What, Indeed
I smile to myself, stirring the pot of spaghetti I have on the stove while I sway to the music that’s playing in my head.
I should be paying attention to the lecture playing off of my laptop, but I couldn’t care less about all of that at the moment. The kitchen is warm, the windows open to the sun outside and I’m barefoot, wearing a short summer dress.
I lean over the pot and inhale the scent of simmering tomatoes and garlic. It smells so good, and I am starving.
The music leaves my head and I start humming, still half–listening to my online class, the professor’s voice blending into the background of my little bubble of happiness.
The days have been good and even better than I ever imagined. Being with them, really being with them, feels like the most natural thing in the world. I’ve found a rhythm with each of them, finding time to be alone and yet also enjoying my time with the four of us together.
I surprise myself every day. I’ve been able to keep up. I crave them just as much as they crave me. It’s intoxicating, consuming, and yet it feels so right. They feel like a part of me now, and I can’t get enough.
They try not to act surprised when I’m the one to initiate, even after already fucking for a few hours. I hope I never grow tired of this.
The sound of footsteps makes me glance up, just as Zaid walks into the kitchen. His dark hair is a mess, his skin still flushed from sleep, and he’s shirtless, his sweatpants hanging low on his hips.
My heart does a little flip at the sight of him. “Did you just wake up?”
He frowns, shaking his head. “No, I mean, yeah, but I took a nap. I was up way earlier.”
I smile, not believing him because I’ve been up since five. “Really?”
His eyes hood over as he makes his way toward me, gripping my chin to make me look at him. “Yes, your moans woke me up.”
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My cheeks flush, the soreness between my legs flaring to life. Aiden had woken me up with kisses on my neck and then sunk into me, slowly and quietly thrusting into me before leaving for school.
“Sorry,” I whisper. “I didn’t realize we had woken you up.”
“It doesn’t bother me,” he murmurs, his voice thick with sleep as he steps behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist.
I lean into his warmth, careful to keep some distance from the stove. He smiles against my neck, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to my skin.
I sigh into him, stirring the pasta.
He glances at the pot. “Enough in there for me?”
I nod. “Yeah, I made a lot.”
Zaid hums in approval, but just as he steps away to grab some water, Jake walks in, his eyes glued to his phone, tapping furiously. His brow is furrowed, and I hear him mutter under his breath, something about how much he needs to retire.
I chuckle. “Retire?”
He nods, sending one last message before tossing his phone on the island. “Yeah.”
I stop stirring and turn to him with my arms over my chest and a raised eyebrow. “You’re in your forties.”
He smirks. “I have no need to make any more money, so why the stress?”
Before I can respond, he strides over, cups my face, and kisses me, deep, slow, intense. His hands grip my waist, pulling me flush against him, and I melt into it, my body reacting instinctively.
I moan, letting him run his hands down and under my dress, gripping my ass to pull me in closer to him. He’s hard beneath his pants and my insides twist. Oh god, I can’t get enough.
A throat clears behind us, making me laugh against Jake’s lips before pulling away.
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I turn my attention back to the stove, draining the pasta just as my phone dings on the counter. Wiping my hands on a dish towel, I pick it up and smile at the message from
Nikki.
N: We’re partying this weekend for my birthday. Be there.
She sends me the location of a college club that allows 18–year–olds.
A: Yay, wouldn’t miss it!
Just as I set my phone down, Zaid steps behind me again, peering over my shoulder. “What’s that?”
“Nikki’s birthday. Girls‘ night,” I say casually.
His expression shifts just slightly, not a frown, but something close to it. He doesn’t say
anything, but I can tell he’s not entirely thrilled about the idea. I choose to ignore it, focusing instead on finishing lunch.
Jake stands at my other side. “Girls‘ night?”
Zaid sighs. “At a club.”
Jake hums and I can tell he’s also not too fond of the idea. “You’re going to be drinking?”
I smirk, turning to face them both and pop my hip to the side. “Yes, is that a problem?”
He shakes his head. “No, I just want you to be careful.”
I cup his face, pressing a kiss to his jaw. “We’ll be careful.”
Zaid’s phone goes off and he groans. “I have to go take a test. Wish me luck.”
He kisses me quick and turns to make his way upstairs. The moment I turn to face Jake, he’s already looking at me like he knows exactly what’s he’s going to do to me.
It’s not long before he has me sitting on the counter with my knees in his hands, spreading me wide open as he fucks me.
I moan into his mouth, loving his breath on mine, loving every little noise he makes as his muscles strain. “Oh, my god Jake.”
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“Let me see those tits.”
I drop my hands from his neck, tugging at the straps of my dress and letting them fall down my arms, letting my dress bunch up at my waist.
“Fuck, you’re perfect.”
I drop my hand to my clit, circling it, pulling on it, pushing on it. My legs tremble. “You’re perfect.”
He smiles. “Am I?”
I nod. “Yes, you and your perfect cock.”
He moans, his thrust quickening. “It was really fucking hard to not jerk off to the sound of your moaning this morning.”
I gasp, my hands tilling. “Oh, you heard me, too?”
He nods, the veins in his neck popping. “You’re not very quiet, you know.”
I throw my head back against the cabinets when I start circling my clit again. “Jake, I’m going to come.”
“Fuuuuckkkkkkk.”
We come together, my eyes on his as he bites down on my lip.
Everything is so perfect, fitting together like a jigsaw puzzle. I was in heaving, bliss surrounding me. Finally, I let myself ask the question I’ve refused to even think.
What could possibly go wrong?
