into the bedroom.

"Here," I say loudly, holding out one to Jacob.

Climbing back on the bed, I roll Dylan away from him, opening her legs and cleaning her next. When I'm done, I toss the rag on the floor. I'll pick it up later and wrap it in a towel. Don't want the housekeeper picking it up with her hands. I do have some respect.

Jacob sits up, pulling the blanket around him, covering his junk.

"Umm, why don't we all get dressed for this conversation? We can order some breakfast."

They both nod in agreement, taking their time getting off the bed. I step over to my abandoned clothes on the floor and put them back on. No need to shower since I'm putting on the same clothes and I kinda like the smell of sex lingering on my body.

Once dressed, I grab the phone and dial room service, ordering food and coffee.

"Okay, Pickle. Tell us what's going on in that beautiful mind of yours. Why don't you want to face your future stepbrother? " I can't help but note his use of the word. I wonder if he's thinking the same thing as me.

She sits across from Jacob and me, her head down and her hands on the tabletop as she picks at her cuticles. "Because of that; he's my stepbrother, or he will be. He kissed me in front of everyone including the two of you."

I can't watch her suffer any longer.

"Kitty, he's not your blood brother. I've seen the looks he's given you and it's definitely not brotherly."

She looks up, her red-rimmed eyes staring intently at me, before shifting to Jacob.

"This is just too much. Just tell me I don't have to go home yet."

"Ford can extend our stay another night," Jacobs tells her immediately.

Her shoulders immediately relax, as if a weight has been lifted off of them.

"I do. But I don't have any clothes or my books for tomorrow. I'd have to go home to get them and he could be there."

"Then I'll go. Message your mom. Tell her you're staying another night with your friends and that I'm stopping by to get your bookbag, since I'm heading past there anyway, and you need to work on an assignment. While I'm there, I'll get you some clothes." I tell her.

"Okay. I love you guys. But I don't know about Matthew yet. It's still too much to process and my brain is fried. I just want to spend another night with the two of you." She stands, heading to the dresser where her phone is plugged in, and sits on the edge of the bed.

"If he hurts her, I'm going to fuck his world up," Jacob leans in and whispers in a growl.

"I'll be right beside you if he does," I add.

Her mother was okay with Kitty staying with her friend another night and for me to get her bag. She even told her it was okay to tell me where the spare key was hidden, in case no one was home. Got to love when a parent trusts you!

The only downfall is Jacob rates a little higher on the scale with her parents, but I'll let him have that since he's known her longer.

I didn't have to look for the spare since Kitty gave me her key, but I still plan to put on a good show since I know they have cameras if no one's home. When I get there, I see Matthew's car in the driveway.

Good! We need to have a little chat.

Lifting my hand, I knock on the door and then ring the bell. Yep, I'm being that annoying prick.

Footsteps sound from the other side, getting louder the closer they get. A moment later, the door opens, and none other than Matthew is standing on the other side, looking like pure shit. His hair is tousled, bags under his eyes, and his clothes disheveled.

"Is she okay?" He steps past me onto the porch and looks around before turning back to me. "Where is she?"

I can't help but raise my hand, covering my mouth as I laugh. The asshole prick has it bad for soon-to-be little sis.

"She's fine, but not coming home. I'm here to get her books and stuff, and her mom already knows," I interject, attempting to put him out of a little of his misery.

"Is she pissed at me?" he asks, his voice full of defeat as he steps back into the house, with me close behind him.

Shutting the door, he drags himself into the living room, flopping down on the couch.

"Does she hate me? I want to explain everything, but she's not answering my messages."

"I don't think she hates you. Dylan's just very torn right now. Both with what happened and how she feels. She's struggling with the idea that you're going to be her stepbrother and how people will look at that."

"I'm conflicted as well, in more ways than one. I've been fighting this desire to be with her. Honestly, I thought she was like all the girls I knew from my time playing lacrosse, all trying to land a player, to secure their future. But then when I began scouting three players on your team, well, the three of you, I couldn't understand the feelings I was having for Murphy. I didn't know that was even Dylan's last name. Her mother must be going by her maiden name."

I know this is going to be more than a quick conversation, so I sit down in the chair across from him. Letting out a sigh, I truly take in what he just said.

"You thought you had feelings for another guy. And you've never had that before."

"Bingo. When she took off her helmet, I was so excited. She wasn't at all what I thought she was. I treated her like shit because I thought she was a stick chaser. The girl I've been yearning for is not only beautiful but plays the sport I love. I couldn't hold it in any longer and kissed her."

"Look, Matthew, give her time. She needs it to process everything and rushing her isn't going to help. Let her come to you. I'll talk to her."

He whips his head over to me, eyebrow raised in confusion.

"You're her boyfriend, right? Why are you even talking to me? You should be kicking my ass for kissing her."

I give him a smirk before standing. My girl is waiting for me, and I need to get what she needs from her room. I step around the couch, not saying a word until I get to the living room entryway.

"Because I love her. And I'll do anything to make her happy, including sharing her. Even with you. But if you hurt her, I'll make your life hell." I don't turn to face him, nor do I say anything else. I head up the stairs and straight to Dylan's room. I've said all I needed to say.