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Brook

“Hey, sleepy head,” Bishop said as my eyes fluttered open.

“Am I the only one who dozed off?” I said with a sleepy smile.

“Indeed,” Bishop said. “We’ve each ravaged you three more times while you slept.”

“Really?” I said, a little shocked by the statement.

“Don’t listen to him,” Rector said with a reassuring kiss. “We might be ravenous for your flesh, but we would never partake without your explicit engagement. A large part of the pleasure is in experiencing the pleasure you derive from our touch.”

With a playful grin, I glanced at Bishop and Deacon. “I think we have another poet.”

“He speaks the truth,” Bishop said with an earnest gaze.

I smiled at them all. “You guys are so special. You’re special individually... but when you’re together... Wow. How can I resist you?”

They laughed, but quickly sobered.

“You have to know, too,” Rector said. “We can’t resist you.”

“We went through a jealous spell,” Bishop said. “It wasn’t good. It wasn’t good for any of us. It was breaking us apart... destroying the brotherhood that we’d built.”

“We knew we couldn’t go on that way,” Deacon said.

“But we also knew that we wanted you,” Rector added.

“You’re the right girl for us, Brook,” Bishop said. “We all are in love with you.”

“You can’t deny it,” Rector said as he patted my thigh. “You’re one of us. You’re our girl. You belong with us, as we belong together. Look at us, all here, together, loving, caring... we’re stronger together.”

“We are tight,” Deacon said. “But you were the one who made us so crazy over you that we fought amongst ourselves over you.”

“We can’t be apart from each other, but we don’t want to fight with each other,” Rector said. “Like I said, as the Saints, we’re stronger when we’re all together.”

“So,” Bishop said. “If you’re okay with it...”

“We want to all share in the experience of loving you.”

I pulled away from their caresses and sat up, leaning against the headboard. “Hmm,” I mused. “Let me see. Rector,” I said, looking at him. “Such a strong leader. And Deacon,” I went on, shifting my gaze to him. “With a wealth of warmth and caring under that cool façade.”

Smiling in anticipation, Bishop leaned closer. “And me?”

I caressed his cheek. “Sweet and angelic with unmistakable strength under it all.”

“Is that a yes?” Rector said.

I smiled. “I couldn’t choose just one of you if I wanted to. You guys are like a package deal. All of you or none of you.”

“I like the sound of that,” Bishop said.

Chapter 7



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