“We should ask Dad.”
It was years later. Years of playing and doing nearly everything, except the actual purpose of the act. We lay in bed, my breasts sticky from Ames’s release. My tongue, salty from Eliah’s. My knees were pulled wide over both their hips, spreading me open to the hands they alternated after every orgasm.
One. Then the other.
Over and over.
“Ask Dad what?” Eliah asked his brother.
Ames shrugged a broad, naked shoulder. “He’d know how and he’d make sure not to hurt her.”
I realized with surprise they were discussing the possibility of Uncle Marcus taking my virginity.
“I’m not asking your father,” I cried, shocked that he would even suggest such a thing.
“It could just be the one time,” he argued. “Or more if you like it. He would. You know he would.”
My face flamed with embarrassment. Ames had been relentless in his teasing since the evening he caught his fatherbrushing a lock of hair off my cheek. His fingers had lingered. Had skimmed lightly along my jaw. The pad of his thumb had traced my bottom lip. All so soft. So hesitant, but desperate. And the raw need in his eyes had nearly capsized my mental stability.
“Maybe he has a point,” Eliah murmured. “It’s been a while and we’re clearly not doing something right.”
“You’re doing everything right,” I protested.
He kissed me lightly. “I mean in this area. Every time we try, we hurt you. Maybe Dad could … help. He’d be gentle with you and we’ll be there the whole time.”
In a different world, such a conversation would have horrified a normal person, but as someone accustomed to an unusual situation, the thought of being shared between them and Uncle Marcus had been a secret fantasy I was too shy to confess.
“What if he says no?”
Both men barked a laugh.
“Maybe you haven’t seen the way he looks at you,” Eliah teased.
I had seen it and every part of me tingled with pleasure when I’d catch him.
“That man would cut his own leg off for a chance just to kiss you,” Ames mumbled not unkindly. “I wouldn’t have suggested it a few years ago, but he’s … I trust him.”
Big praise from a man who wouldn’t give his father the time of day when Uncle Marcus first returned. Ames had been so certain he’d pack up and leave again. But the two had finally found their footing for which I was thrilled, except…
Three men?
How would that even logically work? What would happen after? Would he do the deed, roll off and leave? Would hestay? Would he show the boys other things to do? Different techniques?
Or would he refuse? Would he realize what a bad idea that would be and … I would never be able to look him in the face again.
“Don’t overthink it.” Ames kissed me lightly. “There isn’t a rush. We can keep going the way we are. Eventually, we’ll figure it out on our own.”
I promised I would think about it.
I just never realized how little time we would have left.
Chapter Five
Marcus
IknowwhatIam.
I own my flaws with the same weaponized precision as my strengths.
