“Yeah,” sandy haired guy said, “I’m Rhett. You’re gonna need a pack if you are going to stay here. Shaun, Slade, you won’t see much of them until you’ve made your decision…”
“What?” I interrupted his spiel. “What’s happening with Slade and Shaun?”
“Until you’ve decided who your pack is, the guys you’ve slept with will hang back, see if your other partners are ones they can live with. They may start banding together, showing an obvious preference for the blokes they reckon should be in the pack. Some of them will form blocs, start making their moves as a group to try and influence your decision. Then the fighting starts.”
“I’m sorry, what fighting? Kelly said everyone was cool and groovy about this stuff.”
Macca chuckled at this. “Well, it certainly doesn’t take place during business hours, does it? But a bunch of red-blooded blokes all wanting the same thing? C’mon love, you know that’s not going to happen.”
“You take us on, all the work is done,” a guy with long, dark hair at the back said, “We all get along, you don’t have to go through the drama of choosing. We’ll all move to one of the bigger places on the other side, and then you can relax and have every need catered to by seven guys who want you.”
I was going to start laughing at that. Seven guys I’d met five minutes ago ready to settle down and fuck me stupid for ever and ever? It sounded completely ridiculous on paper, but the thing about sitting with a whole bunch of dudes in their undies, I could tell at least physically they were into the idea quite easily.
Brandon walked in with the last load and said, “You coming?” Then he took in all the men seated around me. “I’ll make the next delivery and then come back, OK?”
“You could join us,” Jake said. “She smells like she’s into you and as long as you’re not a dick, we could make room. You gotta better chance with us than on your own.”
This made Brandon stiffen. “I know exactly what she smells like. I’m not interested in this little power play you got going on. I’ll find my own way, the same as my dads did. It’s the woman’s choice, it always has and always will be. You guys, you’re trying to take that from her. Julie, are you OK here?”
“I …” should have gotten up and walked out. They were very good looking guys, but they could be kitten killing, axe murderers for all I knew. Macca chuckled when Brandon walked out, and they all seemed to shuffle closer. I was enclosed in a very manly cocoon.
“You choose us, and you’ll see just what we can do,” Macca said. “Seven guys? You’ll never be left unsatisfied. You can keep coming and coming, there’ll always be someone to take you there.” His hand landed on my thigh, feeling warm even through the thick denim.
“We’re bringing in good money,” Blake said, placing his hand on the other leg. “All of us are either at the mine or in the barracks. Lot of hazard pay.”
“You’ll never have to lift a finger,” Rhett said as the guy at my feet slipped off one shoe and began pushing hard with his thumbs into the sole of my feet. I fought to hold back a groan, but one of the others noticed and started massaging the other foot. Blake jerked his head at one of the guys standing by the door, and I watched him stalk around to the back of my couch, his hands slipping under the neckline of my blouse when he arrived, fingers digging into my shoulders.
For a few selfish moments, I let myself go with it. I could feel the hands on my feet forcing the muscles to become soft and supple, those on my thighs creeping higher and higher. For a moment, I knew I could meet a need I’d never really acknowledged before, the need for more. My last real relationship was with Trevor Noakes, a guy I’d been to school with. He’d been a few years ahead of me and then left to help his dad run the local car yard. He was a nice looking guy, nothing on these blokes, but he had a full head of dark hair and a twinkle in his eye that made it look like he was always having a good time. We had an active sex life, he gave a shit about my pleasure, but… We’d be lying there, both having come hard, revelling in the afterglow, and a sneaky little voice at the back of my mind asked for more. My cunt would be wet and swollen, my clit still throbbing, and if I had more touches, more licks, more dicks pushing into me, I could keep this pleasure train going and going… I never said anything, frightened at what he might say and feeling like the most selfish bitch in town. Plenty of my girlfriends bemoaned their self-centred boyfriend’s lack of technique in the sack. I was one of the lucky ones but… This was that opportunity, I realised as I let my eyes close. I would never get to the end with these guys, never want for more. I’d have a string of fingers and lips and dicks to keep wringing the ecstasy from me, until I just couldn’t anymore. Another set of hands took up their place on my shoulders, the fingers digging now into my collar bone and moving lower…
“Tell you what,” I gasped out. “You tell me what happens on the full moon, and I’m happy to give the lot of you a test drive.” My eyes flicked open, and I smiled when I felt the hands still all over my body. Those many eyes that had been burning into me with smouldering gazes now looked wide eyed and worried.
“Babe,” Macca said, not moving his hand from the top of my thigh as he came closer, “we want you to have whatever you need…”
“Then give me answers.”
He stopped and placed his forehead on my shoulder, “We do that and we’re gone, exiled, never to come back. We don’t have family out in the country to go to. Beyond the Sanctuary, there’s nothing for us.”
I snorted at this and pushed their hands off me, only semi-regretfully. “You guys are young, good-looking, fit. You could easily get a job stripping at the very least, but seriously, if you’re working in the mines there’s plenty of work in that industry going all over the country.”
Blake shook his head sadly, “It’s always going to be the Sanctuary for us. We were all born and raised here, and this is where we’ll live all of our lives.”
“But if you went to town, you’d have no problems finding women, believe me. The way you guys look, you’d have women throwing themselves at you. Better looking, richer.”
“We don’t want other women,” Macca said, moving so his lips rested against my neck.
“We want you,” Blake said, mirroring Macca’s actions.
“And I want answers,” I said as I got to my feet. I picked up my shoes and then stepped free of the insta-harem. “I have no idea what happens on the full moon. Does it happen to me? Do you guys all go bug nuts and rampage around the countryside? Is there an epic surprise party, and you’re all just really committed to making sure I don’t know about it? Seriously, this place has me tripping balls as it is, seven hot guys begging to fulfil my every whim, but I need to know what’s going on. I’ve never even had a threesome before, and I’m prepared to go in that room and do whatever you like, for answers. That’s what I need, answers.”
“Fuck,” Blake cursed, adjusting himself from what was apparently an uncomfortable angle. He looked meaningfully at Macca who just shook his head.
“Where would we go? There’s no Mackenzie’s left in the county, not that remember this side of the family,” Macca said. He looked around at the other guys, and they all appeared similarly despondent.
“There’s also no promise of anything beyond this one fuck,” Rhett said, taking my place between Blake and Macca. “We’d lose our jobs, all of our savings, our homes, our families. We’d lose everything for one taste of pussy. I’m sure it’s just dandy and you are a spitfire in the sack, but that’s not enough to turn my back on all I’ve ever known. Honey, I get you want to know what’s going on, but you’re looking at this all the wrong way. You could spend the next two weeks on the company’s dime, exploring every sexual position and scenario you’ve ever thought might make your pussy twitch, and no one will be concerned.”
“And the thing that makes us nuts is on some level,
you want this,” Macca said. “Your nipples are just about burrowing through your shirt, and I reckon your cunt would be wet enough to drown me if I could get my head between your naked thighs.”