15. Grizzly

15

GRIZZLY

T here's no clock in this rental house. The gas doesn't even turn on. And yet, I swear I hear a ticking noise getting louder and louder in my head, causing it to feel like it's bursting. All three of us have been waiting here together for Meredith to show up and tell us which one of us she wants to be with.

She's at least five minutes late now, though I don't dare look at my cell phone to confirm. I'm trying to keep my eyes trained on my feet or the wall, anywhere but the two men who are up against me here.

I could pull rank. I could simply say that I'm no longer going along with this bullshit plan to have Meredith choose. I could say she's mine, and they would have to obey it.

But they'd be pissed at me forever. And honestly, Meredith might be too. Because if she's got feelings for one of these two and I take the chance to be with them away from her…well, I'd be pissed off too. That's not the way you treat a woman, not a real one who you want a future with.

Future. That's fucking laughable. I'm an old man, a grump and a widower. What future is there to have with me? Of course, she's not going to choose me. I don't even know why I fucking bothered to show up.

Neither of these two assholes are a whole hell of a lot younger than me, but they don't have the same baggage I do. They don't have a daughter whose heart is involved in this. Would Harlow ever forgive me if I get with her best friend? If I fuck her? If I marry her?

Not that I'm thinking of marrying this girl. Not right now. But when I play, I play for keeps.

Sure, I eventually forgave my officers for taking my daughter's virginity. For making babies with her. For being with her behind my back. But that was only because it was for her happiness.

It's not Harlow's responsibility to worry about her old man's happiness.

There's a knock at the door, and we all look at each other. If I look anything like the two of them, our tension is going to be so obvious. We'll look like a bunch of pitiful, weak motherfuckers when she comes in here.

Dart walks off to open the door, and I just know it's her.

The scent of coconut hits me first. It's always what she smells like. Maybe it's her shampoo or some kind of perfume. Doesn't matter.

She's here, and I haven't been this nervous in fifteen or twenty years.

I watch as Trap's jaw drops to the floor when she walks into the room. This innocent, sweet, sexy girl—she knows what the hell she's doing. She's put on makeup, and a tight little skirt and some fishnets. Her hair is tied up in a messy bun, and she's got that Egyptian smoky eye going on, or whatever the hell they're calling it. She's dessert walking, and I'm getting hungry all of a sudden.

"Before any of you say anything, there's something I need to say," she says, standing tall and taking control of the room.

I'm surprised. I know her as a shy little thing. Always doing the right thing. Always being quiet in the corner.

This is a new side to her, and I'm curious as hell to find out what she has to say.

We all obey her, as if she's suddenly become the alpha in the room. We're just her lost pups. How fucking pathetic. It's only for this woman I could be this way, now my love is dead. Long dead.

"I don't want to choose," she says, looking around at us like she expects some kind of reaction.

After a moment of silence, Trap starts laughing. Dart's just standing there with his arms crossed over his chest, standoffish. I blink a few times, trying to wrap my head around what she just said.

My own daughter made the same declaration to three men not too long ago. Now she has two beautiful babies with them, and only heaven knows who the actual father is. They're happy with the babies belonging equally to all three of them.

But with the three of us…I don't know how the hell that would even work. The dynamics are fucking ridiculous. I'm the Prez. It's always going to be them looking at me for permission. Not to mention, I feel like the stakes of being with Meredith are too high.

"What's so damn funny?" she finally asks Trap.

It's me who answers, because the question only makes Trap laugh harder. "Darlin', let me break it down for you. I'm more than the boss of these guys. You know what it means to be Prez. The dynamic wouldn't work. We could barely get along just being in the same room with you to make sure you were okay. You think we can fucking share you? I respect anything you say, because if I'm being honest, I want you—bad enough that I'm willing to risk my relationship with the most important woman in my life, my daughter, just to have you even if it's only once. But I don't want your heart getting broken, and I don't want you having any false hopes."

I can tell her body is heating up, as she looks me up and down and licks her lips. Her cheeks are burning red, and she's shifting her weight from foot to foot. I made her uncomfortable, but she stands her ground.

"It's my only demand. I either want to be with all of you or none of you. Take your pick."

With this new side of her, I have no damn idea if I can hold back any longer. I could take her right here on this floor, or in the guest bedroom. Against the wall. Wherever the hell she wants. I could take her over and over in front of these two and make her scream my name and say she's mine and no one else's. I have the power to do that.

My jeans are so fucking tight against me right now I feel like I'm about to burst through. I don't even try to hide it.

Just as I suspected, Trap and Dart look to me. "Are you okay with this, Prez?" Dart asks, barely keeping it together. I see the veins trying to pop in his arms as his muscles tense up. His jaw is locked.

"I don't think okay is the fucking right word here, Dart. But if I don't have what I want, I think I won't ever be okay again." When I say it, I make sure to look her straight in the eyes.

"And that settles it. Take me. Claim me like you want."

"Excuse me?" Trap says.

"You heard me." She reaches back and pulls the clip out of her hair, letting it fall over her back and shoulders. "You care so much about remaining the Prez, then claim me first, right here in front of the others. It'll be like our version of a handshake."

Normally I'd laugh at a statement like that. It is kind of fucking funny. But nothing about the way she looks right now, knowing what I want to do with her, is funny.

I take a few steps toward her, reaching out to grab some of her honey-brown hair between my fingers, feeling the silky texture. Then I run a finger down her face before getting rough, putting a finger under her chin and forcing her to look up at me.

"Are you sure you can handle me? Because I could do so much worse than…" I take my left hand and place it around her exposed neck. "Placing my hand around this pretty little neck and making you struggle for breath."

"Do it." There's no stutter, no question in her voice or her eyes. For the first time, I realize she wants this as much as I do. And I'm not going to fucking disappoint.

I start to stalk around her in a circle, surveying every inch of her in a way I've been afraid to.

Oh, I've looked at her. I've thought about her. But I haven't allowed myself to get this primal with her, looking at all the places I could make my prey hurt and feel pleasure. If I'm to claim her first, I need to leave an impression—one she'll never forget, even when I'm dead and gone.

I know she's a virgin. I've gathered as much. This good girl is just like my daughter, maybe even more sweet and innocent. But she's willing to let me take that all away.

I might as well make it memorable.

"Sit, enjoy, and don't disturb," I order Dart and Trap. Dart sinks into a recliner in the corner while Trap lies across the couch, his erection clear as day through his too-tight jeans. Pussy jeans, I sometimes call them.

I know they'll be rubbing off to this, and I can't blame them. They're about to see a goddamn amazing show if I manage to pull this off.

I stop spinning around Meredith as I land at her back. She has a thin jacket on, and I locate her spine, running my finger up and down over it through the material. I'm so close to her that I can hear a nearly inaudible sigh escape her as her body both tenses and relaxes at the same time.

"If at any point you want me to stop, just tap me three times. Got it, darlin'?" I ask, making sure this sweet girl has an out. Because once I unleash my animal, she may want to run screaming. The last thing I want is for her to feel obligated, or worse, violated.

"Okay. But I won't need to."

I wrap my fist around her loosed hair and pull, the roots straining at her scalp as I make sure I can see into her eyes and her into mine. "You may eat your words once I start to dirty you up."

"Please," she says. "I don't want to be clean anymore."

My testicles constrict against my cock, and her statement nearly makes me come before I can even show her the way I'll be able to fill her to the brim.

"As you wish," I grunt before pulling her hair tighter, causing a strangled cry to leave her throat.

What a pretty fucking throat it is too.

I wrap my other hand gently around it, the skin a beautiful light pink. I'm gentle for now, simply stroking the flesh and getting a feel for it. I practically have her purring, and I haven't made a move toward anywhere intimate yet. She was truly untouched, and she's starved for what I'm about to give.

I let that hand slip beneath her shirt, cupping her left breast over her lacy bra. I massage her perky tit in my hand, a perfect handful, and grunt like a fucking caveman at the boys. They need to know what they're missing as I make her mine.

Dart's eyes are wide, like he's never seen a fucking porno, but Trap is relaxed, his cock already out in his hand. That's way too fast for how I'm gonna draw this shit out.

I bend down to her dainty little ear as I loosen the grip on her hair a bit. "You do as I say and you get rewarded."

She nods her understanding.

"Open that pretty little mouth of yours," I tell her, and she does. I release her hair and move my fingers to trace across her soft lips. "Good girl. Now, I wonder if your other pair of lips are this soft."

I feel her core clench, and I growl in approval at what I'm obviously doing to her. It wouldn't be half as fun without making her react. Maybe she'll even beg for it before I get there.

"Now, if you're going to be mine, you'll have my cock in this pretty little mouth at some point. I need to know you can learn what to do. So, you're going to let me fuck that hole with my fingers, and you're going to suck them like you're going to pull my cum right out of me and savor it."

"Shit," Dart hisses from his corner, and I see her eyes move his way. At first, I'm filled with rage, wanting to pluck his eyes out or cut out his tongue for interrupting, but then she watches him pull his cock out. Her intense stare as I slide my finger inside of her mouth is going to torture him even more.

This is sick in the best of fucking ways, and she's my little devil doll today.

It takes her a moment to adjust, her tongue fighting to push me out until she finds a good position and evens her breathing. Then, she gets some suction going. I reward her as my other hand moves under the cup of her bra to find the warm, pink flesh underneath.

I begin to massage her breast, giving her pleasure she's likely never experienced. I don't know if she masturbates or touches herself in any way, but virgins often get it all wrong. It's never like it can be with the right manipulation from a man.

Suddenly, her sucking gets stronger, my fingers pulled toward the back of that gorgeous throat of hers. She tries to moan, but it comes out strange and muted because of my fingers. But it lets me know I am not the old and useless son of a bitch I thought I would be.

I press my hardness against her back so she can feel it, so she knows what's coming for her at the end. Because make no mistake, she's going to take all of me before I let her leave, now that I've seen the way she can submit to me.

I pound her mouth with my fingers, wishing the head of my cock was slamming into the back of her throat where she could swallow all my cum. I massage her breast more vigorously, and she moves her ass against me so I have to pull away in order to hold back.

I remove my fingers with a satisfying pop , her spit covering my two fingers thoroughly and making her lips shine as I let go and move around to her front.

"Now, take your clothes off for me. Do it quick."

I block some of the view from Dart and Trap as she does it, and she's looking at me with those intense eyes of hers the whole time. The message is clear—she's here for me today. She's giving her whole self over, and she wants to please me, and in turn, please Dart and Trap.

Her tits bounce as she releases her bra, letting each bit of fabric drop to a puddle on the floor at her feet. Her curves are subtle but sinful, her body looking like a real-life version of a Sports Illustrated model. How has she been hiding this from men all these years?

I am one lucky fuck.

I know what I need to do next. I have to worship her. Not just because she's a damn goddess, but because she deserves it. She deserves to feel treasured and pampered for giving this gift to me. Especially after what she went through less than twenty-four hours ago.

I press up against her, my hands the only thing stopping every piece of us from touching as I reach for her taut nipples. I caress them before leaning down and taking each one into my mouth, giving them little nips that get harder and harder until she moans.

It's so soft, but it's something. She needs to learn to be in the moment and inside of her body, and if I can't teach her, no one can.

I suck on each of her creamy tits before moving lower, kneeling before her like she's a queen on her throne. I block out the sounds of the men behind me as they finally get her body in full view, seeing for the first time what I saw moments ago—just how perfect she is for us.

My hands and lips reach her belly button as I try to kiss every inch. I look up at her, and Meredith has closed her eyes in pleasure.

"It's okay to make some noise for me, baby. We all want to hear it, and there's nobody else here," I coax.

Tiny sighs and moans escape her as I reach her thighs, tapping them to make her spread her legs so I can get a better taste. I suck at the flesh of her inner thigh, leaving little blue-black marks. I wish I could tattoo my name on her so anyone who tries to taste her here will know she's mine.

I move deeper toward her center, and she groans loudly. "That's my girl," I tell her between sucks until I reach her lips. Her scent is sweet like nectar, and I want so badly to have a taste. But I have to make sure she's comfortable. "Has anyone ever tasted you here?" I gently slide a finger across her lips from her clit to her tight, virgin entrance.

She shakes her head and opens her eyes, looking down at me. My cock is throbbing inside my pants, aching at the lust and trust I see there.

"Can I pleasure you that way? Can I taste your sweetness?"

Her muscles clench, and I worry she might say no and I'll have to suffer the consequences of no satisfaction. Because no woman or hand would do anything for me after seeing her like this.

But she bites her lips and softly says, "Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Please, taste me. Pleasure my cunt with your mouth."

I suck in a breath. "That filthy mouth of yours is going to get you in trouble," I warn her, feeling my own gaze darkening.

I turn to Dart and motion for him to move his ass. He's forced onto the floor, since Trap seems unwilling to move from the couch. But I don't give a fuck. I want Meredith to be comfortable.

"Now, get comfortable in the chair and spread those legs for me. I need to see your pretty pink pussy," I coo.

She does as I say, putting herself on display for me. I get down in front of her, the scent overwhelming and intoxicating. I lean forward and slick my tongue gently from one end to the other before flicking my tongue along her swollen clit.

She takes a breath and holds it for a moment. "Relax into it," I whisper to her before I flick her clit until she's moaning for release. A release I'm not going to give until I've had the satisfaction of tasting her every inch.

I slide my tongue back down her lips, her tight hole waiting for me. She's already dripping wet from all the teasing I've been doing, so I get a burst of flavor as I enter her with my tongue, only sliding in a little bit so she can get used to the sensation.

No one has ever been here. This is unexplored territory, and I lap at her vigorously as I take in what no one else has. She pushes her hips toward me, her breaths coming in jags. One day I'll force her to keep her eyes open so I can meet her eyes as she comes, but I let it slide as her legs begin to quiver.

Something primal rips through her throat—a garbled version of my name before she spills and pulses around me. I savor every moment and drink until there's no more left other than the wetness of my little devil who wants so much more from me tonight.

I stand up and look down at her as she comes down from her orgasm. "Stand up."

She stands on shaky legs, and I smile at her, ready to give her more praise. But I hold back. Mostly because it's taking everything in me not to just fuck her hard and fast, the way I would have done with other women in the past.

But this is my girl now. I want to make it last. Make it special.

But damn does my dick not want to cooperate with that plan.

"I want you to take my clothes off now, darlin'," I tell her. Her hands shaking like an addict, she steps up to me and tugs my shirt off, throwing it down. Then, she goes for my belt, watching me for a reaction as she undoes it and then my pants. It takes effort to get them off with my shaft straining against the material.

Finally, everything falls to the ground, unfurling my hardness for her to see. She slowly looks down, eyes widening at what's standing at attention and so ready for her. But I have to tame it, because I don't want to hurt her. I want her to feel pleasure she's never known.

I don't let her gaze for long, only smirk and give her the signal to turn around.

"Now, be my good girl and bend over as far as you can. Get your ass up in the air, and grab your ankles."

The view from the back like this is just as tantalizing as the front, and I can see her dripping down her thighs from what we just did.

Precum builds at the head of my cock, and I stroke it a little for good measure. I'm not going to enter her yet. I'd likely break her, and not in the way I want. But damn does she make it hard. Pun definitely intended.

I know she's slick, but I want to be sure she feels nothing but pleasure, so I stick two of my fingers in my mouth and suck on them before sliding them toward her entrance.

Meredith gasps, her body squirming. "Be still, darlin'. I'm trying to make this feel good." She takes a deep breath and steadies her body. I help to stabilize her, one hand on her hip. Her ass looks entirely smackable like this, but I'll save that kind of abuse for next time. Something to look forward to in this tangled web of sex and secrets we're creating here today.

I give her pretty cunt a couple taps before I use my fingers to spread her, the positioning helping tremendously as I work my way in. Once half the length of my fingers are buried in her hot, slick flesh, I slowly pump them out and in again, creating the friction she needs to feel the pleasure.

"Grizzly," she sighs. I moan too, never hearing a sound so sweet before. That mouth of hers will be filled with my seed someday, maybe even her belly if I can get the secret out without blowing up my life. She's too perfect not to try.

I slip my fingers deeper this time, searching for that special spot. I practically cheer when I feel that small patch on her left side. She pushes her hips back as I hit it, stroking it a few times before pumping into her again for good measure.

Her tightness makes the movement difficult, but I'm determined, biting down on my lip and working with her body as she pushes her hips back more, trying to fuck my fingers. "That's it, darlin'," I tell her. "That's how you'll come for me again."

Something about my words must ignite something in her as she pumps her hips harder with a loud moan, her sweetness spilling onto my hand and making its way to my wrist as if she's creamed herself again already. But there's no pulsing. Not yet.

"My girl is so wet for me," I growl out at her.

"Mmm, yes."

"Oh, my baby girl likes dirty talk too. My good girl is such a slut for my fingers, aren't you?" I ask, pumping harder, matching the rhythm she's setting.

A louder moan rips through her throat, and a "yes" is barely discernable through it. Then a "fuck yes."

I grin, satisfaction threatening to explode from within me.

"I wanted to make this special for you," I pant, making sure I keep catching that spot that drives her wild. "But I can't hold on for long. You're too delicious, darlin'. Do you think you can come for me so I can make you come with my cock? Would you like to see what that feels like?"

"Uh-huh," she manages to breathe out, between pumps of her own, her hands now on her knees to brace herself and give more leverage. The sound of her tits bouncing makes me wish I could see the motion. The others sure are getting a fucking good show, and they better be enjoying this shit while I'm stuck behind her. Though, her ass and pussy are such a pleasure to watch too.

I slip in one more finger, determined to get her there quick now. I pump so hard that if she has any physical signs of virginity left, I'm likely to take them away in an instant. She opens for me, blooming like a flower, and I take advantage of it, sliding in and out to the sound of her moans.

My hands are soaked, and she's barely keeping her balance as her legs shake once more. "There you go. Come for me."

She does, all over me as she loses her grip and I have to catch her with my other hand as she nearly collapses. I slide my fingers out and slip them into my mouth, savoring the flavor with my eyes shut in ecstasy for a moment.

"Are you too tired for my cock?" I ask her, turning her around in my arms. I smirk down at her as her eyes go wide.

"No, please. I want…I want you to claim me all the way. I want to feel your cock inside me." She reaches out and manages to slip a hand against my rock-hard shaft. It twitches happily at the contact.

"Let's get you to bed, then." I wink at her and pick her up in my arms to carry her to the bedroom. Dart has it decked out in designer sheets we're surely about to ruin. I throw her onto the bed and look down at her, standing over her and wondering how I'm going to take her this first time. I know I want to see her face when my cock brings her to climax.

I know Dart and Trap have come in behind me because she looks their way, her legs spread and whimpering to be taken again. They must have their cocks on full display for her now too. I bet she'd like to be claimed by us all at once one day, taking us in each of her pretty, tight holes.

But today she's all mine.

My balls ache with want and lack of satisfaction, so I stop wasting time and grab her legs, pulling her to the edge of the bed. "Grab a pillow," I tell her. She does as she's told and hands it to me. I tuck it under her pelvis to give her more tilt, knowing just how a woman can be best pleasured. Then, I place my tip at her entrance.

I tease her, rubbing the precum against her swollen lips. A tear escapes her eye, and I know she's close to pleading.

"Are you ready for this, darlin'?" I ask, barely able to take it and trying not to show I feel as needy as she does.

"Yes," she says desperately.

"Good," I say as I push into her, her head tipping back as she sighs in relief as if I've just scratched the worst of itches.

I'm careful as I maneuver deep inside the first time. I hold my breath as I bury myself deep, allowing her to adjust to my size. A last courtesy before I let loose and let my instincts take over.

When her body relaxes around me, I pull out and slam into her, then again and again until she calls out, my cock finding that same spot from before. Then, I'm done holding back.

I fuck her without pause, unrelenting, her ass sliding against the sheets and her tits bouncing as she screams like she's being murdered. "That's right, scream for me, darlin'," I tell her as I watch her fist the sheets in her sweaty hands.

I lift her legs higher, putting one on each of my shoulders, loving how flexible she is. "It's like you were made for me, you beautiful thing," I tell her as I feel her start to tense up. Her eyes go glassy on a high as her pussy clenches around me, instantly coaxing me to my own climax. I roar like the king of the forest as she drains me dry into her body like she's owned me the whole time.

I stay inside her until she stops quivering, and then I help her sit up. She's nearly face level with my cock as I go to pick up the sheet to clean myself off. But she stops me, moving my hand and dipping in with her mouth.

I gasp and go air-hungry as she licks me from base to tip. "Shit."

"Mmm," she says. "We taste good together." I threaten to come again and look down at her. She's going to kill me with stuff like that.

Dart and Trap readjust their clothes, and I help Meredith clean up the best I can in this abandoned rental. Eventually, we go get her clothes and get her dressed, and I kiss those pouty lips of hers that can't stop smiling. I'm proud to know I'm the reason.

I'm so fucking obsessed.

She goes to leave, and I tell her as such. "You're my new obsession. My dirty little secret," I whisper in her ear. "Can we keep this between all of us for now?"

She nods and then goes, taking my beating heart with her.