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Blake
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I TREAD THROUGH THE dark living room carefully, I don’t want to make any noise and wake Magnolia. It looks like I’m the first one home tonight and a grin spreads on my lips at the thought that I’ll just get out of my police uniform and quietly sneak into bed with her.
I’m exhausted after a twelve-hour shift but there’s no better sleep on this earth than with the woman I love in my arms.
Truth be told, I’ve been on cloud nine for days. Because I won. The rock, paper, scissors in the parking lot of the jewelry store, I mean. So we’ll propose to Magnolia at the sky bar where I took her for our first date and I’m gonna be the one who gets to put the ring on her finger.
My heart beats faster in excitement and there’s definitely a little anxiety that she might feel that this is too fast. I know that we’ve only been together for six months, but when you know, you know.
I, for myself, have known since the first time I met her, when I braked into a puddle and soaked her paperback and her cronut. Since that morning, I’ve had the feeling that this was meant to be. And the feelings for my beautiful, sexy, klutzy nurse grow stronger and deeper every single day.
I’m pleasantly surprised to find Magnolia already in my bed but I’m not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, so I sneak between the sheets and surround her with my arms inhaling her subtle floral scent and smiling fondly when she begins snoring softly.
I feel myself getting hard but I shift my hips a little further so as not to wake her. We all work shifts and sleep is precious for each of us. My urges can definitely wait until later.
I sleep soundly, holding Magnolia in my arms until I hear her stir a few hours later. Her soft lips drag on my neck and fuck if morning wood is an inadequate definition for my situation right now. I’m so hard that I’m surprised there’s any blood left anywhere else in my body.
“Morning Trouble,” I growl thrusting my hips at her, delighted to hear her moan in response.
“Blake, do you know how much I love how hard you get in the morning?” she says wrapping her hand around my hard shaft and squeezing making me buck my hips into her touch.
I cup one of her tits and take a guess. “Hopefully as much as I love your tight, wet pussy around it.”
There’s no need for anymore words. I’m the happiest man in the world when I get to tease Magnolia by kissing her all over and making her come several times before I even attempt to fuck her but in the morning, I know she’s always impatient to feel me inside of her. So I don’t waste any time and I don’t make her ask, I just push myself into the warmest, softest place I’ve ever been.
I steel myself and flip us around so that she’s on top of me. “I need you to be in charge right now, Trouble, or I’ll let you down. You feel way too perfect this morning for your own good and if I even breathe wrong, this will be over.”
She giggles and that makes her inner walls squeeze me rhythmically, so I grab her hips to steady her. “Fuck, I— I don’t think this’ll last very long. You feel too fucking good.”
She grinds against me and I see stars at the electric zap that from the base of my spine makes my balls tighten and tingle, and my cock throb. I’m ready to go off like a Fourth of July firework and I grit my teeth. “Definitely too good. Roadkill, roadkill.” I chant to myself like a mantra.
That makes Magnolia stop grinding as she looks at me a little disconcerted. “Now, I know I can be as quirky as they come and I talk a little strange for y’all Yankees but ... did you just call me “roadkill”?”
My eyes widen, I didn’t mean to say that out loud. Now I know I have to explain. “No. I uh, sorry. It’s a trick I use not to come too soon. I think about the most unpleasant thing to me and that’s roadkill. I seriously feel so upset and disgusted when I see it and sad too. So that distracts me from how fucking amazing the situation feels down south.”
Magnolia’s green eyes sparkle with a touch of mischief. “You’re cray, Blakey.”
She giggles again and I grit my teeth at the sweet torture she’s unleashing with each spasm of her tight pussy. “I’m not the only one who uses this trick. Max and Porter do too. It’s something we worked out in high school when we first started being sexually active. We didn’t want to be known among the cheerleaders as two-pump chumps, so we came up with this system. It was actually Hiroshi’s idea.”
Thank God Magnolia stops giggling, giving me a moment to catch my breath and to slow down the freight train of my orgasm, making it retreat just a little. “Blake Hunk!” She gasps outraged. “Are you telling me that every time we make love, you, Max and Porter think about roadkill?”
I shake my head. “Nope. Roadkill is my boner killer. Max thinks about vomit and Porter thinks about his mother. Hiroshi thinks about the sharp blades used to slice sashimi.”
Magnolia laughs. Not a giggle this time, a full belly laugh that shakes me and squeezes me so much that even a hundred dead squirrels by the side of the road wouldn’t be able to delay the inevitable. I know I’m gonna come, and I know it’s gonna be fast and intense, so I tighten my grip on her hips and pound into her from underneath, thrusting hard and fast, grinding every time she’s fully impaled on me.
She grows wetter and slicker with every thrust, her tits bouncing sexily. “I’m sorry, Trouble.” I grind surging into her with all I’ve got. “You feel too fucking good, I promise that I’ll make it up to you.”
The next thrust feels so perfect that I know it’s the last one and then something unexpected happens. Magnolia lets out a little scream, her face contorted in the throes of ecstasy as she follows me over the edge, moving in synch with every jerk and pulse of my cock as I spill into her with a roar.
We don’t move for a long time, spent, slightly sweaty but definitely happy and satisfied.
“Has anyone ever told you that you’re perfect?” I murmur into her hair as I enjoy the sweet weight of her head on my chest and skim a lazy caress up and down her delicate spine. A thin sheen of sweat covers us both but right now I don’t want to move, there’s no other place I’d rather be than still inside her as we come down from our high.
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Magnolia
BLAKE KISSES ME SOFTLY and I bask in the perfect feeling of his arms around me. “I’m starving.” He suddenly informs me. “How about we shower, so I can make you come a couple more times and then I take you out to breakfast?”
I love his boyish smirk and the light in his sexy blue eyes. Blake’s always ready for a little mischief, he makes me laugh and is the most playful out of my three men.
“I love the way you think.” I purr, swinging my legs out of bed and moving toward the bathroom but he stops me by grabbing my arm.
“Why don’t we go in your bathroom? Your shower’s bigger. More room to lift you against the wall and—”
“We can’t,” I say, remembering all of a sudden why I decided to sleep in Blake’s room last night. “There’s a huge spider in my bed. I can’t even go into my room until you guys have found it and let it back out into the wild.”
I suddenly shiver at the thought that the “monster” might have gone somewhere else and I hope that isn’t the case, or I’ll have the constant feeling of something crawling all over me at night. Not that I don’t have other options on where to sleep, but I love how the guys gave me my own room. Not just because it’s great to have my private space but also because men are oddly territorial and they feel a lot more at ease when more than one of them shares my bed if we’re in my room.
“Don’t worry, Trouble, I’ll slay any dragon or any other creature that scares you.” Blake wraps his arm around my shoulders and we walk into my room.
“Please don’t hurt it.” I plead. “Just catch it and set it free outside.”
“Anything for the love of my life.” The way Blake is looking at me, would make me want to jump him again but there’s no way I can even step fully into the room at the idea of that spider.
I shiver when Blake moves the covers to the side and sure enough, there it is. The big, black spider is near the bottom of my pillow.
Blake whistles in surprise. “Holy shit. I’ve seen bigger but I don’t blame you for not wanting to sleep here. I wouldn’t particularly want to mess with this son of a bitch if I were you.”
And then, with the softness and compassion that never fails to surprise me in a big, strong man like Blake, my boyfriend cups his hand near the creepy crawly. “Come on buddy. Time to get back outside to your regular dwellings. I’m afraid that if you want to stay in the house, you’re large enough that we’ll have to charge you rent.”
Once the spider is on his palm, Blake covers it with his other hand and motions toward me.
“Son of a bee-sting! What are you doing?” I squeal terrified, backing off with each step Blake takes toward me.
“I’ll need to get out of that door if you want me to set that spider free.” I run fast down the stairs to put as much distance as possible between me and the monster.
I follow Blake’s every move with trepidation and only relax once he kneels in the middle of the spacious backyard and lets the creature walk back into its designated habitat.
Blake walks back inside still in just the boxer briefs he slid on when I explained about the spider and his eyes travel up and down my body in one of his t-shirts. His top lip quirks up in a playful, if a bit perplexed smile. “Ok, all done. But can I ask you something?”
I nod and he continues, “Do you have any idea why that spider smelled so good?”
I explain what happened and by the end of my story, Blake is chuckling. “Well, I’m glad your room is monster free again. I knew you didn’t like spiders, Trouble, but I had no idea you were that terrified of them.”
“I really can’t help it, Blake. I can’t go closer than eight feet to a spider. I get a physical reaction, goosebumps all over and my heart roars in my ears. I tried to get over my fear but nothing worked. I even tried with hypnosis once and it didn’t work, I’m still scared.”
My boyfriend shrugs. “Don’t worry, Mags. As long as I or one of the guys are around, we’ll protect you from anything scary. Including a spider. But hypnosis? Hmm, I wish it’d worked,” he says with a smirk. “I would’ve gotten you conditioned to always wear my t-shirts and nothing else around the house. You’ve no idea how sexy you look right now.”
His heated gaze makes redness spread on my cheeks and I flirt a little, loving how pretty he makes me feel every time he looks at me. “You only have to ask, Blake. I love your scent and your t-shirts are so comfortable.” As I say that, my stomach growls loudly.
“Come on now,” he says smacking my butt cheek with an amused smirk. “Get that sexy ass in the shower, so I can take you out to breakfast.”