Uncut (Unexpected Book 4) (48 page)

“You knew?” I lift her and twirl her around. “You’re the best sister ever.”

“I still have my doubts about him, Mattie, so be careful.”

“T
hank you.” I take a seat next to Mr. Bradley. The tall scary man ate half of the Tofurkey that no one touched, my tart, and is now enjoying the pie. “You didn’t have to.”

He gives me a vague smile and continues eating the pie while sipping his coffee. “They were good.” He looks me in the eyes as if studying them, obsessed by where he has seen them before.

Maybe he knows my mother. He’s been working for Christian since he was part of Dreadful Souls. My stomach is now tied in knots because I fear they might find out before I’m ready to tell them.

“How is Jessica?” He places his empty plate on the coffee table and smiles at me, as if waiting to hear from an old friend.

The entire room begins to spin, and it feels as though my blood drops all the way to my feet, which are now heavy. I can’t run away.

“I thought so. Never seen a set of eyes that color before her, and never saw any after,” he says, sipping his coffee, yet not heading to the next room announcing that I’m my parents’ daughter. “So, how is she?”

“I don’t know, sir. My parents and I became estranged when I was seventeen,” I respond the best way I can before losing my composure. “We talk from time to time, but I’m not sure how she’s doing.”

He nods, scratches his head, and gives me another glance. “I didn’t know they have a daughter; only knew about their boy, Evan.”

I shrug, lifting my hands, not wanting to continue this conversation, but knowing I have to find a way to ask for his discretion. At least until I can find the courage to tell them. Maybe they’ll take it the same way this man is, or maybe this man is finding out first and then blowing the whistle. Whistle? You’re losing it, Thea.

“I’m nine years younger than him.” I look at my arm where there’s a small butterfly with an E on the wing. “He died long ago. Mom lost it, she lost herself.” My eyes find his steel, hard eyes. But they’re now soft, like a cloud during the night passing by to say hello to the stars. Nothing threatening. “Being related to them isn’t easy. I don’t say it aloud and—”

“They’ll understand—the Deckers. But your secret is safe with me, Thea.” His promise gives me some time to come to terms with the dilemma. I nod slightly and give him a kiss on the cheek, spin around, and leave. “Hey, kid,” he calls back. I look over my shoulder and he shows me his plate. “Another piece of pie should settle the big news, don’t you think?”

I nod, grabbing his dishes, and going to the kitchen. If the scary man didn’t make a big deal out of it, maybe I can talk to them. After the holidays. Yes, that’s perfect. I’ll do it next year.

“What was that about?” Tristan approaches me, as I leave the small library.

“He ate what I made, unlike other people that I know,” I complain, trying to move my melancholic mood to another area of the house where no one can find it.

“Tofurkey isn’t even a real word, you know. I can’t eat cheese but I did eat a slice of that pumpkin pie.” He pats his stomach a couple times, and I don’t correct him that tofu isn’t cheese. “I’m a meat and potato man. Easy to please.”

Matt approaches us, hugging us with each arm and whispering, “Time to go home. I’m thinking bed, no clothing, and lots of loving involved. Who’s with me?”

As we arrive home, Matt cups my face with both hands and stares deeply at me. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?”

I clear my throat, trying to find my voice. I don’t doubt my decision to take this next step, but I’m nervous as all hell. Making love with the two men I love is part of this relationship, I know, but I’ve never done it, nor have I ever seen lovemaking take place in this unconventional way for that matter. The idea makes me weak in the knees. There’s a surge of electricity running through my veins. But, what if . . . I’ve no idea what to expect, or what to offer to make it good for them too.

“If you have doubts, we can wait,” Tristan assures me, moving up against my back, wrapping us both with his arms. He nibbles behind my neck, and pressing his mouth on my ear he whispers, “We have an eternity to try this, Butterfly.”

Pressed between the two, I feel safe, loved, and in my gut I know this is right. “No, there’re no doubts,” I confirm, looking at Matt who gives me that mischievous gaze I love. He grabs on to my hips, leans forward, his breath feathering my lips for a few beats making them needy for his, and as I open them, he presses his mouth against mine. As his tongue thrusts inside mine, Tristan’s hands slide down my belly. My breasts swell and ache at their touch, and my pussy clenches with need. Matt’s mouth muffles the throaty moan that escapes me.

There’s a buzz that stops everything. Tristan’s hands loosen.

“Fuck, I forgot,” he says. “My assistant and I have to make sure that tonight runs smoothly at my businesses.” He shrugs apologetically. “We open at midnight—
Black Friday.
Let me call him and I’ll catch up with you.” He nibbles my ear. “I love you, Butterfly, and I can’t wait to fly away with you.”

Matt runs his lips over my chest, stopping right at the cleavage of my dress before straightening and giving Tristan a cocky grin. “Your loss is my gain, Coop. We’ll be in my room. I’ll prep her for us.” My legs wobble as my mind wonders what the prep will involve. “Don’t be long or we’ll take off without you.”

“Lucky her.” Tristan winks at me and kisses Matt briefly before he heads to the office.

“Come on, Butterfly. Let’s go in the room and have some fun while our guy goes to work.”

Matt and I climb the stairs, and with every step my nerve ends prickle my skin making it buzz.

As we step inside the room, Matt unbuttons his shirt. I watch as he unwraps his ripped pecs and chiseled abs, leaving the black slacks that hang on his hips as he takes off the belt. Taking a few steps forward, he nuzzles my neck. “Ready for me to unwrap you?” I respond with a nod. His biceps flex, as he holds on to the fabric of my dress. “Allow me,” he murmurs, tugging up the dress inch by inch. His breath hitches as he pulls it up over my waist and uncovers my breasts, wrapped with the black lacy bra—part of the lingerie he gifted me with yesterday. Lifting my arms, he draws it over my head and tosses it to the side.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous from head to toe.” He glides a finger from the edge of the lacy bra, stopping at the matching set of panties, making my skin sizzle with his touch.

Matt slides a hand beneath my hair to the back of my neck, bending his head and taking my mouth. It’s a hot scorching delicious kiss. Sinfully delicious. My hands come to rest on his hard chest. I run them up and down, feeling his muscles ripple under my fingertips. As the kiss continues, and his hands roam over my back, he then lifts me and moves us toward the bed. The kiss stops as he pops the clasp of the bra, releasing my tits.

“So beautiful, Butterfly,” he whispers, bending his head and taking a nipple in his mouth. My back arches as he slips a finger into my panties, sliding them down over my legs. “I’ll never get tired of looking at you. Touching you. You’re like a handcrafted instrument, well-tuned and waiting to be caressed to produce the right notes.”

His lips touch my body, working their way down along with his hands to my belly and then my hips. “Remember what we did last night, while my mouth fucked your pussy?”

“Mmm.” My sex clenches.

Matt moves to the nightstand, grabs the lube, squeezes some on his fingers, and places his thumb on my back hole. My breath quickens, waiting for him. Just by touching all those nerve endings, I am a mass of need. “Relax, baby, we’ve done this before. Don’t fight it.” He slides his digit, and tonight there’s no resistance. Slowly, he removes it almost all the way out before pushing it back in. He continues, softening the tight ring, adjusting my body to the intrusion. Meanwhile his other hand reaches down to my drenched pussy where one of his fingers begins swirling around my clit.

“Can you take more, baby?” I groan, nodding at him, as I grind against his fingers searching for release. “Patience. This is a big night for the three, so we don’t want to rush through it.” That’s when he inserts a second finger. A sob of pleasure leaks through my lips when he begins to fuck me with both hands. Thrusting, pumping, while at the same time his mouth joins. Licking me and sucking me like a starving man.

“God, more,” I beg, closing my eyes tight.

“That’s beautiful.” My eyes shoot open at the sound of Tristan’s voice, and Matt’s hands move away. “No, no. Don’t stop because I’m here.” He takes off his shirt, showing his well-sculpted lean muscles. “But if you invite me to, I’d be happy to join you.”

The bed lowers with Tristan’s weight, as he leans down pressing a kiss against the top curve of my breast. “You’re so fucking beautiful that I wish I could keep you here, naked for more than a day.”

“That’s an idea.” Matt smirks. “Those perky tits are lonely, Coop. Seeing you suck them is going to make me hard, babe.” Small spasms tighten around Matt’s fingers as he says those words. I’m about to come as I have these two men pleasuring me at the same time.

“Ready for another one, Butterfly?” He doesn’t wait for a response, but instead adds a third finger in my backside. The sting only lasts for a few beats before it’s replaced by blissful pleasure. He licks my clit faster, rougher, before nipping it. Coop’s hands and tongue help him build the momentum, and the pressure building inside me grows faster, higher, until a loud cry resonates through the room.

“I think she’s ready,” Matt announces, kissing the butterfly on my right hip. “You’re the top, Coop. Your cock will slide in easier with her on top of me.”

Matt rolls a condom down his cock, before he lies down. “Thea, you ride me, and Coop, work her one more time, before you top her.”

Coop doesn’t waste any time. He works on my back hole one more time while I lower myself onto Matt’s long, thick shaft. His cock fills all of me and I’m uncertain that I can fit Coop in after all. But his fingers stretch me with each swirl and pumping movement. Wanting more, I push myself. I need them deeper inside me.

“Now she’s ready.” Coop kisses my lower back. “Sure you want this, Butterfly?”

“Please.” It becomes the first word I can put together since we’ve been making love.