Billy forces into my mouth and pushes to the back of my throat. Jake takes over, holding my arms down so Billy can hold my head with his fingers wrapped around the back of my neck so he can fuck my throat harder. I moan around him as Jake’s pace builds pressure in my belly.
When they move away from me, Dean roughly flips me to my belly as he straddles my legs. “Are you ready for this weapon of ass destruction, baby girl?” he asks as he pats my ass like a bongo.
“You’re fucking weird, Dean,” I laugh as he leans into me.
“Relax for me, Little Demon,” he says softly. I take a deep breath to relax my body when he surges into me.
“Fuck, Dean,” I groan as he forces himself deeper.
I am passed around from person to person, and they are all completely unrelenting as they fuck me. After seven men and seven orgasms, I am exhausted and overly sensitive.
Todd grabs my ankles and pulls me to the edge of the bed. “I don’t know if I can do this,” I complain.
“You can and you will,” he says with a wicked grin. He brings my legs up to drape over his shoulders before leaning into me.
“Please be easy with me. I’m not ready to die yet,” I whimper.
“Oh, but baby... I’m going to take you to heaven,” Todd says as he eases into me. I moan softly and arch off the bed as he stretches me. Each time he bottoms out, I grunt as both pain and pleasure ripple through me.
Instinctively, I try to push him away when his thrusts overwhelm me. He abruptly moves us up on the bed before flipping me so that I am on my knees with my chest on the bed. He slams back into me, and I scream out as he is able to push deeper than before. Todd tightens his grip on me and quickens his pace.
When I start fighting him, he shoves me flat and plants his hand between my shoulder blades. I pull my leg up slightly, needing to feel the intensity of his aggressiveness. All our grief and anger at the world is funneled into this moment. If there was a way to fuck the sadness out of someone, this is how you do it. My brain is numb, and the memories are silent as we fall together. Everything starts to fade, and for the first time in days, I am finally at peace.
Chapter Twenty Three
Sadie
Four Months Later
I am sitting cross-leggedon the couch with a bowl of pickles and a jar of peanut butter, watching a sappy romance movie on daytime television. I am crying ugly, and I don’t know why. The movie is great, but this commercial with abandoned dogs is tugging at my heartstrings.
The last four months have been a whirlwind of changes. We all sold our houses and bought a massive house with nearly a dozenrooms. The guys made sure that I had my own room and own bathroom so that I have a place to be away from everyone since I am the only female in the house. They don’t want me to become overwhelmed by their presence, so I have an escape. It’s nice, because I have the master suite with a large claw-foot tub that I can soak in.
Stacy’s parents had her ashes made into a necklace for all of us so we could take her everywhere we go. The guys have theirs hanging in their car or at their desk, but I wear mine all the time. I miss her so much, but she was right that she would be everywhere I looked. I see her in every bit of happiness that I feel.
I was afraid adding five men into my dynamic with Lance, Dean, and Mason would cause a strain, but everyone has handled things exceptionally well. I am able to share my time equally with everyone, and there is no jealousy in the way we handle who I spend time with or what bed I’m in at night. They all know they can come get me at any time, but respect my boundaries when I say that I need time to be alone or be in my bed by myself.
I am with eight men, but our dynamic is so much more than just sex. We still have our weekly games at the park, and game night is a priority. We do regular mundane things, like grocery shopping, like normal adults. I am madly in love with each of them, and I cannot imagine my life without them. They all bring something to this relationship that complements everyone else.
We are the subject of the town gossip here and back home, but none of us cares. Losing Stacy taught me a lot about who I am and what I want in life. I am no longer ashamed to admit thethings that I desire. After all of the trauma and turmoil that I have experienced, I have no room to care about what people think about my life or my connection to the guys. People can have their opinions, but that doesn’t mean that I have to pay any attention to it.
Dean sits on the coffee table in front of me, then takes my pickles and peanut butter. “Excuse me. I was eating that,” I say with a pout, staring at my food.
“We need to talk,” he says with a smirk.
“What?” I sigh.
“Is there anything you need to tell us?” he asks.
“Uh... No,” I say quickly. “Can I have my pickles, please?”
“No,” he says. “When are you going to admit that you are pregnant?”
“What do you mean?” I ask innocently.
“Baby... You are eating pickles and peanut butter, you were just sobbing over TV puppies, and you have a visible baby bump,” Dean says.
“Are you calling me fat?” I ask, trying to turn things on him.
