Finch Brothers and Me

Chapter 4:

I giggle softly, leaning back against him. I hear the diner door open and in walks three other men, looking handsomely similar to Cooper. When one of them catches my eyes, flickering down to me sitting on Cooper's lap, the grin that spreads across his face makes me jolt slightly forward. 

The man under me groans, clutching at my hips, and pressing me down on him. One man, not the one that smiled but another, sits beside Copper who generously makes room for him without letting me off his lap. A comforting hand lands on my thigh, a thumb stroking the bare skin.

"Kaden Lars. This idiot's brother."

"Sarah."

I glance across the table to other men who cannot take their eyes off of me.

"Lincoln Wade."

"Christian James"

I smile at the way they all introduce themselves with their middle names. I quickly add mine to my name, making all four men around me smile. We discuss the order in which they were born, Kaden (age 34), Lincoln (age 31), Cooper (age 27), and finally Christian (age 25). I tell them that I'm twenty, and I can tell they are all happy about that. 

We talk for about five hours, in the diner and walking through the snowy, small-town (that they give me a tour of) before it's time for all of us to go over to George and Bertha's house for dinner. As I sit in my truck, finally alone since I got here, a fluttering feeling fills my stomach. They could not be more handsome even if they tried. 

With their ranging colors of eyes, from obsidian to light gray, and their matching black hair, their muscular physique, they are more than perfect. My heart thumps in delight, my thighs squeezing together, the grin never leaving my face. It's way too good to be fucking true. Four brothers, each made perfectly to my desires, meeting me the first hour I get to Colorado.

I hear a beep of a horn behind me, and I peer out of my window to see Lincoln leaning out of Kaden's passenger seat window of his car.

"I know you're thinking about us, baby, and that's okay, but we better get going if we don't want to face Bertha's wrath."

I chew on my bottom lip as I watch him drive away, but when hearing a knock on the car door, I know I'm not going to be alone on the trip to their house. I lean down to see Chrisitan standing outside the door. I smile giddily as I let him open to door and sit in the empty passenger seat beside me. 

His body instantly spreads across the seat, and with no console in the middle, his knee brushes up against my own. I subtly breathe in his deep, enriching cologne of mint and sandalwood, which makes me want to melt into his arms. He licks his bottom lip as his eyes flick over my bodice, lingering longer on the tenseness in my legs. 

Much to my gratefulness, he doesn't say anything, allowing me to focus on pulling onto the street and driving to his parent's house. The radio plays slow songs, romance songs, Aretha Franklin's (You Make Me Feel Like) A Natural Woman specifically.

He heaves a sigh, moving closer to me in the seat. Soon, his husky voice fills my senses.

"I want you to open your legs."

"But-"

"Are you uncomfortable with me asking you that question?"

"No."

"Then open them. I just want you to open them."

I comply, allowing my legs to split insignificantly for me, but it's enough for Chrisitan. He mumbles profanities under his breath, but I have a feeling he can smell and see the arousal coming from me. 

As I pull into the correct driveway, knowing for sure by Kaden's car, his hand dips in between my thighs. He cups my throbbing pussy delicately, pushing on it with the heel of his palm. He tries to remove it, but I snap my legs shut, trapping his finger. In need of a release, I grind down on him. 

However, before I get the chance to build the aching sensation more, a knock comes on the driver's side door. I gasp as Kaden leans down to see what's going on. He sees Chrisitan's hand, my flushed face, and a smirk instantly spread across his face. He opens the door, using his own to get his brother's hand outside of my thighs.

"Kaden."

"We will finish this later tonight. Our parents are becoming suspicious."

"Yes, sir."

"Good girl."

It takes everything in me not to moan out at the waves of tingling through me. I'm so fucking horny. I want to be fucked. I want them all to fuck me. I ache for their thick cocks entering me, pounding into me, the sounds of pussy against their muscular bodies. 

Kaden snaps me out of my thoughts, unbuckling me from my seat, and taking my hand in his. He pulls me out of the car, and my feet land on the snowy, concrete driveway. He cradles me under his arm as he guides me inside, the heat from his body helping keep me warm in the thick winter snow.