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Amber

T oday is such a special day with Bradley’s family. I can’t even begin to imagine what it’s like to lose a dad or a parent in general and so early in life. The way they celebrate him and come together is indescribable.

My belly is full after the endless plates of meat Bradley gave me, I watch him as he works shirtless per usual, showcasing his sweaty abs. The last round of meat sizzles and he rolls his shoulders up and down after bending down most of the day.

I rise to my feet next to Teddy who refuses to leave his side. A wave of spicy scent rolls with the light breeze and I inhale it deeply as I press my thumbs to his shoulder blades and massage his stiff muscles.

“Oh, thanks Bear that feels so good.”

His heated skin sears my fingertips but his corded muscles mold under my touch and I enjoy our contact the more he loosens up.

He angles his body to the side and presses another juicy slice of steak to my lips. “Open wide.” My thighs clamp as wetness pools in my underwear when he stares at me. How can I resist him?

“I’m about to explode, you need to stop feeding me,” I let him push it inside my open mouth with his thumb and I lick the grease off him too.

With hunger in his eyes, he gazes at me, “Such a good girl,” and caresses my bottom lip.

Something inside me blossoms when they praise me like this. Fire grows in my core and warmth travels to my chest and cheeks.

“His dad used to feed them like this. They didn’t need plates, just football and Dad who cut the meat into tiny pieces and fed them one after the other until the next round was ready.” Tiffany snatches the piece Bradley holds out for her with the tongs, tosses it in her mouth, and wipes her greasy fingers over her apron.

“The good old days.” Bradley’s voice weakens toward the end.

Stacking the rest of the food into a large container, “They were very memorable,” She rushes to get inside the house.

Silence cloaks us and a tiny sigh escapes him. “It’s a happy day but still filled with sadness. As much as we try to celebrate him and keep a smile on our faces, we miss him more than anything.”

I stop massaging him and slide my arms around his stomach, embracing him for as long as he needs.

A few hours later, I sit in the middle of Bradley’s bed. Pale blue walls encase me, and a wooden desk with dozens of sketches taped to the wall opposite me.

I grab Ronnie’s bag from the floor and unzip it. I pull out his laptop along with a box that says Butt plug.

Go, Ronnie!

I put it gently back inside, and open the laptop.

My fingertips fly across the keyboard once I focus on the screen, letting all of my thoughts out.

I breathed out loneliness every day until I got tired of it and walked into your club. I was so frustrated that this was all there was for me. No matter how hard I tried, the sadness inside me and the caging thoughts won. Why can’t I be more like them? We all have sadness inside us but you live with it, you overcome it, and I get sucked into it.

No matter how much Dad loved me, she put me down with one word. No matter how much Dad wanted me closer, she rejected me harder like it was my fault.

I was invisible in the city until you whizzed through the strangling air suffocating my lungs and encapsulated me, pulling me into your safe embrace, keeping me warm, and treating me right. It felt so natural that I couldn’t turn away, I didn’t want to.

Who goes to live with strangers?

Two men who can easily overpower me.

Call me crazy, but I felt safe with them and even amused when they thought I could be a serial killer. It makes me laugh all the time when they argue about simple things, it always shows the ample love they carry toward one another.

A little humor is what I needed in my life, plus, two men who make me see things from different perspectives, and who shower me with affection, warmth, and endless desire.

Love is not measured by quantities but by its quality to bloom and grow amongst its recipients. And when it decays maybe we need to let it in order to witness a new one sprout.

The moon illuminates the dark blue skies, and warm fairy lights decorate every inch of their backyard, creating a dreamy atmosphere.

A cluster of soft blankets is spread across the grass along with fluffy cushions, bowls of popcorn, and water bottles. A wide outdoor projector screen is set on a tripod opposite us and the movie Jerry Maguire is playing—one of their Dad’s favorite movies.

Funny enough it’s my dad’s favorite too and I grew up on it.

We all wait for one of its famous quotes to come and when it does the boys and I shout it, knowing every single word of this movie. We all laugh, popping more salty popcorn in our mouths.

Sitting comfortably with a blanket over my legs, Bradley tucks me closer and my body sags into his front. I brush my purple, fluffy crop top jacket that I put on top of a matching shirt and a long black skirt with low slits at the bottom. I borrowed Kat’s purple Converse this morning before we left—we’re the same size so I gave her my studded boots in exchange. I forgot how fun it was to borrow each other’s clothes and shoes, we started doing it when Kat turned fifteen.

My hands travel to knead his solid thighs that sit inside those mouthwatering purple sweats—I think he wore something purple on purpose, and it makes me giddy. “Your followers must be devastated that you took a week off.”

“I would rather spend it with you two and my family.” He draws a deep breath, holding Ronnie’s hand. “We always make the most of this week so we have many more movie nights, football games, good food, and other activities .”

“Yippee kay—” Everyone throws popcorn on him before Cole even finishes that quote. “This family is so violent.” He turns back to the screen completely immersed in the movie with the rest of his brothers.

Ronnie and Bradley glance at each other with a soft, adoring smile and I melt for them. Their bond is undeniably one of the most heartwarming things I’ve ever witnessed—so much respect and honesty.

Freshly showered, their sandalwood scent is more potent than before, overpowering the subtle musk body cream I applied before we came down to watch a movie. I don’t mind though, sniffing them is pretty addicting at this stage.

“It’s nice that you have the same cologne, it still smells different on your skin.”

“He finished his bottle two months ago,” Ronnie quietly remarks, eyes still tracking the movement on the screen, “He’s stealing mine.”

“We’re using the same one it’s just a waste,” Bradley explains and I can already hear the hint of amusement in his voice.

“It’s just an excuse to get inside my room and use my stuff.”

“Duh…”

I chuckle in silence, “You are a nosy fucker.”

Tickling my sides, Bradley growls and whispers, “You will regret saying this in a few minutes.”

“What did you have in mind?”

The faint sound of drums drifting from the house catches my attention, I slightly turn my head toward it.

“Ryan and I used to play drums with Dad. Mom wanted him to continue playing so she asked him to give her lessons and fell in love with it herself.” Bradley tells.

“The noise suddenly became a great companion.” I drag my hands up his veiny forearms and back down again.

With a small grin, he replies, “Yeah.”

“Can I watch you play?”

“Mmm… maybe,” he kisses my neck, “If you’re a good girl.”

I squeeze the popcorn bowl between my thighs, needing to feel something else between them that can send me to the cusp of an orgasm and my hands are just not enough. Yet their hands…

“It’s so much fun watching you squirm instead,” he whispers in my ear like he can read my mind.

He pulls the fabric of my skirt upward, and his hands slowly slide to the inner side of my thighs, pushing the bowl forward with two fingers to make more space. My heart rate spikes as he caresses my sensitive skin and strokes it in light patterns closer and closer to my pulsing center.

Fuck, why do they torture me like this? Giving me just an inch, a taste, when I’m burning up with desire and throbbing with lust.

The cool breeze feathers my scorching cheeks as short gasps escape me and my teeth sink into my lower lip.

The Meiss brothers are sitting at the front, their eyes glued to the screen and backs leaning against the beanbag chairs they set in a row several inches from us. The audio is loud enough to cover what we’re doing behind them.

His fingers slip under my underwear, grazing the first inch of skin underneath the edge of the fabric and my walls contract around the emptiness inside me yet the promise of ringed fingers pushing against them.

Bradley quickly brings his free hand over my mouth to quiet my soft moan, letting his thumb drag across my lips. “Shhh, you must stay quiet if you want us to continue.” He slides his knuckles down my throat.

Us…?

“Lie back against my chest and relax.”

I do so and as I open my legs farther apart and press them to Bradley’s long ones, a familiar hand moves to touch between my thighs from a different direction.

“Do you want him to touch you?”

I always want him to touch me . “Yes, please.”

I slant my head toward my left and Ronnie gazes at me with fire in his eyes.

“Tell him.”

I can’t speak too loud with his brothers so close, “I want you to touch me,” I whisper enough for him to hear me yet the thrill of being caught races down my spine.

Their promised words, scenarios, and moments run through my head.

He blinks slowly and grins softly. His fingers find the little mound of my pussy as they curve around it, pressing over it with little to no pressure.

I spasm in return.

He is such a tease.

My head presses harder against Bradley’s chest.

Moving my underwear aside, his warm finger slips inside my wet walls, slowly pushing into me while Bradley finally draws circles around my clit, creating a nice combination.

With his fingers still around my mouth, he growls in my ear right as the audio becomes louder. “We can’t make a sound, can we?” These words are whispered against my tender skin as he pushes his thumb inside my mouth and my tongue rounds it instinctively. “Suck on it, Little Bear, while you feel Ronnie’s fingers pushing in and out of your soaking wet pussy.”

OMG!

My eyes roll in place and a muffled moan softly escapes me. Alternating the pace between slow and fast, my arousal drips around his warm finger when he pushes a second one inside me and pumps faster.

Warmth spreads in my chest and core while little tremors travel from my clit down to my toes.

Bradley rubs my clit harder and faster, giving me more reasons to suck on his thumb and quiet my whimpers. On the brink of an orgasm, I fight back a tear when I feel it building at a slow and steady pace. The pad of his thumb hits the roof of my mouth and I hollow my cheeks and suck it harder, slightly bobbing my head when Ronnie glances at us, his chest rising and falling.

“You want to be ours, don’t you?”

I hum.

“Just like that, Bear, you satisfy us when you let loose.”

I can also satisfy you when I suck your cocks, or when I let you bend and break me to pieces with my drool dripping on them. Too bad I can’t say that aloud.

My eyes meet Ronnie’s, it’s like he senses it and hands me his phone already unlocked on the note app, so I write the exact words that crossed my mind a second ago and he stops thrusting his fingers inside me.

Bradley peers at the screen too, and clears his voice when I roll my tongue around his thumb teasingly. Something very thick and hard presses against my lower back.

Pressing his warm lips to my ear, “I had a feeling you’re a bit of a brat and I can’t say I’m disappointed,” he captures my earlobe between his teeth, grazing the skin from both sides and resuming to stroke my sensitive clit.

I gasp, there’s not enough air when Ronnie joins once again, thrusting his fingers deeper and more thoroughly. He puts his phone in front of me, and my hooded eyes fly over each word.

I’m dying to spread your pussy lips and gather your arousal on my tongue. I need to taste you badly and slide my cockhead between your pussy lips before I pound into your tight pussy and nail it to the grass.

I bite down on Bradley’s thumb. Fuck that’s so dirty and vivid.

“Ouch!” He whisper-shouts and I loosen my teeth with a drunken grin. “That was hot, Little Bear, you can use those sharp teeth when my cock is lodged deep inside him while he fucks you.”

Fuck yes. I hum around him as my orgasm threatens to burst.

“Do you know how fucking hard I am for you?”

I nod, feeling his impressive bulge swelling.

“Then, come for us Bear.” He pulls his thumb from my mouth and moves to squeeze at my breast before he rubs and pinches my erect nipple.

I nibble on my lip to keep myself from whimpering out loud. The tight knot in my core almost snaps as I spasm repeatedly, clutching around Ronnie’s tatted fingers when he curls them deep inside me.

“Your tiny clit is so wet and swollen.” That huskiness in his voice is sending me to the sweet edge along with their unrelenting hands that pleasure my most sensitive places. “You’re so fucking sexy.”

“And ours,” Ronnie adds, whispering it against my cheek and kissing me.

Fire is coursing through my veins and is exploding in my core.

“Come all over his fingers, I want to taste you.”

Yes. Yes. YES.

I’m so fucking close.

“Look at you, Bear, our dirty little fuck toy.”

Ah! I feel it tingling everywhere.

“So fucking delicious I can almost taste you on my tongue.”

Don’t stop. Don’t stop. I wriggle from side to side, clamping my thighs together.

“You wanted to play, now let’s see how well you behave when you lose.”

I don’t follow but my body does when they stop moving their hands.

Ronnie stares at me as he pulls his fingers out of my dripping pussy, moving one finger closer to his mouth, he smiles and plunges it inside. A cold breeze touches my face and I shiver while I watch him, feeling frustrated and equally aroused as he licks and swallows my arousal.

“So sweet,” he leans in, “Taste yourself,” and crushes his lips to mine. His tongue searches for a way in and I part my lips, granting him access. The stubble across his angular jaw prickles as it moves against my skin. Currents of electricity cross my body up and down and anew as our tongues glide along each other and I capture his soft lip between mine.

It tastes sweet and a little salty.

With a wicked smirk, he signals Bradley to open his mouth and pushes the second finger with the traces of my arousal he left for him. We watch him closely and desire flickers in our eyes as he swallows it.

He bites back a whimper but then a soft sensation spreads around my clit again when Bradley’s finger returns.

“What Bear, you almost came but didn’t?”

Parting my lips, a wave of excitement and white hot cursing through me, the knot in my core is already tight.

“This is nothing compared to the fantasies we have,” Ronnie whispers, “I still want to eat your pussy for dinner on top of the kitchen island.”

Yes.

“More,” I moan softly through half-mast lids as I make sure his brothers aren’t onto us.

They aren’t.

“My cock is inside you, fucking you hard while I press a wand to your clit and edge you for as long as I want, until you cry and beg me to let you come all over my cock.” Bradley continues.

Oh my god.

“That’s a promise.”

“You will have two cocks to suck, two cocks to fuck, and you will get to have us both inside your tight pussy until we stretch you beyond what you think is possible.”

With those words, his hands stop again as one of the main characters in the movie gets back up after a harsh tackle on the football field.

“Mmm, so close,” is whispered into my ear and I groan when Bradley brings his hands to his mouth. “Yummy.”

“You’re evil,” I whisper back, reaching for the popcorn bowl, grabbing a handful, and shoving it inside my mouth.

“You’re soaking wet.” Ronnie retorts. “We’ll make sure you stay that way but you can always sue us.”

Gaping, I can’t believe he just used that word.

“Unless you want my cock in there you better close that pretty mouth,” he winks before he turns his head to the screen.

By the end of this week, I’ll need a week off from this week off.

As the movie almost ends, Ronnie puts his head on my thighs and I run my fingers through his soft hair, playing with his sun-kissed highlights in a way that soothes us both.

“ Die Hard is next,“ Josh announces, giving Teddy a cookie while he brushes his fur. He is on cloud nine today, they both are, and I think they will have a hard time saying goodbye to each other at the end of this week.

I really like his family. They are warm, loud, and aggressive when it comes to sports—I smile to myself, amused as today’s football game plays in my head. I expected them to be a loving family that makes you feel welcome when you first walk through their door, and that is exactly what they are.

“Can I pick a movie for tomorrow’s movie night?” I ask.

“Of course,” Bradley shoots an enthusiastic reply with a soft nibble on my earlobe. “We don’t have to return to your house if you don’t want to bump into your mother, your dad and sister can come here whenever they want.”

Rage climbs up my body at the mention of my mother. Why did he have to bring her up after touching me?

I signal Ronnie to move away before I push to stand and storm into the house. Footsteps fall behind me and right as my shoe hits the first step a hand stops me. “Bear.”

I spin faster than I spew the word, “What?” and my eyes shoot daggers at him. “Why did you have to bring her up? She is fucking everywhere and no matter how hard I try to run away from her she reappears and takes what little energy I have left.” Before his hand can touch my face, my palm catches his wrist, holding him between us.

The regret in his eyes is potent and Ronnie’s soft, understanding eyes land on me as he steps near him.

“I didn’t mean it like that I just wanted you to know, I see you. That I know she is affecting you.” He rubs his parallel helix piercings—I noticed he does it when he’s nervous or is deep in thought.

“She wasn’t here today, even though she came into mind once or twice, I still managed to enjoy you two and your family.”

“Maybe if you talked about it more we could help each other.”

“I didn’t ask you to be my shrink, Bradley. I don’t remind you that you can’t sleep when he’s not at home.”

“Or you.” He adds. “Because I don’t want to lose someone I care about again. I know it’s inevitable. I know I can’t control it but—“ his teeth sink into his bottom lip hard, almost bruising, “It still makes me anxious.”

“I’ve lost my mom time and time again, my whole life. You’re lucky you have beautiful memories to look at because mine haunts me no matter how far I run from them.” A burst of emotions threatens to flood me. I look away, trying to blink back tears but it’s too late.

I don’t mean to eavesdrop but I need Mom and Dad to sign some school papers for a trip we have coming up soon. Mom keeps yelling, accusing Dad of something. “I almost got an abortion with Amber. We were too young and I know how much you wanted her but I… I didn’t know what I wanted maybe… she was a mistake.”

“How could you say that we have a perfect little girl? A healthy girl who we love so much.”

“I can’t look at her without seeing…”

“Melanie,” Dad addresses her name sternly, “I absorb everything you throw at me. I’ll continue to do that because I know how much you struggle but hurting our daughter the way you do is not something I will let slide. If you can’t control your emotions around her and be her mother go for a walk, read a book, whatever, but don’t say things like this that will tear her precious soul apart. She’s ten and she needs you. I need you.”

I was almost nonexistent.

“Almost is such a funny word. I suppose it should make us feel better but it’s not. She said many things when I was a kid that made me feel like nothing. I don’t know if they were true or not but it left me with scars that never fully healed because I still feel like I’ve achieved nothing.”

She tried after that conversation. About a year later Kat was born and mom ignored me all over again.

Why does everything lead back to her?

“She broke your heart. It’s okay to admit it to yourself. Just because you allowed yourself to feel and be vulnerable doesn’t mean you made a mistake.” Bradley urges us to look at him by planting his fingers under our chins. “Healing is not the worst thing that can happen to you.” His eyes slide between us.

Sniffling, tears still glide down my cheeks and I don’t understand how this is supposed to make us feel better.

“What about you, Ronnie?” He asks, digging for more reactions. “Let’s fight, and let’s get angry together. Come on, what is on your mind?”