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“Will the both of you shut the fuck up,” Lucas growls while grinding himself against my ass. He shoves his dick deeper inside me. “I can’t concentrate with the both of you arguing.”
“Fuck, I’m going to come,” Seth says while bending over, his hands caressing my face. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
Alex cries out long and loud and I feel him bursting inside my mouth. Seth whimpers and is the next to follow. Both slide out of my mouth and I swallow the semen in one gulp. Hunter fills my view while Alex and Seth plop their naked bodies into a chair. My eyes widen on Hunter’s naked form. His cock is already hard and ready to go.
“You forgot about me,” he says with a teasing glare that makes me wonder what he plans to do for my punishment.
“It wasn’t on purpose,” I rasp.
Lucas pulls me up until my back is flat against his chest. He isn’t so deep inside me and I miss feeling him thrusting in and out. Hunter reaches for me, grabbing me by the waist and hoisting me up until my legs are no longer on the ground and are dangling in the air. Lucas and Hunter both grab my ass to stabilize me.
“What are you—”
My eyes widen as my words become a loud moan. Hunter empties my pussy, driving in deep and hard. He growls low in his throat, his forehead pressing against mine as he murmurs, “You’re so fucking wet.”
He grinds against my clit, the pressure absolutely perfect. Lucas and Hunter both thrust in and out of me, feeling me completely. I toss back my head and moan while they push in and out of me. The sensation is perfect. I can feel myself spiraling higher towards my orgasm. My head rests on Lucas’s shoulder. His dick pulsates in my ass and I know he’s almost there. He’s been almost there since before Hunter arrived.
“Yes,” Lucas says, his voice shrill as he slides back in again. I feel him pulsate before releasing himself inside. His forehead falls onto my shoulder. His chest heaves with every gasp escaping him.
Lucas pulls out of me and Hunter holds me briefly by himself before placing me onto the table. He pushes me until my back is resting against the wood and he pounds into me, deep and hard. His fingers circle around my clit, getting me just over the brink.
“Next time, don’t fucking forget me,” Hunter says, thrusting into me with each word spilling from his mouth.
“Yes!” I shout, my orgasm taking hold.
My fingernails dig into Hunter’s arms as I scream my release. Hunter thrusts one last time into me, shouting as he spills everything inside. His body drops onto of me and I hold onto him, my hands stroking up and down his back while he places kisses up and down my neck.
“It was an accident,” I breath.
Hunter chuckles and slides off of me. He grabs my hand and pulls me up. I look around at the bros, feeling happy and satisfied. Finally, we’re all back together again. Even though I’m having family issues, at least I’m with the people who make me feel whole.
Chapter 3
RACHEL
Dad’splaceisexactlythe hell-hole I pictured it to be. Alex was kind enough to drive me over to Brooklyn after I finished packing. I texted Mom back, telling her I already made plans with Dad and that I wasn’t going to cancel them. I didn’t mention that I didn’t give two fucks about Bryan, although I was definitely tempted to. And, of course, Mom responded with:But Bryan is really excited to meet you and tomorrow isn’t the best time for us.And when that didn’t work she texted:What’s so good about your father, anyway? It’s not like he can afford to take you out and Bryan is even offering to pick you up in his corvette.Finally, she gave up and her very last text read:Fine. Enjoy your father’s. See you tomorrow. Unless you die of food poisoning.
Oh, Mom is quite the drama queen. Although, now that I am sitting across Dad, I’m wondering if there’s some truth in her text. Dad prepared some sort of hot dog pasta concoction I’m trying not to gag on. He told me as soon as he sat the plate in front of me that he used a secret ingredient. Right now, I am suspecting that secret ingredient was pickles… or sauerkraut. It’s definitely something that has been swimming in vinegar for the last few months.
Jars litter the shelves behind him, filled with an assortment of things floating around. I swallow a gag and redirect my attentions to the food before me. Dad is busy downing his dinner, barely chewing before swallowing. I wish there was a way to eat without tasting. Mom may be right. I may die here from food poisoning, or hypothermia. Dad has a tiny studio apartment, yet despite that, and the possibility for heating it on the cheap, the heater is off. Probably to save money, but it’s so cold inside I can see my breath. Part of me wonders if it’s colder inside than out.
“How is it, honey?” Dad asks while nodding towards my food.
I smile politely and stab my fork into a small piece of hot dog. “It’s great,” I say in the most cheerful voice I can muster.
“Really? You’ve barely touched it.”
“Oh, I went out for pizza earlier,” I lie, not daring to mention Alex or the others. Dad assumes I’m staying with friends and I’m going to keep to that little fib. I don’t want to get into an argument with him over who, or how many men I am dating. Besides, it’s not like he’s doing all that well in the dating front right now anyway. “I was pretty starved when I got off the plane,” I add when Dad notices I’m still not shoving the hot dog on my fork into my mouth.
Dad sets down his fork and leans back in his chair. The mood changes and I have the distinct feeling I have said the wrong thing. Especially when he narrows his eyes at me and asks, “Did you go out with those boys?”
I clench my jaw, holding back on a grimace trying to take hold of my face. It’s pretty difficult. I’ve always been a terrible liar. I wear the truth on my face. I can never hide my displeasure or my happiness, ever.
“Why do you ask that?” I say, my voice strained.
“Two of the boys live in the city, don’t they? What were their names again?” The bitterness in his tone isn’t lost on me. I watch him tap his chin with a finger. “Adam and Larry?”
I stifle the need to roll my eyes. He knows their names. He’s purposefully being an asshole. “Alex and Lucas,” I mutter.
