I closed my eyes and let myself enjoy every slide of skin on skin. The wet sounds, the moans and groans and grunts, as they worked themselves in and out of my body. For the first time in my life, I felt whole, complete. I trusted these men with my body and my heart. And they trusted me. Loved me.
This was better than winning any lottery on earth. Instead, I won comfort, safety, love and bliss. The last, coming harder than the first time, as a second orgasm engulfed me.
My pussy clenched around Forrest's cock, driving him to an orgasm of his own. He was followed quickly by Leif, thrusting faster, hands gripping my hips. Fingers digging, hurting a little, but just right.
They sagged while Woody was still going, keeping a consistent rhythm as he fucked my mouth.
His eyes were half-closed, teeth clenched, holding himself hard until he eventually came, squirting, warm, salty, cum into my mouth, coating my tongue.
He opened his eyes and locked them on me while he slid himself out.
Smiling at him, I swallowed deeply, every last drop, before licking my lips. "Delicious."
"You're delicious." Forrest pulled my face down to his, kissing me, the taste of my release still on his mouth. "Good girl."
"I think I can safely say we're all delicious." Leif carefully eased out of me and flopped down next to me. "But I prefer to be called good boy."
"Some of us more delicious than others," Woody said. "And he'd call you good if you were."
"Fair point." Leif chuckled.
"We're all equally delicious," I said. Forrest still inside me, I lay down on his chest, my hair spreading out to the sides. I turned my head and listened to his heart beating, gradually slowing after his exertion.
If I could capture this moment and bottle it, I'd keep it forever. Just me and my beautiful men, squeaky bed and all. This was the perfect bubble.
Right before the world went to hell.
CHAPTER 11
SABLE
The sun had just passed the middle of the sky when a dark sedan pulled up outside the front of the house. I half-expected it to turn around and drive away, but instead the engine switched off.
I ducked away from the window.
"What is it?" Leif asked, looking up from his laptop. He sat at the rustic kitchen table, catching up with some work while I finished making sandwiches for lunch. I had them all sliced into triangles and placed on a floral ceramic plate that didn't look like Forrest's style. Maybe it came with the house.
"There's a car outside." Keeping low, I pointed toward the window.
"Shit." He closed the laptop and rose to his feet, peering out carefully. Ready to duck down if anyone shot through the glass. "This can't be good."
"What is it? Who is it?" My stomach went from hungry, to wanting to lose its contents in a snap.
Leif took my arm and drew me deeper into the room. "I don't know." He checked his side, making sure his gun was still there. The fact he was carrying one around in this quaint little cottage was disturbing as fuck.
"Should we shoot first and ask questions later?" I asked.
By 'we,' I meant him, since he was the one with the gun. All I was armed with was a butter knife. I supposed I could throw it and hit someone in the head, that might distract them long enough for him to put a bullet in them.
"We should…" he started to say, when Forrest strode down the corridor, his shoes thudding on the hardwood.
He unlocked the door and opened it. "Took you long enough." He sounded gruff rather than reprimanding, as if he knew the people standing outside the door.
Leif and I exchange confused glances.
"We had other things to deal with in the city," a voice said from just outside the front door.
"No fucking way." Leif whispered.
