That "Fucking" Hurt

Elicia:

Gently pulling off the shirt with a few whimpers as the stitches pulled and stretched with my movements. Turning slightly to see the wound, bruised and swollen but stitched together with a precise hand.

“Fucking Hate those brothers.” Feeling the tender flesh with my fingertips, snapping my eyes to the door as Elias walked in with his eyes looking down.

Either time became non-existent or my brain function malfunctioned, staring into those hazel orbs as they darted along my naked body before returning to my gaze with a darkness that screamed “sexual desire”. Reaching for the robe as he closed the door gently, walking gracefully to me with my bag clenched tightly in his hand.

“Maxine dropped “this” with me.” His mouth spoke smoothly, reaching his hand out to me to take the bag.

Clutching to the robe with white knuckles as his eyes adverted over my shoulder with a chesty grunt and nervous lick of his lips. Embarrassment flooded my senses remembering the “GOD DAMN” mirror was behind my half-covered body.

“Take a Picture.” His face contorted into a weird expression as his eyes slid back to mine with a deeper black swirling along his iris’.

“What?” He looked lost at my words as his eyes swirled with a bright glimmer.

“Take…a…picture.” Mockingly drawing out the words as my fingers grazed along his white knuckled grasp, looking down at my gray reflective hiking bag as the sparks of electricity snapped violently along my nerves.

“I should have knocked.” His words barely left his mouth, reaching up to place a gentle to his cheek as his warm cider scent filled my senses with a soft hum, pulling back staring into those swirling black and hazel orbs.

Forgetting the bag as it thudded heavily to the floor as his muscular arms, wrapped around my waist, pulling me tightly to his chest as his scorching lips encased mine.
Parting enough to allow his tongue entrance, gripping firmly to his face as the room drifted away into the bathroom.

“W-We need to s-stop.” His words grumbled darkly along my lips as everything washed away, leaving a burning primal desire to devour this glorious man.

Moaning loudly as his lips trailed down my neck, nipping at the little fleshy patch that rocketed my desire to the heavens as the shower roared to life.

“P-please.” Gasping against his blazing lips as they suckled my erected nipples with teasing nips of his teeth, clenching tightly to his shoulder muscles as the warm water rolled smoothly over my body.

Hissing darkly as the water kissed my stitched wound, grumbling lowly as he pulled back with a concerned expression.

“No. We can’t. You need to heal first.” His words stung more than the actual wound, shoving him back with firm palms as he stumbled back a few steps with a defeated look.

“Leave.” Turning around as the water angered me more as Elias stepped out the shower, dripping water along the flooring.

“I’m sorry, Kitten.” His words slapped me fiercely, turning around as his shadow lingered in the doorway as he exited the room.

DAMNIT!!

Slamming my fists against the glass tiled wall, cringing in disgust as hot tears mixed unpleasantly with the warm shower water. Grabbing the vanilla body scrub, feeling disgusted with myself that I literally “assaulted” Elias, but rejected all in the same moment.

“Elicia?” Izzy’s sing song voice called from the bedroom, groaning at myself for being a wreck after I just made out with one of her sons, strangely wanting all four of them together.

“In here.” Calling out annoyed as she entered the room with a soft smile.

Crying harder at my disgrace as her smile faltered, stepping up to the shower door with her arms held out for a hug. Jumping into her arms, soaking wet as she held my head to her shoulder, cooing softly as my sobs filled the tiled room.

“I’m s-sorry.” Crying louder and heavier as her cool embrace, calmed my warring emotions as she pulled back cupping my face with gentle hands and soft loving eyes.

“You have nothing to be “sorry” for. This is a lot to deal with all at once.” Her words slowly soothed my sobs, accepting the white bath robe as she shut off the shower.

“No, I messed up big time.” Choking back a heavy sob with a whimpering lip as her eyes looked at me concerned, leading me over to the vanity bench to sit.

She gently pulled slid back the robe, so she could change my bandages that got soaked in my absent mindedness.

“How is that sweety?” She looked up, catching my red puffy eyes in the mirror as she delicately pulled away the gauze and medical tap, tearing a few pieces of tape from the roll.

“I kissed Elias like really “kissed” him.” Groaning into my hands, feeling my cheeks burning as the ache roared to life between my thighs.

“OH! Oh…W-Well, how was it?” She stuttered lightly as she placed a dry gauze pad to my shoulder, securing it with the tape she had stuck to her wrist like a professional nurse.

Thinking about his hot lips, his warm cider scent, those muscular arms wrapped around my waist.

Oh, God! I’m going to “Hell”.

“Your silence tells me it was “good” and that blush proves it.” Her light laughter filled the room as she motioned to my face in the mirror with her finger.

Spinning around to look at her with a even more embarrassed look as all four filled my thoughts.

“Izzy…I don’t want Elias.” That came out wrong. Shit!

“Elicia, they’re big boys they can handle it, even if it is a blow to the groin but I raised them to respect women and their feelings.” Her words filled me with a strange relief, thinking back at Elias’ words and his pained expression like he hated giving me distance.

Smiling softly as my eyes danced along the marble graining in the tile work.

“Izzy, I want all “four” them. What’s wrong with me?” Face palming with a heavy groan as her shaky laughter grew in intensity, sitting down on the bench with a playful nudge.

“I’m not laughing at you sweety, just the situation itself. The universe works strangely, and, in this family, anything goes. You’ll learn that yourself as you meet the rest of the family, but firstly, you need to speak with the boys about your feelings. Okay?” She leaned into me with a playful poke to my cheek, making feel like I was back home with LC and Bailey talking about the confusing emotions related to having a “vagina”.

“Thanks Izzy.” Laughing at her as she jumped up with a helping hand, walking out to the bedroom smelling strongly of a Christmas cabin.

Grabbing my bag from the floor, digging through the contents finding my spare cloths at the bottom as Izzy plopped back onto the bed like a teenager, kicking her legs in the air. Slipping on my nude lacy boy shorts on, laughing at Izzy as she “wolf whistled” behind me as I bent over to slip on my leggings.

“I always wanted a daughter, and now, I got one.” She rolled over, slapping my ass cheek with a solid wallop, pulling on my black cami tank with a twisted frown.

“That “fucking” hurt. For a petite woman, you have some serious strength.” Rubbing my stinging ass cheek with a dark laugh as she winked at me, holding up her finger to her lips.

“That was “gentle” compared to the boys.” She laughed loudly, jumping up from the bed with an excited clap of her hands.

Hooking my arm as she led me through the modestly decorated villa, pointing out different things along the way as loud bantering filled the house with the rich aroma of coffee.