She flies with her own wings (21 page)

“I think I was rude to your parents last night.”

“Bull.”

I feel awkward. “I don’t really like talking about my past. I was a bit monosyllabic and don’t think I made a very good impression.” I look at him sadly.

He grins. “Obviously not, otherwise my mom wouldn’t have called me today and given me strict instructions not to ruin what we have, and that she expects us to produce beautiful grandchildren for her.”

I have to laugh. “You’re not serious.”

He strokes my cheek. “Baby, they all love you. My parents, Will’s parents, Matt’s parents.  Our siblings. It’s almost sickening how much they all like you.”

“I’m not really good with families,” I say uncomfortably.

“I know you say that but you seem to be a natural.” He smiles at me.

I summon up enough courage to say, “My father’s always right.” Tom looks at me, surprised. “He’s used to getting his own way. Everyone obeys his orders. My mother is a typical trophy wife: beautiful, empty-headed, and easy to manipulate. Their biggest dream for me was to marry a rich man, maybe a doctor or a lawyer like my father. A prestigious match to someone like a senator or governor would have been even better, that would have given him someone useful.”

I take another sip of my beer. “That’s how they treated me, like I was some kind of asset to be traded. I was their property, not their daughter. I was groomed to ensure the best match. I can count on one hand the amount of times my mother held me.”

Tom looks at me with a deep sadness in his eyes. I see how much it hurts him to see my pain but, thankfully, there’s no trace of pity. He takes me in his arms, and we lean back against the windscreen. I snuggle into him tightly.

“The only person who really loved me was my grandmother. She made up for all the love I didn’t get from my parents. I spent every Sunday with her. I was allowed to choose anything I wanted to eat and a piece of cake. Perhaps that’s where I get my joy of eating from.” He laughs quietly. “Anyway, I don’t think I could have survived my childhood if it wasn’t for her. She died when I was twelve.” I swallow visibly. “When I came to San Francisco, I wanted a new start. I decided to take her name because she was the only one who brought me any sense of peace.”

“Have you seen your parents since then?” he asks softly.

“No, I haven’t seen them in the last ten years.”

“If I ask too many questions, just stop me, okay?” I nod.

“Do they know where you are?”

“No, I ran away from home as soon as I had my high school diploma in my hand. They didn’t know which colleges I’d applied for. I’d been offered scholarships from several colleges but chose to come here because it was the farthest away from Florida.”

“I’m sorry, baby.”

“Don’t pity me.”

“I don’t. I couldn’t if I tried. Look at what you’ve accomplished. You are a clever, strong, beautiful woman who’s chosen her own path. You don’t need a man to define you. You define yourself.” He kisses me softly on the lips. “I just hope you want three men in your life.”

“I’ve never wanted anything more.”

“Thanks, baby. Thanks for letting me get to know you a little more.”

His kisses become more demanding, and he demands entrance into my mouth. His tongue wrestles with mine, smothering, tantalizing and teasing. He lies on top of me and presses his erection into me.

“God, Tom, you are so sexy,” I murmur.

“Thea, my Thea…” he whispers into my skin.

“Be gentle with me, please.” I let myself be held and fall into his kisses.

He pushes my skirt up slowly, opens his pants, and enters me. His lips don’t leave me for a second, his hands stroke my face as he begins to move slowly and carefully.

Night creatures chirrup as the evening cools, but I don’t feel it. The only thing I feel is this man on me and in me. He ignites a fire in me, corny as that sounds, but it’s true: everything in me glows and it glows for him.

I notice my feelings changing. While Tom makes love to me, I find myself falling in love with him. He’s mine, I’m his. He looks into my eyes and our souls connect. It’s not just sex; it’s so much more. We lie in each other’s arms, share the same breathing space, and become one.

His kisses become more passionate while his thrusts stay gentle. He feels my pussy can’t take much more. He wants it hard, I feel it in every part of his body, but he puts my needs before his own and my heart wants to spring with joy.

“Tom,” I moan between kisses.

“Yes, baby, I feel it, too.” His breathing becomes faster.

“I wish I could give you more,” I murmur.

“You give me everything I need.”

“But you want it harder…”

He smiles gently at me. “Baby, I’ve got the rest of my life to fuck you hard, this is perfect.” And his mouth closes over mine with kisses as his cock snuggles in my pussy. My fingers play with his hair. He holds on to my hands, our fingers curling around each other’s as we make love to each other on this perfect night.

He calls out my name as he comes and I call out his when I come.

He kisses me gently and cups my face in his hands as he looks deeply into my eyes. “My Thea.”

My eyes fill with tears and he kisses them softly away. “My Thea, my Thea, my Thea.”

“Oh, Tom…”

He strokes my face, his fingers running over my lips. He smiles at me, and I can see he’s in love with me. And he can see I’m in love with him. Very much. My Tom.

We lie there for hours, I in his arms. We chat, we laugh, we joke, and make out. Slowly, gently, and full of love.

Will is waiting for me in my room. He’s sitting up on my bed, his back leaning against the headboard. He’s reading in his pajama bottoms. As I open the door, he looks up from his magazine. His face lights up and I know it’s mirroring mine.

“Hey, baby!” He jumps up, comes to me and gives me a hug. “I missed you so much!”

I grin and kiss him. “I missed you too. No-one argued with me today.”

“On it.” He murmurs, as his kisses become more passionate.

His hands grab my buttocks, and he pushes me to him. I feel his hard cock pressing against me. My hands run over his back and push down under the band of his bottoms. I stroke his naked ass and feel his rock-hard muscles.

With lightning speed he spins me around and lays me on the bed. As he lies on top of me, he begins to fondle my breasts. He kisses and touches them gently.

“Most definitely my favorite toys.” He grins. He sucks hard on my nipples and buries his head between my breasts. “My two best friends.”

“You’re nuts, baby,” I laugh.

“You’re both so perfect. Sometimes, I think you’re the prettiest,” he says to one breast. “And then I look at you,” he says to the other one, “and I think, no, it’s you. But really, it’s when you’re together that you’re perfect.” I chuckle quietly at his declaration of love.

He kisses and licks while he talks, stroking and fondling. His three-day beard is beginning to scratch on my skin, but it just makes it better.

He moves away from my breasts and moves up my body until we’re face-to-face. He kisses me long and intensely.

“What did you two get up to?” he asks me as he moves back.

“I got a tattoo.”

“What? Really? Where?” he asks, surprised.

I pull up my leg as he turns slightly to hold it to get a better look. His eyes wander up and down my leg until they stop on my foot. He takes my foot in both hands and examines it closely.

“Among the wild flowers,” he murmurs. He kisses around the tattoo gently. “So perfect,” he whispers.

He lets my foot sink back onto the mattress and moves back to my face. “Big Mike?”

“Yeah, Tom practically forbade me from getting myself tattooed my anyone else in the future.”

“Too right. He’s the best.” He looks at me earnestly.

“Are you angry?”

He looks confused. “No, why should I be?”

“Because I didn’t say anything.”

He grins at me. “It’s your body. If you want to get yourself inked, do it.”

I put my arms round him and hug him tightly.

“But I guess it would have been cool to be there when it happened. I could’ve held your hand.”

“No!”

He grins. “Why not?”

“I’m never taking any of you with me again.”

His grin widens. “Did Tom pass out?”

I laugh. “Almost.”

“I would have been the same. I’d rather have my nut sack tattooed than watch you suffer from pain.”

“It was sweet. And, yeah, you can come with me next time.”

“Oh so there’ll be another time then?”

I shrug my shoulders. “I don’t know. Maybe.”

“What else would you want to get done?”

“Something on my arm, maybe. But I really don’t know.”

He lays a hand on my pubic bone. “Here’d be cool.”

“No way!” I laugh.

“And here? he says as he grabs my hiney.

“Not there either.”

He touches my breast. “What about here? Something like ‘Property of Will’,” he says, grinning.

“Nutjob,” I say, while thinking
My nutjob
.

“Yeah, I can just picture it,” he says as he takes hold of both breasts. “A line of text around the peaks
Property of William King. No trespassing.”
And he bites my nipple lightly.

“That’s so not going to happen,” I tell him.

He grins. “Like a branding.”

I pull his hair. “Don’t even think about it, Will. You won’t brand me.”

He laughs. “Oh yes I will and then the world will know you belong to me. My property and then I can do what I want with you, when I want. Because you’re mine.”

I know he’s joking. I can see it in his eyes, they’re laughing. And yet…a wave of arousal washes over me.

He watches my eyes closely. “Interesting. The idea of being branded by me turns you on. You want to belong to me.”

I feel myself redden and turn my head away from him, trying to avoid his intensive gaze.

“Hey, baby, look at me.” His voice is serious and soft.

I struggle not to look at him, but it’s as impossible as a piece of metal not being attracted to a magnet. My eyes are drawn to his.

“Why is that embarrassing for you, baby? You’re mine and I’m yours.” There’s nothing to feel uncomfortable about.”

I don’t know how to answer that. I think, trying to find the right words. “Perhaps because I think I should be a strong independent woman, who only belongs to herself.”

He smiles at me and holds my gaze. “You are a strong independent woman. You only belong to yourself, but even as an emancipated woman, you’re allowed to wish to belong to someone, to be bound to someone, to give someone your heart, your soul and your body. And when I say that you belong to me, it’s true. But it doesn’t mean that I have control over you. It means you allow me to be a part of your life for as long as you want me to be.”

“What if I want it to be for a very long time?”

“Then I’ll be the happiest man on the planet.” He kisses me.

“So if I belong to you, you also belong to me?”

He shrugs his shoulders. “Sure, that’s kind of the point.”

A smile spreads across my face and he grins at me suggestively. “Oh, you like that? Which part of your property do you like the most?” He kisses me. “My mouth and my tongue?” He touches my breasts. “My hands?” He presses his erection against me. “My cock?”

I giggle. “All of it! Everything! Every part of my property is unbelievable.”

“Yes, it is. And it’s only yours. You can do or not do anything you want. But if you want my educated opinion on the matter, not doing anything isn’t really an option.”

He spreads my legs in a flash and plunges into me.

“Oh God, Will!”

He thrusts slowly and gently into me, loving me, touching me. He kisses me constantly, his tongue in my mouth, his teeth on my lips. He bites my bottom lip gently, and I move against him. He looks at me, his eyes locked on mine. He looks deeper and I let him explore my soul as deep as he wants to go.

“Oh, baby, you’re so beautiful,” he groans.

Through half-closed lids his gaze is intense. He understands me, sees me, he knows me and in that moment, I give him part of my soul and he gives me part of his.

“Thea...” he whispers. “Mine forever.”

My heart wants to leap, and I melt in his arms. I pull him closer to me, wanting to crawl into him, be in him, be a part of his body, part of his being. He kisses are demanding, passionate, captivating.

I love him. I love Will. My Will.

We lie entangled in each other. I feel Will’s regular breathing, his strong arms holding me while he sleeps. I stroke his arms gently and think.

Too much has happened today. Tom. Will. Will. Tom. How can I fall in love with two men on the same day? And am I in love with them? Why did I feel loved with Tom and love with Will? Is it the same thing or is this another development? Is one more intense than the other? Do my feelings have a hierarchy?