38. Olivia

Olivia

M ove?

The thought never crossed my mind. Why would we leave our home when there’s no reason to?

Rueben and Ansel don’t seem shocked by Tyson’s words, probably because they talked about it on their way home. Still, Jasper is thinking the same thing as me, as he says, “After how hard we worked on building this house and creating the perfect Lair for Olivia, you want to leave all this behind and start from zero in another place?”

Tyson takes a moment to think before replying, “We are no longer safe here. Our location has been made known not only to Jason and his father but to Azael as well.” He takes my hand in his. “You are not safe here.”

I don’t have to be a genius to understand why Tyson and the others decided to kill Maddox—he must be the one who let Jason know where I am. This is how he found the farm. I spent a long time thinking about it. Since I don’t have a tracker because he assumed I was compliant, it would have been impossible to find me.

Maddox betrayed Tyson’s trust.

I have a sudden realization.

It’s more than that.

Maddox is responsible for Levi’s death.

Tears blur my vision.

A shaky breath leaves me and my lip trembles. Levi didn’t die because of me. Neither did the others.

I have been carrying so much guilt for things that were not my fault. It was too easy to blame myself like I was programmed to do. Now I am free of a great deal of fault that I had placed upon myself from things before, and now this? It feels like waking up from a nightmare. I didn’t realize how the guilt prevented me from being truly happy.

All my men give me worried looks and stand up, but Tyson is the fastest, and he quickly pulls me into his arms. The others rub my back while I bury my face in Tyson’s chest and inhale deeply.

“Who do I need to kill for making you cry?” Tyson snarls.

His question makes me laugh. “I’m not sad, just relieved.” I look up at him. “I just realized why you hate Maddox and wanted him dead.” There are many things we need to talk about, especially about finding a new place for our little farm. I pull away from Tyson. Angel gives me a worried look, and I smile, letting her know that I’m alright. “How about we have dinner and after our guests leave, you can show me the Lair?” I suggest to my men.

It takes a few moments for everyone to agree with me.

An hour later, after Angel and I exchanged phone numbers, hugged, and promised each other to keep in touch, she and her husbands left. She also made her men eat the rice, and it was funny to watch how they struggled to keep the food down, especially Alekos.

Ansel’s palms cover my eyes as we walk up the stairs. My heart is beating strongly against my rib cage. For years, I tried to imagine what a Lair would look like. What the Lair Tyson would have made for me would have been like. Then, I made myself stop thinking of Tyson and anything related to him.

Even when I came to live on the farm, I never once thought of the possibility of me setting foot in the Lair, especially after Rueben threatened to kill me if I ever did so.

And now?

We reach the top of the stairs.

All five of my men are more than eager to have me settled in the Lair they prepared with great care for me . I know they didn’t have me in mind when they started the house, and I most certainly never dreamed of being with so many men at once, especially with Rueben, but here we are. Rueben went from hating me to loving me, and if not for our bond, I would still not believe it.

Someone scoops me up in his arms, bridal style. Ansel’s hand disappears, and I find myself staring into Rueben’s eyes. He looks so excited.

“It took me a long time to decorate every room. You might not believe this, but I had you in my mind every time I was in here.”

I arch an eyebrow. “Oh, I do believe. Were you plotting how to kill me while you punched the walls?”

Rueben brings his mouth close to mine. “I was imaging all the ways I would fuck you all over the Lair.”

My breath catches in my throat. His words shouldn’t affect me, but fuck, the bond heats up and I start to ache. “The Lair,” I whisper.

Rueben starts walking and he takes me to a spacious living room. All the furniture is vintage and there’s even a record player. Rueben helps me stand. “What do you think?”

I go to inspect every item because, oh my God, this must be the most beautiful living room I have ever seen. The deep green velvet couch is so soft and the mustard pillows make a fabulous contrast. Even the soft brown rug matches the interior. There’s a reading spot by the window and house plants in the corners. The vase on the round table holds tulips and candles all around it. Cherokee blankets are draped over the armchairs.

If the rest of the Lair is like this, I don’t think I want to leave. Rueben had to have put a lot of thought into these decorations, and it would be such a pity to have to move to a place that might not have the space for all the furniture.

“How about we show you the rest of the Lair?” Jasper suggests.

I smile at him as we interlace our fingers. “I would love that.”

They show me the bedroom, which has an enormous four-poster bed, the bathroom which has a shower that will definitely allow all six of us to shower together, and even an arcade room.

There’s one more room which they keep avoiding showing me so I ask, “What are you keeping inside there? Dead bodies?” The guys give each other a guilty look, making me even more suspicious. “Really, what’s in there?”

Jasper’s expression turns grim. “You don’t want to see this room. Trust me.”

“Why?” I keep pressing because now I’m more than curious.

The guys take their time giving me an answer, and I try to enter the room but Tyson inserts himself between me and the door. Taking my hands into his, he finally tells me the truth. “It’s a nursery. We know how you feel about having more children, and we will never pressure you to do so, this is why we don’t want you to see it.”

Getting pregnant again is something that I’ll never experience again, but there are other ways to have a child. “When I’m ready, we could look into adoption. If that is something you all want as well.”

Jasper is the first one to kiss me. “We’ll wait as long as it takes.”

Tyson opens the door for me revealing a vintage nursery. The white crib with a teddy bear resting on the pink blanket inside makes me want to adopt a baby right now. However, rushing things will only lead to disaster, so I’d rather take things one step at a time.

Rueben stands behind me and puts his palms on top of my shoulders. His touch still scares me, but maybe in time, I’ll trust him enough not to flinch whenever he gets close to me.

“What do you think?” he asks.

I think that Rueben was truthful when he said that he had me on his mind when he furnished the Lair. I love each and every piece, even the ugly fish painting in the bathroom.

This farm, in time, has become my safe haven.

I look at my men, ready to tell them that we shouldn’t leave this beautiful place without a fight, when Tyson says something that takes me completely by surprise.

“How about we move to the lake cabin?”

Three months later

“A bit to the left,” I instruct Jasper as he hangs a painting for me in our new living room.

It took Tyson, Ansel, and Rueben weeks of talking to convince Mose, Jasper, and me to move to the lake cabin, especially after the rumors of all the dead women who were found in the woods nearby. It was actually a lie started by Rueben’s uncle, who wanted to buy the cabin and the land around it. He hoped that by spreading rumors about a serial killer being in the area, he would get it for a fair price because no one would want to move in a place where they could be killed.

The little trick Rueben’s uncle pulled worked, and he purchased the cabin. Since he never got married nor had children, he left the cabin to Rueben, Tyson, and Ansel, who only use it when they want to fish. They come here every summer with Jasper and Mose and spend a week or two enjoying the good weather.

Rueben puts a vinyl record on the record player before hugging me from behind and kissing my cheek. Learning to trust Rueben has been the hardest thing I have ever done, and I would still probably fear him if not for the bond. It’s not only the bond that convinced me that he is truly sorry for the past but his actions as well. For the past three months, Rueben and Tyson have been showing me daily how much they love me. It’s not been easy to totally forgive them, but I am slowly getting there.

“I must admit, your idea of turning the cabin into a Lair was excellent,” Rueben says against my skin.

It only worked because the cabin was big enough. It has three bedrooms, two of which I plan to turn into rooms for the children we will one day adopt. After some talks, we decided that two or three children would be ideal, but it all depends on me. The other room is the master bedroom. Learning to sleep with five men in the same bed was a struggle because there had been some accidental elbows in the face. And the snoring. Do all of them suffer from sleep apnea? Especially Rueben, he’s the worst.

Tyson had to order a small premade house and turn it into his office. A barn was placed close to the woods and the horses and Juniper love it here so far. It’s only been a few days since we moved in. While I wanted to remain on the farm, the last few weeks have been tense, especially because we discovered tire tracks around the pasture. It was the last push that I needed to leave the farm behind.

While the lake cabin is not as secluded as Alekos’ cabin up in the mountains, not many know of its existence. Even the teens that used to come here years ago probably don’t want anything to do with it. The best part is that the land is under a fake name, so my father will have a hard time finding me here.

“We don’t need a big house to be happy,” I say.

Rueben kisses the top of my head. “All I need is you, my little wife.”

I playfully elbow him. “You keep calling me that, but I have yet to receive a proposal.”

Jasper finishes hanging the painting and turns his attention to me. “You don’t want to ruin our surprise, do you, Little Love?”

I have to admit that I did become almost obsessed with the idea of getting a ring. I have dropped so many hints in the last two months that I am starting to become resentful. It’s like I’m begging for a shut-up ring.

It’s stupid too, because I don’t know why I became so fixated on the idea of getting married all of a sudden. It’s just a stupid piece of paper in the end.

“A time frame would be helpful,” I huff, annoyed.

Jasper snatches me away from Rueben. “Soon,” he says before stealing a kiss from my lips.

Rueben moves behind me, grabs my hips, and grinds against me. He is more than hard. So is Jasper.

I shouldn’t play with fire but it’s been a few days since Jasper, Mose, or Ansel fucked me and I’m aching for more than a kiss. I still haven’t done anything more with Tyson and Rueben beyond kissing and some heavy petting but I think…I’m ready.

I rub my ass against Rueben while Jasper keeps kissing me.

“Olivia, Baby, you are such a tease,” Rueben groans. I grind my ass even harder. His fingers dig in my flesh. I’ll probably have bruises tomorrow but these are the kind of bruises I don’t mind. “Fuck. If you keep doing that, I’ll finish in my pants.”

I laugh softly against Jasper’s mouth, the idea of Rueben losing control because of me is so damn hot. I peel my lips away from Jasper and he kisses me along my jaw. “I don’t see a problem with that,” I moan. “Or would you prefer to finish on my tits?”

I shouldn’t tease Rueben this way, but I want him just as much as I want the others. Which is crazy. Yet, I accepted him as mine on my own volition.

Rueben groans hard. “Don’t play with me like that only to leave me suffering. Haven’t I waited enough?” he complains.

Jasper nips my earlobe and I bite my bottom lips before saying, “What if I want to play with you?”

Rueben’s hand slips between my legs. Wrong day to wear a short dress. “We are going to take such good care of you,” Rueben says, probably referring to him and Jasper. “You are already so wet, Baby.”

Jasper’s hands cover my tits, his thumbs gently stroking my nipples. What a terrible day to forget to put on a bra.

Even if I want to deny it, I can’t nor do I want to. Being with my men, any of them, is amazing. They never hurt me during sex and I have come to enjoy it so much, I have a hard time believing it myself. Sure, there are days when I am scared that they might force me to do things I don’t want or I’m still not ready for, like anal, but that hasn’t happened.

The tips of Rueben’s fingers circle my clit through my panties and I let out a long moan as I push my tits into Jasper’s hands, who enthusiastically caresses them. Rueben kisses my neck. “Keep moaning for us, Baby.”

Jasper’s eyes glow red for me. Holding his gaze, I open his fly. “I want your cum all over my ass,” I say as I stick my hand inside his boxers and wrap my fingers around his cock. His lips part as if wanting to tell me something.

Rueben keeps working my clit, his fingers applying the right amount of pressure. Trapped between Jasper and Rueben, I can’t rock my hips the way I want and it’s driving me insane.

“Please,” I whisper.

Rueben peppers more kisses along my neck while Jasper dips his head and captures my nipple through the thin fabric of my dress.

“Tell us, what do you need, Baby,” Rueben says.

“More. I need…more,” I moan desperately.

Rueben slaps my pussy. His other hand still holds tight to my hip. “If I push your panties to the side and feel your bare pussy, there’s no coming back from this.”

I’ve never let Rueben touch me like this. Until now. “I want your fingers deep inside me.”

Rueben growls before he yanks my panties to the side and plunges two thick digits inside me, ripping a cry of ecstasy from me. “Sweet Hell, you are so fucking tight,” he grunts as as his fingers fuck me. The heel of his palm rubs against my clit, adding to my pleasure.

Jasper lets go of my nipple. “Wait until she gives you a blowjob. She will literally blow your mind. Or go down on her. Her pussy is like a drug. I need it daily,” he says before sucking my other nipple into his warm mouth.

Rueben’s fingers leave me and I let out a sound of frustration. “Let me taste you, Baby, then I’ll give you what you need.” He licks his fingers, a grunt of approval leaving his lips. “No wonder the rest of you take turns eating her out every morning. She is absolutely delicious,” he says to Jasper. To me, he says just as his fingers fill me up again, “You will let me enjoy your sweet pussy from now on, right? You even let Tyson eat you out a few days ago.”

It wasn’t really my intention to let Tyson shove his nose between my legs but then he stopped when all I really wanted was his mouth all over me, so it doesn’t count.

“Make me cum and I’ll think about it,” I tease Rueben.

“Anything for you, Olly, but then you have to sit on my face,” Rueben says as he pushes another finger inside me. The three digits stretching my pussy feel so big, making me whimper both in pleasure and pain. “I don’t know how Jasper can fuck you when you’re so tight.”

Jasper gently bites my nipple before saying, “Lately, she’s been tighter than usual.”

Rueben finds the right rhythm and I lean my head on his shoulder, soft moans coming from between my parted lips. “We need to fuck her constantly, to let her pussy get used to our dicks.”

If not for his fingers deep inside me, I might have laughed, because only Rueben can say he knows nothing about pussies without actually saying it.

Rueben’s palm keeps rubbing my clit and I start to feel the tingles of an orgasm building. My legs shake, letting me know it won’t be long now. Jasper keeps teasing my tits.

“Ready to cum, Baby?” Rueben asks as his fingers press against a sensitive spot inside me.

I don’t get to reply as a wave of pleasure hits me and I moan loudly as I come all over Rueben’s fingers.

“Such a good girl,” Jasper praises me before capturing my lips in a deep kiss.

Rueben grabs my hand and takes it to his cock. “If you want me to spill my cum all over your gorgeous tits, you better start working on that.”

The sound of my phone’s ringtone comes from the table where I put it earlier. “Oh, someone is calling me,” I say as I extract myself from between Jasper and Rueben.

Both of them complain, but it is Jasper who asks, “What about us?”

I give them a sympathetic look as I pick up my phone and glance at the screen. “Play with yourselves while I talk to Angel.” I take the call. “Hey, girlfriend. Is the baby ready to come out?”

Angel laughs. “Almost. I wanted to let you know that my husbands will fund your project.”

My eyes lock with Jasper’s. “We are in!”