Page 34 of Hold Your Breath

“What they do is their business, and you know what? If they treat each other with respect, they will do a thousand times better than Rob. That poor man has no personality left—you have sucked his soul dry.”

“You bitch!” Angie seethes, and Rob grabs his wife’s wrist.

“Enough. Let’s leave before you make this worse than you already have.”

Once Angie and her family leave, the rest of the day is uneventful. Some of the family ask polite questions, and the uncle, who admits he is gay, asks the most inappropriate questions, but at least he is politeenough to catch us alone. All in all, everyone takes it so much better than Micah and Willow predicted.

Sometimes family can surprise you—not mine, though. They let me down in every way a family could, but I’m glad I met Jace and Micah, and now Willow. They are all the family I choose, and hopefully one day I can call their family mine as well.

Chapter Fourteen

Willow

True to their word, the guys take me on dates in turn. Each man is so different, and I love it. I’m so grateful I have Riley to talk to about it all. While she might be my boss, she also has her hands full with three men. Bray, while supportive, doesn’t understand our dynamic. It might be early in our relationship, but the guys cleaned out a room for me and we have agreed to give it a one-month trial run. At the end of it, if any of us think we have moved too fast, I will look for an apartment.

The guys are all at work and each has messaged me they will be home for dinner. Once a week, we makesure we all eat a meal together. Tonight, I have something special planned. I moved my stuff out of Bray’s today while they were at work. I told them I was moving in officially on Sunday so they could help me transport and unload my things, but I’m an independent woman and can move my own furniture. The bed almost killed me, but I convinced my old neighbor, Mr. Stevens, to help me load it into the U-Haul.

It’s still there—everything is, except for the chair I’m currently sitting in, which is placed in the middle of their—our—living room. I have tied myself to it and am anxiously waiting for them to get home, which should be any minute now.

The sound of a truck pulling into the driveway makes my heart thump loudly in the confines of my chest. I swear I can hear it in my ears. Every day so far, they have told me how amazing or how beautiful I am, and day by day I believe it a little more. But being so vulnerable has me second-guessing myself. Maybe I should have left this experience in the past.

The sound of the key in the lock has me taking a deep breath.

“Baby, we’re ho . . . Holy fuck.”

I smile at Jace as his eyes lock with mine. A second later, Micah and Zac walk through the door, and they both stop dead in their tracks.

“Now this is the kind of dinner a man could getused to,” Micah states, dropping his duffle bag at the door.

“I get first dibs,” Jace calls out, running toward me. “I’ve been dreaming about this day since the first time.”

He drops to his knees in front of me and doesn’t hesitate to lean forward and inhale the smell of my pussy. It used to make me uneasy thinking about someone being so close, but now I have a hard time keeping them away. Not that I actually want that, but Jace always manages to convince me to let him eat me out while I’m doing the weirdest things, like cooking dinner or ironing their work shirts. They tell me not to do their ironing, and that they are happy to use a service, but I work from home and honestly love taking care of them.

“Oh, damn,” I moan, wishing I could twist my fingers in Jace’s hair as he licks my core. Tying myself to this chair was a terrible idea.

I haven’t shown Zac, but I got his mark tattooed on me. I know it’s probably too soon, and I had terrible anxiety about it, but Riley talked me off the ledge. Even if things don’t work out, the tattoo is a reminder of one of the men who changed my life for the better.

My first orgasm hits me fast, and Jace pulls back with a smirk as he wipes his face. “That’s one.”

He winks at me. It’s their personal mission to see how many times I can come in one night.

Micah is next to stand in front of me, and with me sitting, I’m almost at the perfect height to suck his cock. He knows it, and as he pulls his dick from his pants and wraps his hand around it, my mouth waters. I want him to fuck my mouth, and he is well aware.

“I think our woman wants us to come all over her. She likes to be a dirty girl.”

I knew I wouldn’t be tied to the chair for long. They all help to untie me, and there’s a small sense of relief that they didn’t just pull the blindfold down and leave, even if the blindfold this time is hypothetical.

“What’s this?” Jace asks, running his fingers along the bandage on my side.

“A present for Zac.”

Zac smiles. “You didn’t . . .”

I nod. “I did.”

He grasps the edge and slowly peels it back, revealing the bite he gave me the other night. I took a picture of it when it was fresh and got the tattoo of it yesterday.

The smile that spreads across his face is priceless. “Does this mean you’re mine?”

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