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RICHARD

After the soap opera I came home to, I needed to keep my hands busy more than ever.

I’ll be the first to admit I’ve been in some interesting situations over the course of my life, with and without my ex-wife, but I never thought in a million years I’d find myself part of some fucking polycule harem shit.

Let alone one with my fucking brother and stepbrother.

On paper everything looks like a badly written romance novel. It’s insane.

Amelia is the mother of my niece. My asshole, idiot brother fucked up the best thing he’s ever had, and in turn my brothers and I stepped up to help her and take care of her, and now we’re all like her live-in fucktoys.

It’s weird. But it’s also…not weird.

I meant what I said. About rebuilding. After my divorce with Ellyn, I wasn’t ready to start dating. But I was horny as fuck, and I needed the distraction from my failure of a marriage, so I did what any self-respecting athlete in his prime would do—I spent a whole year on Tinder fucking anyone who would make me forget about my disaster of a love life.

So I get that Amelia isn’t looking for anything serious. She’s a mother, not Mother Theresa, and she’s been going like the damn Energizer Bunny ever since Dex dropped the fucking ball.

I’m not trying to replace Dex. I just want to give Amelia an outlet to blow off some fucking steam, because I know what it’s like to need the relief. I want to take the reins from her and give her a fucking break.

She deserves that, and all the orgasms I can wring out of her.

I know it should be simple. I’m not offering a lifelong commitment here. I know enough to know that she’ll rest her head here until she gets on her feet, and then whatever has happened between us will disappear. I’m not part of Amelia’s happy ever after. I’m not the guy that does happy ever after, that’s more than clear. Dane’s Prince Charming.

I’m just the guy you fuck to forget about your problems for a minute. The guy who comes in and scrambles your brain like eggs in the skillet and gives you the chance to work things out on your own.

And Tripp…

God knows what that kid’s MO is. I don’t know what the fuck a woman like Amelia sees in a kid like Tripp.

I know he’s not a kid. He’s a fucking adult, and he reminds us of that constantly. But he’ll always be the scrawny thirteen-year-old boy with braces to me.

I’m not that close with Tripp. I never was. Dane has a better relationship with him than I do, and their relationship is mostly based on hockey and Dane letting Tripp do whatever he wants within reason. I don’t know the first thing about connecting with him. Aside from hockey, I don’t think we have much in common. Except, now I guess we have Amelia in common.

I still don’t know how to feel about the whole situation, so instead of thinking, I focus my attention somewhere it will actually help. On Amelia’s Jeep. I know she’s anxious to get her car back, and I get that. It’s a pain in the ass to rely on other people when you’re a fiercely independent person. I have a feeling Amelia’s been on her own longer than when Dex was in the picture. Long before he was even a blip on her radar.

Although, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to drag the process out, purely for the fact that I know it means our time spent together will be limited.

I like spending time with Amelia. It’s nice to be around someone who’s not a part of my boring-ass life. Who isn’t some puck chaser or a pain in the ass lawyer or someone who shares my DNA.

While I wait for the converter to come in, I decided it wouldn’t hurt to do some more work on other parts of the car that could use attention. New rotors, brakes. Maintenance shit.

Shit that Dex should have done for his girlfriend, but obviously didn’t care to do.

It pisses me off sometimes, how much of an asshole he is, considering we grew up with the same parents, in the same house.

Dane’s a good guy, I can admit that. He has his faults, sure. We all do, no one’s perfect, but he’s loyal, respectful, and he would do anything for the woman he loves, as it should be. Though I can count on one hand the number of girlfriends he had, I know his issue isn’t that he’s a bad boyfriend in any sense of the word.

It’s that everyone compares him to Dex. They always have. Kind of hard not to, when Dex is Captain Charisma and throws the man under the bus all the fucking time. But all that changed when Dex and Amelia left for Florida, and now…

Now Dex has gone radio silent, and I for one am glad.

Because if I see that motherfucker I’m going to punch him square in his fucking jaw.

And me…well, I guess I used to be all the good things too, but now I’m not entirely sure who I am. I don’t know who I want to be anymore, other than just not fucking stressed.

And it seems like no matter how hard I try to avoid it, stress and trouble find me.

I’m just finishing up with the brakes when I hear a knock on my garage door.

“Come in,” I say, and a moment later I hear the door shut. I slide out from underneath the car, looking up to see it’s Amelia.

Standing there in pink cotton pajamas with white hearts all over them. She looks dainty, soft. Sweet and feminine. Her blonde hair is pulled back into a loose ponytail, and in the light of my garage, she looks younger. Softer.

Her blue gaze catches mine. “Hey.”

“Hey,” I say as I lean forward, dropping my arms over my knees. “Something I can do for you, baby girl?” I ask.

She twists her lips as she walks across the garage to my couch. I watch every stride, her bare feet padding across the concrete. She holds herself as she sits down, staring at me, and I can see the concern in her eyes.

“Something wrong?” I ask as I get up, tossing my rag on the ground. I make my way over to her, but I don’t sit down. I don’t need a repeat of last time, and I know if I sit on that sinking couch, we’ll both end up not talking. And I think right now, talking might be good. For both of us.

“Are you really okay with this?” she asks.

I don’t have to ask what she means. I lean against the car, crossing my arms. “You mean am I okay with you dating and fucking my brothers?” I ask.

Her cheeks heat. “I haven’t fucked…all of them.”

I smirk at her. “Good to know.” I let out a chuckle, watching as her cheeks pinken and she gets all flustered.

“I’m not going to lie to you, you know that,” I tell her, holding her gaze. “I’m not okay with it, but…I’m okay with you doing what feels right for you.”

“That’s the thing, I don’t…I don’t know what feels right. It’s like everything just hits me at once, and I’m jumping from moment to moment like?—”

“A leapfrog?” I ask.

She chuckles. “Yeah, I guess.”

“Can I ask you an honest question?” I ask.

She shrugs. “I guess.”

“Did you love him?”

She looks at me in question.

“Dex. Did you love him?” I watch her expression shift, watch her contemplate her thoughts. It’s quiet for a moment, but I don’t fill the silence unnecessarily. I wait for her answer. I give her time to process the question.

“No,” she finally says, and the word is faint. Small.

“Mmm.” I sigh. “Then what is it that really bothers you about this, Amelia? Because if you aren’t in love with Dex, there’s no reason you can’t explore other options.”

“Other options being you, you mean,” she says.

I shrug. “And Dane. Tripp too, as much as I detest that.”

“You don’t like me and Tripp being together, do you?” she asks softly.

“I just don’t see what you see in him. He’s like a fucking golden retriever. Bouncing around with all that fucking energy.” I groan. “You already have a kid, you don’t need two.”

Her eyes widen and she sucks in a breath, looking away from me for a moment, before she schools her face and turns back to me.

“I just meant?—”

She laughs, and it’s genuine. “No, that’s pretty spot-on actually.”

I smile at her. “And Dane is like a good, trusty, German shepherd. Begging for attention, a workhorse, and so fucking loyal.”

“And you’re like a black cat,” she says with a grin that goes straight to my cock. “Mysterious, a little bit bitchy.” She bites her lip.

“Unlucky?” I ask, teasing her.

“I was going to say—warm and soft beneath all the claws.”

I chuckle. “You calling me warm and fuzzy, baby girl?”

She shakes her head. “Maybe.”

She gets up from the couch and walks over to me. “I just don’t want things to be…weird. Between us. Given you guys are already helping me enough, and?—”

“Hey,” I say as I reach out to push some of her stray blonde hair behind her ear. “I told you not to dwell on that. We’re here for whatever you need us for.”

I lean down, capturing her gaze.

“Whatever you need , Amelia,” I tell her, and she looks up at me with those wistful, bright eyes.

“I need my car,” she says softly. “And maybe to sleep until noon tomorrow.”

I laugh. “Well, both of those things can be arranged, but they will take time.” I give her a smile.

She leans into my space, twisting her lips as she looks up at me, and fuck if she isn’t a sight. Cute as all fucking hell.

“What else do you need, baby girl?” I ask as I lick my lips. I brace myself against the hood, holding her inquisitive gaze steady. “Don’t be shy. Whatever it is, you can ask.”

Finally she sighs. “I’m not entirely sure, I just…” She crosses her arms. “I just want to relax, I guess. Enjoy this time alone, but…” She leans against the hood next to me, her arm brushing against mine. “I haven’t been alone in a long time, and it feels weird. I tried to sleep. I lay there, just tossing and turning, thinking I kept hearing Lyla and?—”

She hangs her head, flashing her gaze up at me. “I’m sorry, you don’t want to hear any of this, I’m sure.”

“You can talk to me, Amelia,” I tell her. “I might not have the answers, but I can listen.”

The way her expression softens at my words makes my damn heart skip a beat.

I want to listen.

It’s funny, considering my ex-wife said I never heard her, when in fact, I heard every word. Every complaint and every gripe she had. For years, I stored them all, tried to quell those fears and disappointments, but in the end it wasn’t enough.

But with Amelia here, in my garage, I find myself wanting to listen. I find myself wanting to help. And that itself is a dangerous fucking thing.

“You know, after I got divorced, it felt weird to be alone. I’d lived with my ex for years, you know. You get used to someone, their routines, their little things they do that annoy the piss out of you,” I say, and she laughs.

It’s a genuine laugh.

“The stuff that drives you crazy,” she says. “You think you can’t stand it, until one day it’s not there and you kind of miss it.”

I nod. “Yeah. And the silence. The silence is weird.”

“So weird,” she says, shaking her head. “Lyla makes it easier, though.” She looks up at me from under her lashes and I can see the sadness there. “She makes it all worth it.”

I can only nod and agree, because the conversation is a hard one for me. I’ve never been able to relate to people with kids. So much of my life was spent around the topic it makes me a little jumpy.

She looks at me in question. “Dex said your divorce was because you didn’t want to have kids. Is that true?” she asks softly.

No one’s ever come right out and asked me that. I’ve heard plenty of whispers, and gotten plenty of looks, but not even my mother or my brothers came out and asked for the details.

Instead, everyone just banded together and told me they were there for me. Whatever that meant. I know they wanted to help, but I didn’t need anyone giving me pity or sympathy over something that died a long time ago.

I just wanted to move on with my life and start on a clean slate. I wanted to focus on my career on the ice and just putting one fucking foot in front of the other.

But looking at Amelia, for the first time, I feel the need to be honest.

“Yes,” I say solidly. She nods. “I can’t ,” I say, and her eyebrows furrow.

“Oh. I’m sorry, I?—”

I shake my head. “Vasectomy. Got it when I was twenty.”

“Oh…” Her expression shifts to one less sympathetic, but still shocked. “And your wife knew that?” she asks.

I shrug. “Yup. Changed her mind later, thought she could change mine. She couldn’t. She left.”

“I’m sorry, Richie. I’m sure it wasn’t…easy.”

Normally, I’m not so forthcoming with people. But there’s something about Amelia that beckons me to spill my fucking guts.

“It’s a little more complicated than that,” I say, swallowing hard. “I have certain…preferences,” I say carefully. “Preferences that did not align with my wife’s change of heart.”

“Like…sexual preferences, you mean?” She scoots a little closer to me, and I put my arm around her waist without thinking.

I should tell her. If we are going to do this—whatever this is—she should know. I should lay all my cards out for her. I’m just afraid that if I do, it may change whatever is between us, and I kind of like what’s between us right now.

“Like a fetish?” she asks curiously.

“More like a kink.” I shrug. “I like the idea of knocking you up, but not the reality of it.” I look at the floor, not wanting to see the look of disgust on her face that I know will be there.

“Oh, I see,” she says softly. “Yeah, I guess that uh…puts a damper on things if you’re someone who wants kids.”

“Mhmm,” I say, feeling strangely vulnerable.

It’s quiet for a moment before she clears her throat. “That’s kind of a relief, actually,” she says.

I look up at her in surprise. “What?”

“I mean, at least if I fuck you I don’t have to worry about getting pregnant again.” She gives me a smirk, and just like that, the tension lifts.

“You trying to get into my pants, baby girl?” I tease her.

She shrugs. “Maybe.”

I turn, shaking my head as I pull her against me. “You’re a fucking brat, you know that?” I say as she settles against me.

“I’m just saying, it could be worse. You could have a kink for like, cheese or something.”

“Cheese?” I ask with a laugh. “What the fuck is a cheese kink?”

“I don’t know.” She laughs. “Maybe it’s like a sexual attraction to Brie,” she says. “Or like, you need the scent of Parmesan to get your motor going.”

She giggles and I shake my head.

“You are something else, Amelia,” I tease her, drawing her lips closer to mine.

She sighs. “See, this feels right,” she says softly.

“It does.” I ghost my lips over hers and she shudders against me. “So why do you fight it?” I ask.

“I think I just don’t know how to let go,” she admits.

“I can help you with that,” I say as I crush my mouth against hers. She doesn’t startle or push me. She relents, relaxing against me with a moan. “If you let me.”

“I think…I think I’d like that,” she says, kissing me back.

I don’t think twice about grabbing her and lifting her up. She squeals, but wraps her legs around me easily and I turn us around, settling her on top of the hood of the car. I stand between her legs, running my hands up her thighs. Her pajamas are soft, warm to the touch.

“First things first, we need to set some rules,” I say, holding her gaze.

“What kind of rules?” she asks, her eyebrows furrowing with curiosity.

“First rule. Establish your safeword. Pick something that will pull you out of a scene if you start to feel overwhelmed or like it’s too much. You say that word, and I’ll stop. No questions asked.”

“What’s yours?” she asks sweetly.

I smirk at her. “Snow.”

“Snow?” she asks, surprised.

“I fucking hate snow,” I say, and she laughs.

“You play hockey and you hate snow. You really are a mystery wrapped in an enigma, aren’t you, Richard Rose?” She bites her lip, gazing down at where I stand between her legs, and my cock twitches. I want nothing more than to eat her out on top of this fucking car and fuck her so hard the damn airbags deploy.

But I can’t do any of that until we establish our rules. I don’t want to push her too far. She needs to know she can trust me and that I will take care of her and her needs, no matter what they are.

“Safeword, baby girl. Pick one.”

“Hmmm…” She taps her finger against her lip. “Strawberry.”

“Strawberry?” I tease her, pulling her closer. My fingers slide up to her waistband and I slowly start to tug. She picks up my motions quickly, squirming until I’m able to get them off of her.

“I hate strawberries,” she says with a shrug.

I laugh. “So no chocolate-covered strawberries for you, then.” I yank her closer, upending her back onto the hood of the car. She yelps. “Remember, if it’s too much…yell strawberry,” I say. “That’s rule one.”

“What’s rule two?” she asks.

“Rule two is I will take care of you. No matter what,” I tell her.

“That’s not a rule,” she says as I slide my fingers up her thigh. I feel the heat of her legs, the heat from her pussy radiating through her underwear the closer I get. Her arousal hits me like a perfume, causing my cock to twitch beneath my jeans.

“Rule number three,” I say, wrapping my fingers into the sides of her panties. “You will come when I tell you to.”

Her cheeks redden and her mouth opens, agape in shock.

“Wh-what if I can’t—” She bites her lip. “I can’t come on command.”

“You will,” I tell her. “Trust me.”

She nods. “Anything else?”

I slide her panties down her legs, tossing them to the ground.

“Rule four. Trust is the most important thing here. When you are with me, Amelia, I have you. I will take care of you. I will put your needs well above my own. This is a safe place. You are free to speak and do as you wish. You are free to explore whatever your little bratty heart desires.”

“Okay,” she says.

I slide my hands up to the apex of her thighs, until I find her clit. I bend down, run my nose up her folds and breathe in her arousal. God, she smells so good.

“Oh my God,” she squeals.

“I haven’t even gotten started yet,” I tease her.

“Wh-what about you?” she asks, blinking.

“What about me?” I ask as I spread her lips wide and lick her. She jolts off the hood with a yelp. So I settle one palm on her stomach and hold her down as I dive in, this time driving my tongue into her hole.

I can tell she’s showered because the smell of soap is overpowering, and she doesn’t taste nearly as tangy as she should.

Still, she tastes sweet and I can’t help but groan.

“What do you get out of this?” she asks, her breath heavy.

“That depends,” I say as I kiss, bite, and suck at her slick folds. I take her clit between my teeth and lick it with my tongue, then gently bite down until she screams.

“Richie!”

I chuckle against her sweet cunt, burying my face and nose in her until her legs shake just a bit. “That depends on what you’re willing to give me, baby girl.”

I grab her by the hips, pulling her down. Her feet dangle just the slightest, barely touching the ground as I pin her against the hood. My fingers quickly work on the buttons of her pajama top.

“What do you want?” she asks curiously. The interest, the intrigue in her voice is unmistakable.

My little curious girl.

I’m struck with the immediate impulse to tell her exactly what I want, but fear swirls within me, wondering if saying it will make her shoot right up off this hood and leave me here, hard and wanting.

It’s one thing to tell her about my breeding kink, and another to hear it.

She looks at me, cocking her head to the side. Her bright blue eyes gaze up at me. “This is a safe space, right?” she says. “So you can tell me.” She wraps her arms around my neck as I slide one hand up to cup her breast.

“If it’s too much I’ll say strawberry,” she says, leaning forward to kiss me.

Fuck, this woman.

How the hell can I resist her when she puts it that way? When she throws my rules back at me?

I hold her gaze, clearing my throat. I guess this is it. Do or die. She’s either going to roll with it or walk out of this fucking garage.

I slowly unbuckle my belt and unzip my pants, shoving them to the floor as I take in the sight of her. Naked, on the hood of her car. Her cunt glistens with the mixture of her arousal and my saliva, her perfect breasts on display. Her nipples are stiff and pink, and look like they’re still wet. I can’t tell if it’s from her shower or because she’s pumped recently, because we had that discussion prior to her moving in if only because we needed to clear the fridge and make room for the bottles.

“First, I want to suck those heavy tits dry,” I say with more conviction than I feel at the moment. “Then I want to fill you with my fucking cum until it’s dripping out of you and I have to shove it back in with my big fat cock.”

Her face reddens and she sucks in a breath, and I feel my heart in my throat.

This is it. This is where she walks out and tells me I’m a fucking weirdo.

She looks up at me from beneath those dark lashes, kiss-swollen lips parted as she sucks in a breath. Her gaze roves over me, settling on my cock. And then that gaze darkens.

“Then what are you waiting for, Daddy?” she asks, her voice steady and dark as the night. “Fill me up.”

Sweet mother of all that is fucking holy.

I don’t have to be told twice. I don’t even bother to remove my shirt as I pull her legs up and situate her against the hood, angling myself against her in one swift motion. She sucks in a breath as I lean my face down, capturing her nipple in my mouth as I swipe my tongue over the moisture collected there. It’s sweet. Sweeter than water, that’s for sure.

“You taste so fucking good, baby girl,” I growl as her head falls back.

“Richard…” she moans. “I’m going to come again if you keep that up.”

I grin against her as I suck on her nipple. Hard. Then I bite it lightly. “Rule number five,” I breathe. “No less than two orgasms are permitted.”

“Oh good lord,” she huffs.

“Come for Daddy and I’ll give you all the cum you want, baby girl.”

“Richard!” she squeals, and I can’t help but let out a dark laugh as I slide two fingers inside of her. She’s soaked.

“You like this, don’t you, Mia?” I whisper as I scrape my teeth against her nipple. “You want Daddy to fill you up.”

“Yes,” she breathes, her voice strangled and her breaths coming fast. She’s close.

Hearing her like this, seeing her like this…fuck.

She’s perfect.

“Come for me, baby,” I tell her as I pump my fingers in and out of her. “Soak my fucking fingers so I can get this cock good and wet.”

That seems to throw her over the edge, because not even a second later I feel her pussy clenching my fingers and she’s groaning out my name.

I remove my fingers and maneuver her limp body against me. With one hand, I guide my cock into her soaked, quivering cunt.

“You feel that, baby girl?” I bite as I thrust into her easily. She gasps from the contact, and I can feel the faint shocks of her orgasm spasming against my cock. Fuck, that feels good.

“Daddy’s home,” I growl as I thrust into her. The moan that escapes her is like music to my ears. She pulls her legs up, wrapping them around me as she falls back against the hood, her arms spread wide. Her body is sated and relaxed, her eyes closed in absolute ecstasy.

“Come for me, Amelia,” I tell her. Her head rolls back and forth as I thrust into her fast and hard. The car squeaks from the onslaught as she sighs, her breaths rapid and the familiar clench takes hold.

“Fuck, I’m coming, baby girl!” I hiss as I feel the onslaught of my orgasm. I grab her, lifting her body up. She wraps her arms around my neck as my mouth finds her tits once more. I’m overwhelmed by her. Her soft, firm breasts. Her pulsing cunt squeezing every ounce of cum from me that I have. Her hands playing with the edges of my hair. Her fast heartbeat in my ears.

She’s so fucking perfect.

I close my eyes, letting go of her nipple to catch my breath.

For a moment, we stay there like that. There’s no sound except the crickets outside, except our heavy breath and the creaking of the car. I pull out of her, catching my cum with my fingers. She pulls back to look at me, her bright blue eyes clear as a summer sky. With shaking fingers, I push it back in, and she jolts from the touch.

So she’s sensitive after an orgasm. Noted.

“That’s a good girl,” I say, pressing my palm to her hole. I can feel her pussy still fluttering, feel my cum spilling through my fingers.

Fuck, that’s the best sex I’ve had in years.

She leans forward and kisses me. I don’t expect it and I jump back a bit, which gives her room to slide off the car.

“Amelia, where have you fucking been all my life?” I breathe against her lips.

She giggles.

Fucking giggles, and something about that makes my heart beat a little faster.

She liked it. And for the first time in what feels like decades, I feel whole.

Complete.

“You should get to bed, baby girl. Get some rest. I’m sure you’re tired. You’ve had a long night, and uninterrupted sleep is very important.”

She grins. “Is that an order, Daddy?” she asks.

Here lies Richard Emett Rose. Rest in fucking peace.

“Yes,” I say as I smack her ass. “Be a good little girl and do as Daddy says.”

She kisses me once more. “Okay.”

And as I watch her put her cute pajamas on, her blonde hair a mess, I realize two things.

One, I don’t want her to leave. I want her to stay here, with me. For fucking ever.

And two, knowing that I don’t want her to leave means my biggest fear has come true.

I might be falling in love with Amelia.

Fuck.