Chapter 100 100.Four's a Party
Tabitha’s POV
Reed groans as he watches us, his cock is fully-erect that it almost looks angry. His expression is intensely brutal and yet amused at the sight of his brother moving me up and down, pounding on me like his personal sex doll.
“Ahh! Oh my—Luca!” My words are practically jumbled at this point.
“What is, sweetheart? Tell me what you want.”
If I answer him, it must have come out in a form of garbled syllables because I can’t seem to form any coherent words right now. My mind is melting from the pleasure. My body is still so hypersensitive from my last orgasm, and Luca fucking me like this only opens the floodgate of absolute pleasure even more. My nipples harden as my skin tingles in fluttery sensations. My breath comes in heaves and groans every time Luca raises my hips up in the air and then pulls me down, impaling me with his shaft. I sob and moan; looking like a total wreck in front of the other three who are all too eager to watch me unravel—blissed out beyond wits.
It doesn’t take a while until I find myself writhing in Luca’s arms as a shamefully long moan claws out of my throat just in time for another mind-shattering climax. I go limp, and Luca’s hands steady me before I can collapse to the floor. I hear his animalistic groan as he gives me another rough thrust before his cock twitches and erupts inside of me, coating my inside with his thick spurt.
I whine when he pulls away from me, and a warm trail follows the loss of him, slipping down my inner thigh before I can even catch my breath.
“Look at her, dripping all the way to her thighs. I did that,” he murmurs as he pulls back, his voice thick with satisfaction. Luca shifts his grip and parts my legs even wider, leaving me even more exposed as his cum trickles down my inner thighs.
I sag against him, my legs trembling like jelly, and rest my head against his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath me. My breaths come in ragged pants, every nerve still buzzing from the intensity. Luca smirks before pressing soft, teasing kisses along my neck.
“You feel so damn good… still trembling for me,” he murmurs, making a shiver run down my spine.
“Look at her… all messy and dripping,” Reed says, voice thick with a barely restrained groan. “She looks so beautiful covered with our cum.”
“Yeah… completely undone, and still burning with it. Fuck, baby, you’re so hot,” I hear Jace’s voice somewhere but then my eyes begin to flutter close.
My eyelids grow impossibly heavy, and with one last ragged breath against his chest, I melt completely into the warmth of his hold, drifting off into a haze of exhaustion and lingering pleasure.
I wake up in a wooden bed with a decently comfortable mattress. The walls around me are thick logs. I realize I’m still in the Aldair brothers’ cottage. I blush at the memory of last night. That was a wild experience! Ugh, I totally lost myself again.
But somehow… I don’t feel the usual nagging guilt or shame that creeps in whenever I get too close or intimate with them. It’s a strange feeling but seriously, If anything, I feel fulfilled. Like I finally satisfy something I have been craving.
I smile at the thought and then feel someone stir behind me. A warm mouth presses against my cheek. I stiffen.
“You finally awake, sleepyhead?” I recognize the voice from Jace. Although his voice sounds a bit hoarse as if he also just woke up.
I scramble to turn around only to see Jace’s grinning face. Damn, why does he look so good in the morning?
“H-Have you been sleeping beside me all this time?” I say, blushing.
He wraps his arms around me and smiles.
“I have. All of us were here earlier, but the other three went outside to whip something up for breakfast,” he looks at his wristwatch, “for brunch, actually. It’s past noon already,” Jace says.
“Woah, I’ve been sleeping for that long?” I say, wide-eyed.
Jace chuckles while stroking my hip. “It’s normal. What I like to call the post nut coma,” he says.
I snort. “There’s no such thing,” I say.
He smirks. “There is now. Otherwise, how else would I describe your sweet sweet sleep after cumming three tim—” Jace says.
I slap a palm over his mouth, my face red. “Stop being such a perv so early in the morning,” I say, blushing.
Jace laughs. “Do you feel well-rested now?” he asks.
I nod sheepishly, my face still red.
Jace hums while stroking my waist. “We must have gone too rough last night. Sorry about that,” he says.
I chew on my lips, trying to hide the humiliation of this post-sex talk.
He continues, “We just got a bit too excited. Whether you believe it or not, the past few days of not speaking with you drove us crazy. Having you finally admit that you want us as much as we want you made us absolutely feral,” Jace says.
I feel shy and unsure how to answer.
Jace hops off the bed. “There’s a bathroom right outside the room. You can freshen up there. You can also use some of our spare clothes. We tossed your dirty clothes in the washer last night,” he says.
I am in awe. “This small cottage really has everything someone needs to survive,” I say.
Jace smiles. “Yeah. We built the cabin around seven or eight years ago. It was a simple studio dump at first. We gradually improved it, added two more rooms, bought some appliances, and stashed groceries whenever we could. The whole cottage runs on solar too,” Jace says.
I nod, impressed.
He heads to the door. “Go to the living room when you’re ready for breakfast,” Jace says, winking at me before closing the door behind him.
I sit up and realize I am wearing a man’s shirt that is too long for me. It looks like a small dress. I know by the scent alone that it belongs to Reed. I am not wearing underwear beneath it. I feel clean. I do not feel sticky at all. I wonder if the brothers cleaned me up after… you know. I close my thighs and feel the sting in between my legs. Gosh, I am sore down there. But it hurts so good!
I shake my head and massage my temples, embarrassed by my own thoughts! Hurt so good? I sound like a slut. But am I not? Considering how I practically seduced them last night like I’m a wanton woman in need of scratching?
“Ugh, I need to pull myself together,” I bury my face against my palm and shake my head.
After reining in my embarrassing thoughts, I hop off the bed and find a fresh set of spare clothes and a clean towel sitting on the bedside table. I grab them and head to the bathroom to freshen up and do my business. The bathroom looks clean, like something you’d see in a summer resort.
After that, I step into the living room and almost stop in the doorway. The cottage may be small, but the way the dining area blends into the living space makes everything feel close and warm, and the brothers move around the table like they have done this a hundred times together. Luca sets down a plate of potato omelette, and the steam rises from it in a way that makes my stomach betray me with a loud, hungry growl. His head lifts. His smile is easy.
“Have a seat,” he says, and he gestures to the chair closest to him.
I duck my head and hurry toward it, trying not to die from embarrassment. The chair is barely under me when Jace slips in beside me with two empty glasses. He places them in front of me as if he has been waiting to do this all morning, then reaches for the pitcher on the table. He pours water into the first glass and orange juice into the second one, the motions calm and practiced.
Evren arrives just as Jace finishes, sliding a plate piled with fluffy pancakes into the center of the table. The whole thing feels almost choreographed, and it leaves my chest tight in a strange, warm way. Reed appears from the kitchen last, carrying a plate heaped with bacon, and he sets it down with a short nod before stepping back to make room for his brothers.
I stay still, hands folded in my lap, watching them settle everything around me. They talk to each other while they work, passing utensils and shifting plates without needing to ask for anything. And I sit there, feeling flustered and almost shy, but also a little giddy. It feels ridiculous, but the truth hits me all at once.
I feel like a princess being taken care of.
And it is… nice.