Chapter 11

CHAPTER 11

“ A h, lass. He was a stubborn old man. Always had been, even back then. I didn’t know my mum had sent him letters through a friend. I’m glad she was able to connect in some way to him.”

“T-there’s a letter in there from him. For you.” Beth sniffled as she moved to get up, away from him.

Brodie watched as she moved to her bag in the closet and pulled out the book that looked like it had seen better days. She handed it to him with the letter on top that had his uncle’s chicken scratch writing.

“Thank you.”

When Brodie touched her hand, he was jolted by the sparks that flew when they touched. He couldn’t look away from her eyes when she looked up into his.

“Lass, you need to know something.”

“W-what?”

“I want to kiss you. Hell, I want to sink my cock into you. But it wouldn’t just be me. Any woman I am with, I share with the other two men in this house. We made a pact years ago that any woman we wind up with is with all three of us. Whether it be for the night or for a relationship.”

“Oh! Um, how would that even work?”

Brodie watched the confusion as well as the heat play over Beth’s facial features. She was interested but confused and scared at the thought at the same time.

“How ever you would want it. One in that sweet pussy, one in your luscious arse, and one in your fuckable mouth. One at a time. Whatever makes you comfortable.”

“Oh.” Beth repeated, biting her lower lip as she stared at Brodie.

“I-I honestly wouldn’t know how that would work. I don’t have much experience with guys. Hell, Doug is my first experience in relationships period. You see how well that worked out.” Beth laughed as she patted Brodie’s arm.

“Lass, have you and Doug done the deed?” Brodie asked, looking down at Beth curiously.

“Done the deed? You mean have sex? Yes. We’ve had sex. If that’s what it’s all about, I’m good without it.” Beth waved a hand at Brodie, shaking her head.

Yeah, that just wasn’t going to work. It was time that he and his friends showed this beautiful, sexy woman what it meant to be cherished during sex.

“Jack. Get in here!” Brodie yelled, making Beth jump.

Brodie put the book she had given him next to the urn that was on the dresser. He placed a photo that was on the dresser in front of the urn before turning to Beth just as Jack came into the room.

“Everything ok?” Jack asked, rushing into the room.

“Aye. Seems our lass here doesn’t know how enjoyable being worshipped or fucked into an inch of her life is. Lass, have you ever had an orgasm?” Brodie asked, his voice turning husky and demanding as he walked Beth backwards towards the bed.

“U-um if you mean during sex, no. It’s why Doug says I’m a dead fish in bed.” Beth softly admitted, breaking eye contact with Brodie.

“Eyes on me, lass.” Brodie ordered, running his finger across Beth’s jaw.

“Have you ever had an orgasm by your own hand?” Brodie asked, trailing his finger down to her breast, teasing her nipple through her shirt.

“No. I’ve never done that.” Beth shook her head quickly.

“Jack, be a good lad and go let Angus know we need him for a tutoring session. Lass, one chance to tell us to fuck off. You don’t want the three of us with you, teaching you what it means to be worshipped, truly fucked and stuffed, you had better speak now. Because once Angus gets in here and finds out what we just did, all bets are off. The rest of the time we are snowed in this cabin, you will be naked, fucked by one or more of us on a regular basis. We might let you up long enough to hydrate and eat so that you have enough energy. But by the time we leave this cabin, you will never allow that Doug person to come near you. You will never settle again. Is that clear?”

Brodie waited for Beth’s answer. He nearly took her answer away from her when she started nibbling on her lower lip as she looked between the two of them.

When Jack came back into the room with Angus behind him, looking dark and broody, he knew what her answer would be before she murmured it. She wanted all three of them and wasn’t sure what that made her in the eyes of the public.

“Lass don’t worry about what others would think about this. What happens here, and in the future, is no one’s business but ours. We are not making any promises beyond what happens in this house. You need to know what it truly means to be cherished, fucked, stuffed and what a real orgasm is. We need the release as well. Our hands have only gotten us so far right now. Are you in, or do I send Angus back to chop more wood for the fire and the rest of us deal with the cold?”

“Show me what it means to be fucked and stuffed.” Beth stared him in the eyes as she said the words he knew she wanted to say.

“Ah. Good lass. Angus. Who goes first?”

“W-why does he get to choose?” Beth asked, looking over at Angus, fire in her eyes for him.

“Because I’m the team leader. They chose me to make the decisions. Now, I understand you’ve never touched yourself?” Angus questioned as he gave her the answers she asked for.

“N-No.”

“Get undressed. Now!” Angus ordered, the men standing around, side by side.

“Why should I be the only one who gets undressed?” Beth challenged Angus, chin going up.

“She’s going to be a spitfire in bed. I’m already fucking hard just thinking of it.” Jack smirked at her.

“Gentlemen, let’s give the lady a little something.” Brodie suggested to the group as he smirked at Beth.

“Beth, you have five seconds to start getting undressed. If I don’t see clothes going off, I will take them off myself, rendering them useless. What Brodie failed to mention, we are dominant men. We require our woman to be submissive. A spitfire and an occasional brat. But a submissive none-the-less. Now, clothes off on your own or do I do it for you?”