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A little lump forms in my throat. “Glad I found you too,” I whisper.
We part and I make my way back to my office. I make a mental note to ask Knox about Killian.
I settle in my chair and my stomach lets out an embarrassing growl.
I wonder what Finn made me for lunch.
My heart squelches and throws in an extra beat. Every morning when I fly out of Lachlan’s room, Finn’s there with a brown paper sack, and a kiss to my forehead with a murmured, “Angel.” The first day I laughed out loud at the home-squeezed bottle of orange juice with the instruction to make it ‘All shook up.’ Along with the juice, there was a ploughman’s lunch with a Scotch egg I am officially in love with. Who knew hard-boiled eggs wrapped in sausage meat, crumbed and deep fried, would be my favorite new thing?
Along with three hot brothers.
Well, there is that.
There is a prized piece of Finn’s Roly Poly pudding. He shyly told me he’d made it himself as Fiona has been visiting with Clyde who hasn’t been well. I remember the conversation back in the kitchen. It’s even more delicious because Finn made it for me. He even included a container of clotted cream, which I’ve also fallen in love with. There’s a piece of fruit with a note that I have to eat because I’m not going to get scurvy on his watch, along with a drawing of Elvis on a Post-it note.
This man.
These men.
It’s Thursday. I can’t believe how time has flown.
Everything at work is structured. I love it. The lists, the endless poring over numbers, learning the tax code that most people glaze over but not here. Everyone is dedicated, loves numbers and lists as much as I do.
I fling myself into a chair soap-opera style and stretch tired muscles. My day may be structured but my nights are anything but.
Maybe that’s what I’ve been missing back in America. Structure during the day, and three men who make me wild for them before they tame and school me in their own way of education at night.
Men who adore me like I’ve never been adored before.
My heart does squeezes in my chest, and I can’t help but smile when I think of them.
My pussy throbs just thinking about them. I’d have thought it would be protesting by how much fantastic sex we’re having, but if anything I feel more alive than I’ve ever been. It’s not just physical, but mental as well. These men have woken me up from a fog I was in. They’ve set me free physically. If you’d have asked me six months ago, hell, six weeks ago that I’d be owned by three men I would have laughed in your face and suggested you needed medication and a padded room, but here I am, a slave to my desire for them. They ignite a passion in me I’ve never felt before. They light me up from within.
Building relationships with all of them. Each personality is different.
Knox is dominant and so protective of his brothers and me. He’d rip the world apart finding the person who harmed us, but I think he’d rip someone’s head off if they hurt me.
Finn makes me laugh, and I feel like I’m filled with helium when I’m with him. Like we could float to the moon. He fills me with joy.
Lachlan is serious and lives every emotion. Vulnerable, strong and so fiercely tender.
As the days inch away, I’m filled with growing dread. The only time I’m alive and whole is when my mouth, pussy and ass are owned by those three men.
My eyes, the traitorous bitches, land on my desk calendar. I have two more days left here and am not ready to go. I don’t want to go. What will I do without Finn keeping me fed and laughing, without Lachlan holding me tight every night where I feel safe? Then there’s Knox’s bossy possessiveness that makes me surrender to him. He keeps all four of us together like some weird cement.
Lachlan, who always senses my moods and needs, held me last night after brushing the knots out of my hair. It was the sweetest, gentlest gesture that slowly unwound the tension in my body, dissolving it, until I became a writhing mass of need underneath him, teasing an orgasm from me, again and again until I was a heap in his arms. His favorite position is me riding him. Who am I to complain? I can dive into his beautiful blue eyes and drown. My legs tuck around his waist, and we ride out our orgasm, always staring at each other until we come together.
Things have changed over the last couple of days. Even Finn, with his ever present laughter and good nature, is tense. The smile on his face falls when he doesn’t think I’m looking. Lachlan presses into me every morning anchoring me to him, inhaling me as if I’ll disappear. I feel Knox’s gaze stalking me. When he silently commands me to turn around, his gaze is fierce.
My phone buzzes with an incoming text. I smile at Momma’s words that she’s ‘worn slap out’. She’s not big on technology, preferring the tried-and-true method of the neighborhood gossip tree that is watered and tended with innuendo and half-truths.
She misses me. I miss her, but my heart drops in my chest like on a looping rollercoaster. I blink back moisture because I’ll miss Knox, Finn, and Lachlan more than I thought possible.
I’ve fallen for them in the best possible way.
“I am,” I whisper to the walls. “Falling hard.”
I have to jolt myself out of this funk. I can’t let them know. God, I’ll probably blabber all over them and watch their smiles fade, and their faces freeze in horror. I know, I know these men aren’t into relationships, but being the fool I am, I’ve gone and fallen for them.
