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Author’s Notes

Yes, that was a lot of information to dump. Will there be a test later? Yes.

Of course, because what’s the point of information dumping if that crap doesn’t come up later?

But read carefully what happens around the information and what they are asking her.

After learning what you did, would you still trust the brothers? What do you think Tori should do? What would you do?

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Chapter 19: Do You?

Duncan flinched and took her water, drinking the whole bottle this time before crushing the cheap plastic. “We didn’t.”

“But you said you included her on your tag team stuff.”

“She was always trying to throw herself at Kevin or me. Sneaking into our rooms when we’d go on vacations or stay the night. You’ve seen how she’d come in with her short shorts or high skirts and constantly bending over in front of us.”

“I honestly never noticed,” Tori admitted.

“Well, that’s when Kevin and I got the initial idea to tag team seriously – we wanted to settle down with someone. We were going to see if she would do both of us. We’d either get her to commit or put her as another notch and keep looking.”

Tori shifted at this word choice because it was as if they jumped from Malea to her, and now she was the one all caught up in her sex with them and Shawn.

Duncan continued, “There was some teasing and touching and kissing, but then it honestly didn’t feel right, and Kevin spiked her drink with some of my mom’s sleeping medicine. She always thought we did it to her, but she passed out and woke up naked in her bed. I shipped out the next day, and Kevin avoided her like the plague, but Kevin and I liked doing that – not the drugging part, but going in with someone, but we were always missing the emotional connection. When I came home occasionally, we found other women to tag team with. None of them was as gratifying as you.”

She blushed and stretched, realizing it was later than she thought. “You say that to all the girls.” Looking at the clock in her kitchen, she realized it was nearly six o’clock, and she couldn’t believe she had slept the whole day away.

“Trust me, I don’t.” Duncan bounded to his feet to get her three waters from the refrigerator. He put two on the counter and one water bottle, which he brought over to her, opening it up before setting it in front of her.

“How did you all feel about reading the details of the journal?” she inquired, tucking both feet on the chair and holding her knees to her chest. “I was stunned by the secrets and all the revelations my father told me really took me out.”

He touched her left hand and fondly moved his finger over her ring finger. “I thought it was rather sick of him to write those journals just for you. Kevin barely got through the fifth book and wanted to tear it apart, and Shawn, I think he threw four through six across the room several times, but in the end, we realized it was all fucked up – For you and for us.”

“And Malea,” she tried to include. “Perhaps these books could correct her memory of things, and then you guys could also correct her memory of what you did to her without her pressing charges against you.”

Duncan crooked his head a bit but chuckled and shook his head. “We’ve never corrected Malea’s memory of that because it’s never been a problem. We did her a favor, and from reading the journals, she should be thanking us. Plus, she’s married, so why would we care?”

Tori insisted, “But you should once she knows about your real parentage.”

“Well, that’s why I’m here with you,” he said, kneeling by her chair. “I felt I was the only one who could sensibly explain this.”

“What needs to be explained?” she asked after taking her hand from him, bracing herself for the worst.

“We don’t want Malea to get those journals yet. I know she’s your sister, and we wouldn’t want you to keep things from her.”

“But she needs to know.”

“I said yet. Yes, she should know, but I think it wouldn’t be a good time. Malea is going through some things, and this could send her over the edge.”

“So you know she was still sleeping with Norman?”

He looked genuinely shocked and disgusted, “No, I didn’t know that.”

“So what things are you talking about?”

“Let’s just agree, we can wait a couple of weeks.”

“We being me, you, Shawn, and Kevin?”

He nodded. “That we. Your sister invited us to the barbecue. Perhaps after that.”

Why did being part of their ‘we’ mean something to her? Because for so long it had just been her and her father. Perhaps that’s why she clung to her Keir for so long, because she knew there was no one else. Her mother would purposely make Keir comfort Tori since she could remember, and she had never been close to Malea, but that wasn’t what Kimmie wanted. “I’ll wait,” Tori promised. “But right after the barbecue, no later. We give her the journals.”

“I’ll bring them myself,” he promised. “But I did want to go through them because I’m curious about where they could have buried the body. By then, we will all need to agree on revealing the information to the police.”

“I thought you would be able to figure that out, and I felt you all should conclude to let your mother’s secret be known.”

“So you don’t mind us revealing what Keir could have done to Amos?”

Without hesitation, she shook her head. “I think it needs to come to light. I don’t know if it will offer closure to anyone who knew him.”

“He had no other family if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“No, it wasn’t,” she answered. “I just thought if Amos had someone-“

“No one liked him. He was a cruel narcissist.”

“Well, I guess that runs in his family,” she contended sadly.

“You aren’t lonely, Tori, and you aren’t very cruel anymore, or at least that’s what I see.” Sliding to his knees in front of her, he straightened her legs and pushed the robe off her legs while rubbing her thighs.

“Were you really the right brother for convincing me about Malea and everything, or did you just want to talk to me?”

Again, he cocked his head to the side, and this time, his eyes twinkled. “I did want to talk with you,” he admitted. “I find myself wanting to talk with you all the time, and not because you’re just Amos’ daughter. I enjoy how you’re not intimidated by me. And you lean into me instead of away like most women do.”

“I’ve always thought you were creepy and quiet, but for some reason I am drawn to all of you,” she admitted. “Perhaps it’s because you’ve opened my highly sexual nature a little bit too much.”

“I may not say much, but by now you’ve realized I observe everything. You’re too much for all of us, Tori. You weren’t supposed to be so perfect for us. It’s like you cater to us all, not just me, not just Kevin, or Shawn, but it’s like there are three different women inside one.”

Tori shrugged, not really understanding how she had done this for them, but loving his honesty about his feelings, which gave her insight into how all of them felt about this situation, even though they hadn’t really sat down and spoken about it. “I bend to what appeals to me in all of you,” she explained. “I never thought I’d find a man to be everything I expect. My father went above and beyond to ensure that. He catered to every one of my needs except sexually. With you three, I get all that and more. How could I not find myself happy and horny all the time? I want to enjoy it all while it lasts. I know this thing with you guys is just temporary. It’s just a year of faking and fun.”

“And if it could be longer, would you want that? Would you want us together?”

With his hands rubbing all over her thighs, she could barely think straight. “I can’t think of anything except the here and now.”

Tenderly, he kissed both her thighs and then leaned up and kissed her softly. “We could take it one day at a time.”

The back door opened. Shawn and Kevin lumbered in, looking as though they had been working on something hard, and quickly assessed Duncan and Tori’s intimate position.

“Did she say yes?” Kevin asked.

“You can ask me directly,” Tori said. “And if you’re talking about not talking to Malea about the journals, I will agree. What were you doing in my backyard?”

Shawn took off his shoes eagerly, washed his hands, and came over to her to kiss her in greeting. He smelled like sweat and wood as if they had been building something.

“That’s not what I was asking about,” Kevin said, grabbing the bottles of water off the counter and tossing one to Shawn. “But that’s nice to know.”

Shawn lifted her from the chair and sat down before pulling her onto his lap sideways.

She looked back at Duncan, who was now opening up her robe. He nodded to Shawn.

“The dinner,” Shawn explained. “With the Cosgroves, it’s supposed to be a surprise for you.”

While he spoke, Duncan was moving up her tank and latching on her nipples, softly nibbling and sucking over her chest.

“Why?” she asked breathlessly.

Shawn was kissing her neck slowly and moved his hands down between her legs. “They think we’ve been too busy to get married, so she wants to throw us a wedding celebration. She’s been driving me fucking crazy with everything she’s planning.”

Tori could barely focus. “Ceremony?’

“Yes, to get married, Tori,” Shawn said before kissing her deeply with a mixture of softness and hunger with his fingers, sliding between her lower lips with tenderness, all the while, his middle brother was titillating her chest, going from breast to breast.

“W-Why? We aren’t really real,” she tried to explain.

“We know that, but she doesn’t.”

“Why don’t we let the pup take her upstairs and explain everything?” Kevin said.

Duncan chuckled and nodded before following Kevin out of the back door with his older brother.

Shawn scooped her up as if he didn’t want her to see where they were going.

“I can walk,” she said, annoyed.

“I know, but I’ve been waiting to touch you all day.”

Tori softened to his need for her and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Did you all make a promise not to bother me?”

“I made them make it because I was worried about you, but the way you came in my mouth earlier, I said fuck that promise.”

She blushed but tried to look angry. “That’s not fair to use my sexual weakness against me, Shawn, especially when I’m asleep.”

He kissed her brow. “You were sleepy, but you were very responsive, but now we know you talk a good game while you’re sleeping. I’m sorry, Tori, but I’m damn new at this, and I just had to taste you. I missed you more than I thought I would.”

“You could have called,” she teased.

“Or I could have kicked your damn door down, which is what I wanted to do,” he growled as he entered her room and finally set her down, but he guided her over to her window that faced the back of her house.

Tori gasped, seeing both of the sheds built. “Wait! Why?”

“It was either that or knock down this entire apartment with the reminder of where we grew up,” he explained, coming up behind her and wrapping his arms around her. After several kisses to her neck and cheek, he said, “After I read the journals, I wanted to burn this whole place down. It was a sick reminder that my mother remained here while she waited for Keir, but he knew all along he would never leave his life and rescue her. He knew, and that hurt the most despite all the shit she did to me.”

Turning to face him, she said, “Shawn, I’m so sorry for what happened to you. I don’t know the details, but you didn’t deserve any of it.” Kissing him came so easily for her, and loving that he kissed her back with even more passion thrilled her down to her toes.

“Gawd, Tori, when you speak like that, you make me forget what the hell I was going to do or say.” He pushed the robe off her shoulders and started to guide her to the bathroom.

“Wait,” she said. “What about that ceremony?”

“I’ll tell you about it as we take a shower,” he insisted, and she let him guide her to the bathroom. As she started up the shower, he explained, while he took off his clothes. “As I said, Mrs. Cosgrove was speaking to me, asking me when we were going to get married. I hemmed and hawed about it for a while, but she was insistent, and finally I said we’ve been too busy to make plans. I’m thinking we can go around and be engaged for a year, but I didn’t expect her to be so damn adamant.”

Tori was loving just looking at his glorious body and how his thick member bobbed around seemingly to call for her attention and touch. So engrossed in his body, she forgot to take off her tank, but he didn’t.

“She wants to plan our ceremony and surprise you,” he said, yanking her tank up and off.

Tori had lemongrass Castile body soap to use on him instead of her flowery soap, which she usually used on herself. “But how? There’s the deacon.”

“Who used to do wedding ceremonies, Tori. He was known for them. He did a lot of them.” While he spoke, they soaped each other’s bodies.

“What are you saying, Shawn?”

He stopped rubbing. “We’re faking it now, but when we get in front of him, we can’t fake shit. He’ll know. So we need to say the words like we really mean it.”

Tori moved behind him to scrub his back all the way down to his feet. “Words of marriage? Wait? How are we going to fake all this? He’ll know. We don’t have the paperwork.”

“Kevin is going to take care of that.” He turned around and faced her. Instead of him going around her, he used his long arms and big hands to wash her from back to front. “We’ll have the paperwork to fool them, but it’s all words, Tori. Trust me, but we have to mean them or our ruse will be up right in front of the Cosgroves and other board members.

Panicking, Tori worried. “If that church guy has done other ceremonies like you say, he’ll know the truth just by looking at us. I can’t lie to a Man of God’s face.”

“And you won’t,” he said sincerely. “But we can work on bending the truth. The words spoken in a ceremony are for a lifetime, but you can pull this off if you can convince yourself it’s for the year when you speak them.” Shawn moved his hands between her legs, and she gasped, loving how gentle he was and how worshipful his other hand was on her body. “I will have you, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness or in health, and I will cherish you, Tori. I will.” He kissed her stomach, her groin, her thighs, and then plunged his face between her folds, licking her tender button lovingly.

Tori cooed softly, leaning against the back of the shower, enjoying the oral play as he occasionally repeated those words.

Yes, she believed him, and yes, she could pretend.

Shawn took her body to its peak and then rose to kiss her softly, smiling. “I love it when you come. It’s so damn beautiful.”

“I love when you make me come,” she professed.

They hurriedly finished washing and rinsing off, between hugs and kisses, so they could make it into the bedroom again, rolling around on the bed, insatiably touching and kissing each other. Shawn shifted them so she was over him, straddling his hips, and he could kiss her neck and breasts.

“Say the words to me, Tori,” he encouraged.

She had to remember all the movies and television shows she had ever watched, and what he had said in the bathroom, because she wasn’t too fond of going to a wedding. Malea and Scott had had a destination wedding, so Tori hadn’t gone there.

Nervously, Tori recited, “I, Tori, take you, Shawn, to be my husband.” She giggled to herself because the words sounded so strange to her, and as she looked into his eyes, she continued. How many times had she imagined saying these words to him in fantasies and dreams? “To have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness or in health, to love and to cherish.”

He slowly rolled her over and entered her already primed womanhood. “Say it again, Tori,” he groaned.

Breathlessly, she moaned, “To have and to hold… from this day forward… for better… for worse…” Each declaration, Shawn lovingly stroked deep into her, his thickness pulsing on each word she spoke. “For richer.. poorer,” she declared, her voice becoming louder. “In sickness… Oh gawd!” He changed the stroke, pressing more into her. “H-health… my pussy! Oh gawd!”

“Say it,” he urged, panting over her.

“To love… to love…. oh my gawd… it feels so fucking good, Shawn… C-Cherish…I’m coming… I’mmmmm….” She warbled the rest as her body exploded with his and she knew they spoke, “I do,” simultaneously, over and over again, entwining and enjoying their pleasure – together.

***

It had been hours when she awoke with the need to go to the bathroom, but gasped, feeling the pressure on her stomach and her back. Somehow, she was entwined in her queen-size bed, lying on Duncan’s chest, with Kevin behind her and Shawn lying between her legs with her groin as his pillow, and everyone in the bed was naked.

She wasn’t sure when Duncan and Kevin joined, but they were all smelling good from a fresh shower.

Duncan must’ve awoken when she woke because he softly kissed her brow and moved out of the bed.

She had to crawl from under Shawn and move Kevin’s heavy arm from around her body to get out of the bed, and Duncan helped her up, knowing she had to go to the bathroom.

After relieving her bladder, she freshened up, brushed her teeth, and washed her face before going back to bed. They were still semi-sleep, but Duncan helped her ease back into the bed where she was, and for some reason, she quickly went back to sleep as if this were normal.

She felt safe, worshiped, and cared for. No worries when they were around.

“Thank you,” she whispered before succumbing to the unconsciousness that took her away.

***

When Tori awoke again, she heard her name spoken harshly above her head and Duncan nudging her. Slowly opening her eyes to listen to her name being called again, she gasped, recognizing that voice.

The bright morning sun shone through the room, illuminating everything-everything! Beck was standing at the doorway, legs akimbo, his thick arms over his work clothes, holding his construction hat, his red-brown eyes hard and a disapproving look through the red beard that framed his face.

“Are you okay?” he demanded, looking apprehensively at all the brothers.

Tori quickly looked around her to see Kevin propped up on his hands behind her, but his arm and hand were covering her breasts, while Shawn was still lying over her legs with his hands over her groin, and then there was Duncan alert by her other side. All of them were glaring at Beck as if he were the problem.

“Why do you even need to be here?” Kevin snarled.

Beck gritted. “I came because I wanted to know how she got those sheds built overnight.”

“Don’t worry-“

Embarrassed as hell, but gathering her voice, Tori said, “Beck… Mr. Hardy, I’ll be down in my office in a few.”

“An hour,” Kevin corrected.

Beck looked at her, waiting for her to permit him to leave.

“I’m fine,” she assured him. “Give or take an hour, while I wake up.”

When he walked away, he closed the door behind him, and she collapsed back onto Duncan.

“Oh gawd!” She tried to move out of the bed, but Kevin still had his arm securely over her body again, locking her in.

“I have to get up.”

“Do you?” Shawn asked, kissing her thigh.

Tori could feel her heat increasing between her thighs and groaned. “We are not doing this with my construction foreman in the house.”

“No fun for you then,” Kevin said, finally releasing his arm so that she could scramble from under Shawn and over Duncan. Her robe had been picked up and was over her headboard; she snatched it and put it on her body.

“Out!” she ordered them all. “Or get out before I get out of the bathroom!”

With that, she left her bedroom to go to the guest bathroom on the floor that she hardly ever used. After locking the door, she sat on the edge of the toilet and put her face in her hands, screaming internally. Kevin could kick down the door, or Duncan could pick the lock -Unless they wanted to leave her alone, there was no way she could get away from these brothers, but did she really want to?

Oh Gawd! How was she going to face Beck Hardy after he saw her naked in bed with three men?

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