Room Two

Love is Blind(folded)

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Club Sin series

BARBRA CAMPBELL

Room Two © 2021 Barbra Campbell

All rights reserved.

This is a work of fiction.

Cover design by Bookin’ It Designs

Dedication

This story goes out to the many women I know (and those I don’t) who deal with chronic fatigue.

There are so many causes and so few solutions yet we get up day after day and continue through our lives despite the added burden.

You’ve probably heard the joke that a woman’s dream for a reverse harem is to have one guy who cooks, one who cleans, one who takes care of the lawn…and I think the sentiment hits home even harder for those of us dealing with the various symptoms that make simple tasks seem monumental.

This story addresses that. It’s a fantasy where even if we can’t get rid of the fatigue, we can live a life where everything gets done AND we get amazing sex!

Chapter 1

Tabitha

Valerie's eyes bore into me from the next workstation over as I sit back in my chair and rub my arms.

“Him again?” She’s aware of the guy who chooses to harass me out of all of the 911 operators, and of the strange things he’s asked me.

Do I like my job? How do I choose? Do I have regrets? My skin crawls as I fail to convince myself it’s not personal.

“Yeah.”

“Still no luck tracking him?” She leans over, attempting to see my computer screen.

“Nope.” I wish there was a way to figure out who he is but he eludes the 911 call center’s tracking system. We’re pretty sure he’s responsible for a lot of the hang-up calls and that he only speaks when I answer.

“Shake it off, Tabs. He’s just some pervert who likes your voice.”

“He wouldn't know my voice if he hadn't talked to me before.”

“What did he say this time?”

“He asked if I liked playing God?” Goosebumps break out as I repeat his words.

“You sure you don't recognize his voice? It doesn't conjure up anyone you pissed off or a jilted lover?” Her tone becomes more solemn with this question.

“Virtually impossible since I’ve been celibate for years.” I make the blunt admission even though Valerie and I have been friends since we were in diapers and she's fully aware of my lack of relationship status. Not that it’s by choice but since chronic fatigue hit hard after high school, I haven’t dated. And the few romantic options from school moved on to more fun relationships a decade ago.

“Maybe someone who wanted to be your lover? He thinks your magic pussy’s going to cure all of his problems and he just needs you to let him dip his wand in.”

I glance nervously around the call center. It offers little relief that no one’s paying attention.

“Keep your voice down. Magic hoo-ha’s only exist in those books you read, Valerie.”

“But you admit they exist.” She raises her eyebrows.

We share a laugh before I pick up the next call. It’s a quick and easy police dispatch.

The second I disconnect she says, “Please go out with me this weekend. You don't have to hook up with any guys. We can just hang out. Instead of sitting on your couch, you can sit in a bar. It might be good for you to have a change of scenery.”

The challenge prompts me to assess my energy level which fluctuates anywhere from nonexistent to any-lower-and-I-would-be-dead.

“Not this weekend. I had a physical therapy appointment yesterday and I didn't respond well to the new exercises. I'm way too exhausted and my pain level’s not going to make me good company.”

“Sorry.”

“Not your fault.”

“Seriously though, rest up. Save all your energy to sit at the bar with me next Friday night. We'll go to this upscale one that has a more relaxed atmosphere. I'll even let you borrow a sexy dress.”

“Promise we can come home when I'm ready?”

“Absolutely. Unless you meet a guy and want to get horizontal with him. You did tell me that laying down offers more heart rate control than sitting up, right?”

“You’re terrible. I don't have enough energy to keep up with the dating scene.” I barely have enough energy to keep up with my life. My doctors have tossed around the term chronic fatigue but we haven’t found any solutions.

“Who said you had to keep up with anything? I'm just proposing that it might do you good to let someone make you feel good.”

“Fine, I'll go as long as you do my hair and makeup. I don't want it to be too obvious I’m dull.” I don't feel bad asking Valerie to help, she has a knack for it, plus I don't own makeup or anything beyond a hair brush, which makes me completely unprepared for this outing.

Valerie pulls her phone out of her purse and I realize it's time to go home. We walk out as she quizzes me on how I want to wear my hair and if there's any particular style of dress I want. Seems excessive to put this much effort into it a week out, but it makes her happy.

She walks slowly through the parking lot with me, which is nice. Sometimes when I’m with her, the way she takes my illness in stride, I almost feel normal. She actually has me excited about switching up my routine and sitting in a bar instead of on my couch for an evening.

I stutter step when I catch a guy watching us. Anxiety wells inside of me. He's in his car, parked across the street as we walk through the parking lot. The hair on the back of my neck prickles as he drives away.

“Look.” I point as his car vanishes around the corner.

“At what?” She takes a second to look up and misses him.

“I've seen a guy parked out here a few times.”

Valerie motions to the car-filled street. “What's so weird about that?”

“Probably nothing, just my paranoia after the creeper call.”

“The call center’s attached to a police station. We can go back in and ask them to keep an eye out. It'll just take a second to give them a description of the guy and car. You know the questions... hair color, build, make, model...”

I continue walking toward our cars. “Yeah, this’ll help. He's a brown-haired, thirty-something Caucasian, medium build, based on his face. And the car is a newer model, black two-door.”

I motion down the street at two other black two-door cars and huff.

“Either way, it's up to you,” she offers.

“Considering that I'm standing beside my car and don't have enough energy to walk back into the station, my decision’s made.”

“That bad today?”

“Yeah, I'm going to crawl into bed early tonight.”

Valerie chuckles. “Earlier than normal? Don’t skip dinner again.” She understands the delicate balance of supporting me without belaboring her concern. I’m capable of caring for myself, I just have to sit and rest a lot.

“I promise, I'll eat dinner first.”

***

“I can't believe you're going out. That's so exciting,” our mutual friend, Monica, says via speakerphone. We call each other at least once a week to check in. She worries about me but respects that I'm okay with my life.

I've had enough time to adjust my plans and learn to live with my abilities but it’s hard for my two besties in the whole world to see the toll chronic fatigue takes. I learned early on that fighting the tiredness only made it worse.

Valerie's adding a little bit of curl to the ends of my hair and says, “Wish you were here, Monica. We could gang up on Tabitha and find a rich guy who wants to pamper her.”

I pipe in, “Enough ladies, I agreed to go, and you both know that's a stretch.”

“Is that a bad connection?” Monica says. “You want a guy to stretch you?”

I can't help but laugh.

Valerie adds, “Seriously Tabitha, you need to get laid. An orgasm would be good for your mental health. It's like a shot of relaxing hormone and you just drift off.”

Monica bursts out laughing. “Yeah right, assuming you finish yourself off.”

I’m fully aware of orgasmic bliss but would rather this conversation ends.

Valerie says, “You're not helping any, Monica. How are we going to convince Tabitha to get a guy if you tell her she has to do all the work?”

Monica relents. “Fine, I'm sure there are plenty of men out there who are dying to give you orgasms, Tabitha.”

“Thank you, that’s very believable. I’ll be sure to ask about that when we do introductions.”

Valerie says, “I better get her out of here before she curls up on the couch with a blanket.”

“All right, good talking to you two. Have fun tonight.”

Valerie angles me to the mirror as we hang up the call. I'm amazed at the beauty she's transformed me into. Could the Cinderella fairy tale be real and Valerie’s my fairy godmother?

Not only am I gorgeous, but the joy of talking to those two leaves me refreshed. It's a rare moment that a genuine smile covers my face.

“Does that mean you like it?” Valerie fusses over the exact placement of the pins she put in my hair.

“Yes, thank you for talking me into this.” Sometimes I get caught up in my disability and forget to find ways to enjoy life. It’s a crapshoot since overdoing it can flare up my symptoms, but sitting for a couple of hours ought to be okay.

“You gave up a lot, but you don’t have to give up everything.”

I pat her hand and she pulls me in for a giant hug.

“Don't get all sappy on me, Tabs. Your makeup is perfect. I can’t have you making a mess of your mascara.”

I take a deep breath. “All right let's do this before I start yawning. Cinderella may have made it to midnight but ten is a pretty wild evening for me.”

Valerie shakes her head. “I'll be able to bring you home at the end of your evening then head back out and hit the town.”

“That sounds perfect. I appreciate you not giving up on me.”

“What are friends for?” She hands me the small purse with an extra-long strap I can hang over my shoulder, and we head for the car.

When we arrive at an upscale hotel, I’m taken aback by the elegance.

The doorman greets her by name and she informs him that I'm her guest for the evening.

He nods and his smile indicates I’m a nice choice for a guest, or else I haven’t been out enough and I’m overreacting to a simple smile.

We continue through the entry and Valerie motions down a hallway, past the main bar.

I whisper to her, “What is this place? And how does he know your name?”

“I didn't say much because you were bogged down with your health crap. I heard about this hotel.” She motions around us. “You have to have a membership to hang out in the exclusive bar. It cuts out a bunch of the run-of-the-mill assholes. I made the executive decision that since I’m man-hunting, I want a guy with money.”

“You've come to the right place.”

She guides me into the bar and the dim lighting adds to the ambiance.

“Have a seat. I'll get drinks.”

I choose a table along the wall, wanting to be out of the main flow. It's also a great location for people watching.

That's about all I'm good for other but I feel kind of bad that I'm taking up her time to man hunt.

After a few minutes, she's returning from the bar and for a second, I think one of the men at the bar is watching her but his gaze is on me.

I divert my gaze quickly but glance back.

He could stare at her ass like every other guy does but he's definitely looking at me.

My insides tingle in a way they haven't in a long time. The intensity of his expression leaves no doubt he’s a man of determination. He’s well-groomed with a close-cut beard and mustache that have a GQ quality. The way he fills out his suit jacket extols the virtues of a good workout. His broad back and wide shoulders have me longing to run my hands over what appears to be a rock-hard body.

Unlikely he’d be interested in a couch potato. Not that I’m looking to meet anyone, I remind myself. I widen my smile then quickly divert my gaze to Valerie.

Her brow furrows as she sets our drinks on the table and looks over her shoulder.

“Turn around Valerie,” I say through gritted teeth.

She sits and raises her eyebrows at me. “Look at you drumming up interest already.”

I fumble for words a few times before managing, “I think he was looking at your butt.”

“He was looking at you.”

My effort to distract her from that fact fails.

“I smiled at him, just...nothing... It wasn't anything.”

“Should we invite him over and ask him if it's nothing?”

“Absolutely not.” This is what I was afraid of. Valerie means well, but the thought of a relationship is overwhelming.

“It would be fun.” She draws out the words.

A glimmer of the old me agrees, but I don't want to have to explain to someone else that I basically have no life. A barely functional status quo is all I can handle.

Valerie looks his direction again with no subtlety, then turns back. “Are you sure all you did a smile? He looked over here again.”

“Quit encouraging him.” I wish I lived in a fantasy world where I could believe this gorgeous man is made for me. The flutter of my heart would certainly have me believing it. I'm not even sure if I can walk in my heels right now my legs feel so jello-y.

What if Valerie and Monica are right? Sex wouldn’t cure me but it would be nice not to orgasm alone.

“Think about it, Tabs. This guy is hitting on you, or getting ready to. Mister Dressed To Impress isn’t likely to ask you to go for a jog, just hang out with him, and maybe get lucky.”

I’m lost in a fantasy of going through with this, assuming he’d be willing to have sex on a first date anyway. Otherwise, there are too many complications to make it worthwhile.

“I don't want to see the pity in his eyes when I explain that on bad days, I get winded walking from my bedroom to the kitchen.”

She slaps a hand on the table and it makes an overly loud smack. I focus on her, refusing to look around and see how many people noticed.

Her mouth drops open in revelation. “Does this mean you're considering hooking up with him?”

“I'm disabled, not dead. He’s the epitome of perfection.”

“That seals it. We’ll get him to come over here and I’ll conveniently step away.”

“Nothing is sealed, Valerie. What if my heart rate does one of its weird things and won't come down? Do I tell him I need to lie down?”

Her eyes light up, “That's the best line ever.”

“It's not.” I can’t help but laugh though.

She glances his way again and her shit-eating grin appears.

“Fine, use the line or not, your choice, but you don't have long to decide.”

“What?” I look to the side and he’s two feet from our table.

Chapter 2

Jeff

A bold and beautiful woman I've seen at the bar before enters but she's not my type. I'm about to look away when I catch sight of another woman a step behind her.

The second woman causes my dick to twitch. Hands clasped in front and a slightly lowered chin indicate she’s more reserved. The tight-fitting dress with a slit all the way up her thigh doesn’t strike me as something she’s used to even though it fits her perfectly.

If it’s her first time at the bar, she could be overwhelmed or nervous. I decide on nervous, perhaps she doesn't think she belongs here, but I'd consider myself a lucky man if she was on my arm or my dick.

But it's the same shy nature that has me worried my intentions would be too much. I curse myself for being obsessed with her innocence.

When her friend detours toward the bar, I get my hopes up that I'll have an easy chance to talk to the woman, but she heads to a table on the other side of the room.

Neither of the women notice me staring at them so I put my attention back on my glass and bide my time. Pouncing on her the second she walks in the door would look desperate even though the knot in my stomach indicates I am.

She’s captivating.

As her friend carries their drinks to the table, I attempt to steal a glance but the shy woman catches me. The air is sucked from my lungs when her eyes lock with mine.

She's the one, I have no doubt. It's like a switch flipped inside of me, and I’m certain Malachi and Bruce will feel the same. But more importantly, will she think I'm a freak when I tell her about Club Sin and my brothers? I remind myself to clarify that we’re not actually brothers, but I’m getting ahead of myself.

She rips her gaze from mine and has a tense discussion with her friend.

Staring into my empty glass, I take deep breaths. My hands are practically shaking? I'm never unsettled around women. It doesn't even bother me when I have to negotiate a friend out of the picture. I can handle that.

I glance over my shoulder again. Worry grips me that one of the other men in the room will take notice of the two gorgeous women.

Their conversation has lightened and they're smiling.

Her friend busts me and I wonder why my girl won't look. The way we connected takes away the possibility she's not interested. Is she taken already, just spending a night out with a girlfriend? Or are they playing one of those things where she has her friend tell her what I'm doing?

It doesn't matter. I wasn't looking for a woman tonight, that’s why I hadn’t gone to Club Sin. That's the beauty of the situation, it happened organically. She walked into the room and I knew she was mine, ours. I have no doubt Bruce and Malachi will love her.

Now for the hard part. I've got to ease her into my world without scaring her.

There's nothing casual about my stride to their table. I'm empty-handed and deliberate.

Her friend notices my approach first then the woman turns. Her eyes widen instantly when she sees me so close.

Avoiding the possible awkward moment, I say, “Mind if I join you?”

Her friend says, “We were hoping you would.”

“We?” I ask, not taking my eyes off the only woman I care about. I rest my hand on the back of the empty chair but don't sit. She has to answer.

Looking up at me, we’re caught in the same mental dance we were moments before. The air sizzles between us and I have to figure out what's holding her back because whatever guides her hesitation provides the answer of what will make her surrender.

Her smile takes a second to gather full steam. “Yes, we would like you to join us.”

I reposition the seat to face slightly more toward her.

Introductions should be simple but when she says her name is Tabitha, my mind goes down a rabbit hole. Her nickname could be Tabby, like a cat, a pussy cat, my pussy cat. I have to dig myself out to focus on reality. I don't have her yet, she's not mine, and there are a lot of things she doesn't know about me that might end my quest.

Do I stand any chance of getting this woman to accept my lifestyle? The ache in my chest tells me I have to.

I'm done with games and flings and so are my two brothers. Women have turned us down before and it’s no big deal, but I can’t let that happen with Tabby.

She's pulled her hands into her lap and her shoulders roll forward slightly. I direct my comment toward her friend. “I've seen you in here before.”

Valerie laughs at the observation. “Yeah, you look familiar.” She points at me. “It’s her first time.”

“Then it's my lucky day to see this rare flower on the one day she appears.”

Tabby starts to speak, “I like going out but I'm chronically—”

“Horny,” Valerie says surprising both of us if I’m to gauge Tabby's reaction. Valerie continues through her laughter, “She wanted to ask if you like giving—”

“Stop it, Valerie,” Tabby interjects, glaring at her friend but there’s a clear sense of camaraderie.

Once the shock fades, Tabby relaxes. “Ignore her,” she says to me before turning to her friend. “If you keep it up Valerie, this is the last time I let you talk me into going out.”

I seize the opportunity. “What if I talked you into your next outing?”

She waves her hands between us. “Oh no, what I was going to say before I was interrupted was that I'm chronically ill. I'm tired all the time, like barely get through my day level of tired and the doctors don’t have any leads on how to fix me. I've been resting all week to have enough energy to come out tonight.”

“I'm sorry to hear that, the health problems, but I'm glad you showed up.”

She glances between me and Valerie. Is she not used to flattery?

Valerie exhales hard. “Oh boy. Since she doesn't go out much, she must have forgotten that you don't bring up your medical run down within minutes of meeting someone. Trust me, she has many wonderful qualities.”

Tabby appears put off by her friend’s statement and opens her mouth to speak but I don't give her a chance.

“Anything she wants to talk about is fine. It's important for me to know that she needs to take it easy.” I turn my focus back to Tabby. “So when I ask her to go on a date, I can plan appropriately.”

“I'm not looking for a relationship.”

“All I offered was a date, Tabby,” I say playfully.

She catches my tone and says, “No one calls me Tabby.”

“Can I…Tabby?” My voice is lower and I’m no longer making an effort to include her friend.

Tabby’s expression softens and I can’t wait to share her with my brothers.

She laughs and surprises me. “As long as you learn my favorite places to be scratched and feed me lots of treats.”

Fuck. The banter catches me off guard and makes me want her even more.

Valerie slaps her hand over her mouth as she spews her drink. Then says, “That’s my cue.”

She scrambles to get up from her chair and take a seat at the empty table behind us.

We're silent for a moment while I move my chair closer to Tabby.

Her voice is low as if she embarrassed herself. “I'm sorry. That was crass. It just always seems like cats have the best life and when I was a kid, I wanted to be one. But I don't know why I'm telling you that. Childhood fantasies about being an animal are probably not first date topics either.”

“As I said, you can talk about anything you want, especially if you want to tell me your fantasies.”

Her expression is pensive and she rubs a hand over her neck.

I caress her arm. “I'll scratch you anywhere you like.”

The moment is broken by activity at Valerie's table. A man has taken a seat with her and Tabby studies the situation intently.

He’s one of the regulars and Valerie is exactly his type. If the two women drove together, this presents a welcomed opportunity.

I turn back to Tabby and strike up small talk in case I came on too strong. I give her lots of opportunities to talk about herself. I want to know everything, whether it's normal conversation or not. I find it hard to believe that she doesn't date much, but after prying about what much means, she confesses, “By much I mean never. I wouldn't even be here if it wasn't for Valerie.”

Something else is on her mind but she decides not to add it so I let it go.

“Would you consider hanging out with me tonight?”

A slow blink and a deep breath buy her time. “I’m not going to stay out late, and she's my ride so—”

“I'll be your ride.” The innuendo hangs in the air.

She smiles and her eyes glimmer. “We’ll see.”

I cradle her hand in mine, hovering it over the table for a second before bringing it to my lips for a kiss.

I get more than the touch of her skin. The contact offers intimacy and hints at willingness. I savor the warmth of her silky skin. I note that her fingers are soft. She shouldn't have to work hard and I want to make sure she works even less. With her health problems, relaxation might be exactly what she needs.

It will be hard to remember that she has limitations when she looks so perfect.

“Want to go somewhere more private? I'll take you home the second you want to go. Gentleman's promise.”

“I didn't plan on staying out tonight.”

That's dangerously close to a blow off. “Is someone at home expecting you?”

“Only my cat.”

“Will your cat notice you’re gone?”

“She loves snuggling up every night. And admitting I have a bedtime ritual with my cat is probably another no-go on a first date.”

“I wouldn't want to disappoint your…kitty. I’m sure your snuggles are the best.”

She lowers her head into her hands. “I can’t do this. I'm sorry. I should let you move on to someone that you deserve.”

Louder she says, “Valerie I’m heading home. I’ll get a ride so no one has to stop having fun.”

Valerie insists that she’ll take Tabby and I'm impressed with their friendship, but I’m not ready to give up. Valerie makes plans with the man she met and I take advantage of the delay.

“Tabby, if you leave, my fun will be over. There’s only one woman here who interests me.”

“Ha!” She gathers herself but keeps it light. “Trust me, all I do is work then go home, eat dinner while I'm watching TV, then go to bed with the aforementioned kitty.”

“Then let me drive you home so I can have a few more minutes of fun before I cash it in too.”

Her tone loses its playfulness. “That’s really sweet but I’m not joking. I don’t have energy for anything, the tiredness, the brain fog, the pain…I'm doing everything I can to keep my job because it's all I have, and if I can't pay for my house, I’ll have to live on the streets and that’s almost the only thing that could make my life worse.”

“Valerie would never let you live on the streets.”

Tabby flinches. “True, but I don't want to be that needy. I have some pride left.”

She might be the perfect woman. She needs to be kept, and I know just the men to keep her.

“Okay, I respect your need to get home to rest with your kitty but will you humor me and let me see your phone?”

She narrows her eyes but reaches for her purse nonetheless. Retrieving her phone she asks, “Why? Do you want proof that I have no life? All of my pictures are of Grizabella.”

“Grizabella?”

“My cat.”

She opens the photo album and angles it to me. No exaggeration.

I lift the device from her hand and she doesn't resist. “I want you to have my number. I leave myself in your more than competent hands and trust that you’ll call me the next time you’re ready to relax.”

“You mean go on a date?”

“Sure, but the focus of the date will be to relax.”

I type my name and number in, save them, and return her phone without calling myself.

Chapter 3

Tabitha

Valerie had respected my space the rest of the weekend but by the end of work Monday, she’s pulled the details from me. “Yes, Jeff gave me his number but I don’t intend to use it.”

As we walk to our cars, she yanks my phone out of my hands.

I don't attempt to get it from her because I'll probably just end up knocking it to the concrete.

When she hands the phone back, I roll my eyes at the message.

She texted Monica: Should I go out with sexy money bags?

“I don't want a relationship.”

“You can say that all you want, but I saw the way you looked at him, and I also saw the way he looked at you. What would it hurt to go on some low-key dates? He seemed cool with you needing a few accommodations?”

A ding notifies us that Monica texted back: No!

“Ha! She's on my side.” I tilt my phone so Valerie can see as I stop beside my car, reflexively scanning the street. The black car with the potential creeper guy isn't around. Maybe I’d overreacted.

Another ding draws my attention back to the phone.

Monica: Send Daddy my v-card. I've got your back Tabitha.

I laugh.

Valerie grabs the phone. “This is what I'm talking about. He's got resources and wants to use them on you. The only V-Card this guy's interested in is yours, and not the one with your contact info…well he wants that too. He didn't so much as glance at another woman the whole evening.”

“Too bad for him I’m not a virgin.”

She winks at me. “I heard you get to reset your status after a seven-year hiatus.”

“I don’t want to know if you really believe that. Plus, am I supposed to accept that the first night I go to the bar with you, a totally rich dude notices me and wants to sweep me off my feet. There's a catch. There's always a catch if it's that easy.”

“Tabitha, don't underrate yourself, you are a catch. Not everybody needs a running through the streets naked, sliding into their grave with their hair on fire or whatever that saying is, kind of life. Some people just want to hang out with someone they enjoy. He probably has people hired to do everything. Wouldn't that be the ideal life—a kept woman? It's your dream job.”

“Except the part where I’d have to go out on the town and be socially present and all that. Besides, I like my job.”

“Before you decide what he expects of you, go on a date. You’ve been happier today than I’ve seen you in a long time.” She stares at me expectantly.

“What?”

“Call him.”

“Not right now.”

“Please.”

“Are you some kind of perv who gets off on other people's personal lives?”

“I do like to meddle. Humor me. Plus, you’re the one who asked him to scratch you and feed you treats.”

“That was really stupid.” I cringe that she remembered the comment.

“You were having fun, and he was willing to take you up on it. At least text him.”

“I’ll think about it.” After years of chronic fatigue, my life’s becoming more and more isolated. What do I have to lose? A date with a rich guy isn’t the worst possible option.

When I'm home alone, I pull up Jeff’s number and slump onto my couch. What am I going to do? Ask Valerie to come over and fix my hair and makeup again? Talk about the old bait-and-switch…at some point, I’ll have to admit that’s not me.

I set my phone down.

Flirting was fun but could I ever be enough? Not just for someone like him but for anyone?

He hadn't reacted poorly to anything I’d said but I’m not the fancy type even though I enjoyed the temporary glam. I could call him, explain that my pretty wrapping paper and fancy bow may have oversold the product, that I’m more of a brown paper bag type of person.

I’ll be honest. Worst case, we’re over. Best case…I squeeze my thighs together to relieve the ache...I could have a night of bliss. Not a rowdy, bra hanging from the ceiling fan kind of bliss, just some good old-fashioned sex.

I tap his name and call.

After a few rings, he answers, “This is Jeff.”

The full impact of his deep voice grips my core. I’m transported back to the moment he’d kissed my fingers, sending electricity through my body, and when he had caressed my arm when he said he’d scratch me wherever I liked. I force myself to concentrate on the call.

“Hi Jeff, this is Tabitha.” My name rolls off my lips before I remember the nickname.

“Tabby,” he says, his voice diving even lower and sexier. “I'm glad you called.”

“Me too,” My chest is light on top of the nerves and I’m glad I’m taking a chance.

“Would it be rude of me to skip the small talk and go straight to setting up a date?” he asks.

This is happening. I start to talk but can't force the words out.

“We can do small talk if you'd rather. You looked ravishing the other night.” His compliment only makes this harder, emphasizing that he likes something I'm not.

“Thank you but that's what we need to talk about. I borrowed that dress. I don't normally wear makeup and I have the straightest, flattest hair in the world except when Valerie uses her special hair stuff and gives it a hint of life.”

“If it's any help, I don’t plan on asking you out for makeup or hair styling tips, but if you'd like to own dresses like that, I'd be happy to buy them for you.”

Valerie’s comment about being a kept woman plays through my mind. I should get through a date before I worry about such nonsense.

I go for broke. “I'm more of a comfy PJs, curling up on the couch kind of person.”

“You really do enjoy staying home.” There’s no hint of judgment in his tone.

“Enjoy isn't exactly the right word. I’m limited by my exhaustion levels. When I say that I can't do much, I mean taking a walk through the park would be it for the evening.”

“Then how about we go to the movies? There's a theater with recliners so you can kick back just like you’re at home.”

“Only if I have a tub of extra buttery popcorn.” I’m smiling at the prospect of doing something normal with someone who’s not making it weird.

“That’s an absolute. What kind of movies do you enjoy?”

“With the amount of time I spend watching them, I like everything.”

“All right, do you want to pick?”

“Surprise me.” I tell him, and we spend the next hour getting to know each other.

If the rest of my week had gone like that phone call, I would have had a perfect week.

Then Friday afternoon, the call comes. The abnormal pause serves as the indicator Creeper Guy is on the line.

“It's your fault.” His voice haunts me. What on earth is my fault?

A shiver runs up my spine and I pretend not to recognize him. “Please state your emergency.”

“You.”

I’d been advised to keep him on the call as long as possible since our system had trouble tracking him. “Can I get your location?”

“You will.”

I pause. If he wants to talk, maybe we can finally trace the call and at least get a phone number or anything the cops might be able to go on.

“What's your—”

The call drops and my anxiety rises. The cops have analyzed the calls, voice-compared them to calls I took that had bad outcomes, and nothing’s matched.

When our shifts are over, Valerie and I walk out together. She’d been busy when Creeper Guy called. She says, “I hope you have fun tonight."

“That makes two of us.” An evening relaxing with my date will hopefully provide stress relief.

“You don't quite sound like it.”

“Creeper Guy called again today. He said I would find out his location. There was a second where I actually thought he was going to tell me.”

“What do you think that means?”

“He's going to be calling more? Showing up? I don’t know.” I attempt to shrug it off but his tone held a dark optimism.

Valerie slowly scans the street.

“I already looked. I don't see the car. It would be too weird if it was him. I don't know why I even thought that.”

“Better safe than sorry. If you see him anywhere, call the cops.”

“I will, I promise. But let's not dwell on it. I'm going on a date.”

“It's so cute that he’s taking you to the movies. It's perfect and you get to see if his ass looks as nice in a pair of jeans as slacks. Or you'll find out if he's so stuffy he shows up for the movie theater in a suit.

Chapter 4

Tabitha

When Jeff arrives at my house to pick me up, there's no suit in sight. The horny-as-hell knot in my core tightens at the sight of his lightweight sweater shirt stretched over his pecs paired with jeans that have to be concealing a perfect ass.

I get to experience the downplayed version of him, closer to my norm than the fancy dress and high-dollar drinks. Is my long, loose skirt a suitable replacement for the curve-hugging thing Valerie let me borrow? Will he think differently of me after seeing my neighborhood or house? I'm shocked at how exposed it leaves me. People in my neighborhood don't drive Corvettes and hang out at swanky clubs but it doesn't seem to faze him. He's only paying attention to me, and if there’s any judgment it’s veiled in adoration.

He offers a hand for the single step I have off my front porch and I'm tickled by the gesture. My heart flutters. You can take the gentleman out of the fancy club but you can’t take the gentleman out of the man.

When he shifts his hand, placing his fingers very low on my back, I have to take deliberate breaths. I want his hand to fall lower. Should I ask him about skipping the movie? My bedroom is so close, so tempting.

But I want this date. I want this little bit of normal.

I'm on the verge of light-headedness the entire ten steps to his car, the drive to the theater, and the wait in the concessions line. It's not until we're sitting that I can be sure my knees aren’t going to give out.

Sharing a tub of ultra-buttery popcorn, he says, “I wasn't going to ask, but why did you call me?”

What? “You wanted me to, right?”

“Yeah, but I didn’t think you were going to.” He had every right to make that assumption after my monologue about my cat followed by photographic evidence.

“Honestly when I left that night, I wasn't sure I was going to.”

“What changed your mind?”

A whirlwind of emotions tears through my chest. How do I explain without sounding dismal or needy? At least I don’t have to worry about anyone overhearing since we’re alone in the theater.

He sets the popcorn aside and wipes his hands on a napkin then links our fingers together on the armrest. This is why I'm here, this feeling of being cared for, and if I extend it to a level that may not be realistic, I could even say protected.

“You don't have to answer.”

“I don’t mind.” I squeeze his hand. “The other night at the bar, we sat and talked, and I forgot about my illness.”

He brings my fingers to his lips and kisses me in the passionately tender way I’ve already come to love. My breath hitches.

“It would be my honor to help take your mind off things more often.”

“I'd like that, and you have no idea how hard it is to believe I'm saying that. Not that I wouldn't want to be distracted, but I’ve been bogged down in my limitations. I’m spending so much time trying to keep my symptoms from flaring I haven’t been enjoying the time between episodes.”

He listens, asks questions, and once again, helps me feel normal. Then his eyes bore into me as he leans closer, his lips parting.

I want more but worry that I'll get in over my head.

Yet I'm leaning closer, my eyes fixed on his lips. His hand cups the back of my head, gently holding me as he claims me with a kiss.

Reality blurs and I'm lost in him. His touch, his ability to meet me where I am, and his undeniably musky scent drive me wild.

Our lips transition from their light and sweet dance to a more sinful one, tongues exploring, and the knot inside of me winding so incredibly tight I no longer care if we watch the movie. I need release. I want it with Jeff.

Music fills the air and the previews must have started but he claims several more kisses before slowly pulling himself from me.

His hand drags around the side of my chin, our eyes locked. If he asked if I wanted to go somewhere else, I would go. Lubing my vibrator was far less seductive than Jeff’s kisses.

“I promised you popcorn,” he says.

My chest deflates like a balloon popped with a single pinprick.

What I want starts with a P but it’s not popcorn. My eyes drop to his lap when he's looking the other direction to retrieve the popcorn bucket from the next seat. The bulge of his cock is a nice hint that I’m not the only one debating whether the movie is worth our time.

But I linger too long and get caught.

With one hand, he adjusts the front of his pants and after a low, sexy laugh says, “Sorry that kiss got to me.”

He's upfront about it. I don't want him to think I was unaffected.

“I know what you mean.” I take a sip of my soda.

“Want to have some fun while we watch?” His eyes are planted on the screen.

“Sure.” Although I’m not sure what he’s thinking.

He slides a hand onto my thigh and I draw in a jagged breath. His fingers slowly inch my skirt up and I glance around, confirming that we're the only two people in the theater.

He has the hem of my long skirt under his palm, his fingers sliding over my exposed thigh.

We’re lost in kisses again as light from the previews flickers through the theater.

“You wore the perfect skirt. Mind if I slip my hand under here and make my sweet Tabby purr?”

Oh fuck, I'm wiggling in my seat at his question. Dirty talk is apparently a ‘hell yeah’ for me.

“Yes.” I knew from using my vibrator that my heart rate wouldn't accelerate if I didn't move around a lot. Climaxing is a good thing. I definitely chill out afterward. But in a movie theater with someone else, I might get my heart rate up a little more—a risk I was willing to take.

The movie starts and he pulls from our kisses, leaving my lips wanting more, but it’s my lower lips getting the attention now. He slides his hand up my thigh, pressing them apart then brushing his finger over my panties.

“Watch the movie. I’ll do the rest,” he says.

I can’t pull my eyes from the five o’clock shadow that’s framing his smile.

“If you don't look at the screen, I’ll have to lift my hand and turn your head forward.”

A little sound comes from me, a whimper or whine, I'm not sure, but I comply.

“That's a good girl Tabby, good pussy cat.”

Did he just call me a pussy cat? Why is that so hot?

His fingers work their way under the edge of my panties and I’m having trouble making out anything other than the jolts of electricity that shoot through me every time his fingers cross my clit.

I grip the armrest as he controls my body. The darkness of the theater and the loose fabric of my skirt offer cover for what we’re doing. When the ache grows almost unbearable, I realize I should probably be getting him off too.

I slide my hand over, rubbing the bulge in his denim, and the pace of his fingers sliding through my wetness becomes erratic for a second.

He leans his head closer, places his free hand on mine to still it, and whispers, “Just you right now.”

I don't know why and I don't care.

In the next instant, I fall off the abyss of sanity and my orgasm blinds me, carrying me through euphoria. It’s more than I’ve ever done for myself. My eyes close and I breathe through the desire to moan.

The movie makes no sense when it filters back into the fringes of my world. I don't even bother to look at the screen. I turn my head toward Jeff and he's staring at me.

“That was amazing,” I whisper.

“Pussy cats were made to be petted, Tabby. Let me know if you need to relax again before the movie’s over.”

His hand slides onto my thigh and he's leaning in for a kiss when a figure behind him in the center aisle startles me. I cringe, leaning to the far side of my chair. I may have screamed.

Jeff sits forward trying to get hold of my hands.

A brief flash of light on the movie screen illuminates the person's face and I swear it’s the guy from the car but Jeff moves, the screen goes dark, and the figure is gone.

“What's wrong? Tabby talk to me.” He has my hands in his.

Do I tell him that I think some guy’s been watching me? Do I tell him about the creeper caller? Do I tell him that my gut believes the two are the same? And do I say that I think he may have been standing in the aisle?

“Tabby?”

“There was someone behind you.”

“An usher?” He cranes his neck but the person is long gone.

I shake my head. “Someone I sort of know.”

“Someone dangerous?”

“No, not yet.”

“Not yet? What does he look like? I’ll go find him.”

“No, don’t leave me alone. I want to get out of here.” I accept his hand and stand, his arms encircling me, enclosing me in a bubble of safety that I never want to leave.

“Tell me what he looks like so I can watch for him on the way out.”

“Medium build, brown hair…there’s nothing special about him…except that he makes my skin crawl.”

I scan the faces in the theater as we walk out, but there are so many average brunette males it’s hard to take them all in. None of the faces are right.

We walk to the car and Jeff keeps his arm around me. When we're safely inside the vehicle, I explain the caller, the guy in the car, and how nothing has happened.

“Tabby, I don't like the feel of this. Let me take you to my house. I don't want you to be alone tonight.”

I don’t want to be alone. If I don't go home with him, I'm going to have to call Valerie. She would drop everything for me. But for the first time in a long time, she’s not the one I want by my side.

I’m safe when I’m with him. It’s not something I understand, just an intuition, but I have a sense that I can trust Jeff. It’s in the way he looks at me. The way he stands close without infringing on my space. The way he accepts my craziness. The way I feel that I can trust him with my soul.

I accept his offer.

As we drive to his house, he grills me on the situation and I go as in-depth as I can, which gives no more answer than the brief version I gave it first.

The complication of our arrangement becomes apparent when we get to his house.

I have no clothes, no toothbrush, and no condoms if I'm totally honest. The intimacy of being in his arms makes me crave more with him, to deepen our connection. Is it nothing more than a reaction to how I’m feeling vulnerable right now?

He's the perfect host, offering me water, food, and his bed, while he mentions that he’ll sleep in the guest bedroom. His home is huge and elegant and has a security system which adds comfort.

“I don’t want you to think I brought you over for anything other than to keep you safe.”

Swoon. All the more reason to trust him. “You’ve successfully kept me safe. And the guy was probably nothing. I’ve just never messed around in public, it’s nerves.” My voice even sounds convincing to me.

“But someone’s stalking you?”

“Maybe. Probably not.” I wave my hands dismissively.

“I want to—”

“I don’t want to talk about it. I’d rather revisit the moment you cut me off in the movie theater.” I glance at his crotch as a reminder.

“I don’t want to rush you.” He laughs as he pulls a shirt from a dresser drawer. “You can sleep in this if you want. I’ll set a towel and washcloth out for you as well.” He disappears into the master bathroom.

I'm still taking in the grandeur of his bedroom, the large windows, and the furniture that appears to be solid wood, not the cheap laminate knockoffs I have in my house. I stroll toward the shirt he set on the dresser.

I have no intention of being snoopy when he's going above and beyond but a paper, a contract, on the credenza catches my attention.

The header on the paper doesn’t allow me to ignore the name: Club Sin.

In my periphery, I'm aware he’s returned to the bedroom and I want to look away and respect his privacy but I'm curious.

He clears his throat. “It's a club I belong to.”

“Clubs Sin?” I ask as if the name is unclear.

“It's a sex club. It requires membership like the bar where we met, but instead of mingling and meeting people, Club Sin offers a safe place…for more.”

My teeth are digging into my lower lip while I try to sort the myriad questions I want to ask and the ones that can’t quite form themselves yet.

He picks up the contract, a renewal for him, and explains it to me. Bullet points clarify the rules of the club, the safety that it offers and that everyone undergoes screenings and health checks, and that there’s no kink-shaming, which apparently is important because vanilla sex might not exist in this place, but presumably that couldn’t be shamed either.

The pounding of my heart prevents me from fully listening.

He caresses his hands over my upper arm. “We can talk about it.”

Where to start? “Is it a sex dungeon?”

A genuine smile crosses his face. “Just a club. Membership, rules, enforcement...”

“Do you have sex in front of other people? Sorry if these are stupid questions?”

His chest expands with a deep inhale and he walks me to the bed where we sit on the edge and he takes my hands. This is good because the room had started to sway.

“There’s nothing wrong with asking? People only watch if that's the kind of room you want. I use the private rooms.”

“So it’s just you and a woman? Why not bring her home?”

“Neutral ground, but there’s more to it.”

Perhaps it’s my years of not being with a guy, but wet heat pools between my legs and I’m extremely turned on by the idea of a sex club with private rooms and a contract.

His body tenses and a thrill shoots through me that he’s about to share something intimate although I’m not sure what kinks he would be into. I’m not even sure if I can name more than a handful. I should tamp down the excitement but intrigue is winning.

“I have friends that I share with…but we haven't had a woman in a while. It takes the right woman to be comfortable with the three of us.”

I steel my expression as his bomb explodes in my mind. Three?

Dropping my gaze to the carpet, I ask, “Were you going to take me there to be with your friends?”

He runs a hand through my hair pushing it away from where it had fallen between us. It had been a barrier protecting me from the insanity of what he revealed.

“I was going to tell you about them and the club. We’re like brothers, incredibly close.”

Steepling my hands in front of my mouth, silence cloaks the room. I thought it was crazy to let him get me off in a movie theater but three guys in a sex club?

“I’d like to take you.” His words are soft and gentle, not demanding. “It’s very discreet.”

“What if I only want to be with you?”

“I would at least have to let my brothers know I was taking you alone. We share everything.”

“Why?” Is that normal? How does someone get into that?

“We go way back, did time in the Marines and saw some horrible stuff, lost a lot of friends. Life is short. There are no guarantees. And we run a security company together. All we want to do is protect people.”

Interesting that I picked up the strong protection vibe from him. He stands and paces so I wait for him to continue.

“Too many widows were left to fend for themselves. There’s no amount of money an insurance policy can offer that takes the place of a man’s need to protect his woman. The agony and the helplessness weren’t things we ever wanted to leave a woman to deal with. It just sort of happened that we realized we could count on each other.”

“I’m sorry you’ve been through that.” I shake my head. “That’s a lot to process.”

“It's okay Tabby. Sleep here tonight. I'll keep you safe, and if you want to talk about it tomorrow or another day we can.” He plants a long kiss on the top of my head and steps toward the door.

“Jeff, will you sleep in the bed with me please?”

He tips my head up. “Yes, but we’re only going to sleep.” His firm line in the sand is confusing but oddly comforting.

“Okay, but what about the movie theater? That was more than sleeping.”

“I can’t do more than that without telling my brothers about you. We’re a package deal. Would you consider meeting them?”

“I need to think about it.” Have I lost my mind that I’m not asking him to take me home?

“Just sleep, for now, we can talk tomorrow.”

“Thanks.”

He steps to the dresser, grabbing the shirt he offered and as he hands it to me, he says, “We’ll protect you, Tabby.”

Chapter 5

Jeff

The previous week’s date with Tabby couldn't have been more unexpected. I shouldn’t have given in to my need to have her scent on me in the movie theater. She undid me, and with the revelation that she might be in danger, I’m determined to make her ours.

I’d used our security resources to watch her but hadn’t seen any evidence of a stalker. It only moderately calmed my nerves.

I pull my shirt sleeves down from where they bunched up under my jacket then tuck a few strands of hair back into place. I want everything to be perfect for Tabby. It had taken several days, but she’d agreed to go on a date to Club Sin with just me, and I’d been looking forward to it all week.

I’d cleared it with my brothers before she woke up the morning she’d spent the night, letting them know that I’d found the perfect woman, she just needed to be introduced slowly. And I admitted how I’d gotten intimate before telling her about our arrangement. They must have sensed how serious I was because they permitted me to use my judgment.

All week I’d been consumed by the memory of her body curled into my chest with my arms wrapped around her. My dick had threatened to get hard every time she’d breathed or wiggled her ass, but there was no way I could completely disregard my commitment to my brothers. I’d breached the rules more than I could believe.

If Tabby couldn’t accept my brothers, I would have to find a way to keep her out of my heart. I couldn’t seriously entertain that as an option.

Then my mind was back on the sleepless night that had meant I had more time to enjoy the sweet scent of her skin, the curves of her body against mine as she trusted me, and all the talking she did in her sleep.

Mostly nonsense except she kept asking for a person's location. Even in her sleep, she’d worried about the guy that called her at work. The dream had distressed her and I’d stroked her cheek, whispering that everything would be all right, that I would protect her, forever.

I want to show her that my brothers and I can help her relax, help her unwind at the end of her stressful days, and keep the toll of work from seeping into her personal life. Is it hard to be a lifeline for people in distress? In a way she’s helpless. In a way, she’s a god. I've never given 911 operators so much thought, but she didn't get away from her job even in her sleep.

If we ever find out who the creeper caller is, the calls will come to an end. And if someone is stalking her, they won’t be around long enough to regret their decision.

Her parameters for the date were that she wanted to see our room at Club Sin and have me show her the basics of what would happen, with the caveat that she wasn’t sure she was ready to have sex there even though it would offer more privacy than fooling around in a movie theater.

I assured her that she didn't have to dress fancy, the casual top and skirt she'd worn to the theater would be plenty.

When I arrive at her house, I'm astounded by the form-fitting black dress she's wearing. My attention is particularly drawn to the blue sash around her waist. Like my tie, her sash will make an excellent blindfold, or restraint, if she responded well to the club.

During the drive, I have her tell me about her week, making sure she hadn’t had any more troubling incidents. The surveillance we’d done on her couldn’t determine if she’d gotten calls.

Pride swells my chest while I'm walking her into the club. It’s never felt so right.

She's a prize and even though I'm not going to have sex with her tonight, I’m the luckiest guy there.

Stopping in front of Room Two, I say, “This is it. Ready?”

She's cautious but curious and nods, which is likely to leave options open.

I guide her into the room and close the door behind us, keeping the dimmer switch on low. She stands in the middle of the room and turns, taking inventory of the mirrors and curtains that can be pulled over them, the different shaped chairs, and of course the bed.

“It's just a room. I thought you were placating me when you said it's not a dungeon. It’s not a Red Room of Pain.” Her hands relax at her sides.

I breathe easier. “There are different rooms. Some have...equipment for different kinks, but this is a basic room.”

Her hands writhe and I move behind her, wrapping my arms around her, and whisper in her ear, “What you let me do in the movie theater could be considered a kink, it was exhibitionist.”

Her body wiggles with a laugh. “More like an opportunist.”

“That's the spirit.”

I untie the sash from her waist and drag it up, caressing the side of her face with the silk. Then I wrap my free hand around the other end and move the fabric in front of her eyes. “Have you ever used a blindfold?”

“No.”

“Want to try?”

“Um…for…”

“Not for sex. I just want to show you what it's like.”

“Okay.”

Securely fastening it around her head, I step backward. “Leave your hands by your sides.”

A second passes then she asks, “Where did you go?”

I wrap my fingers around the side of her waist and she shivers at my touch. Stepping closer to her back I ask, “Can you feel my body heat?”

“Yes.”

I hover my hand over her shoulder. “Can you sense where my hand is?”

There's a pause and she tilts her head.

“My shoulder.”

I reward her by caressing her arm, stepping in front of her before linking our fingers. I bend and breathe on the swell of her tits.

Her laugh is the sweetest consent.

I move higher, stopping my lips beside her ear, willing myself to remember that I can’t go all the way without Bruce and Malachi meeting her. Even though she’s amazingly receptive and responsive, I can’t push too fast.

She turns, her lips landing on mine, her hands staying by her sides. Our only contacts are our fingers and lips. Her mouth drops open and our tongues entangle. My cock strains in my pants. What would she say about inviting my brothers tonight?

I can’t risk it. I’ll show her how she deserves to be treated then offer to multiply it times three. Then I’ll be able to sink my dick into her. We’ll give her everything she’s ever wanted.

I'm lost in my thoughts of the future when I realize my hands are on her ass, pulling her close, holding her tight against my dick while I thrust my hips, desperate for release.

If I claim her solo and she can’t accept my brothers, they’ll never forgive me. I won’t be able to forgive myself.

Scooping her up, I carry her to the bed. “Can we have a little more fun?”

“Yes.”

I'm unsettled by the way she enchants me. It’s impossible to wait and yet, I can’t expect her to understand how my primal instinct tells me she’s the one.

I stand her beside the bed and lower her zipper, slipping the dress off her body, kissing her skin as it becomes exposed.

She’s on display like a statue of the goddess she is, letting me worship her.

I drape the dress over the back of a chair and admire her trust. The spike heels carry my eyes upward to her calves and if I bent her over, I'd be able to see the pussy that was so gloriously wet at the movies.

My cock thickens. I'm tempted to pull it out but I back off while I stare at her.

She’s doing great. My gaze continues upward, catching the scrap of fabric between her ass cheeks that rises into a waistband.

My fingers itch to dip into the fabric and drag it downward, moving it past her hips then letting it fall to the floor so I can snatch it up and take it home as a souvenir, ripe with the scent of her sweetness.

“Should I do something?” she asks.

“I’m admiring you.”

“Are you going to touch me?”

“I will.”

I force my eyes to the curve of her waist and the slight broadness of her chest. Stepping to the side, I memorize the swell of her soft mounds, beaded nipples, and I have to touch her.

She gasps as my fingers slip to her waist. I press my body into hers, my erection reminding her this isn't easy on me. Yet, I'm loving it, her willingness is amazing, and my balls are so tight they're ready to blow in my pants.

Kissing my way from her shoulder, down her chest, I lick between the curves of her breasts, dragging my tongue onto her bra and tease her nipple through the fabric.

Her hands tangle in my hair as she moans.

“You like that, Tabby?”

“Yes.”

“Do you need me to lay you down?”

“I thought we weren't going to…” Her words trail off as my hand slides down her stomach, into her panties, and my middle finger goes straight over her clit. My breath hitches. She’s soaked.

Her legs wobble and I position myself behind her so I can wrap one of my arms around her waist while I bring her to orgasm with the other.

“I’ve been wanting to do this for you again.”

Her head drops back onto my shoulder and I dip a finger into her cunt. Her walls tighten around me in a divine embrace.

When I get inside of her properly, she's going to milk my dick so hard my balls are going to ache for a week after I take her. Right now, they ache for a whole different reason.

I slide out and massage her mound. Breathing in her scent, feeling her body against mine, I settle into a pace that causes her fingers to dig into my arms. She wobbles on her heels and I steady her. Her mouth drops open and draws air in with her shudders.

Rubbing my face against the silky sash, I treasure the trust she has in me. I’ll never break it, never let anyone hurt this woman who can abandon herself to me.

“I'm so close.” Her words are hurried.

“You're so beautiful, you’re—” I stop myself from calling her mine but my agony escalates when her moans become high-pitched, her body tenses, and her hips buck hard against my hand.

I’m dying to pound my dick into her wetness, draw out her orgasm, give her pussy something to contract around, but thank fuck I have clothes on so I don’t.

However long it fucking takes, I will get there with her.

“Come for me Tabby, let me make that pussy happy.”

Her body slumps forward but I hold her tightly against me. She cries out as liquid coats my hand.

My cock leaks precum inside my pants but I refuse to climax like this. I'll deal with it later in the shower, riding on the memory of this beautiful sight wrapped in my arms, her tits held perfectly by the bra.

When her body sinks into mine, I cradle her in my arms, transferring her to the bed, then I settle between her legs and feast.

Chapter 6

Tabitha

The good thing about having a friend like Valerie is that she encourages me to push my limits while understanding I’m easily exhausted.

The bonus for having a friend like her is that we’re the same size and she's more than willing to let me borrow her dresses.

It’s possible there’s nothing bad about having a friend like Valerie. I hope I can pay her back someday.

It's Friday night again and I'm not asking her to come over and do my hair, but I did buy a few basic supplies like mascara and lipstick.

It's amazing how playing dress up is as fun as an adult as it was when we were kids. The difference is that the dresses fit now, and showing off my curves gives me a mental boost. It doesn't do anything for my energy level but that's okay since Jeff doesn't require me to do too much other than orgasm.

My hands shake as I dab the lipstick and toss the tissue in the trash. I’m ready early so I sit on my couch and wait for my boyfriend, if that’s what he's called, to show up.

Last week he took me to Club Sin and blew my mind with the whole blindfold thing. It eased my nerves tremendously. I love the sense of freedom, that all I have to do is exist and let him ravish me. And I can’t forget the roles played by three orgasms, a great snuggle buddy since I slept at his house again, then the huge breakfast he prepared before driving me home. What more could a girl want?

Perhaps even more men adoring me since tonight I meet Jeff’s buddies. His brothers. The idea of exhibitionism had taken hold. And, since I’m not sure I’ll ever get another chance at a crazy fantasy like this, I told Jeff I want to have sex with him while the other two are present. That request required no arm twisting.

I feel like I'm living a dream with how attentive he is to me and that I’ve been to a sex club and explored kink. He makes it normal.

My insides barely cringe when I remember the first night I spent with him. The scary moment with the figure in the theater was a blip on my radar, getting smaller by the second, the longer I was with Jeff.

My concerns about Creeper Guy are waning since we'd only had a few calls that fit his pattern in the last two weeks. None of them resulted in him making any more weird statements to me.

And the guy in the black car hadn't been parked outside of the call center.

Forcing my thoughts away from that situation, I owe Valerie big-time for convincing me to go to the bar that night. Apparently going out can be more relaxing than staying home.

The whole thing is beyond weird. A few short weeks ago, I would have never believed I’d go to a sex club. Jeff had asked if I'd be willing to get a health check so that I could become a member of Club Sin. I could only go as a guest so many times.

I didn't exactly tell the doctor why I needed the checkup, just that there were specific tests I wanted done. And no surprise to me, I have a perfectly clean bill of health except this stupid fatigue and body aches and brain fog, but that's not the kind of things Club Sin is worried about.

In an hour or so, I will officially be a card-carrying member of a sex club. I glance around my living room which keeps me humbled that most of my life remains unchanged.

A picture of Valerie, Monica and me on the end table catches my attention. There’s a big difference. I never kept secrets from them before but I want to see how tonight goes before telling them what exactly I’m getting into. I guess I expect to understand it better after meeting Bruce and Malachi. Forcing my hands to relax, I take a deep breath. Jeff said they’d love me.

Valerie and Monica wouldn't believe me without the physical card anyway.

Five more minutes before Jeff will pick me up. We’re getting to the club before the other two so I can settle. I try not to worry that they won’t like me.

When Jeff had blindfolded me, it kind of reminded me of my calls at work. I'm involved but I can't see anything, I just have to trust that everything is going the way it should. And when Jeff put his mouth on my pussy, it definitely went the right way.

A tingle rushes through my body at the thought of that happening again, possibly with three different guys. Good lord, what will that be like?

Jeff is right on time as always and I try hard not to blush or let my hands shake when we get to Club Sin and I sign the contract. I can’t be the first person to have a case of jitters.

Once I’m official, we return to Room Two and I sit on the same bed where Jeff had pulled the most mind-numbing orgasm from me. Self-doubt crawls through my mind. How do I introduce myself to these two men when they enter the room? Hi, I’m your fuck toy? There’s a minimum of two orgasms to play. Then what? We all get naked?

“You look nervous Tabby.” Jeff sits beside me and wraps his arm around my shoulders. It’s warm, safe, and sheltering, but it’s not him I’m worried about.

“I didn’t think through how this part would work. How do we get started? It was natural with you, but they know why I’m here and it feels too…” I can’t find the right word.

“We can do whatever you want. Is there anything that would make this easier?”

“Turn the lights off and I don't have to look at them, worry that I’m not pleasing someone.”

“You'll be blindfolded so you don't have to see them. You don't have to be creative. We just want to ravish you like I did. Pleasing you pleases us. And one of us may step back and watch.”

“Yeah, although I won't be the only one to orgasm this time.” A bundle of excitement deposits itself between my legs at the thought of him coming inside of me, and the other two also getting off.

“Right, we'll all finish this time. We’ll go as slow as you need us to, and remember if we get into anything you don't like just tell us to stop. Or use the club’s safe word. You remember what it is?”

“Red.”

He cradles my chin and kisses my lips. “Don’t be afraid to speak up. It’s important that you enjoy this.”

“Thanks. I think I know something I'd like.”

He pulls me onto his lap, the form fit of my dress not allowing my legs open so he sits me across his thighs.

“Anything you want Tabby, you're our little pussy cat and all of us want you to be happy.”

“How do you know they'll like me?”

“I've known these guys forever. I know them like I know myself. Kind of like you and Valerie.”

“Except that we don't do things like this together.” I clarify.

“I guess that’s a good thing for me or you might already be spoken for. Anything else you need?”

“Can I be blindfolded before they come in?”

“If you want. Are you worried about meeting them?”

“I think that if I can’t see them, I’ll trust my instinct instead of trying to look at them and see if I’m making them happy.”

He pepper's kisses over my forehead. “Tabby. You're too good to be true.”

“I could say the same about you. But I still want to do introductions. I just want to be blindfolded when it happens. I'll be less self-conscious.”

“Then that’s how we’ll do it.”

Glancing at his watch, I say, “They'll be here any minute.”

I curse that he didn't want me to have a glass of wine before doing this but I appreciate that he didn’t want any question in regards to my consent. Then there’s the issue that I honestly don't know if I'll do this again after this evening so I want to be fully present. Three guys are a big commitment.

Jeff loosens his tie, wrapping it around one hand as he slips it through his collar, then dangles it to the side, dropping it on the bed.

“Don't we need that?”

“Not for a blindfold but I might want to tie your hands. Would you be okay with that?”

A massive inhale prevents me from hiding my surprise. He wraps one hand around both of my wrists.

“Wouldn't that be a different room?” I ask.

“We can do anything we want as long as everyone agrees. Bruce and Malachi understand that you need to take it easy but you have to tell us where your limits are.”

“I'll tell you, I promise.”

He reaches inside his jacket and retrieves something black and silky from his breast pocket. A blindfold.

I smile and nod then he lifts it and positions it over my eyes.

“How's that?”

It's snug and comfortable. “It's fine. I can't see a thing.”

“Good,” he breathes on the back of my neck and my shoulders bunch.

Part of me wishes it was just going to be the two of us but if Bruce and Malachi are as devoted as Jeff, I’m in for a real treat. The kind I’d only ever thought would be a fantasy.

He nips and kisses at my neck and I loll my head to the side. I'll be drunk on his affections before the other men arrive.

“You’re going to make it hard for me to wait until they get here,” he says, massaging my breasts through the dress.

I wiggle on his lap and the thickness of his erection prods underneath me.

“Are you trying to earn a spanking?” he teases, with a serious hint of hopefulness in his words.

“Does that mean we're putting spankings on the table too?

“Only for naughty pussy cats that need discipline.” His tone is darker and I’m ready to explore so many things that had never seemed normal or fun until meeting Jeff.

My body is on fire with anticipation.

A firm knock on the door brings our intimate moment to a halt. This is it…the moment that I'd told myself to do a mental check. If I have any reservations, I should back out.

Chapter 7

Tabitha

Not only do I not have reservations, my pussy is a wet, hot mess and I hope I haven't soaked through my dress. I don't want to explain that to the dry cleaner.

Jeff stands me up in front of the bed and places my hand on the chair. I appreciate that he offered the orientation. His body heat warms me from the side for a second before he moves away.

His footfalls find their way to the door. There's a pause and a click then there are more footfalls before a voice not quite as low as Jeff’s says, “Getting started without us?”

“She asked to be blindfolded when she meets you.”

I'm not sure what to do. I don't even know if they're looking at me, although I'm sure they are. Can they tell my nipples are beaded? Is that really what I’m going to worry about? I smile.

The door clicks shut and I long for Jeff’s touch again, his protectiveness.

I lift a hand and grab a lock of my hair, twirling it around my fingers. It gives me something to relieve my nerves.

Footsteps approach, taking their place beside me. When a hand covers mine, I recognize it as Jeff’s. He pulls my fingers from my hair.

“Tabby, this is Bruce. Jeff lifts my hand, extending it until strong, thick fingers replace Jeff’s more normal-sized ones.

If Bruce's hand is this big, should I be worried about the size of his cock? I question if I should take the blindfold off and examine the goods before I get myself in a bind but I love this unknown.

“Hi Tabby, Jeff didn't do you justice. I'll give the bastard credit for trying but you're simply stunning. May I turn you around?” Bruce’s voice is decidedly low and gruff in contrast to Jeff’s voice which is not quite as low and is smoother.

He comes across as feral and I’m curious if he’ll be as rough-looking as I imagine when I finally see him. It sparks a craving in me, that he could be savage where Jeff is refined.

“Hi, Bruce.” I remove my other hand from the chair, holding it out to Bruce.” I'm all yours.”

There's a groan from Jeff that eggs me on.

“I belong to all of you. Isn't that how this works, Jeff?” I ask, finding this fantasy outlet liberating, but is it fantasy or is it normal for these guys?

Jeff grumbles agreement.

Bruce takes both of my hands and strokes my arms, reinforcing the enormity of his hands as they swallow my feeble limbs before coming to rest on my shoulders. With his hands comes an outdoorsy scent. In my mind, he’s a lumberjack but Bruce's hands are nowhere near callus enough for that. Plus, Jeff already mentioned they run a security company together. I sense that he’s massive, his voice coming from above when he spoke. I can't quite put words to it other than to say he’s a beast.

But he knows how to temper it because his touch is incredibly gentle and he spins me with such a delicate touch, it’s a request more than a demand.

Then I meet resistance as I'm turning, and stop. My back is to him and one of his hands grips my shoulder, trailing down my spine, and just when I think he's going to grab my ass, he detours along my waist and slides both hands around my hips.

My body hungers to be engulfed by him, to know the physical safety of feeling small and protected in his arms.

He steps closer, his body against mine, and he’s every bit the giant I’d thought. Something touches the top of my head and I realize it's his lips, a gentle kiss, his arms wrapping around my front.

“You're going to fit just right Tabby don't you worry. I'm going to give you to Malachi now but only so you can meet him before I sit you on my lap.”

My body tenses. Did Jeff tell him my request? My thoughts are cut off.

“Not tonight, Bruce,” Jeff’s tone is firm. Whatever their relationship is, size doesn’t intimidate Jeff. His possessive nature knots my core tighter. I want to be owned by him, and I suspect all three of them, if my initial reaction is to be trusted.

“I only said sit.” Bruce lifts his hands, spins me back around so I'm facing him and the other guy who I sense is a few feet away based on small rustling sounds. Jeff is sort of between us and moves away presumably making room for Malachi but Bruce presses a finger to my lips. He’s not quite done with me.

I kiss it then channel my boldness and tease it with my tongue before sucking it into my mouth.

His laugh is a rumble. This is too easy. I chuckle to myself as if I've done anything more than dip my toes in the pool.

“Are you trying to get me in trouble?” Bruce asks?

I slip off his finger, letting my lips smack with a pop as he breaks free.

He lifts one of my hands, extending it to the side, and almost instantly, I'm in Malachi's hands. He's thinner, his fingers are long and lean and he has a commanding presence. His touch is distinctly different than the first two, it’s like he's holding something precious. Nice.

He exudes all of the determination and power the other two men had, and also the respect for me.

“Tabby, I’m Malachi, it's my honor to meet you.” His smooth voice offers an introduction. “Bruce is right, Jeff couldn’t have explained properly how perfect you are.”

“I haven't done anything yet.” It’s intimidating to be considered perfect.

“My dick's already hard.” He lowers my hand, pressing it into his rock-solid erection.

Holy cow, that’s going to feel good. I can’t believe he’s that turned on already.

He pulls my hand up, holding it between his. “Sure, the blindfold’s hot, but knowing you haven't seen us and you're going to let us play is incredibly erotic. But Jeff’s right. You're perfect.”

“He said that?” I accidentally say it out loud.

Jeff answers, “I did. I don't know why Bruce thinks I didn't say enough. Maybe he doesn't understand the meaning of perfect.”

Malachi’s hand lifts mine, repositioning so that our fingers interlace and his other hand does the same. I imagine dancing with him, and since it’s a fantasy world I run with the idea of having enough energy to dance.

My legs are too weak to move though and my breaths are shallow. My skin tingles. Will he kiss me? Am I crazy for doing this?

He steps forward, naturally pressing my hands backward which forces my arms along with them and I'm instantly exposed with the motion. My breasts thrust out and the slight shift tightens the dress around my chest.

At the last moment, when I'm expecting the pressure of his body against mine, Malachi stops. Heat consumes me and I'm curious how soon I’ll be naked. How long before my nipples will be free and one or two of these men will take them? Will the third one watch? Will he find a different part of me to pleasure?

I'm sure I'll end up with someone in my mouth…Bruce might be easier there. But if I’m only going to do this once, I’m not going to be too picky. Is that wrong? Why do I think of these real men as fantasies? This isn’t new to them.

The angle of our hands shifts and hot breath warms the swell of my breasts.

“Please.” I catch myself begging.

“Please what, Tabby?” Malachi asks.

“Please kiss them.”

There's a pause as his hot breath angles away before it returns, quickly followed by a kiss.

More kisses trail from my cleavage outward and he licks his way back across the top then does the same to the other side.

“More?” he asks.

“Yes, please.”

A finger hooks into the center of my dress, pulling it down, rubbing the fabric of my bra over my nipples, making me squirm with even more need.

Malachi's head drops into my cleavage, nudging the fabric out of the way.

My breasts pop free and my nipple is warmed by his tongue.

“May we take your dress off?” Jeff asks, his voice mere inches from my ear, shocking me that I hadn't noticed he’d come closer.

“Yes.” I try to take inventory of where everyone is but I’m in a whirlwind of contact as Malachi works my breasts and an arm reaches around me to get to my zipper.

Malachi still has one of my hands in his and he tightens his grip. It’s like he’s keeping me to himself and I shudder at the thought of being the woman three men desire.

I squeeze my thighs together as the urgency between my legs becomes nearly unbearable. The cool air of the room washes over my skin, increasing my vulnerability as my dress is opened.

Malachi's hand releases me and his nimble fingers reach inside the top of my clothes, guiding the fabric over my arms. It easily falls to my waist and my bra is a mess, leaving my breasts exposed on top of it.

Bruce steps behind me, his huge hands covering my shoulders, before he drags them down my back, catching my strapless bra and unhooking it.

His hands return to me quickly, having discarded the bra.

His large fingers play on my back before sliding around, cupping my breasts, making my more than ample bosom oddly small but he doesn't seem to mind. A growl validates my comparison of him to a beast like a big, burly bear.

Malachi is working the dress over my hips.

He helps me step out, guiding each foot carefully back to the ground.

I don't have defined calves yet he cradles my legs with reverence, trailing his fingers slowly.

“You’re scent already has me addicted, Tabby,” Malachi rubs his nose against my panties, pressing my wetness into me. Then, through the fabric, he dips his tongue in the exact right spot to stimulate my clit, sending me into fits as I wobble in the heels.

It's too much with Bruce massaging my breasts, his body towering overe mine. I don’t know where Jeff is, but the way the two men covet me, leaves me feeling protected.

“Enough,” Jeff states. Hands linger on my body even as I can feel the men pulling away. They hang on to that last second of contact and I welcome it.

Seconds pass before I'm standing alone, arms reach behind me, and Jeff scoops me up.

Malachi removes my shoes and the slight chuckle inside of me notes that Bruce would have been hard-pressed to undo the tiny buckles.

Jeff’s suit presses into my skin and it occurs to me that I’m the only one naked. All I have left are my panties before I'll be bare.

I swing my arms around his neck, hungry for his kisses. His tongue thrusts into my mouth as I'm cradled in front of him. This is the comfort zone I’ve already become used to but he’s right, the group thing is very promising.

Pressure against my sex from below emphasizes how drenched my panties are before a finger tucks inside the fabric and brushes over my wet heat. It’s Bruce taking advantage of the way Jeff is holding me.

My body twitches with each swipe.

“Tabby’s ready for some fun.” he growls.

My fingers are laced in Jeff’s hair, my mouth too busy to answer.

I manage, “Uh-huh.”

Sound from across the room hints that Malachi is undressing.

Bruce slips his finger inside of me and my body clamps around him, more of a just the tip kind of thing but with the size of his finger, it's noteworthy. And he must be unfastening his pants with his other hand because I hear the zipper then fabric slipping to the floor and being kicked to the side.

“Lay her down so we can all play,” Malachi says.

Jeff turns and Bruce’s finger slips out, leaving me sad for the loss. I won’t want for long though as I’m gently lowered onto the mattress, sure to get more than a finger fuck.

The blindfold was a good call. I wouldn’t have been able to look at three men ready to devour my body but I’m desperate to discover the intensity of being fully, intensely satisfied.

The bed dips on the far side of me while lean fingers remove my panties. Everything Malachi does makes me feel precious as if he would drop to his knees and worship me but his hunger is no less evident. He grabs my knees, thrusting them to either side, baring me to him, to all of them, but I’m pretty sure it's his mouth who claims me before I’m worshipped with all of their hands.

So much touch. My taut nipples being rolled through fingers and sucked by a mouth send zings of electricity to my expertly licked clit. Hands trail through my hair, grip my thighs, kisses are on both sets of my lips…my entire body is going to climax.

My clit throbs and begs and swells under his tongue.

He's moved a finger inside of me, stroking my G spot. How many orgasms will I be able to handle? I hope I can last.

The bed shifts again, kisses withdrawing before I hear the zipper of someone’s pants, it has to be Jeff. In a second his cock taps my lips and my tongue darts out, getting a chance to lick his strained tip with each bounce.

My orgasm builds but I don’t want to do this alone. I want one of them to come.

I wrap a hand around Jeff’s girth pulling him into my lips then lift my head and suck him, hollowing my cheeks as if my life depends on it, renewing my efforts each time Malachi takes me to a new level and my gasp makes me lose suction. The guys laugh so I roll with it.

I’m impossibly comfortable with them, already considering that I might be game for hanging out with them again. Once won’t be nearly enough.

Bruce's mouth is on my nipple and it’s possible there’s too much pleasure. Then I lose control. My knees tighten around Malachi’s head while my hips buck into his face and my hand is in his hair, the combination forcing him into the exact right position while my world is blown apart by the orgasm.

The bliss fades or maybe I’m regaining consciousness, I’m not sure where my mind went, but I’ve never orgasmed that hard. Jeff’s cock is still in my mouth but he’s pumping easier while I get my bearing. He pulls out and taps his dick on my lips.

“You ready for me, Pussy Cat?” Jeff asks and any inkling of reservation I had about being watched is gone.

“Yes,” I make my best effort to respond but my body and mind are spent.

The bed shifts as everyone withdraws then a cock prods at my entrance.

Jeff is the only one touching me. I’m exposed and I don't care. Quite the contrary, I love being worshipped.

He teases his tip back and forth over my clit, creating the swirls of a new orgasm deep inside.

My breaths come between kisses when he leans over me.

“Are you ready for all of us? I’ll be in your pussy, but they’ll join in.” Jeff asks.

“I want all of you.”

Bear, I mean Bruce's growl of a voice says, “I'm going to shoot my load on your tits while he's fucking you. I'm not going to mark you on the inside tonight but you’re going to wear my scent.”

“Okay,” I say, second-guessing that I should have a sexier response than simple agreement. I reach a hand toward him, dragging it over his massive thigh. It sounds like he’s stroking himself and I let him own it since the less animalistic voice of Malachi distracts me.

“This is my fucking mouth, Tabby.” A finger brushes my lips. “You’re going to swallow my cum, drink all that milky goodness up like a good little pussy cat.”

I lick my lips. How can I return to my world after this? My orgasm is dangerously close to breaking free with their dirty talk. Eager to dive into this fantasy, I add, “I'm ready.”

Strong thrusts as Jeff buries himself inside of me are met with groans and growls emanating from everywhere. For a second, I’m protected by Jeff with his body still on mine.

My fingernails dig into Bruce’s thigh as Jeff fills me. There’s no doubt they’re watching. I can’t believe how turned on I am. I want it all…their hands, their mouths, their cocks. I want more than a fantasy. I want them.

Have I unknowingly needed three guys to complete me?

Jeff lifts from my chest, giving everyone access to my body.

Malachi's thumb breaches my lips, catches on the top of my teeth, and tucks my chin down. As his erection stretches my mouth, I learn his salty taste, then he plunges deep into my throat. I wrap my arm around his leg and grab his ass, savoring the flex of his muscles with every thrust. When we coordinate our rhythm and I suck hard, he swells. He's as close as I am.

But I’m still dying to know if Bear’s cock is as big as the rest of him. I lift my hand from his leg and the sound of stroking stops before my wrist is encircled by his large hand.

“Don’t worry Pussy Cat. When it’s my turn I’ll be gentle.” He places my hand on his steel rod of a cock.

Holy fuck! Will that fit inside of me? I can't quite wrap my fingers around it which only makes me hornier if that's even possible. I’m tempted to rip my blindfold off but succumb to the abandon. My mouth waters around a dick and my pussy spasms around a cock.

Bear’s hand guides mine for a moment. It’s insanely seductive to be shown what he wants.

I'm going to let go. I don’t have much choice. I’m on the edge and all three men are pushing me over. Moans rip from me as I clamp around Jeff’s erection.

Bear’s growls are strained as rope after rope of hot cum hit my chest. I drift in and out of the moment. His hand has left mine and he’s massaging my breasts with the slippery load of his release.

“Fuck,” Malachi says and a slight interruption in rhythm lets me know he's about to climax before he shoots into my mouth. I take it, swallowing, sucking, swallowing, sucking until his thrusts stop and his hand gently brushes my forehead, stilling me. His cock is still hard in my mouth and I tease every last drop from him until he pulls out, letting his cock drag on my cheek while Jeff finishes.

Thrusting harder and faster, Jeff rocks my body back and forth, his release sending me into another orgasm as he pistons.

I'm blindfolded but my entire world goes blank as the release explodes inside of me. He pumps as his warm cum spills out, coating my ass until we're just lying there.

Then I drift through the tender caresses from all directions, the scent of so much sex, and the absolute fullness I’m experiencing in every way.

Jeff slumps over me as the other men reposition, both resting on the bed next to us. I can no longer make out the differences where one man ends and the other begins, or even where I end and begin. We’re one. We’re whole.

I’d heard of a reverse harem but never thought I’d experience one. So many bodies. So much contact. And if I’m not wrong, so much love. Am I foolish to think it’s more than a kink they wanted to try? Will I ever be the same?

Jeff lifts off of me, everyone planting kisses before moving away, which takes a minute because there are so many parts of me that are kissable. Without seeing their movements, I’m tickled by each unexpected contact.

“I better get you home, Pussy Cat. I know you need your rest and this was a big night,” Jeff says.

I want to sink into the bed, stay lost in the moment forever but he’s right, I need to rest after this. If I stay, I’m going to want more.

“I’ll take your blindfold off.” Malachi reaches around my head.

“Wait. Is it weird if I want to stay in the moment?”

“Not at all but if you stay sprawled and naked, I’m going to beg you to give me a turn in your pussy. If you need rest, we better go.” Bear’s low voice informs me.

“Will you dress me and carry me to the car?” I ask, hoping I’m not taking the kink too far.

“With the blindfold on?”

“It’s not that I don’t want to see you. It was just so amazing, I’m not ready to face the real world.”

The men comply with my request, cleaning me up first. It's kind of funny and awkward having someone else dress me especially when it's three guys and one of them has hands that aren't meant to do certain small tasks like hooking my bra. Getting it off was much easier.

But they get it done and it's a light moment for us to end the evening on, full of happiness on top of everything else they gave me. Part of my life has been given back as I now know I can do something enjoyable.

Jeff carries me out of our room, into the club and I pray that all of the patrons adhere to the rules of no kink-shaming. Three men and a blindfolded woman can’t be an everyday sight.

I'm cradled into Jeff, breathing in the scent of all three men, and their different touches continue to flit through my mind.

If my memory serves me correctly, we should be near the exit. Other voices come and go but I don't process much other than this beautiful world of sensation. Club Sin might be the key to finding happiness.

A guy calls out Malachi’s name and he excuses himself but plants a kiss on my head before leaving.

“I'll get the door,” Bear says and the heat of his body moves away from me. It’s just me and Jeff.

“That was amazing,” a voice says, and I couldn’t agree with the words more but it pulls me back to reality, creating unease. Do I recognize the voice from the calls? I can’t freak out every time I’m with Jeff. And I can’t freak out in Club Sin. The ink is still wet on my membership. I have to keep my cool until I’m sure.

A woman’s voice comes from the same location. “I can't wait to find out all of your kinks.”

“You will.” It’s so little to go on but it has to be Creeper Guy.

The cocoon of my fantasy world no longer protects me as adrenaline spikes through my body. I tighten an arm around Jeff’s neck and remove my blindfold with the other hand. No one’s between us and the door that’s being held open by a man who must be Bear but that’s where the voices had come from. Am I paranoid?

I’m vulnerable, curling into Jeff’s chest. I’m not even certain who I was in the room with. Other people are nearby and one might be Malachi but I don’t know where he went. How can I trust anything I’m seeing? Should I say something?

Jeff holds me tighter and stops. “I thought you wanted to keep the blindfold on?”

How can I be sure it's the same voice with so few words? I’d recognize him if I saw him.

“Did someone just leave?” I ask Bear without confirming he’s the guy who just jizzed on me. It’s him. I sense it. And if I wasn’t panicked, I’d be drooling over how thick he is.

“Yeah,” he says, his brow furrowed.

“Take me outside,” I demand, not wanting to leave the safety of Jeff’s arms.

The coolness of the night prickles my skin and I glance around. My eyes attempt to readjust to the dark and I can’t make out anyone in the parking lot.

“What's wrong Tabby?” Jeff’s voice is tense and Bruce stands close, sandwiching me.

What will they do if I tell them Creeper Guy might have been here? And what if I’m wrong?

“I heard a voice.”

“The guy who calls you at work?” Jeff nods to the side and Bear takes off toward the corner of the building.

“Maybe. I’m not sure. Just take me home please.”

“You’re shaking. Tabby, we’ll protect you.”

I am shaking. No point trying to deny my unease.

A car speeds from the far end of the parking lot to the road but I can’t get a good look. I cringe at the possibility it’s Creeper. Do I have a stalker? Am I about to accuse an innocent man of something?

I’m too worried and confused.

Bruce returns to us. “He was already pulling out.”

“Set me down.” I peck Jeff’s cheek to reassure him but he doesn’t buy it.

When I’m on my feet, Bruce wraps me in his jacket. It hangs on me and I have to hold it closed as I explain the caller and the possible sightings to Bruce.

“It could have just been a similar voice,” I add.

Bear grumbles. “That fucker. I held the door open for a guy who meets your description. I’ll find him.”

“Don’t do anything rash. I’d have to see him to be sure, but he hasn’t done anything to me.”

“He scared you.” Bruce’s statement is so definitive.

What lengths will they go to protect me? Is there more to this lifestyle than I’m ready for? I’m intimidated by the possibility they’ll circumvent the cops.

“Let law enforcement handle it.”

“If they get to him first.”

The feral nature I’d sensed in Bruce has simmered to the surface. I’m not sure I’m ready for this kind of intensity.

“I’ll talk to the cops. Just take me home.”

Chapter 8

Jeff

Tabby’s reaction to the voice plagued me through the night.

Why did she wait those few seconds to say something? The guy slipped right past us. Even more concerning, Tabby insisted on going home alone. The compromise was that the guys and I were going to watch her house.

She didn’t want us taking matters into our own hands but none of us could sit back and potentially let her get hurt.

In a different circumstance I would have told her we were going to put surveillance on her but she was pushing us away, I could feel it.

A sharp contrast to how she'd given herself so freely, trusting us. If I didn’t tell her we were going to stake out her house, she couldn’t tell us not to.

Trust is vital but so is protection. The two are currently at war inside of me. Bruce and Malachi were equally as concerned. We’d talked through the night, long after dropping Tabby off.

We’re certain that she's the one. That makes our dilemma all the harder. If we scare her by handling a situation that she asked us not to, we could run her off.

None of us know how we would survive without her. It's hard enough to find a woman who's willing to let three men love her, but finding the right woman could be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

We also agreed that I would be the only one to contact her. After waiting hours for the sun to come up, I send her a text message.

Me: We miss you. How are you doing after last night?

I don't expect a response right away yet my chest is heavy when it doesn’t come.

She'd told me she sleeps in on the weekends. If she’s like most people and checks her phone first thing when she wakes up, my message will be waiting for her.

The delay only makes matters worse.

I'd checked with the owners of the club, and explained the tenuous situation, but they couldn’t give details immediately.

I call them back after letting them check records. They hadn't had any male guests that evening which meant every male in the club was a member. That would make it even harder to figure out which guy alarmed Tabby.

It’s too much of a coincidence for her stalker to be a member unless he’s new. I think back to the first night I brought her to the club. Had he followed us and joined? I explain that possibility and point out this guy could have become a member in the last week.

With the club’s strict confidentiality, they can't tell me the names of the new members but they agree to take another look at the applications, and if I can give them a better physical description or further identifying information, they’ll pursue it.

My gut refuses to let this go, which leaves us at Tabby's mercy.

I grab a bite to eat with Bruce and Malachi when we halt our surveillance to regroup. The guy hadn’t shown all night, which doesn’t surprise us after the close call at the club.

As if waiting for all of us to be together, Tabby texts.

Tabby: Thank you for last night. I'm fine.

I share the blunt text with them. They’re bound to be as crushed as me that she’s not more open.

Bruce says, “I'm fine? We're getting a fucking blow off after what we had with her?”

Malachi says, “That's harsh dude, she might have a stalker, and we’re not exactly not stalking her. Any progress on figuring out who this guy is?”

“The club owners are double-checking new memberships with who was in attendance last night but if Tabby doesn't give us more to go on, their hands are tied.”

“And not in a good way,” Bruce adds.

Me: If you're only fine, we didn't do it right.

The guys nod agreement when I show them the text so I hit send.

Tabby: I'm tired

Bruce groans. “That, I believe. What’s going to happen when we all take a turn though? Will it be too much?”

“When she stroked your cock while deep-throating me and getting pounded by Jeff, it didn't seem like we were too much.”

“She took us like a pro without seeing either of you. Damn, she's hot. It’s not about us. She’s pulling back because of the fucker who’s singled her out.

I tap another message into my phone: Can we take you to dinner tonight?

Tabby: I better stay home and rest.

Me: We can bring take out. Just dinner, nothing else.

“Sorry I wasn’t there to help. At least she didn’t freak out when she saw Bruce is a behemoth,” Malachi jokes.

Bruce glares at him. “Couldn't even get her hand around my dick. She knows who's got the beef.”

“That’s probably what scared her.”

It’s normal for us to ease tension with laughter but I can’t handle it right now. “All right guys, this is serious. What’s our game plan? How do we find the prick?”

After some discussion, we don’t have a lot to go on other than the guy seems to be following her, even parking outside of her workplace. That's where we have to be—wherever she is. We arrange a schedule to keep a tail on her at all times. Thankfully we have experience keeping people safe, but usually, they hire us.

My phone dings again and we each jerk our attention to the screen.

Tabby: That's a nice offer but I need some time.

Anger and frustration rear in my chest. We all must be feeling the same thing and nobody speaks for a moment.

Bruce's voice is barely audible, “We can't lose her.”

I add, “Not as our woman or to this creeper.”

Malachi asks, “Stick to the plan and make sure she doesn't see us?”

“I don't see much other choice.”

Me: We're here for you Tabby, even if you just need to talk about what this is.

Tabby: Thank you

No one says a word.

Monday, I take my shift outside the call center and it’s uneventful. I use the time in my car to make calls, taking advantage of different parking places so as not to look conspicuous. I even went for a refreshing walk.

I told myself it was a good thing the guy didn’t show but it didn't solve the problem of whether she had a stalker or not. I had one intent—keep Tabby safe.

Then my day found its glorious high point. She walked out of the building with her friend from the club that first night, Valerie. That woman's a firecracker to be sure, and I have a hard time believing she hasn't found a guy yet, but it will take a strong man to handle her. Or maybe more than one. Has Tabby told her about Club Sin?

They walk slowly, a pace I recognize from my time with Tabby. The voyeur in me is having a field day witnessing my pussy cat when she doesn't know she's being watched.

Both women survey the area, clearly looking for him but he's not here. I'd wanted the asshole to show up on my shift. My need to protect her, not just know she's protected, ran deep.

The women smile and laugh as they cross the parking lot.

The first thing I realize once she starts driving is that she's not going home. The shocker comes when she stops at a real estate agency a few minutes away. I park at a neighboring business.

Is she moving?

This could be tricky and as much as I hate to not be able to personally carry out every part of my plan, I call Malachi. She hadn't seen him. Per our plan, he'd been designated as my backup and was at a coffee shop nearby in case something came up.

I explain the scenario as he drives to the agent's office. We make a plan based on our hunches that Tabby might be looking for a more secure location so Malachi is going to pretend that he’s helping his sister find a home. It's going to be tricky but we can't lose Tabby.

Thankfully she chose a single real estate agent, not an office with many. Malachi pulls into the parking lot within minutes and heads into the agent’s office.

I text her while she's inside.

Me: Thinking of you.

When Tabby's finished, she gets into her car and starts it but instead of backing out, she must be checking text messages because my phone dings.

Malachi remains inside working his magic on the real estate agent.

Tabby: I don't think the club thing is for me. I'm sorry. I can pay you back for the membership.

What the hell? A brick plunges from my chest to my stomach.

I stare at her car. Is she waiting for me to respond?

Me: If the club is the problem, let me take you to dinner so we can talk.

Tabby: It's more than that.

My fingers clench as she figuratively slips from our grasp. I can't let this happen. And I can't send another text. I jump out of my car and stride to her.

I’m relieved that her door is locked and as I knock on her car window, she startles. The look on her face is not one I ever want to see again. She's not just surprised but angry.

I motion for her to roll her window down.

She's tearing into me before she even gets it halfway lowered. “What are you doing here? Are you following me?”

“Yeah, because from what you said, that’s already a problem. Someone’s threatening you. We can't let anything happen.”

“There are no threats. I'm fine.”

I glanced at the building she's parked in front of.

“Fine? Is that why you're moving?”

“It's none of your business.”

“Yes, it is. I don't take just anyone to the club. You're special. I don't know how to say that to you except that I can't get you off my mind. Malachi and Bruce feel the same way. We're not going to let anything happen to you.”

“I can't be the woman you need. I barely keep up with my own cooking and cleaning. I can't add sex toy to the list. And you don't have to worry about keeping me safe, I'm moving to a gated community.”

She backs out of the parking space and I let her go. For now.

Malachi, Bruce, and I meet later to discuss our problem. The good news about her rant is that she revealed enough for Malachi to know which house she’s seriously considering. The realtor had shown him a listing for a small house in a gated community.

Next step...buy the house.

We keep following her and it wears on me that this mystery guy hasn’t turned up.

I’ve resisted texting her but give in after a few days because it’s killing me that she doesn’t trust us.

Me: To be clear, we will take care of you in every way. You’ll never have to cook or clean again.

A message pops up from her but it’s a voice message instead of a text. I’m ecstatic at the thought of hearing her sweet voice again.

Once I listen, my mood changes.

Tabby says, “I can't go back to the club. The creeper guy that calls me at work is calling again. Yesterday he said, ‘You don't get a happy ending if I don't’, and today, ‘Too bad you couldn't see me, at least I know your kink now’.”

My world stops. My gut had been right. As had hers. The guy at the club was her caller.

I dial her number and she doesn't answer. I text and there's no reply for several minutes.

I can't get her off my mind. Tabitha had so beautifully turned herself over to us and when she asked me to carry her out while still blindfolded, I thought we'd accomplished the perfect evening.

When a text finally comes from her it clarifies that she is at work and is putting her phone away.

It's not my day to follow her but I let Bruce know that I'm adding myself as backup. Her stalker’s upset and getting cocky, which means he’s about to make a move.

Malachi and I end up piling into Bruce's SUV temporarily so we can discuss how to bump up our plan and keep her safe even if she doesn't want us in her life. We all pretend that we're strong but I know each of us is breaking.

We'd bought the house with cash and planned on letting her know it was a gift and would give it to her once we had the insides fixed up but it’s time to get her in and safe.

We're in the back corner of her parking lot and Malachi and I are parked close by in case we need to get in our own cars quickly. If something goes down Bruce can drive this SUV as good as anything.

Tabby and Valerie step outside of the building and pause, contrary to their usual casual nature that carries them through the parking lot.

They scan the side street and Valerie's holding Tabby's hand. This can't continue. Nobody should make a woman feel threatened.

The guys and I have been watching the parking lot and the side street just as the girls have now done and everything's fine.

They proceeded past the rows of cars and I'm frustrated with Tabby for not getting a police escort since this asshole has now made it known he's following her. She works in the same damn building as the police.

A dark SUV parks on the street and my gut tells me something’s up. Is that the stalker? I point it out and the guys agree it looks suspicious.

Tabby gets to her car uneventfully, they part ways, and Valerie drives away. The dark vehicle doesn’t move. Tabby pulls out a minute behind her. It still doesn’t move. False alarm?

Malachi and I are about to bail from Bruce's vehicle so he can follow her to her house when a van speeds from around the corner slamming its brakes in front of her car.

I bolt out, my heart choking my throat. It’s him.

A guy jumps out of the driver's seat as his large side door opens. He has a tire iron in his hand and runs to her driver's door. Her tail lights come on but he's bashing the window in.

I'm running toward them while Bruce and Malachi tear through the parking lot in Bruce’s vehicle.

I'm yelling at the asshole to stop, to get away from her, and I can't wait to take him out.

Tabby’s scream rips my heart from my chest.

He has the door open and is trying to pull her out as I get to the vehicle.

I glance at the tire iron which he dropped but it’s too far away. I can't waste a second. My hands are reaching for him as I approach and the second I can wrap my hands around his arm, I'm throwing him to the side.

Bruce slams on the brakes to avoid hitting him but quite frankly I wouldn't have cared if he did. I might have preferred it. The dark SUV races up beside him and two police officers jump out.

Tears stream down Tabby's face as she stares at the man face down on the ground. The pounding of my heart shakes my body as I assess that she’s safe.

Bruce is on top of the guy, pinning his arms behind his back, while Malachi monitors the situation from a slight distance.

I reach for Tabby’s hand, silently begging for her trust, lifting gently, and she lets me guide her out of the vehicle. I wrap my arms behind her, lifting her to my chest and cradling her to keep her safe, then carry her from the scene.

Chapter 9

Jeff

The owners of Club Sin had flagged a new member’s account after I talked to them, and they’d notified the cops of the situation. The possible link had been the connection the cops needed to figure out who was abusing the 911 system and harassing Tabby. They’d been following the guy and the attempted kidnapping secured his involvement.

The police took Matt into custody, and with his name, we expect they'll be able to determine how he targeted her.

That's a problem I'm certain will be solved because he'll either be behind bars or my brothers and I will make sure he never scares a woman again.

The other problem is more of an unknown. Tabby was appropriately frightened by the attempted kidnapping and had agreed that we could take her home. With her permission, we’re making one stop on the way.

We make official introductions but she’s not in the mood for small talk. She lets Malachi wrap his arms around her like I’m doing, and we hold her in the middle row of seats while Bruce drives since her car is being towed for repairs.

Holding her, I’m not sure I can ever let go. What if she thinks we’re too obsessive? What if she can’t understand who she is to us? My mouth is dry as we pull up to the gated community.

She doesn't look up to see why we're stopping.

Bruce rolls his window down, enters the gate code, waves to the guard on duty, then proceeds forward.

Having Tabby pressed into my body, I'm a step closer to breathing again. It means volumes that she trusts us to hold her in her time of fear. And there's a glimmer of hope that she trusts us enough to be the missing piece in our lives.

Malachi strokes the side of her face. The heaves of her chest as another sob breaks from her are becoming fewer and farther between.

I suspect her eyes are closed as her head leans into my chest.

When we pull up to the house I say, “We have a gift for you. The idea was to get it fully remodeled, but we can have furniture moved in right away if you want.”

Her head lifts slowly and her mouth drops open as she views the house.

“This is...” Her words trail off.

“The house you wanted.”

“How did you know?” She glances between the three of us.

“When I said we would take care of you in every way, I meant it. The house is yours if you’ll accept it.”

“I can't let you buy me a house, plus Creeper won't be bothering me anymore. Although a gated community is still a good idea.”

Malachi reveals the next step of our plan. “We have two gated community options for you. The first is that you can accept this house whether you want us in your life or not, although we hope you'll accept us too.”

Bruce interjects, “I like the second option better. We bought another house tucked in the back of this community and it's big enough for all of us.”

She lowers her gaze and my body tenses as her hands toy with the hem of her blouse.

“Why are you doing this? Why are you so nice to me?”

“We've been looking for our woman for a long time. Jeff knew you were the one the second he saw you.” Malachi opens his phone and scrolls through text messages. “Here's what he sent the night he met you.”

He angles the phone toward her and I read my own text: I found our missing piece.

She leans her head to the side and kisses my fingers as I caress her shoulder.

“That's how confident I was, and still am Tabby. After you did the scene with me and then another one with us at the club, it only solidified my certainty.”

The other two nod and voice their agreements.

“We're all good at trusting our instinct. Each of us believes that you are our fourth. And we know that you feel it too.”

The car is silent as we let her process the situation. Seconds feel like hours and I stop myself from pressuring her.

“I don't understand how this works. I can’t ask you to pay my mortgage.”

“There’s no mortgage. We bought it with cash and have a contract drawn up to transfer it into your name. No strings attached. Our priority is to know you’re safe.”

She nods. “But you said there’s another house? A bigger one?”

Bruce puts the vehicle in reverse. “Want to go see it?”

She raises her hands. “Not yet.”

“What is this thing you're proposing between us?”

I want her to hear from my brothers so I glance at Bruce who offers, “If you accept us, we’ll take care of you in every way. Both houses will be yours so if you ever get tired of Jeff forgetting to put the toilet seat down or Malachi leaving dirty socks in the living room, you can kick us out or just escape while they pull their shit together.”

Shooting him an evil glare, I say, “We’re not perfect but we’re trainable. What do you say? Give us a chance?”

She laughs and the mood in the car lifts. “I admit it, when it was just Jeff and me, I felt safe and protected but when I was with all three of you...I don't even know how to put it into words.”

“That's what we're talking about. It’s just right,” Malachi says.

“I don't mean to be rude or doubt this could work, but I can't maintain a household. I need a lot of downtime. It affects my housekeeping standards. And I eat a lot of TV dinners.”

“That's why I'll be your driver and cook,” Bruce says.

“I'll keep up with day-to-day tidiness and I'm sort of the handyman but we'll have a maid once a week and lawn service,” I say, my heart lightening that she could come around.

She looks toward Malachi and we all laugh.

“I grew up with three older sisters. You need a mani, pedi, hair or makeup done, or even clothes shopping…I'm the resident expert. Being the youngest meant I spent a lot of time with my sisters babysitting me.”

“Is there anything left for me to do?”

Another round of laughter fills the car. Bruce says, “Just lay back and let us do the work.”

She shakes her head. “I'll pitch in when I can but if I overexert myself and have a flare-up, I can be laid up for days. Going to work takes everything out of me sometimes. I might not even have the energy to…you know…lay back.”

“Then that’s the incentive for us to do everything in our power to make sure you don’t overexert yourself,” Malachi reassures her.

Bruce jumps in, “You don't need to lift a finger unless it's to tickle my balls, Tabby.

Malachi shakes his head, “What he's trying to say is that you don't have to do anything. We have it covered. You don't even have to work.”

“Wow. That's a bit much. I'm going to keep working no matter what. I don’t want to lose my independence, it's a matter of pride and common sense. Most couples don’t stay together. I don’t know what the stats are on foursomes.”

“We won't take away your independence. You can make all the decisions you want. We just want you to save your energy for the important ones. And us taking care of you doesn't make you dependent, it just lets us treat you like the pussy cat you are.”

“Pussy cat?”

“What do pussy cats do other than lay around and let people love on them all day? That's what we want to do with you.”

“Of course, that’s how you meant pussy. I guess we better look at the other house.” She bites her lower lip as her mouth breaks into a smile.

My entire body feels lighter as she all but accepts our offer.

“I love you, Tabby,” I say, and Bruce and Malachi quickly jump on to my statement professing their love.

She looks into my eyes. “I love you too.”

My ego takes a giant pat on the back that she addresses me first.

Then she turns to Malachi. “I love you too but Valerie might be jealous if you take over all the girlfriend activities.”

“I’m sure we’ll work it out,” he says.

Then she turns to Bruce. He's staring over his shoulder, practically pouting that she's addressing him last. “And I love you too, big boy.” She chucks him under the chin and we bust out laughing.

She's going to work out just fine.

Epilogue

Tabitha

I’m lounging on the back deck when Bruce sets a pile of finger sandwiches on the table. He’s made several flavors and I wish I could taste them all but I could never eat that much. Luckily the kitchen is one of his favorite hangouts and he’s always preparing something delicious.

Choosing one of the sandwiches, he pulls the top piece of bread off, then sets the portion with filling on the ground for Grizabella.

She rubs against his leg then licks the treat. He scratches her then sits beside me. “Eat up.”

Grabbing a bready triangle, he stuffs the whole thing into his mouth.

“How am I supposed to pick when you make so much good food?”

He shrugs and picks up another. “We’ll never make you pick.”

Extending the sandwich, he offers me a bite, smirking at his innuendo. The sandwich is creamy pimento cheese yumminess. Before I’ve swallowed, he downs the rest of the little sandwich and picks up another.

Realizing what he’s doing, I lick my lips and open for another bite. This one’s cucumber. Once again, he gives me a bite then eats the rest.

We do this through each iteration of sandwich he’s made and I’m getting full. I check the clock. “I better get ready for tonight. I thought Malachi was coming home first, have you heard from him?”

“He got held up on a job, but don’t worry. Just put your dress on, you don’t need all that makeup and hair stuff anyway. I’m just going to mess it up.”

“Promises, promises.”

He growls and scoops me out of my chair. “If you tease me, we won’t make it to the club.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing. We could just tell the guys to come home.”

“And miss our one-year anniversary at Club Sin? Not a chance.” He deposits me in my room. “Meet me at the car in ten minutes.”

“Ten?”

“How long does it take to put a dress on?”

I close the door in his face and laugh as his grumbles disappear down the hallway. I think back over the year as I select what to wear. Some things like my job and my chronic fatigue remain unchanged, although with three men to do the heavy lifting around the house, I have fewer flare ups.

Other things like having a stalker are completely different. Matt is behind bars and the guys promise me he won’t be a problem if he ever gets out. It turns out I had been the 911 operator on a call when his girlfriend died. A recording of the call had been played on the evening news. While my name was never mentioned, he’d heard my voice and wanted me to pay for not getting help to his girlfriend in time.

But that was a lifetime ago. The only reason Valerie and I scan the streets when we get off work these days is to see if any of our guys have shown up. They sometimes surprise us to get time alone.

She was so intrigued by my situation, she ended up finding her own set of guys, which prompted Monica to do the same. Who would have thought the TV dinner eating, Netflix-binging friend would open the door to so much sexiness?

***

Bruce carries me into Club Sin. It’s become a thing. The guys carry me in and out, every time. Regulars might think my legs don’t work since they’ve never seen me walk, and it’s not so far from the truth afterward. I’m limp by the time we’re finished.

Stopping in front of Room Two, Bruce unlocks the door. Jeff and Malachi are inside, the bed and floor are covered in rose petals and candles offer the only light.

They talk over each other, wishing me a happy anniversary, and take turns kissing me while Bruce has me in his arms.

Jeff passes out champagne and Bruce sets me on my feet while we kick the evening off.

I’m eager to celebrate with my guys, and motion for Malachi to undo my zipper. He’s about to find out my little surprise.

He’s peeling my dress from me when he pauses. “Fuck, where are the rest of your clothes?”

Bruce shoves my dress down and it’s no longer a secret that I don’t have a bra or panties on.

“You weren’t there to help me pick so I went without.” Not to mention, I didn’t want any excuse for them to delay getting their hands on me and their cocks in me.

I rub a hand over the front of Malachi’s strained slacks then upward, taking his tie in my hand. “Let’s get this party started.”

Hands and mouths take over my body. I’ll never tire of being worshipped. Tire may be the wrong word but the way they make me feel like a queen, or pussy cat, as they prefer, reminds me that my life can be enjoyable.

My clothes and shoes are gone. A hand rubs over my sex. My mouth is claimed by passionate kisses. And stress washes away from my body as hands massage every part of me. But as insanely handsome as they all are, I love the surrender that the blindfold offers.

“Forgetting something, boys?”

All seduction stops and I tuck my finger under Jeff’s tie. A wicked grin covers his face as he removes his tie and wraps it around my head.

“I can still see. Sure you don’t want to use the blindfold?”

Malachi undoes his tie and adds it. Then a second later Bruce’s tie finishes the effort.

One of them drops to his knees and nuzzles my belly before forcing my stance wider so he can lick my clit.

The sound of clothes hurriedly being ditched humors me but I’m already dropping into my fantasy world, ready to exist for the sole purpose of pleasure.

All of my senses normally go to work guessing whose body parts are where but tonight, I’m going a step further, allowing myself to fully immerse with no interpretation. They joke about petting the pussy cat, and tonight, I’m going to embrace that fully.

Hands and mouths return to my body and I’m lifted. A thick erection prods underneath me as I’m held.

“Let’s do something different tonight,” I say on a whim.

“As long as I get to fuck you, I’m in.” Bruce always has a way with words.

“Pass me around. Don’t let me touch the floor. I want to feel like I’m floating all night long.”

A hand turns my head to the side and lips crash onto mine while arms reach around, kneading my breasts and toying with my nipples. And the cock still prods at me from below. My body is consumed and that’s where I want to be.

The cock fills me and I become a volatile toy in their hands. An orgasm builds until I’m no longer able to hold myself up. My walls tighten around the thick shaft. Jolts of electricity shoot through me. The men ease my body through the release, slowing their efforts as cum spills out of me.

“Fuck, you’re hot with all of our ties binding you.” The words flit through my mind as the cock slides out of me, leaving me hungry for the next.

My insides are still warm.

I’m passed to the next one and I wrap my legs around the narrow waist as I’m eased onto a fully primed cock. My sex welcomes the new shaft and the slow pumps he makes as he lifts and lowers my body.

All I have to do is exist, float, and orgasm. A firm grip on my breast pulls me out enough for a mouth to capture my nipple, a tongue alternating between flicking and sucking. My head is turned the other direction with kisses moving over my neck and mouth as moans surround me. We work in synchronicity as the cock inside of me swells. A finger is on my clit and my body can’t resist the sweet torture of being played from the inside and out.

I’m so complete with them I can’t believe I almost walked away.

I slide my mouth out of the kiss and nip at his ear, sucking as my orgasm nears the breaking point. Then I’m gone, shuttled from the real world into carnal bliss as they ease me through another orgasm.

Forcing my attention back to the moment, I savor the punctuated thrusts and whispers of love as he releases inside of me. I slump into him and the other two focus their attentions on the rest of me so I can drape myself. Adding another lover’s scent to the sex cocktail filling the room plays to my heightened senses as the spent cock slowly pulls out, leaving my body with a sense of emptiness.

“My turn,” is growled as hands envelope my waist and take ownership.

My legs can’t wrap around the giant’s waist but strong arms help hold me in position. The thickness of his tip presses against my slippery entrance, and still, it catches my breath.

I can pretend I don’t know who’s who, but I do, and there’s no denying this is Bear.

He’s huge in every way and always makes sure to give my body time to adjust. Slowly and methodically, he enters me.

Moans fill the air, a mixture of mine and his. And based on what else I hear, one of the guys who already got off is stroking himself. Getting off again, so soon? Fuck, that’s hot. I love it when they’re ready to go again and again. I love the erotic bond that brings us together.

The intense drag of the thick cock filling me over and over pushes me to the max. I’m so stretched, my clit is stimulated with each movement.

A hand curls in my hair, angling my head for a tongue to slide into my welcoming mouth, and my body goes into a tailspin.

My walls convulse around the shaft and he picks up the pace, growling as my release strips him of control. I love the moment when they try to resist but can’t. They’re so feral when I pull them over the edge.

Each pump ushers a soft purr from me, reminding me that I’m their sweet pussy…cat.

As our bodies come to rest, the kiss deepens, grunts filter through, and I pick back up on the sounds of a cock being stroked. Seconds later the kiss falters and warmth sprays my side as one of them nuts on me.

I collapse into Bear’s massive chest as the other two men join us in an embrace. I’ve never felt so warm and protected.

I might have even drifted off but nibbles on my neck bring me back to the room.

Jeff gently bites my neck and I shiver.

“No marks,” I say.

“What if I leave them where they’re not visible?” He trails downward, past my shoulder, and nips my side.

“You’ve been talking to your friends in Room Three, haven’t you?”

He bites and kisses several times. “Don’t you think love bites sound fun? You nipped at my ear a minute ago. I thought it was a suggestion.”

“I’m closer to being ready for that one than anal.” I’ve held out on anal, but maybe, just maybe, they’ll convince me to try out the kink we’ve been hearing is popular in Room One. We’ve already got the Daddy thing mastered, it’s just whether I’m ready for them to use all of my holes.

Malachi says, “I don’t care if you never try anything else, as long as you’re safe and let us take care of you. You’re more important than any of the kinks we’re dying to try.”

“Speak for yourself,” Bear says then tightens his hold on me. “I’m just kidding, but you know what they say…”

“Um, I don’t.”

“A new year, a new kink,” Bruce clarifies.

“Nobody says that, Bruce,” Jeff says.

“They should. It’s pretty catchy, don’t you think.”

“You better stick to cooking and driving, making up sayings isn’t really your thing,” I tease.

“Whatever you want, Pussy Cat. I love you.”

And there they go again, each of them professing their love, adorning me with kisses and another round of orgasms.

I couldn’t ask for a better selection of guys, but I don’t dare destroy their egos by telling them that I love their domestic skills as much as their dicks.

I can’t believe that I’d once assumed I’d never find a guy. My life is truly complete and I’m overwhelmed with the love and care they have for me.

“I love all of you, too. Now take me home and put me to bed. I’m tired.”

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