“You ready, baby? You ready for some cock in your pussy?” he asked.
Since my mouth was full of him, I nodded yes, my body shivering from his dirty talk. Brose pushed the head of his cock down to angle it just right, and it slowly slipped inside me, stretching me to a fullness I’d only dreamt of. I grimaced from the initial discomfort, but he moved slowly enough that my orgasm began building right away. He groaned loudly, rocking his hips to get deeper inside me, holding my ass cheeks for leverage.
Brose’s heavy balls bounced against my throbbing clit, and he started to really fuck me, driving in and out, his big cock pounding the shit out of me until I felt my cream run down the insides of my thighs and onto the bed below us.
“God, you’re tight baby. Fuck, Win, she’s squeezing my cock. She’s squeezing—”
But Brose didn’t finish whatever he was trying to say because he exploded with a roar that shook the entire bed. I followed right behind him with my orgasm, pumping against him so hard, I’m surprised we didn’t fly right off the bed. Win pulled out and spurted his hot cum all over my open mouth and tongue, screaming “fuck, fuck, fuck...”
Brose’s stroking slowed, and he pulled out. The three of us jumped under the bed’s comforter, all snuggled together, of course with me in the middle.
* * *
Good god, what had I gotten myself into? There were four incredible men in my life, and if I were really honest with myself, I was falling for each of them. I mean, a week or two ago, I wouldn’t have believed that was even possible. I needed to talk to Matty.
“Yo, if it isn’t my slutty best friend Garnet!” He cackled loudly, like he always did. “So how is it, living with four men? By the way, have I told you I hate you?”
“Oh, Matty, I think this may have been a mistake. I like them all. They’re each so different from the other, but each has so much to offer.” I felt that familiar clutch in my chest, the one I got when I really thought about the situation I was in.
“I don’t know what I’m going to do.”
Matty let out a long breath. “You can
’t pick just one? I mean, c’mon, don’t at least a couple of them do something that bugs the shit out of you? You know, like chew with his mouth open or interrupt all the time?”
It was a totally legit question, but the amazing thing was that no, none of them did much of anything that bugged me. That didn’t mean they never would, but at that point in time, they each brought something different to the table that complemented the whole.
First there was Nat, my preppy accountant, trying to get a life outside of work, who loved that I’ve encouraged him to try something crazy.
Then, there was Linc, my muscular and hunky gym-owner who worked his ass off for the security he and his brother never had growing up. He so quiet and sensitive, but really coming out of his shell.
And Win, my rugged outdoorsman who was taken in by Cordy, the same man who wanted to help me, in his own crazy sort of way.
And last was Brose, my shaved head, pierced, and tattooed chef who had dreams as big as mine, and obstacles just as large to go along with them.
“Matty, what can I do?” I pleaded.
“Here’s what you need to do. Be honest with them,” he said.
“Huh? You mean tell them about the money?”
“Yup. Tell them the whole story. Whether you end up with one or none of them, if you really care about them, you can’t deceive them like you already sort of are.”
Matty was right. I knew he was right. I had to come clean and see where it got me. Like I’d said from the beginning, if I walked out of this with no man and no money, well, I wouldn’t be any worse off than the day Grandpa’s attorney tracked me down at work to tell me about the estate to begin with.
But the funny thing was, I was pretty sure the guys all felt the same way about me. I mean, Win and Brose were all too happy to share me, so there was that. And Linc and Nat seemed completely at peace with it, too. How was it that jealousy wasn’t tearing our happy little family apart?
Is this what Grandpa meant for me?
“I’m scared, Matty. Scared I might lose them all.”
“You might. But if you’re not honest with them, you surely will.”
* * *
I’d arranged a dinner for all of us the next night, no easy feat with everyone’s crazy work schedules. Nat got out of a business trip, Linc rescheduled one of his personal training clients, Win signed off early on the mansion’s roofing job he was handling, and Brose got one of the other chefs to cover for him. I hadn’t been at work much lately, but Tom had been happy to pick up the slack for me since he’d wanted to make some extra cash.
It was a treat to do something nice for the boys, so I planned a dinner of filet mignon with smashed brussels sprouts and other delectable side dishes. For dessert, I’d concocted a Grand Marnier cheesecake, always a crowd pleaser. We had tons of great wine, thanks to the sommelier from North by Northwest.