Chapter 7: Chapter Seven

Bexley

The house was exactly how I remembered it; a spacious, contemporary glass palace with cream and golden tones. The bi-folding glass doors framed the oceanic scenery, complimenting the maritime-themed kitchen.

You could take Uncle Zane out of the Navy, but you couldn’t take the Navy out of Uncle Zane.

“Can I have a look at my room?” I asked as the brothers moseyed around, pouring more drinks and taking snacks from the cupboards. The alcohol had weaved its magic, making me feel all tipsy.

Cruz looked up from the opposite side of the island countertop. “You don’t have to ask, Bexley.”

I gave Braxton a slight head-jerk. He took the bait and cast a subtle glance around. “I’m going to change out of this suit,” he mentioned. “Get me another beer, please, Asher.”

Asher pulled another bottle of beer from the drinks chiller and removed the metal cap.

“I’ll bring it into the den,” he suggested, following Cruz and Dominic into their man-cave at the far side of the estate. “Come join us whenever you’re ready, Bex,” he offered.

“Okay, I will,” I accepted, feeling honoured to be invited into their domain.

Braxton was hot on my heels, slapping my backside as I rushed upstairs. As we arrived at the top in fits of laughter, we veered to the right and paused outside the room between Asher and Braxton’s.

“Would you like to share a shower to save water?” Braxton asked, sounding unabashed by his blatant comment. “I can think of ways in which we can get dirty and clean all at the same time?”

I held my bottom lip between my teeth as I pondered his offer.

So can I.

“You’re determined for us to get caught, aren’t you?” I accused, running my nails across his chest. I got a rush of butterflies feeling solid muscle beneath his shirt, like some love-sick teenager with a crush.

Braxton’s eyes blazed with hunger, and he pressed me against the door, his fingers holding my throat in an act of dominance. I liked the lack of control. He towered over me, making me feel small in comparison, but not in an intimidating manner, more like a safe, treasured, and desired sort of way. It was exhilarating.

“So, what if they see? It’s not like they wouldn’t all love a slice of the action,” he mentioned, his lips hovering over mine. I could practically taste the beer on his breath.

My heart skipped a little faster, wishing he would kiss me. “Yeah, right?” I rolled my eyes, not believing that for a second.

Dominic — maybe. But Asher and Cruz? Nah. They were not interested in me.

Braxton arched a brow. “I beg to differ. My brothers would jump into bed with you in a heartbeat.”

Really?

I thought about that, liking it more than I should. “Why are you telling me this? I assumed you wanted me for yourself?”

Braxton covered my mouth with his, domineering me with a salacious kiss. His coarse stubble grazed my lips, leaving them feeling bruised and swollen. It filled my head with a sex-hazed fog, unable to think straight.

Braxton’s fiery breath gusted against my ear as he whispered, “I do. But it’s more fun to share.”

Holy shit! Did he just give me the green light to fool around with his brothers?

“They would never go along with this . . . no way.” I was certain of it. “And even if they were game, what makes you think I would offer myself around so loosely? I’m up for a bit of harmless flirting, but I’m not an easy lay.”

Braxton let out a huff of amusement, then pulled me into my old room. It was a little different from what I remembered. They had repainted the 'My Little Pony' decor with a neutral beige to tie in with the rest of the house. Thank fuck because that would have been a passion-killer.

Braxton began peeling away his clothing and tossing it aside. “If we’re going to get along, you ought to relax,” he suggested, hooking his thumbs beneath the elastic of his boxer briefs.

My eyes bulged wide as I saw his giant cock for the second time today. It was so thick and long, he could bludgeon someone to death with it.

“Come on,” he encouraged as he stepped out of his clothes. “Get naked for me.”

I remained there, slack-jawed, awed by his godly physique, his muscles inked and toned. He peeled off his socks last. His cock swung between his thighs, drawing my eyes to it. “Go ahead, “ he gave his permission. “Feel it.”

My tongue darted out to dampen my parched lips. Liquid heat flowed from my core, soaking into my suit pants. I craved to touch it — I really did. My clit swelled with the assurance of a good, vigorous fuck. I was commando thanks to him, and dripping with desire. Mirroring his striptease, I unbuttoned my blouse, exposing my heaving breasts, and his cock gave me a standing ovation. Discarding my bra and my trousers, I stepped forward and curled my fingers around his iron-hard rod, rewarding him with soft, dexterous strokes.

“You’re so big,” I told him, admiring his impressive length. "Biggest I've ever seen."

Braxton shuddered with need, hissing through his clenched teeth; pre-cum beaded at the tip of his cock then dribbled down the head. My ex-partners had been average, if that. A few were even smaller. I had never had an orgasm through penetrative sex before. At least I wouldn’t have to fake it with Braxton. The guy had sent me to Heaven and back with his fingers. I couldn’t wait to see what his cock could do.

“We’re all pretty big, babe,” he stated, steering me backwards onto the bed. “Just wait until we take you all together.”

The back of my thighs hit bed and I toppled onto it with a bounce. Braxton grabbed my ankles, yanking me towards him. He dropped to his knees, tossing my legs over both his shoulders.

“All at once?” I breathed; my mind was reeling with the thought.

Did he really mean it?

“It’s what we want,” he explained, trailing gentle kisses down the insides of my thighs. "One woman to share forever. We don't want to split up and lead separate lives."

I let out a moan as his breath gusted against my mound. My clit pulsed with anticipation.

“Would you go for that? The four of us taking you to bed each night, worshipping you like a Goddess?” he murmured before his tongue speared between my folds.

“Oh, oh, yes,” I moaned, as he varied between dragging lazy circles and soft flicks around my clit.

At this moment, I would have agreed to anything.

Braxton growled as he feasted, lapping me like a professional porn-star. The guy had won medals for every sport under the sun, and right now he had just scored gold at cunnilingus.

“Fuck, yes!” I wailed, dragging a pillow over my face to bite down on.

Braxton Wolfe was eating me better than any man had ever attempted before. This was the best sex of my life, and he hadn’t even used his dick yet. I came with a shriek of pleasure, gripping the pillow for support.

“So, was that a “yes” to fucking us all, or a “yes” because you come apart on my tongue?” he asked, shooting me an accomplished grin.

“Uh!” I groaned, unable to see straight. He blew my mind through the stratosphere, and I was floating back down to earth. “Remind me . . . what was the question?”

“Flip over and turn around,” he ordered, delivering a stinging slap to my thigh. “I’m gonna give you something to think about.” He paused for a moment. "Are you on the pill?"

"Yes. You can check my bag if you like," I replied, offering proof.

"I believe you," he answered, getting up to his feet.

I did as I was told, rolling over onto my hands and knees. This was just what I needed. I had been dreaming of this moment for so long. Whether it be with Braxton or another of his brothers . . . maybe even all of them, I wasn’t too picky. They were all fit as fuck, and the prospect of being intimate with all of them was my deepest, darkest fantasy.

“How do you want it? Fast or slow?” he rasped.

My pussy walls quivered with anticipation.

“Hard, just fuck me fast and hard, so I come again,” I said, needing another body-shaking climax.

His blunt heat pressed against my entrance, then he burst through my cunt as if he was driving my walls apart. Fuck me, Braxton exceeded all my expectations, making my eyes bulge wide. My kitty purred with exultation, welcoming her guest with a fresh gush of cream. He slapped my arse, creating a fiery handprint against my skin. Dragging his length through my inner muscles, he found a steady, pounding rhythm.

“Uh!” I grunted, biting down hard on a pillow.

His ruthless momentum caused the bed to shake. I became more vocal as I reached the crest of my orgasm with Braxton following closely behind. His balls slapped against my labia, the head of his cock hammering against my cervix like it was trying to break through.

“Just like that . . . uh . . . I’m coming,” I cried.

“Oh, fuck,” Braxton let out a ragged groan.

His hips jolted with each ejaculation, then he sagged against me, wrapping his arms around my limp body. We lay on the bed together, both wrung out in a post-orgasmic haze.

“I’m so glad you agreed to come here, sweetheart,” he cooed, pressing kisses to my throat. "I've waited years for this."

Why didn't he ever reach out to me then? I would have jumped at the opportunity of a relationship with him.

I exhaled a smile. “You still want to share me with your brothers?” I inquired, doubting if he felt the same as he did before.

Braxton stilled, resting his chin on my shoulder. “Did I convince you to give them a chance?” he swung the question around on me. "You would be getting that four times over."

Why was he pushing this? Didn’t he know how wrong that would be?

“I asked you first,” I stammered.

Braxton chortled. “Yes, I want that. We all do.”

I shuffled around to face him. “Wouldn’t that make me a slut?”

Yes, I had fooled around with Braxton within an hour of us being reacquainted, but I could be forgiven for giving into my wanton desires. We were both consenting adults who clearly liked each other. It wasn't as if this was likely to be a one-night stand because he made it clear to me that he wanted more. But sleeping with all of the Wolfe brothers would be crossing some sort of invisible line. One that would change everything.

I don't want people to think badly of me?

Braxton flinched as if I just said something scandalous. “Plenty of people share one lover between them. It’s called a harem, and there’s nothing sinful or degrading about it.”

“Is that so? I doubt anyone would see it that way. Men receive a pat on the back for sleeping around, whereas women get branded with a shitty label,” I argued.

I had spent years building a credible reputation for myself. It would only take one scandal to bring it all crashing to the ground.

“Fuck what anybody else thinks; life is too short to spend worrying about what people might say,” Braxton muttered, getting to his feet and ambling into the bathroom.

Shit. I think I just hurt his feelings.

I pushed myself off the bed and staggered after him to use the toilet. My pussy was sore, and that made it uncomfortable to pee. If this was what the aftermath of fucking Braxton felt like, then I could only imagine what it would feel like to sleep with them all. He switched on the shower, waiting a few seconds before stepping into the cubicle. As he closed the panel, his muscular body distorted behind a cloud of steam. Could I really go along with this? The thought of taking them all at once caused my heart to flutter with excitement.

The old Bexley would have seized the opportunity to flush the toilet while Braxton was in the shower, then laugh as he screamed out in pain, but that was then. We were lovers now. The new Bexley slid alongside him and peppered soft kisses against his chest, then reached up onto her tiptoes, so she could kiss him.

“My answer is yes,” I decided, wanting to explore a relationship with each of them.

Braxton grinned, picking me up in a powerful bear hug. “You won’t regret this, Bexley.” He put me down, then grabbed the shower gel and a sponge.

We washed and changed into casual clothes. I sent a quick text to my dad, informing him we got here OK, and then to Caz, telling her not to worry and that I would call her as soon as I could. Braxton waited around for me like the perfect gentleman, proving that arseholes could change. I knew I felt something stronger than lust; I was just too afraid to admit it.

The walk to the den seemed to take forever. My heart thumped inside my chest like a slow clap. I was nervous to face the others. Too scared that this was all a joke. We rounded the hallway, turning toward their man-cave. Dance music boomed from inside the room and the heavenly scent of steak and burgers wafted along the hall. I stepped through the door and my jaw fell open with shock.

“Bexley?” Asher eyed me with amusement. “We were about to send out a search party for you.” The blue swim shorts he was wearing were just hanging below his V-line. I could make out the dark thatch of hair at the top of his groin. He was the carbon copy of his twin, but with less ink. A nautical themed tattoo covered his left arm in a full sleeve.

It wasn’t just the smell of the food that was making me salivate. Cruz was out on the decking, supervising the barbecue with nothing but an apron covering his modesty. The sun was melting into the ocean behind him and the orange hue outlined his firm arse like it was a second layer of skin. Dominic was in the hot tub, submerged to the shoulders in frothing water. He was wearing a pair of aviator shades, which meant I couldn't tell if he was looking at me or not.

Asher walked towards me and held out another generous glass of wine. "Here you go, beautiful."

I took it gratefully, needing a little liquid courage.

“Bexley has something she wants to say to you all,” Braxton announced, flinging his arm around my shoulders.

Suddenly, my tongue was as dry as the Sahara Desert, and I gulped my wine like I was dying of thirst.

Braxton flashed me an expectant look. "Well, go on then. Don't keep them all in suspense."

“What are you doing?” I whispered at the corner of my mouth.

All eyes settled on me and I wished that the ground would open up and swallow me whole.

“It'll be okay,” Braxton prompted.

I turned to them all, blushing ferociously. “If this is some kind of joke, I’m going to kill you all,” I muttered with humiliation.

“That we want you?” Asher spoke up, confirming everything his twin had said. "I can assure you, it's no joke."

Dominic lifted his shades, letting them rest above his forehead. "We want you to be our girl," he reinforced.

"That's a yes from me!" Cruz yelled from the terrace. "So, that's four yeses," he chirped a second later.

“Honestly? You're not just winding me up?” I still waited for the punchline.

I would die if this was just another one of their pranks.

The heat in their eyes conveyed more than words could ever say.

“Sod it; let’s go for it,” I answered, not one to look a gift horse in the mouth.

Asher produced a bottle of champagne. "This calls for a celebration," he announced, popping the cork.

This has got to be a dream. All these years, I thought the Wolfe brothers hated me. And all this time, they wanted me just as much as I wanted them. For once, I was going to throw caution to the wind and grab the bull by the horns. Braxton was right. Life was too short. Especially with this Chameleon guy lurking around. Who knows what was likely to happen tomorrow?