Chapter 105 - Wild Temptation After Divorce

David

Dear David,

By the time you are reading this, I am gone. I can’t get in the way of the things you deserve. I love you, I truly do. It’s weird that I’ve fallen so in love with you in such a short time. I always thought that it took months, if not years, to fall in love. You are that fantastic. There’s more I have to tell you. I really, really like your brothers and I could see myself falling for them also. But as we both know, I am not their type. I wish it were different. You are all pretty amazing and whichever girl you choose to share your lives with will be one lucky woman. Our last night together was phenomenal. It was a glimpse of what I could have had if I was the right woman for the three of you. That’s why I have to leave. I have to let you go. I can’t be selfish and beg you to choose me because that would mean you’d have to give up your dream of one woman for the three of you. I am hoping out of sight out of mind works for you. I know it won’t for me because you are all I think about. I wish I would have listened to my mother now about my weight. I think then your brothers would have been attracted to me. Not everyone likes a thick girl. They want that size two, not the size twelve to fourteen girl. I was actually surprised you found me attractive. I’ll be honest with you, I often went for the less attractive men. It’s pretty shallow of me because I knew in the face I was pretty, and they should feel lucky a pretty girl like me gave them attention. That’s so horrible to say. But really it was the insecure fat girl in me. I felt lucky to get their attention. My mother really did a number on me, huh? I always thought I was stronger than this, but being in this situation really opened my eyes. I want you to be happy and get everything you want. They say if you truly love someone you should let them go to achieve their happiness. I truly love you, so this is me letting go. You don’t need my insecure self anyway. I hope you get everything you’ve ever wanted with your brothers.

Love you with all my heart,

Nicole

I thought about her letter during the drive to Maine. I was now in the back seat resting. We didn’t want to stop for the night, so we each rested and took turns driving.

I couldn’t believe this was how she thought of herself. She truly didn’t know how f*cking gorgeous she was. I really hated her mother and I’ve never met the woman. But I was sure of one thing. When Nicole sees that all three of us want her, that all three of us want to worship her and have a real relationship with her, I’m not going to let her mother ruin it for us. I’ll make d*mn sure she stays out of our lives.

My heart f*cking hurt. I had a literal ache in my chest. My girl was hurting, and it was all because of me. I should have communicated better with her. I should have told her that Colton and Liam were taking it slow with her because they wanted to make sure she was ready, and they wanted her to make the first move towards them. I should have told her they were the other two men with us at Club Sept. Could have, would have should have, if my aunt had nuts, she’d be my uncle. That’s a stupid saying, but it’s what always comes to my mind when it comes to the should haves in my life.

“I’m starving. We have to find a diner or something. I also need coffee,” Colton said.

“Me to,” I said.

Liam got off the highway, and he pulled into some mom-and-pop diner next to a gas station. We walked in and looked around. It looked like one of those old school diners with plastic bench seats and linoleum flooring. The tables were all beige and a little bit sticky. It was a lot of red, cream and beige. The fluorescent lighting was bright and glaring. A woman that looked to be between fifty and seventy asked what we wanted to drink in her two-pack a day scratchy voice. We all ordered black coffee.

She came with cups and a coffee pot on a circular tray. She set the cups down and filled them. Then she put the tray with the pot down on a table behind her and asked if we were ready to order.

“We didn’t get menus,” Liam said.

“Honey, the menu is up there,” she said, pointing to a lit-up wall menu.

“I’ll take the big man's breakfast with eggs over easy, sausage links, bacon and sourdough toast,” Liam said.

Colton and I said we wanted the same thing. I also ordered pancakes for the three of us.

“How much further?” I asked.

“We have about a hundred and thirty miles still to go,” Colton said.

“Okay, I need to piss,” I said, getting up.

I walked into the bathroom and faced the wall with the urinal. My brain was mush I was so tired. My eyes scanned the wall in front of me. There were a lot of names scribbled on the wall and the words was here by a lot of them. Someone wrote song lyrics and another a poem. It wasn’t half bad. To my left, my eyes widened.

If you love her, f*ck her like you hate her, and tell her that this p*ssy belongs to you, and then bite her where her neck and shoulder meet. B*tches melt for that sh*t

I snorted as I finished. Jesus, some people, but then again, he might be right. I washed my hands and walked out, seeing the food was already on the table.

The food was surprisingly good, or else I was just starving. Feeling energized, I told my brothers I’d drive while they rested.

The words on the wall kept flowing in my brain. F*ck her like you hate her. I’ve never heard of that before. I tried to imagine what that would look like. I couldn’t hate Nicole, and I’ve never f*cked anyone I’ve hated. Did he mean rough and hard? I could get down with that. I picture myself holding her down, my hand around her throat while I squeezed just enough to get her attention as I pounded into her with all I had, my balls slapping her a*s, her t*ts bouncing all over the place. My c*ck instantly hardened. F*ck, I could definitely get down with that. What would be even better was if my brothers held her legs wide while her hands were tied above her head, and then we each took turns ravishing her. The picture of all three of us c*mming inside of her and it dripping from her stuffed c*nt flitted like a motion picture through my head. I saw myself gathering it with my fingers and shoving every drop back into her and holding my hand there so it wouldn’t go to waste. I had a vision of her round with one of our babies. I wouldn’t care which one of us fathered a child with her.

“F*ck,” I mumbled.

“What’s the matter?” Colton asked.

“Visions in my head brother, the things I want to do to our girl are f*cking filthy.”

He chuckled. “I love those kinds of visions.”

Me too Brother, me f*cking too.