She flies with her own wings (18 page)

“Will!” I cry out. My pussy can’t take any more.

“I’m almost there, baby, just a little longer,” he pants and thrusts harder. I feel the strain and the sweat run down his body. I feel such a high, that I can turn him on and that my body can do this to him.

He presses his fingers against my clit and it’s so sensitive it almost hurts.

He thrusts deeply, once or twice more and explodes as he pours himself into me. We lie side by side, his arms around me as he kisses my shoulder.

When we’ve got our breath back, I ask, “Will?”

“Hmm…?”

“What happens when Matt’s back?”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s becoming too much. Tom fucked me several times today and you’ve both fucked me tonight. I really am finished and can’t move any more. When Matt comes back and you all want to fuck me, I won’t manage it.” I stroke his arms.

He kisses my neck. “Yes, you will, baby. You just have to get used to it, but you can manage. Don’t forget, you hadn’t had sex for a while before you met us.”

“Do you always tell each other everything?” I ask.

He laughs quietly. “Not everything, but things that are important, sure. Especially things that affect our relationship with you.”

“Will?”

“Yes?”

“Have you told them about…my rape?” I ask uncertainly.

“No. You’ll tell us when you’re ready.”

I kiss his arm. “Thanks.”

He strokes my hair. “I’d never abuse your trust, baby.”

“I know,” I whisper.

He pulls me to him, kisses me once more, murmurs, “Good night,” and I fall asleep in his arms with his cock still in me.

When I come into the kitchen the next morning, after showering and dressing, my breakfast is waiting for me on the table. Will is pouring himself a coffee, and I go up behind him and put my arms around him.

“I love that you guys make me breakfast.” I kiss him on his shoulder although it has to be through his suit.

He smiles. “We know you like your food.”

I bite him lightly on his shoulder. “Don’t push it.”

He turns around, puts his arms around me and kisses me. “That says the right one and don’t bite me. It will only end in tears.’

I bite him again softly, and in a flash, he has me over the table, rips off my panties, and is deep in me. I gasp loudly.

“God, Will!”

He fucks me hard and fast and pours himself into me. I get up and go to pull down my skirt when I feel a hand on my neck pushing me back on the table. Tom. He rams his cock into me and fucks me mercilessly over the table.

I feel him come in me. Why do these guys think they can fuck me without a condom whenever they want without asking me?

“Shit, it’s so hot without a rubber,” groans Tom, as he pulls out of me.

Will grins. “Awesome, right? Such a thin piece of rubber makes such a difference.”

Tom kisses me on my back. “I’m never fucking you with one again.”

I get up and smooth down my skirt and want to go into my room to put on a new pair of panties, but Will stops me.

“No panties, baby.”

“But…but…”

“I’m going to be hard all day if I think of you without them on,” Tom chides.

Fine. I sit down to eat my breakfast.

“Thea, tonight is our bi-weekly evening dinner with our families. I’ll send you the address later. I take it you won’t finish early tonight?” Will asks.

I’m stumped, surprised, and in a complete panic. “What?” is the only word I manage to get out.

“We meet our families for dinner every two weeks. They take turns hosting, except us as we don’t cook, but that can change now.”

“But why me?” My panic has turned me into a babbling idiot.

“For one, because it’s what we want and because my mother asked me to invite you.”

“Don’t sweat it, Thea. They’re going to love you,” says Tom.

“But…but…”

“We won’t mention our arrangement,” says Will.

“But your parents.” I’m pathetic.

“Sure, they think there’s something between us but we’re not openly affectionate.” He grins at me and shows me his watch. “You have to go, baby. I’ll send you the address and you can get there at eight.” He kisses me, Tom kisses me and then he pushes me toward the door.

“Drive safe, baby. I might fuck you in the room I had as a kid.” He slaps my behind, kisses me one more time and pushes me out the door.

I stand facing a closed door, shocked, and don’t know what to do. Their families? Oh my God. After what feels like hours, my legs finally remember how to move, and I stumble toward the elevator. I manage to find my way out of it, through the underground parking to my car. I sit in it with my hands gripping the wheel. What should I do? I can’t meet their families! I mean, how am I supposed to explain why both Tom and Will are so affectionate? And what will Will’s family think? God, what will Will’s mom think of me especially after she told me she thinks her son is in love with me? She practically sees me as her daughter-in-law, this will break her heart. My cell beeps, and I pick it up mechanically.

Are you panicking?

Will.

Yes.

I’m no longer sure I can drive to the office.

Stay put, I’m coming.

How does he know I’m just sitting in my car? Three seconds later the passenger door opens and Will gets in. It’s almost comical the way this big guy folds himself into my Mini.

He smiles at me, and it’s so full of warmth and affection that I swallow. “Everything is okay, baby.” He strokes my cheek.

“Nothing is okay,” I say, shaking my head.

“Don’t make it into something bigger than it really is. It’s just dinner.”

“But your families will be there, and I don’t even know who that’s going to be.” I try to regulate my breathing.

He takes my face in his hands and kisses me softly on the lips. “Okay look, you’ve already met my parents and then there’s my two brothers and my grandma. Tom has his parents and a sister. And Matt has his parents, a brother and a sister. My brothers are bringing their wives and Tom’s sister brings her boyfriend. But they’re not always there, sometimes it’s more, sometimes it’s less.”

“And which ones bring their roommates?” I ask as my panic begins to bubble up again at the thought of being scrutinized by 15 family members.

“No one.”

“So they’ll all assume I’ve got something going with one of you.”

“They might think you’ve got something going on with all three of us. They’ve at least manage to work out that we’ve all got a thing for you.”

“What? Oh God, this is a nightmare! How could you do this to me?” I am on the verge of a full-blown panic attack.

“Well, we told them about you when we saw them last Monday and I think everyone noticed how we’ve all fallen for your charms.” He kisses me softly.

“They think I’m a slut.” I feel tears beginning to well in my eyes.

“That’s bullshit, baby. They don’t think that. They’re not judgemental people. Well, apart from Tom’s mother. They’ll love you. I’ll probably be told I’m no longer welcome if I fuck things up between you and me.’ He smiles at me.

“I can’t. I just can’t,” I whisper.

He wipes away my tears. “I won’t leave your side, I promise. I won’t feed you to the sharks. If, at any point, it gets awkward I’ll divert all the attention to me.”

“What if they hate me?”

“Not going to happen. They’re already going to like you because we like you. And you needed less than five minutes to make Tom like you and less than 30 seconds to do the same with Matt and I. We just loved that little victory dance on the street.”

“That was you guys?” I ask, surprised, as I remember the laughter and running off before checking to see who it was.

He grins. “Oh yeah and when Tom told us you wanted to move in, we couldn’t wait for the day. We had actually agreed to give you a bit of time to get used to the place but you made us all so horny that Matt decided to just go for it. It was bad enough waiting for the right moment to come on to you.”

I smile at him. The story is kind of sweet, even if it’s completely chauvinistic.

His thumb strokes my cheek. “You are intelligent, you are funny, you are beautiful. They will love you.”

“And if they don’t?”

“It’s just not going to happen but even if it did, it doesn’t make any difference. I want you in my life, no matter what my family has to say on the matter.’ He kisses me, demands entry into my mouth. I open my lips and take his tongue in. He starts fucking my mouth hard and passionately, making me wet again.

He pulls me onto his lap, his kisses distracting me. His hand moves under my skirt and he says seriously, “No panties at dinner tonight either.”

I swallow nervously and nod.

He kisses me softly. “It’s sweet that you think you had a choice in the matter.”

He lifts me into my seat and leans over. “I’ll see you tonight, baby and don’t forget, I’m going to fuck you in my old room.” He kisses me quickly, gets out and waits until I’ve driven off.

I arrive for the second time in two weeks late at work. Shit. It’s not looking good for me. How am I going to convince the bosses that I’m the right one for this job when I’ve suddenly become unreliable?

I try to concentrate, but my thoughts always drift to the coming evening. Shit. What am I letting myself in for?

I call Sam on my lunch break.

“Hey,
Chica
!” she squeals into the receiver. She belongs to that group of people who think they have to scream into the phone to make themselves heard.

“Hey Sam, how’s tricks?”

“So how does Will fuck?” she asks. She doesn’t beat around the bush.

“So much has happened since Thursday, Sam. Will is unbelievable in bed. We just have to be careful we don’t kill each other. There’s serious danger, I’m telling you, other than that, he’s fantastic.”

“I am so jealous. You getting it from two guys.”

“Here’s the thing: it’s actually three.”

Silence. “You’re fucking Tom, too?” she asks incredulously.

“Yeah, kinda.” I chew on my lip.

“Hussy!” she screams. “Go girl! What’s Tom like?”

“He’s amazing, they’re all amazing.”

“I believe you, they already look amazing.” I hear her talking to someone else. “Shit, Thea, I have to run. Can we talk again tomorrow?”

“Sure,” I say, disappointed. I know, Sam’s job as a lawyer means she’s always putting out fires somewhere.

“Love you, sweetie!” she calls and she’s gone.

I decide to text Matt. I feel a little bit guilty, as I was kind of distracted by the other two. I wonder how I can make it up to him.

I unbutton my blouse, pull down the cups of my bra, and take a photo of my naked breasts. I cover myself up again and send him the photo with the message:

We miss you x

While I’m waiting for an answer, I’m called away to sort out a problem. I forget to take my phone with me and get buried in work.

At 2:06 pm, as I’m walking through the corridors, which connect the labs, I hear an almighty bang and screaming. Oh God, no! Not an explosion in the lab! I start running, and move towards the smoke, into people running in the opposite direction. I cough as I hit the fire alarm. I hope everyone got out. When I finally reach the lab, all hell has broken loose. The doors are hanging off their hinges at crooked angles. Everything is caked in soot and there’s a huge hole in the outer wall. I don’t want to think about what might have escaped into the air. I try to calm things down but they’re all in shock.

“Okay, listen up! Leave the building by the nearest exit immediately! The emergency services have been notified. Go!” I shout over the noise and it seems to work as some of them begin to move.

I pull a gas mask out of an emergency cabinet near the entrance and put it on. Sure, they’re pretty useless, but it’s better than nothing, and I’m amazed it hasn’t been damaged by the explosion. I wade through the debris, looking for colleagues who might be trapped.

“Hello?” I have to take the mask off to shout out.

There are no signs of any people, and I’m about to breathe a sigh of relief when I hear groaning coming from one corner of the room. I make my way over as quickly as I can, ducking to avoid the smoke.

One of the laboratory assistants is lying on the floor, her leg at an unusual angle. I kneel next to her and hold her hand. She’s crying.

“It’s going to be okay. I’m going to put a mask on you. You need to breathe slowly in and out. Then I want you to put your arm around my shoulder and we’re getting out of here, understood?”

She nods.

I pull her up. She leans against me, and we stagger slowly out of the ruins of the lab. We pass the fire service in their protective gear and someone takes her off me. We’re ushered to the exit, and medics come to meet us. I brush them off and look into the faces of my colleagues.

“Did everyone make it out of the lab?” I shout. All eyes are on me. “Is anyone missing?”

Heads shake. They all look around at each other but no one says anything. Perhaps we were lucky despite the circumstances. Now we have to find out if anything’s escaped into the atmosphere. It would be a full-blown catastrophe if the city’s population were also in danger.

I move among the small clusters of people, trying to find out what happened, listening sympathetically, subduing panic, talking to the crisis team, the fire and protection services. I seem to be the only one functioning with a clear head. Mr. Arnold is standing there, repeatedly moaning what a disaster this is, and Mr. Reinders has been treated in an ambulance, nothing serious. The CEO is sitting in a corner, looking befuddled.

I don’t have time to worry about hierarchy and chain of command. Decisions have to be made now. I look around, but don’t see anyone who can help. I need to get through.

Anyone I can’t use or those uninjured I send home. I gather the security service around me, brief them, and wait for results of readings taken to check if anything toxic has escaped into the atmosphere. At 9:16 we get the all-clear and I breathe a huge sigh of relief. The fire service and our team have sealed the lab and the toxic chemicals have been transported to labs in unaffected areas.

I send everyone home and instruct the security guard to keep a special eye on the lab, because we basically have a huge hole in the wall and someone might try to get inside the building.