“They’re certain it’s safe? Aspen is okay?”
“Your friend is fine. The problem has been taken care of. If you want, we could arrange everything for your return flight back,” Ford told her.
Fisher released her hand as they all stopped in front of the truck. She looked shell-shocked, but also a bit angry.
“Well, I guess we only have a few days left. Then it’s back to reality.”
She stood by the door and Ford hit the unlock button as Fisher opened the door. They all climbed inside and Fisher pulled India close to him.
He didn’t want her to leave. He was trying so hard not to demand that she stay here with them and that she belonged here, but she seemed okay with leaving. She really didn’t fit in a town like Pearl. She was a city girl, a woman who was sought after by many clients looking for the best designers.
So why did he feel like half of his heart had just been ripped out of his chest?
* * * *
India wanted to scream at them and demand they make her stay as they told her they loved her. But they didn’t. They acted like they accepted it as time for her to leave and they didn’t give a shit. It made her angry and sad. As she remained in the truck as they drove back to their estate, the atmosphere changed.
It was so quiet, and no one spoke a word. She thought about the time they spent together. She thought about listening to music, making love, sleeping in their arms at night, and they didn’t fight or argue over who got to hold her each night or cuddle with her. She didn’t know how they did it but they must have come up with a schedule, a set of rules she knew nothing about. Whatever it was, it worked and there wasn’t any jealousy or arguing.
She would miss being with them, talking with them and understanding how strong-willed and powerful they truly were. She’d never met such complicated, yet totally in control type of men. She would miss the dogs, too. She had truly grown to love them, just as she had grown to love Fisher, Fenton, Ford, Flynn, and Grey. The knowledge that she knew she loved them hit her hard. She nearly choked up. But none of them were saying a word. No one begged her to stay.
They didn’t want her. She had to leave. The fear of going back to Chicago and never seeing them again forced her to make a move. To take the last few days and love them with all her heart and soul because if she was never going to see them again, she wanted them to remember her and what they once had. She was ruined for other men. She knew that. It was a risk she took by making love to five men. She didn’t regret it but knew destiny would leave her lonely and alone.
She turned toward Fisher. His expression was hidden in the shadow of the night. Not even the moonlight could illuminate the dark tinted windows of the truck.
She eased her palm along his thigh and began to stroke the material. Before she could move closer to his crotch, Fisher lifted her up and onto his lap. They locked gazes. He looked exactly as she felt. There was hunger, darkness, and desire in his eyes. He eased his palm up under her hair and neck and drew her in for a deep kiss. He used his other hand to stroke up her thigh, under the dress, and she lifted up, allowing him full access to her body. In no time at all that kiss grew wild, and Fisher cupped her pussy over the panties she wore. She moaned into his mouth and then gasped as he ripped the material covering her cunt.
“Fisher.”
“Shh. No words. No talking,” he said in such a wild, commanding tone.
His hands lifted her skirt upward and he pulled her blouse open, tearing the material, causing her breasts to bounce and her pussy to leak.
“I love your fucking body, India. This body belongs to me. Always,” he told her then cupped her breasts. She hugged him, overwhelmed with emotion. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and suckled his neck. She felt his fingers pulling apart her skirt, tearing it from her body and she didn’t care. She loved him. She wanted him now right now so she would never forget how it felt to have Fisher inside of her.
His fingers found her cunt and stroked upward. She moaned and rocked her hips, rode his fingers. The cool air collided against her breasts as she pulled back. Someone unclipped her bra and when it fell down her arms she heard the intake of breath and then another set of hands cupping them. To the right was Flynn. He pulled on her nipples and leaned over to kiss her on the mouth. She reached out and cupped his hair, pulling him closer as she deepened the kiss.
Under her Fisher undid his pants and pushed them down. He held his cock in his hand and lowered her onto his shaft, filling her with the thick, hard muscles.
Flynn caressed a hand over her ass to her anus and began to a
rouse her there, readying her for his cock next.
The truck stopped and doors opened, lights illuminated the cabin, and Fisher thrust upward into her.
Their lips collided again and again in between his wild, hard, upward thrusts. It was erotic, deep, and she wanted to cry in protest that they were good together and that she needed him, but she reminded herself that they didn’t feel the same.
In a flash he lifted her up, maneuvered her to her back across the seat, spread her thighs wider and thrust into her deeply. Her hair hung over the edge of the seat and out the door. One glance back and there the rest of them stood. They were watching, their eyes dark with hunger and desire. She would get the chance to make love to them again tonight, and maybe tomorrow before it was time to leave them.
She gulped hard and relished in the feel of Fisher’s deep, hard strokes.
“You’re mine. You’ll always be mine,” he told her and shoved in hard and came.
He hugged her, squeezing her breasts to his chest, his warm breath colliding against her hair and neck, and she absorbed it all.
* * * *
Ford lifted her from Fisher’s arms and hurried to the house so she wouldn’t get too cold. She was completely naked and felt so good in his arms. He couldn’t wait to make love to her. The thought of her leaving them was insane. He went over it in his head. They could tell her they loved her and that they wanted her to stay, but what would she do? Would she regret leaving her life in Chicago and the lifestyle she had there? What about men like the James character? A guy with a lot of money and more to offer such a gorgeous woman like India.