"Bollocks."
Elicia:
Desmond and Izzy gifted us one of their properties just outside of Little Missenden, which is about thirty-four miles Northwest of London. The newly built Modern Tudor was elegant but modest in design, all thirty-five thousand square feet of stone, natural wood beams and thirty-nine acres of rolling lush lawns, pastures, and private horse barn that matched the house.
Talk about an instant heart attack when Izzy placed the keys in my hand. Surprising the guys even more, when we drove out to see it in person the other day, after Chris ripped the band-aide off Pandora’s Box, exposing me to ‘pleasurable pain’. My vagina is still in shock from overload, but the feeling of their hungry eyes all over my body as Chris ravaged every nerve…
Woah, Hit the Brakes! Mentally fanning my flushed face.
“Get dressed, unless you’re embracing your inner nudist, which I totally don’t mind but four hotties might.” Randi chucked a pair of black leggings, red blouse, and matching tank in my flushed face as he neatly folded my panties into a box. Holding up a black lacy thong, perking a suspicious brow my way, snatching them from his hands.
“Someone has a naughty side.” He hummed mischievously, slapping my bare ass cheek as I walked past him into the bathroom.
“No more than the next person that owns a pair of black panties.” Laughing lightly, closing the door with a sigh. Remembering my dream and every word spoken as tires crunched to a stop, hearing the guys laughing as they approached the house with a small box truck backing up to the door.
“Kitten?” Squeaking out in surprise as Elias’ velvety voice spoke in our link, quickly dressing, brushing my teeth as the swirling heat returned with a vengeance.
“Morning Honey-bun.” Giggling softly at the nickname I teasingly gave him, receiving a playful growl in our link, rinsing my mouth before grabbing my toiletries tossing them in my travel bag. Opening the door with one final look-over, flicking the lights off as Chris and Ben grabbed the boxes already taped and marked, flashing winks at my flustered appearance.
“Morning Sunshine.” Kissing Chris on his cheek as he leaned to the side, holding two large boxes in his bulging arms. Trailing a finger along the colorful ink as the fiery shocks rolled through my body in a delightful purr.
“Hummingbird.” The nickname purring along his smirking lips of dusty rose. Blushing deeply as his tongue slid slowly along those luscious lips that did dirty, dirty things to my poor vagina the other morning.
Sucking in a shaky breath to steady my fluttering heartbeat.
“Morning Buttercup.” Turning to a pouty Ben, scooped into his hot embrace as his lips melted me into place growling out in light laughter.
Surprised by his hungry gaze, licking those plush lips as he rolled his eyes in delight like he was savoring a sweet treat.
“Morning Butterfly.” His swirling green-ambered orbs blazed to life against the morning sun rays, humming against those pouty lips.
“Whoo! Someone call the Fire Marshall, because these panties just went up in flames.” Randi gushed brightly, fanning his face with both hands like a diva.
Laughing heartily, grabbing my travel bag and hiking pack as Elias and Roger smirked in amusement, grabbing the last of my boxes. Giving the room one final look, before we exited out into the hallway to chaos as several men carried boxes out to the box truck, loading everything in an organized manor.
“Mom and Dad sent over some of the Royal guards to help in our move. They wanted to make sure that if anything were to happen, we had backup.” Roger kissed my lips lightly, trailing his thump gently along the smoldering flesh as his playful smile reassured me that everything would be fine. Nodding to him with a soft smile, handing over my bags to Elias as he loaded up the Rover with a tensed expression.
“You okay?” Sliding up on the tailgate as he rearranged the bags to fit better so that our hour drive was more comfortable, but the dark hue tinting his beautiful ambered-green eyes told me something else was bothering him.
“Yeah, fine.” His clipped words signaled he wasn’t ‘fine’, placing my hand to his arm to halt his tensed packing as his eyes looked at me in apology. Sighing heavily as he leaned against the tailgate, running his hands though his hair.
“I spoke to dad this morning in a joint conference call with JR, Max, and Ella, one of the Head Elders to the Council. They’re still investigating how Peyton managed to slip past security and escape, but just knowing he is out there somewhere with Bain plotting another attack, has me on edge. If anything were to happen…” Halting his words, pulling his face down to my eye level as his swirling orbs held me in a deep trance.
“Stop. Yeah it was a shock to learn he had escaped, but I’m not going to allow them the chance without a serious fight. We have already witnessed what I can do so far, and I have a sneaking suspicion there’s more to learn. Plus, I have four, well-trained men to protect me and train me to my fullest potential.” Smiling at the bright glimmer that flashed across his face as his swelting palms cupped my face, leaning us back into the wall of bags as his smoldering lips suspended me in a euphoric trance of raging heat and electricity.
“WHOO! MY PANITES!” Randi’s over-dramatic emphasis had us laughing against one another as we pulled apart from our heated embrace, licking my swollen lips tasting his warm cider lingering along my tongue.
“We’ll continue this later, Kitten.” Nodding to the thought of being ravaged by the beastly man standing before me as his brothers stepped behind him, eyeing me with swirling orbs of lustful desire. Shivering at the sudden surge of Christmas cottage as their scents mixed and rolled around my body.
Oh, I’m in serious trouble now.
“Maxine, Sue, and John will meet us at the new house. The horses are scheduled for transport tomorrow morning, so we have a busy day tomorrow.” Jumping from the tailgate, engulfed in a sweltering blanket of heat as they caged my body between them.
“An even busier night.” Roger trailed his smoldering finger along my jaw, down into my neck as the heat pooled heavily in my core, squeaking out in shock as they kissed along my neck and shoulders. Exhaling the hurricane of butterflies that swirled crazily behind my chest, placing my hand to my quivering chest as they pulled back with sly smirks.
“R-right. We ready?” Stuttering out the words as they motioned for me to load up, while they finished packing up the last of their bags.
“Always ready for you.” They purred in our link, halting my hand on the door handle as a shivering wave of static heat rolled over my body, side-glancing their devilish smirks. Shaking my head with a silent squeal of excitement, sliding into the backseat as Roger climbed into the driver’s seat. Ben slid into my right as Chris grabbed shotgun, looking back as Elias pressed the hatch closed, quickly nodding to the guards as he slid into my left. Relaxing against their heat as the Rover pulled away from the villa with one final glance, before lurching out onto the sunny country road heading to our new home.
“Any requests for our Lady?” Chris turned around in his seat, smiling at my relaxed pose as the soft leather embraced my body.
Thinking about it with a quick glimpse at Elias and Ben as they looked at me with a silent hunger, shifting slightly in my seat as the pooling heat roared into an inferno.
“Classic Rock, Good Sir.” Mocking a horrible British accent as he spun around in his seat, typing into his phone as the infamous intro to Pink Floyd’s ‘Shine on You Crazy Diamond’, filled the Rover with a silent tranquility.
Air guitaring with my fingers, closing my eyes as the notes drifted through my subconscious. Roger strumming against the steering wheel with the drums, feeling Elias and Ben sliding their hands onto my twitching thighs as their sweltering heat mixed harmoniously with the floating beats.
“Relax.” They both whispered into my ears as their fingers crawled along my goose ridden flesh hidden beneath my leggings, sliding under my blouse and tank as a mewling moan slipped over my lips. Drowning in the swirling blackness behind my eyelids as their fingers worked my nipples into a heightened sensory overload of pebbled flesh, feeling the sudden jerk of the Rover as Chris and Roger growled from the front seats.
“Bollocks.” Laughing lightly, hissing out a moan as their fingers pinched and rolled the sensitive flesh. Jolted back as their hot tongues flicked and nibbled my earlobes, shivering against their assault as they shifted in their seats. Feeling their fingers curl under the tank material, lifting both layers of material over my head as the warm air licked along my torso.
“Keep your eyes closed.” Chris commanded from the front as each note of Pink Floyd burned into my brain, gently shifted across Ben’s chest as he leaned back against his door tilting my head up as his smoldering lips captured mine in a mewling moan.
“Lift your hips.” Elias spoke huskily along my burning flesh, finding my footing to lift enough as his muscular fingers slipped under my waistband, sliding down the stretchy material as my stifling arousal filled the Rover, causing Roger to swerve with a grunting moan.
“You really picked a fabulous time to do this.” He growled from the front, causing Ben and Elias to chuckle as my swollen lips ached in pleasure.
“Just Drive.” Elias grunted, jolting upward as his flicking tongue found and annihilated my sensitive nub into a flurry of cursing screams. Held firmly as Ben kissed and suckled along my collarbone. Gasping out a shaky scream as Freddy Mercury’s velvety voice signaled out ‘Somebody to Love’ as Elias’ tongue followed the rhythmic beat.
“E-ELIAS!” Squirming violently against Ben’s hold as their chuckling moans had me seeing stars, flinching back as his muscular finger slipped into my quivering walls, sparking a dangerous heat to roll up my spine.