Chapter 47

Winnie

“O hhhhhh, Cinderella,” Cruz sing-songs, “Your chariot awaits, Darlin’.”

It’s our last weekend in the Hammer house before Anna and Popsy come home from their trip. I come out of my bedroom to see Jack standing there, holding out one arm. I shoot him a questioning look which gets no response as I loop my arm through his.

“More like a truck than a chariot,” he says to me as he leads me down the stairs, “but it’ll do the same job and deliver you to your final surprise.

“A truck. Well, that’s good,” I say as I glance down at my usual overalls, “because I forgot to wear my ball gown.”

He walks me to the front door where he transfers me to Gavin, who is waiting. But not without giving me a kiss.

After being busted by Sam, who as far as I know kept her word and kept our secrets after Jack explained that I was not cheating on Leo, we all agreed that we needed to be more careful in case of cameras.

And, with cameras around, we’d had to keep it strictly platonic, except for me and Leo, for the rest of the week.

But now we are done. The crew are all gone and it’s just us again.

“What’s going on?” I figured I’d be meeting Axel, who is one of the few Hammers whose final surprise still isn’t present and accounted for.

“I think we’re supposed to be your fairy godmothers.” Max has come up behind me and whispers, “Stand still, please.”

Then he’s putting a blindfold over my eyes.

I don’t remember this part happening in any Cinderella fairy-tale version, but I’m one million times for it. “Um…”

“Be still , Princess.”

“Okay, but what in the fresh once-upon-a-time hell is going on, guys?”

I don’t know whether to be perturbed or intrigued or ashamed of myself for hoping it’s something real damn kinky.

This princess wants all the balls. Ha.

“I can’t see anything,” I protest as Max ties the blindfold.

“That’s why I’m here,” Gavin says.

I hear the front door open and he ushers me out.

“Be home by midnight or you turn into a pumpkin!” Gunnar’s voice comes from somewhere behind me.

“Watch your step,” Gavin says as he leads me off the porch .

How? I’m blindfolded. Also, there’s nothing romantic about being in traction. Also, please-oh-please let this surprise be kinky.

“Gav,” I say. “What is up with all the pomp and circumstance?”

“That,” he says. “You will have to ask your Prince Charmings.”

“Charmings?”

Axel and…?

“Treat her well,” Gavin calls. I can hear the distinct sound of Diesel’s truck’s motor.

“Diesel?” I ask. My ass clenches and I shiver with delight. But as much as my inner nympho is screeching kinky kinky kinky !, my heart is quietly protesting that I’m focusing on the wrong thing - the secret gifts are all about love , not sex.

“I’m going to help you into the truck, if that’s okay?” Diesel asks, sounding oddly stiff and formal. He walks me around to the passenger’s side.

Once on the road, we talk and laugh and listen to music from our high school days, and I lose complete track of the time.

When he pulls onto a dirt road, I feel a confusing familiarity. And then he stops the car, parks, and says, “We’re here. Wait a moment, and your next Prince Charming will be here to escort you the rest of the way.”

I’m still blindfolded when Axel opens my door and takes my hand. He takes the blindfold off as soon as my feet hit the ground.

I blink into his gorgeous face, unable to hide my curiosity when I realize where we are .

As twilight descends, a soft palette of purples and pinks paints both the sky and the field where Max and I made love.

I can’t believe my eyes. It’s like the glamping site where the triplets took me, but a million times better. There’s a fire pit, a gazebo, what looks like it could be a dance floor, surrounded by pots overflowing with flowers. The gazebo itself is a simple metal structure, but draped in gorgeous fabrics that ruffle in the soft breeze. Twinkling fairy lights are woven through the gazebo’s canopy, creating a magical night-scape.

My heart is caught in my throat as I take it all in, disbelief rolling through me that this part of the field has been transformed into something truly beautiful. It is the kind of magical place where time stands still, and the world outside ceases to exist, just as I hoped it would become the night I spent here with Max.

I turn to Axel, my heart swelling with gratitude and love, and find him watching me with a quiet intensity. “You like it, Win?”

I run into his arms. “I love it.”

He kisses me, pulling me tighter against him, and I melt in his arms, molding myself to his body.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about our camping trip date, Sweetheart. We have so many memories together, you and I, but fuck me, Win. That night was something else. You’re something else.”

I’m smiling so hard. My heart is absolutely filled to the brim with love.

He kisses me gently, and whispers against my lips, “We never had a chance to have another foursome before you chose your final Hammer, though. ”

My thighs clench, automatically. “Ye-es,” I agree, slowly. “That’s true, but our time never ran out because I never had to choose.”

“And if you were to choose, perhaps this time from among all of us, who might you want to have your next foursome with?”

I swallow hard. “Do you mean… tonight?”

“If you like.”

My cheeks heat as my mind scrolls through all ten of my gorgeous men.

“I have to pick only…how many?”

He laughs as he drops kisses along my jawline. “How many of us are you ready to handle, sweetheart?”

I scoff, but my stomach flips over. “All of you.”

He raises a brow. “Is that so?”

I raise a brow back at him, as if in a challenge.

He smirks. “You really think so?”

I roll my eyes, as if to say, obviously , but it’s really because I can’t speak. Because oh, my God, what is happening right now? Are we really having this conversation? And what does it mean?

I glance around for Diesel, and only then do I notice that he’s gone, and so is his truck.

“Where’s Deez?”

“He’s on call tonight. All you have to do is beckon and he’ll race right back over.” He gives me a wink. “They all will. ”

I glance over at the gazebo, bright with fairy lights, and I can see the bed inside. It takes up the entire space from what I can see.

They’re all on call. For me.

“All of them?”

“Now, is that a question, or an answer?” he asks.

My brain, my heart, my loins all explode with one giant, silent OH, MY GOD just at the very thought of all of them. Tonight.

“I… I…” I’m too dead to respond.

Axel chuckles and pulls away. “Go inside the gazebo. Go see if you like it. And leave all the rest up to me.”

I swallow, and head straight for the gazebo. It is truly beautiful from the outside, all lit up with fairy lights. The canopy softly rustles as I pull it back and peek inside.

It looks like I imagine the inside of a cloud, floating through heaven, and the fairy lights through the fabric, are an entire galaxy of magical stars.

The bed is vast, making the gazebo look so much larger inside than out. The bed looks so soft, too, and I can’t wait to climb in. It’s not the only thing in the space, there’s a gorgeous wooden bar built along the banquet-style bench seats. On top is an overstuffed gift basket of snacks and drinks.

It’s incredible.

“It’ll be easy to take down, and move, so don’t be sorry if you hate the location,” Axel says from the entrance of the gazebo .

“No, it’s gorgeous. But I love that it’s portable. I want to take it with us wherever we go.”

He grins and joins me by the bar.

“Are you hungry? Thirsty? The gift basket of snacks was Mason’s idea. He wanted there to be a pool table, too. Always going on and on about a damn pool table…”

I smile and rise up on my toes to kiss him. “I’m hungry. But not for just any snack.” I nip at his shoulder and he laughs. “I want this snack.”

He scoops me up and tosses me, fully clothed, into bed. My heart skitters and my stomach drops and I giggle as I sink into the soft bed and am enveloped by pillows.

And then I am enveloped by his body as he covers me, kisses me deeply. And as he kisses me, he rolls his hips, pressing his cock into me, knowing I’ll be washed in desire.

Yup, my panties grow wetter than ever. I clench my pussy in an effort to keep my horniness at bay, but I’m not sure it helps.

“Fuck, Winnie,” Axel says with a groan as he suddenly rolls off me, and off the bed.

I watch as he begins to strip, first his pants, unbuttoned then off. His shirt is slower to remove until he yanks it off, ripping it. A few buttons go flying.

When he drops his boxers my mouth goes dry. It doesn’t matter that I’ve seen all of him before, I react to him – to all of them – like I’m seeing them for the first time. Mouthwatering.

He is back in bed with me in an instant, his hands at the waistband of my pants. “I want time to have you all to myself for just a bit longer,” he says as he undoes the button .

“Do you mind sharing me with the others tonight?”

He shakes his head. “No. You’ve got a lot of love to give, sweetheart. I know that. I admire that.”

His finger gently traces the crease of my lips and I respond by sucking it into my mouth.

Axel responds to that by stripping me naked. It takes longer for me to get undressed than him, but I can’t stop kissing him, or reaching for his hard cock, wanting to touch his naked body as much as he wants to touch mine.

Once I’m fully naked, he sits between my spread legs. With one of his hands, he caresses my belly. I fucking love the feel of that. His other hand moves between my thighs. I moan as he thumbs my clit.

“You’re very, very wet, Winnie.” He draws lazy circles, and I whimper. “You want something in your pussy, now, sweetheart?”

“Please.”

“Get on your hands and knees,” he commands.

I do what he says without delay, and am rewarded as two of Axel’s fingers press into me. It doesn’t take more than a moment before I’m pushing back on him, trying to fuck myself with him, wanting more more more. He gives my ass a tiny slap and drops a kiss on the skin. I wiggle my ass back at him. He grips my hips and slams his cock inside.

Once he builds up a hard, steady rhythm, he reaches around and circles my clit again, and it doesn’t take long before I’m making sexed-up squeals every time he slams to the hilt, dropping onto my elbows because I’m so full, so gloriously everything .

“I bet the others would like to watch you come,” Axel says, as I squirm against his hand, wanting even more. “Should we let someone else join in on the fun?”

It’s mostly a growl, low in my ear.

“ Yes ,” I pant. “Yes, please, but….”

Oh, my God, I’m coming apart. The entire world has ceased to exist and it’s just our bodies and fucking and my heart pounding with love and lust for these boys.

“But they’re not here,” I finally say with a pout.

Really, it’s not fair.

He laughs. “Shout out for someone, baby.”

I stop, surprised. “For whom?”

“Whomever you want.”

I furrow my brows. “Gunnar.”

I pick him because I have been salivating to reciprocate that delicious afternoon on the stairs, and still haven’t had a chance, with all the cameras around.

“Hey, Gun. Get your lucky ass in here,” Axel says.

I am genuinely perplexed, and my movements slow.

“You really didn’t hear any of their trucks, did you, Win?” he says with a chuckle. He tightens his grip on my hips and slams into me again. My moan is probably loud enough to resound through every inch of wide open space around our gazebo.

“Yeah,” he says with a laugh. “You were a bit loud. So were their trucks, but… ”

He slams into me again and my deliriously happy moan nearly drowns out the sound of Gunnar’s voice as he says, “Holy fucking hell, yum .”

“Where do you want Gunnar?” Axel asks me, slowing his slide in and out. “Do you want him in your mouth?”

I nod and Gunnar’s big frame moves into my eye range. His hypnotic blue eyes lock on mine as Axel flicks my clit just right and it’s like I’ve been hit by a lightning bolt.

FORTUNE FAVORS THE BOLD. I lick my lips as he strips off his shirt, exposing that tattoo of his that I love so much. And then he’s unzipping his jeans, and pulling out that cock I love so much, too.

He slips it between my lips and I latch on, loving being able to suck him and make him feel as good as Axel is making me feel. For a long while, I get lost in the taste of him and the moans I pull out of him, and rhythmic sounds of Axel’s skin slapping mine as he thrusts into me.

“Does it feel good, Sweetheart?”

I moan with appreciation, swirling my tongue around the head of Gunnar’s cock. “Except for my ass… My ass feels so… empty.”

Axel laughs, low and rumbly. “I think I know a remedy for that. I hear Leo and Theo have been thinking about a Winnie sandwich–”

“A what?” I stop moving completely.

Axel gives my ass a little slap and resumes pumping his hips, but this time, he wets his finger and pokes the tip into my ass. I squirm and moan, sucking Gunnar deeper into my mouth .

“Is that what you want?” Axel says. “A Winnie sandwich? They’d be pretty good at it–they’ve been hugging you like that for years, anyway.”

“Hey, Theo,” Gunnar calls. “Did you hear what our girl wants?”

He cradles the crown of my head as I hear Theo’s reply. “No.”

Axel’s hips gyrate, and the slide of his cock out and then in again is too good. He slaps my ass cheek again, and presses his finger in a tiny bit deeper, wiggling it. “Tell Theo what you told me, Winnie.”

Holy shit.

“My ass feels empty.”

It comes out as a near whine. My cheeks burn from how desperate I sound.

“Well, we can’t have that,” Theo murmurs from a few feet away.

“Alright, five more seconds, tops,” Gunnar says, and Axel begins fucking me in a way that ensure we’ve all got five more seconds, tops.

But then Axel pulls away, just a moment before Gunnar’s cock explodes in my mouth, filling my mouth with his warm, saltiness.

As soon as Gunnar’s cock is free of my mouth, Axel slams into me again, so deep, so deliciously, and I feel him spasm in me as he shouts out my name.

I haven’t come yet, but Axel kisses my shoulder before pulling out of me, and whispers, “Don’t worry, Sweetheart. Your fun is only just getting started. And I brought plenty of lube.”