Chapter 9

Chapter Nine

Elena

Last night, the guys pulled the mattresses from the spare rooms into the living room so we could all watch Christmas movies. I’m so screwed—Blake never wanted to watch them with me. Normally, Ana would come over and watch them until Blake kicked her out, saying it was time for bed.

We also came up with a list of things I’m good at, though none which really nail down a career. Ford says I should give myself some time to think over all the options, and that I’m still young and shouldn’t rush my decision. I like to keep myself busy, even if I have to set alarms to remind myself to do things because I can get easily distracted.

All three men are still crashed out, and I have moved onto the sofa where I can sit and watch them sleep. A sadness has crept its way inside me at the knowledge that in the next day or two, they will go back to their lives. And I will have to go back and face mine. It’s weird to think how in this short amount of time, I have come to enjoy their company—and the orgasms don’t hurt, either.

All three of them are men I wouldn’t normally have crossed paths with.

Ford, being a lot older; Zeph and Taylor, both ex-criminals—or are they current because of the painting? Either way, I wouldn’t have given them the time of day because, honestly, my parents and Blake wouldn’t have allowed me to keep such company. However, they have been nicer to me than the people I class as my family.

My uncle would love them, though. He is the most down-to-earth person I know, besides Ana. I can’t wait to tell them both about my adventure. I feel like a new woman. The pain of what Blake did is now almost nonexistent, and I’m relieved to be finally free of him, which has allowed me to get excited about the possibilities of my future.

My first step is to move out of my parents’ house. While I understand the Turners are their lifelong friends, I feel their son cheating on me should have been a big enough reason to not invite—or let him invite—his new girlfriend to Christmas out of respect for me. Since there is no respect, I plan to ask my uncle if I can move into his house with him and his boyfriend until I can find a job. Though I already know they will say yes, as they have been trying to convince me to move in with them for months. But I didn’t want to be a burden. I’ve also decided I will drop out of college until I know what I want to do, getting a job while I figure it out. I feel like I need to get my independence back and learn not to rely on anyone.

“Good morning, little gift. What’s put that smile on your face?” Zeph asks, as he unclasps himself from Taylor’s arms, then joins me on the sofa.

“Life. I’m actually excited.”

Zeph reaches out and takes my hand, giving it a little squeeze. “I’m happy for you.”

“Thank you. I’m so grateful you all broke in here. It has honestly changed my life.”

“I’m glad we could help. Besides Taylor and Ford, I don’t think anyone has been grateful for me before.”

I hate how this big, powerful man has so many deep-seated insecurities. How could anyone do something so bad to a person they grow up fearing everyone will leave them? I move myself so I’m straddling his waist and place my hands on either side of his face.

“Zeph, I will forever be grateful to you, even once we leave here. I don’t think I will ever forget you—any of you. Now I feel strong enough to walk into Christmas lunch and not give a fuck that everyone will look at me like I’m the villain in the story.”

Actually, I’m looking forward to being able to go to that lunch and not crumble. I feel strong enough that I won’t let them make me the bad guy because of how I reacted to what Blake did. If none of them can see I’m not the problem, they can all kiss my ass.

“Come on, Lenny, you can take him,” Ford says from underneath me. My legs are wrapped around his neck, and he has a good grip on my ankles. Opposite me is Taylor, who is perched on Zeph’s shoulders. We came down for a swim, and this time we turned the heat on in the room. Apparently, it wasn’t on before, which makes sense since my uncle isn’t here.

“No way! Look at my guns,” Taylor jokes, flexing his muscles.

“Don’t underestimate my chicken arms, I’m strong for my size.” I giggle as Ford moves us toward them. Taylor’s arms are longer than mine, so I duck beneath them and reach out to twist his nipple.

He jerks backward, and Zeph, not expecting the shift in weight, falls back. They tumble beneath the water.

As they both surface, laughing, I fist pump the air, and Ford turns me in a victory circle.

“You cheated,” Taylor accuses.

“Don’t be a sore loser because you didn’t think to do it first,” Ford jokes. “I think the winner deserves a prize from the loser, don’t you, Lenny?”

I rub my chin playfully, my lips curving up at the corners. “I think I do, since I managed to beat the man with the massive guns.”

Ford sinks under the water so I can easily climb off his broad shoulders. Taylor swims over to me, putting his hands on my waist, and I wrap my legs around his middle.

“So, has the winner ever been fucked in a pool before?” he asks, and I shake my head. Up until now, it was only ever in the back of Blake’s car when we were teenagers and then in a bed. “There’s a first time for everything.”

Zeph crowds in behind me and sandwiches me between himself and Taylor.

“I’m going to shower, and then I have some work to do.”

Looking over at Ford, I smile as he winks at me. I wonder if he feels left out, but there are no signs of jealousy. “Are you sure?”

He nods. “Of course I’m sure. Even though there’s no reception, I have some work I need to do. That way, I won’t have to scramble at the last minute.”

“Okay,” I say, mildly disappointed he doesn’t want to watch. I have enjoyed having his eyes on me.

Zeph pulls my attention back to them by sucking my earlobe into his mouth, then nipping it. “Daddy will be fine. We’re going to reward you for your victory.”

Zeph’s hands are steady on my hips, a touch which anchors me but also sends sparks skittering across my skin. Taylor reaches around my back, deftly untying my bikini top, and it’s like someone hit fast-forward on my heart rate.

“Is this okay?” Taylor asks.

“Y-yeah,” I breathe out, my usual snark muted by the sudden dryness of my throat. What’s the point of holding onto my reservations when my inhibitions are already skinny-dipping without me?

My bikini top falls away, and suddenly I’m bared in more ways than one. There’s an intimacy in the way they’re both touching me, more than what should be felt after a few-nights stand between strangers.

Taylor’s lips find mine, his exploration gentle yet insistent. I kiss him back, grabbing at the back of his neck and massaging the skin with my fingertips.

Behind me, Zeph’s hands venture further, his touch igniting a fire no amount of snow outside can extinguish. Zeph peppers kisses and nips down my neck, his hands wandering over my body, as every nerve ending sparks to life. I want them both in ways I shouldn’t.

Hands cup my pussy over my bikini bottoms, and I moan against Taylor’s lips. Fingers pull the knots from the side and the hand moves to my bare skin, parting my lips, then the fingers slide through my folds and push inside me. I buck my hips and our kiss turns frenzied.

“That’s it, ride his hand and make yourself come,” Zeph whispers, and I shiver at the sound of his sexy voice as I bring myself to the brink of orgasm in record time. The effect these men have on my libido is insane. Pulling back from Taylor’s lips, I rest my head on his shoulder as I continue to ride his hand. My inner walls clench around his fingers as I explode, my body shuddering.

“Oh god,” I pant out, and before I can even move, Taylor withdraws his hand and immediately lines me up with his cock, thrusting inside.

Fingers press against my ass, and I gasp, instinctively clenching my cheeks together, but Zeph chuckles in my ear. “Relax, little gift. I need to see how you do before I even attempt to push my cock up in there. I won’t rush you, I promise.”

I nod against Taylor’s shoulder, relaxing into him further as he moves us slowly. Zeph applies a little more pressure, but has barely pushed inside me when an array of sensations floods me and my body comes alive. Taylor’s hand slides between us and he plays with my clit, making my back arch, and I shift to lean back against Zeph.

“That feels so good,” I moan as they work together, the water bouncing around us.

“You’re so fucking perfect. Look at you taking two of my fingers in your ass—imagine next how my cock will feel inside you. It will slide against Taylor’s, only a thin layer of skin between us.”

“I can’t wait.” My voice comes out practically a whimper—I want it more than they know.

They don’t stop their movements until my body is shaking uncontrollably, I’m screaming out a bunch of words which don’t belong in the same sentence, and stars dance before my eyes.