26. Lucy

W e didn't have story books in Guttertown, so we loved our gossip. That was why I changed out of my dress and back into trousers and a shirt before we walked to the barn. I knew damned well the gossip mongers weren't going to immediately jump to the truth, but Lance had a reputation for being a pretty boy and some people had a fetish for that. It got weird sometimes.

They wouldn't immediately jump to Lance being Lucy, but they would start some stories about Lance liking to wear women's clothing. Which people did in Guttertown and there was nothing wrong with it, but it was a little too close to the truth for me.

We were laughing and joking as we walked to the farm. It was nice. It felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. It wasn't that I hated Lance. I just never got a chance to be Lucy.

A giant blur came running at me and tackled me. I landed on my back with a thud and I could hear three men growling behind me. I punched the person on top of me. They just laughed and hauled me to my feet.

"Hey, little brother."

"Autar? I gave you one black eye. Who gave you the other?"

"So, I'm the general now. It sucks, but I meet all kinds of pretty women. I asked one to marry me and she hit me. She had a hell of a right hook. I think I'm in love."

"Hold up. What the fuck? Autar is your brother?" Ronan asked.

"Half-brother," we both said.

We knew they wouldn't ask us for our father's name. No one ever said it out loud if they could avoid it. Autar only told me the first time because I was also an Argent kid and he was pretty drunk.

"Oh, that's delicious," Ollie said. "You look nothing alike. Autar is a mountain."

"Yeah, but Lance shares my affinity with the ladies. He's a legend at the brothel," Autar said, punching me in the arm.

"Your black eye says otherwise," Beck pointed out.

"She was just flirting. It's foreplay."

"I don't think so," I said.

"That's because despite being a legend at the brothel, you really don't understand women. Anyway, I have to get back to my post. How stupid is the Day of Respect? Bye, brother!"

"Is he for real?" Ronan asked. "He just tackled you!"

"Nothing you haven't done before and I gave him a black eye."

"Yeah, but Autar is a fucking giant."

"And he thinks you don't understand women," Ollie giggled.

"Yeah, yeah," I said, jumping on Ollie's back and putting him in a headlock.

Ollie wrapped his arms around my thighs and took off running towards the farm.

"Nothing is keeping me from this. Not even your massive brother."

Ronan and Beck were running beside us hooting.

"You'd better put me down or you're going to be too tired to perform."

I wasn't a small person. Yeah, I was thin, but I was also muscular and tall.

"Psh. I'd never be too tired for that."

Ollie finally set me down when the farm was in sight. We went straight to the barn. I was expecting the usual barn, but Ollie had gone all out. He'd made a mattress out of hay and covered it with blankets. Ollie had lanterns hanging from hooks in the rafters. He walked over to a table with bottles on it and lit a small candle underneath an oil burner.

The Madame had these at the brothel. It was a Jagged Key Isles thing that some people in Guttertown had adopted if they weren't as dirt poor as everyone else. It made the entire house smell wonderful. The Jagged Key Isles people sold oil that smelled like rich spices from their home, but you could also buy some that made it smell like you had been baking.

I preferred the rich spices from the Jagged Key Isles and had made no secret about it. I bought the kind that smelled like baking for the tavern because it was welcoming and sometimes, people came straight from work without washing. The oil covered up most of the body odor. Ollie got the kind I preferred, and it filled the barn.

Fuck me. I was nervous. I mean, it should go down like this. We'd been inseparable since we were toddlers and I'd never want to choose between them. They were all very different men. I loved them for different reasons. They could all destroy me the same.

At my infamous night at the brothel when we were sixteen, yeah, I went down on her, but we also just talked while I rubbed her back. I knew the first time hurt. She also said there were ways it could hurt after the first time, too.

I trusted them and I was fine with a little pain. Problem was, I wasn't sure what would happen to that trust if it were a lot of pain. I knew everything about them except all the intimate stuff that was never a possibility until they knew my secret.

Beck stepped forward and kissed me. Beck kissed differently than Ollie, but he was very good at it. That just left Ronan, but Beck was blocking his way.

"I have an idea, but it's up to you. It'll take a lot of trust from you."

"I'm open to hearing it, but I may say no."

"Okay, so there are definitely ways for the three of us to share you that we'll get to later, but are probably a little much considering you haven't done this before. There's probably going to be plenty of times it's just you with one of us, but this needs to be all of us.

"We are never going to ask you to pick. So, my suggestion is that we blindfold you. You won't know who is touching you or which order we go in. I promise you, every one of us knows how to make you feel good and we've shared women before. We would have invited Lance, but we didn't think he'd be into it and if we knew about Lucy, we never would have touched those other women."

"And trust me when I say we're motivated to make this the best for you," Ollie said. "We've been in love with you for years when we thought you were Lance. We want to do this a lot with you and we're never going to look at another woman again."

"Some women like being blindfolded even when they are just with one man," Ronan said.

I thought about it. Someone would have to go first and I certainly didn't want to pick. I trusted these guys. I also knew Beck's entire job was stepping in if things went too far. He wouldn't let things get painful for me. I didn't think they would, but I'd also had a conversation at the brothel when I was alone with one of the girls. She said sometimes, men had an entirely different side to them when they got naked.

"Let's do it."

Beck ripped his shirt off and tore the bottom off. I gasped because it was a nice shirt and you just didn't intentionally fuck your clothes up in Guttertown. The brothel and the tavern were probably the most profitable businesses, but we still mended the holes in our clothes until they completely fell apart. We weren't royalty or the Barons. I heard some of those women had dresses they only wore once. What a waste.

Beck just smirked at me.

"Was the gasp because I look good without my shirt on or because I improvised because I don't have a blindfold."

"I got so distracted you ripped a perfectly good shirt just to blindfold me during sex, I didn't have time to check you out. And I've seen you without your shirt plenty of times. You know damned well you look good."

Ollie ripped his shirt off next and gave me his perfect, pouty face.

"Check me out and tell me I'm pretty next."

"I'll only tell you that you're pretty because you're sulking. All of Guttertown is in agreement on that and tell you all the time."

"Yeah, but it doesn't count when drunk old Dot Barclay tells me I'm pretty and pinches my arse. It only matters when you do it."

"And me," Ronan said, spanking Ollie's bottom. "I'm secure and don't need you to stroke my ego, but I won't complain if you do."

"And I won't complain if all of you get naked so I can properly look," I said.

Oh, wow. They were apparently just as excited as I was because they were already stripping before I could even finish my sentence. They were naked before I knew it. I guess it was my turn. I went for my shirt, but they stopped me.

"Oh, no. We want to undress you."

I had to bind my chest again when I changed clothes. I might be thin and muscular, but I had tits that couldn't be hidden with a baggy shirt unless they were strapped down. They noticed when they peeled my shirt off.

"Is this necessary?" Beck asked. "I could ask the girls about some kind of corset."

"We already tried that. They amplify cleavage and shove them up. Corsets make them more noticeable. I need them strapped down."

"It looks uncomfortable," Ronan said.

"It is, but I'm used to it."

"Let us get you out of that," Ollie said.

It was always an enormous relief when the bindings came off, but this was different. Ollie was tender when he unwrapped the bandages. I only had them on long enough to walk to the farm, but they'd already caused redness and indentations on my skin. He noticed the scars.

"Lucy," he whispered, caressing my ribs. "I hate that you have to endure this."

"It's better when they are off."

"Then when you are at any of our places, they are off," Ronan said.

"Everyone knows better than to go into a room without knocking at the brothel. And honestly, I think everyone there would get why you're Lance outside your flat, so they'd keep your secret if they ever found out."

I was trying to resist the urge to cover myself with my arms. I'd been strapping my breasts down and been seriously annoyed with them for so long, it was just weird standing here topless. Ollie caught my arms when they moved to cover me.

"Don't do that. This is natural. This is you. You're beautiful and you don't have to hide from us."

Ronan came up behind me and started kissing my neck.

"You really are perfect. Don't hide from us."

Beck started pulling at the laces of my trousers.

"Let us see you. May I?"

I nodded, but then Ronan started nibbling on my shoulder. I really loved that. Ronan held me up as I leaned back into him and Beck and Ollie pulled my trousers off.

"Ready for that blindfold?" Beck asked.

"I mean, yeah. You destroyed your shirt for it."

Beck passed the blindfold to Ronan, who tied it around my eyes. Ollie scooped me up and carried me to his blankets. He set me down gently and they all pounced. There were mouths and hands all over me.

Someone was kissing me, another person was sucking my nipples, and another was between my legs nipping at my thighs. It was almost too much. I let out a huge moan when whoever was between my legs started flicking my clit with their tongue.

Whoever was kissing me had my hands pinned down. I could have figured it out by touching their hair. Beck's was in locs down to his waist, Ollie wore his tied back in a strip, and Ronan kept his short. They knew that and they were keeping my hands out of the equation.

I had been a little unsure of the blindfold, but I actually loved it. I had no idea when or where the next touch was coming. Someone was licking my clit and had a death grip on my thighs, but the other two? I didn't know what they were going to do next.

They were flicking my nipples with their tongues or biting my neck. I'd never done this before, so I didn't know what I liked. I was figuring it out and so were they. They were learning every single cry and moan I made.

Someone slid a finger inside me. I felt a small pinch, but it wasn't terrible. I grew up riding horses on Ollie's farm and fighting with an evil donkey. There probably wouldn't be much in the way of blood. He let me adjust and then added another finger. It felt fucking amazing.

I knew what an orgasm was because I'd experimented in bed and I played in a brothel as a kid, but the one that hit me curled my toes and arched my back.

"Fuck!" I yelled.

"Don't wake my uncle or he'll see your tits," Ollie said.

Ollie was the one holding my arms down and kissing my neck.

"Shut up!" Ronan hissed.

Ronan had been the one worshipping my breasts. That left Beck with the talented tongue between my legs. They pulled away so we could all regroup.

"Are you ready for us?"

I started giggling.

"You can't disguise your voice from me, Ollie, but yes, I'm ready."

I couldn't tell if it was Ollie or Ronan first. I'd always know Beck because of the baths he took in perfumed oils. It didn't matter. The person who went first was gentle with me, but it was also passionate. He took his time, and I appreciated it.

I was guessing Ronan, but I didn't know for sure. Someone had my hands pinned down so I couldn't touch him and figure it out. And I was still learning what I liked, but I was very much into being blindfolded and helpless right now. Mostly because I wasn't really helpless. If I wanted my hands back or the blindfold off, I just had to ask.

The man who went first was perfect. He left my body singing and shaking. They were pretty firm on keeping their identity hidden from me. He panted, but I could tell he was trying to keep any noises he made to himself so I couldn't guess. I still didn't know if it was Ollie or Ronan.

When the next man came to me, I instantly knew it was Beck, and I didn't have to touch him or hear him. I wasn't sure if he knew about this ahead of time if he would have skipped the scented bath that gave him away. Beck always smelled like sandalwood, cashmeran, and spices. That scent always smelled like home, but I'd never tell them that was how I identified Beck.

Beck apparently, had different ideas. He wouldn't speak because he still didn't realize I knew it was him. I couldn't see what he was doing, either. He gently picked me up. I went along with it, even though I didn't know what he was about to do.

Beck placed me so that I was straddling his waist. I got it. He wanted me on top. That fateful night in the brothel when I ate out one of the girls and gave her a massage, she told me that was the favorite position of most of the girls there, but they didn't get asked to do it very often.

I couldn't see, so Ollie and Ronan guided Beck inside me and helped me get situated. It was awkward at first, but it was pretty easy to figure out what to do. And fuck me. I could see why all the women at the brothel liked this position. It felt fantastic and was perfect if you happened to be a bit of a control freak…which I was.

I threw back my head and just enjoyed the ride. I was having the time of my life. Maybe there was one good thing about my cursed period. It exposed me to Ollie and led me to telling my friends the truth. It led me to this barn.

Beck was growling and gripping my hips. I could tell he was trying not to make any noise because they were committed to me not knowing who was who. He wanted to me to go faster, but he'd never tell me that with this blindfold on, so he just manipulated my hips how he wanted it.

I was so close. I almost forgot there were two other men in here, but in this position, they had ample access to my body. I had a mouth on each nipple and it pushed me over the edge. The barn was pretty far away from the main house, so hopefully, Ollie's uncle didn't hear me crying out. I couldn't exactly keep it in.

I draped myself across Beck's chest and tried to catch my breath. His scented skin smelled even better when it smelled like sex. But they weren't done with me and they didn't give me time to rest for very long.

I might be blindfolded, but I knew these men. The hands that picked me up and set me down on all fours were calloused. That meant it was Ronan who went first and Ollie who was touching me now. Ronan had elegant, artist hands. Ollie spent his life on the farm after his parents died. He worked at the tavern now, but he worked with his hands a lot, rigging things up for the tavern and helping out at the farm when he could.

I had an idea the first man was Ronan because of how passionate and gentle he was. Ronan was always like that unless you wronged him. He never got angry or lost his cool. He just got even without throwing a single punch like the rest of us.

Ronan was passionate like an artist and Ollie was more like a fire. It made sense that Ollie would go last. I guess they wanted me to experience a variety of positions tonight or share their favorites with me. Ollie wanted to take me from behind. Beck and Ronan didn't want him to do that alone.

One of them was kissing me and the other was pinching my nipples as Ollie slid into me. All three positions felt different. Ollie was hitting something inside me that felt good, but he didn't stop there. He finally spoke and confirmed I was right. He tried to disguise his voice, but he'd never been able to hide from me.

"Get her clit."

Someone leaned forward and started massaging my clit while Ollie pounded into me. He was a little rougher than Ronan, but not out of control. I liked it. I heard him snarl and yelped when his hand came down to spank me. Except I actually liked it.

"Do that again," I panted.

I wore my hair short. Some guys in Nestran wore it long, but my face was a little too feminine to pull it off while pretending to be a boy. The person in front of me tangled their hands in my hair and pulled. Ooh. I liked that, too. They kissed me passionately.

I exploded again. I honestly didn't think I could cum again. This was what? The fourth time tonight? My body was shaking through the aftershocks. They pulled the blindfold off and immediately snuggled me.

"Did we do good?" Ronan asked.

"It was perfect. We're definitely going to have to do that again."

"First things first," Ollie said, handing me his flask. "Drink this. I made the tea you'll need not to get pregnant."

"Thanks."

Because honestly, I hadn't even thought about that. Having sex had been off the table for so long, I hadn't really worried about getting pregnant. My period showed up with a vengeance, but it never lasted long. Since it was impossible to track, Mom told me if I ever started having sex, to make sure I had the tea.

"I wouldn't be mad if you had my baby," Beck said, tracing my stomach with his finger.

"I'm not ready for everyone to find out I'm Lucy, but I'm glad all of you did."

I really was. I was a few steps closer to figuring out who I was.