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Chapter Thirteen
Zac
I wake to the sounds of Willow’s moans. As I roll onto my side, Micah’s hands grab my waist firmly and pull me into his erection. Opening my eyes, I see Willow has her eyes closed, arm thrown over her face, and her mouth is in the shape of an O. I can’t help my smirk. I know Jace is beneath the covers giving her a real Jace wake up for the second morning in a row. He likes to use his mouth to get people’s attention and oral is no exception.
“Oh shit, I’m going to come,” she whispers, and her body shudders.
“Now that is how we should wake up every day,” Micah mumbles.
Jace pops his head up from beneath the covers. “There is nothing like the smell of pussy in the morning.”
“I hate to break it to you all, but it’s almost nine. We need to get up,” Willow informs us in her sexy-as-fuck post-orgasmic voice.
I look over at the antique clock on the wall, and dammit, Willow is right. Last night was a blur of fucking, and lots of it. Yesterday, we spent the day lounging around the house, eating snacks and watching movies, all things we don’t get to do very often. It was nice to be able to just chill. Willow was nervous last night because her family will be here soon, and as much as she wants to have our backs and throw herself into the mix, we told her we will leave it up to her. If she isn’t ready and wants to see where it goes first, we all understand. Shit, it’s taken Micah years to introduce us.
“Fucking hell, we need to get dressed. Our parents should already be here,” Micah huffs out.
We all get up and find our discarded clothes from last night. Willow locates the outfit she and Jace put together and takes it into the bathroom. Jace and Micah leave the room to shower elsewhere, but I sneak into the bathroom with her. I watch as she gets under the water, noticing she hasn’t tried to wash off the marker. Not that it would do her any good—Jace would simply mark her again.
“Can I join you?” I ask, and she whips her head to the side, startled that someone else is here, but she nods eagerly. I strip out of my sweats and step into the shower. As she smiles at me, I take her hands, pulling her body closer.
“Are you ready for today?” she asks.
I shrug. “I suppose, but they’re not my family. Of course, I hope they like me, but if they don’t, as long as I have you all, that’s what matters.”
“I’m nervous about drawing attention to myself,” she admits. “But I also know Micah will take the brunt of it.”
Micah told me his family do Easter lunch here on the Saturday, and some of the family prefer to drive home and spend the Sunday with just their immediate family. I can respect that, and now that our unit feels complete, I can see the merit in not working Easter and spending the morning in bed, making my woman breakfast before we stuff ourselves full of chocolate. Shit, I didn’t buy Willow an Easter present. I hope one of the guys thought to buy her something. I’m sure Jace was all over it.
“Of course he’ll protect you. He won’t let you take them on without him. ”
“It’s weird,” she says, squirting body wash onto a loofah and soaping it up before placing it on my chest. “I always thought he didn’t like me, though I spent the first couple of years secretly fantasizing about my hot stepbrother. But now, after this weekend, I don’t see him as my stepbrother any longer.”
I chuckle as she lowers the loofah to my abs. “He has never seen you as his sister, not since you were eighteen, anyway.”
“I wish I knew that before now.”
“Turn around and place your hands on the tiles.”
Her soft movements over my abs have gotten me so turned on, and I’m even harder when she immediately does as I ask, spinning and placing her hands on the wall. I step up behind her, grabbing my cock. I have to bend slightly to make it work, as she is shorter than me, but who cares? And when I slip inside her, it feels like home.
“This is going to be quick.”
She nods as I thrust into her as hard as I can, and she shouts, “Fuck, Zac! Faster!”
The water streams down over us, and I answer her demand, fucking her into the tiled wall. Her lusty cries get louder, and I do nothing to stop them. If her family is here, fuck them—they can hear how I make her feel. The thought alone makes me puff out my chest, and if I was a bird, I would fluff out my feathers .
The second her pussy clamps down on my cock and she cries out my name, my balls tighten, and I let myself go. When my release is done, I pull back and spin her around. Then, using two of my fingers, I push my cum back up into her.
“Don’t wash that out. I want my cum inside you, and when it dampens your panties later, you’ll remember that you’re mine.”
She shivers at my words and nods as I turn the water off.
“Willow?”
Her entire body goes stiff. “Shit, that’s my mom.”
“Just remember, you are an adult. Having a man in your room is not a crime.”
She snorts. “Remember you said that when she is planning our wedding over lunch.”
I step out of the shower and reach for a towel. “Willow! Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry.”
Her mother’s eyes track down my body and I don’t miss the way they widen when she reaches my cock.
I wrap the towel around my waist, expecting her mother to leave, but she doesn’t. I grab a second towel and block her mom’s view of her daughter, then wrap the towel around her body, pressing a kiss to her lips. “I’ll meet you downstairs.” I wink at her and turn back to face her mom. “It’s nice to meet you finally, Mrs. Brooks. I will go put some clothes on before the official introductions.”
Her mom nods and I slip from the bathroom, quickly making my way to Micah’s room. Both Micah and Jace are already dressed and look at me in anticipation.
“We have a slight hiccup in our plan. Willow’s mom walked in on us getting out of the shower.”
Micah laughs. “Oh no, Carol will be downstairs with her sister in no time, planning out how many kids you two will have. It’s all they do every year, talk about who will have more children, or who is getting married.”
“I better get dressed and face the music.”
Jace already has my clothes laid out on the bed—he has the best style out of us all, and I have never gone to a family gathering before. Jace isn’t close to his family, and I have none. I think it’s why we have been pushing to meet Micah’s, hoping for the family we both missed out on.
Once I’m dressed, we make our way downstairs. Micah leads us over to his father and Carol.
“Dad, I would like you to meet Jace and Zac.”
Carol’s eyes widen. “It is finally nice to meet you both. Micah never invites his friends over. I am so sorry I walked in on you and my Willow. ”
“It’s so nice to meet you.” Jace holds his hand out to Micah’s father. “We have heard so much about you.”
“All good things I hope,” his father jokes.
“Oh my goodness, who are these handsome young men?” a woman who must be in her mid-to late-thirties asks as she joins us.
“This is my sister Angie, and she has no manners.”
“I have manners, but good-looking young men are simply scarce. You should set them up with someone from the gold club. Marnie’s daughter is single.”
I snort, and Micah growls. “There is no need. None of us are single.”
Micah’s tone is a little snappy, but he gets his point across.
Willow finally joins us, and I take her in as she enters the room in her dress, Jace’s denim jacket, and her cute little buns.
Jace elbows me. “Doesn’t she look beautiful?”
All I can do is nod, but Angie scoffs. “She needs to be mindful there are children around. Her boobs are out.”
“Respectfully, her boobs are amazing. I wish we could see more.” I wink at her and walk toward Willow. She smiles as I reach her, and I decide to give her family a show. “Your aunt is a bitch,” I whisper, “but let’s give her something to complain about.”
I plant a kiss on her lips and lean her back, holding my hand under her leg like one of those kisses you see in the movies until someone clears their throat. We break apart, and Micah and Jace are by our side.
“I think we need to hide for a bit,” Jace says with a laugh.
“No way, we need to give them one more thing to gossip about,” Micah retorts, wrapping his arm around Jace and pulling him to his side as he kisses his temple, then we all laugh and walk away.
The rest of the morning goes the same way. Micah decided he would do small touches, kisses on our temples, and brushes of our fingers. He is just waiting for someone to say something. By the time lunch is set up, their entire family is here. Micah and Willow’s parents, Willow’s aunt, her husband—the poor guy has barely said two words and looks too scared to contribute anything—and their children, though I’m not exactly sure which ones are theirs or how many. I also met a second aunt who seems okay, and her husband, who is very boisterous, and some of the children belong to them. Then there’s a single uncle, and from Micah’s side there is an aunt who looks like a nun. There are also two uncles, their wives, children, and some cousins, but I couldn’t tell you whose side they are from—all I know is there are people everywhere.
Carol has one of the gardens set up with tables and lunch is ready to be served. I sit beside Willow, and Micah sits between Jace and me. Their parents sit across from us, along with Aunt Angie.
Once the food is served, Angie keeps sneaking glances across the table, and I want to throw my fork at her, but that isn’t good table manners.
“So, Willow, how did you find yourself a man who looks like that?”
Ahh, and there it is, the reason Willow is self-conscious. It’s because the women of her family don’t fucking lift her up.
I clear my throat. “I’m the lucky one. Willow is one of the best people I have ever met. And to top it off, she is beautiful.”
Angie tilts her head, the look on her face saying she doesn’t believe me. “How did you meet?”
“It’s a funny story, actually,” Willow starts, as I slip my hand beneath the table and rub circles on her leg with my thumb. “I tied myself to a chair, and called Micah to come and save me.”
“What a good big brother,” Carol gushes, and I suck my lips into my mouth to hold back my laughter.
“The best,” Jace confirms, and I hear Micah kick him under the table.
“I didn’t know Micah would bring his friends with him, and once they saved me, they invited me out for drinks. The rest is history. ”
Angie nods and moves on. “And what about you two? Where are your girlfriends?”
Micah looks at Willow and she nods. “About that, everyone needs to listen up, as I plan to say this once and once only. I didn’t plan for this to happen today, but since everyone is here, I will get it over with. Angie asked where my girlfriend is, and it’s complicated, because we are all together.”
The table is stunned silent until Angie laughs. “Good one!”
“It’s no joke,” I snap at the awful woman. “Micah, Jace, and I have been in a relationship for a couple of years, and recently Willow has agreed to date us as well.”
All hell breaks loose at the table. Everyone talks at the same time, and I think someone might even be crying, but I can’t be sure. A loud bang has everyone instantly going quiet and turning to where Micah’s father stands.
“The words coming from some of you who call yourselves our family are disgusting. My son’s life choices do not change the fact that this is his house, and you will not treat my son or his life partners with disrespect. If any of you have an issue, then you are free to leave.”
“Thanks, Dad,” Micah says, and his father narrows his eyes .
“You four, meet me in the kitchen now!”
We all stand, along with Carol, and head inside. I intertwine my fingers with Willow’s and grip her sweaty palm.
“Don’t worry,” I whisper. “We have your back.”
She nods, and once we are in the kitchen, the four of us stand side by side as Micah’s father stares us down. I can see where Micah gets his size and intimidating demeanor from.
“I’m disappointed in you, son—” He holds up his hand when Jace opens his mouth. “Let me finish. I’m disappointed that you hid this from us for years. While I might not understand your lifestyle, you are my son. I want you to be happy, and if these men make you happy, that is all I want for you. As for this development with Willow, I would be lying if I said I didn’t see it coming.”
“They all make me happy, and I’m sorry. I suppose I struggled with coming to terms with my family knowing I’m bisexual.”
His father slightly cringes at the word, and to be honest, the man has taken it way better than Micah predicted. The wild card now is Carol.
“My only question is, will I get grandbabies?”
All four of us laugh. Willow’s grip on my hand loosens. “It’s only new, but if we all get our way, you will have an entire football team. ”
Carol claps her hands. I can tell they are not one hundred percent on board with it, but right here is what family is really about—they will have your back no matter what. Even if they don’t understand it, they can still respect your choices.
“Now let’s go back out there and see who is left. Maybe we have weeded out the assholes.”
“Tom,” Carol says, “Watch your language. That’s our family.”
“Don’t act surprised—your sister is the biggest asshole out there. I only wish you had the balls to stand up to her. The way she throws comments at Willow makes me want to strangle her sometimes. I have spent years intercepting that woman, so she leaves Willow alone.”
The way Willow’s hand squeezes mine tells me she didn’t know. She releases my hand and walks over to Tom.
“Thank you,” she says, wrapping her arms around the older man. “I thought everyone felt the way she did about me.”
Tom pulls back and looks down at her. “Never. You are the best daughter I could have asked for.”
“Okay, enough of this. We will ruin our makeup. Tom is right, though. My sister is an asshole, and I’m going to tell her right now.”
Carol takes off before anyone can say anything, and for a tiny little woman, she’s fast. We all rush to keep up, and once we’ve gotten back to the garden, Carol has already rounded up all of Angie’s children.
“You’re all disgusting,” she snaps. Then Carol marches straight up to her sister and slaps her across the face. Everyone at the table snickers.
“You slapped me!” Angie gasps.
“You bet your ass I did. I have let you treat my daughter poorly all these years to keep the peace. I thought your little digs wouldn’t bother her, but now I can see you are the problem, so you need to leave.”
“You would kick out your own flesh and blood and let them parade that lifestyle around like the sanctity of marriage between a man and a woman means nothing?!”
“What they do is their business, and you know what? If they treat each other with respect, they will do a thousand times better than Rob. That poor man has no personality left—you have sucked his soul dry.”
“You bitch!” Angie seethes, and Rob grabs his wife’s wrist.
“Enough. Let’s leave before you make this worse than you already have.”
Once Angie and her family leave, the rest of the day is uneventful. Some of the family ask polite questions, and the uncle, who admits he is gay, asks the most inappropriate questions, but at least he is polite enough to catch us alone. All in all, everyone takes it so much better than Micah and Willow predicted.
Sometimes family can surprise you—not mine, though. They let me down in every way a family could, but I’m glad I met Jace and Micah, and now Willow. They are all the family I choose, and hopefully one day I can call their family mine as well.