Finch Brothers and Me

Chapter 6:

The next time I find myself being somewhat functional, I'm completely blinded by the sun as I roll over to my side. I groan in frustration, hoping to get a few more hours (really a few more days), but my body excites itself at the prospect of the morning. I peak my eyes open, flopping heavily on the most comfortable bed I have ever slept in. 

My home is comfortable, and I always get a night of good sleep, but it's my childhood home filled with noise all the time. Here, it's so peaceful. I hum in satisfaction, my voice cracking sleepily, and I stretch my arms clumsily over my head. I sigh as a smile spreads across my face. 

I open my eyes fully and glance around the room that the men ended up putting me in. No one sleeps beside me, filling me with slight disappointment, but I'm hoping I get the opportunity to do it at one point. I yawn as my bladder urges me to get out of bed. I cry out, angry at my own body, but I do as it asks.

Moving into the bathroom - which I knew because of the open door attached to the bedroom - I wash my face with hot water and look through the cupboards to find toothpaste and a toothbrush, and I'm grateful that I finally do. 

I glance down at the clothes I'm wearing to find myself in my gray underwear but standing there in a large, white men's t-shirt that practically drips off of me. I rub my eyes and walk back into the bedroom to find Kaden standing there with a pile of clothes in his hands. He smiles at me, telling me that if I wish to change, but I most certainly don't, and I follow him out of the bedroom. 

His arm latches around my waist, his right hand bunching the shirt up at my hip, so he can dip his fingers underneath and touch my skin. My underwear becomes exposed, but I don't mind and neither does Lincoln as he passes us in the hallway. I hear a light 'fuck' whispered under his breath as his eyes linger on my legs.

Finally entering the kitchen, both Chrisitan and Cooper covered in a layer of sweat came into view. My knees almost go weak, but in Kaden's arms, I stay tall and mostly composed. Against my will, I'm tugged into Cooper's arms in a hug, and I know that he's thinking about last night. 

Oh, what a sweet man. Already taking care of me, making sure I'm doing alright. 

I push him away, not wanting his disgusting sweat all over me. It's pretty from a distance but the smell is just too horrendous to stand. Christian places a kiss on my forehead in greeting before walking down the hall, hopefully to take a shower. 

Soon, I'm lifted onto the counter, thick hands resting on my flabby thighs. The eldest brother presses a hesitant kiss to my neck and sweetly asks me what I would like to eat for breakfast.

"Can I have apples, crackers, and cheddar cheese please?"

"That's all? You can have anything you want."

"No, I don't eat that much when I wake up. Makes me feel sick."

Kaden nods his head, moving away from me. I try to help him out, but he forces me to stay seated on the counter. I chuckle and shake my head but don't argue with him. I peer outside to see Cooper chopping away at some wood, his muscles flexing spectacularity. I sigh as I watch the show, and what I don't realize is that Kaden has caught me. 

He hands me a plate of exactly what I asked for, but I'm too focused on the show outside to know that he has. I hear a snort next to me, snapping me out of my lust-filled daze. A blush dusts on my cheeks as I bite into the first apple slice. My heart jumps out of my chest while I think of all the things those muscles could do. 

A hand trails up my thigh, moving up my t-shirt and lifting the fabric over my head. I gasp as the cold air hits my bra-covered breasts. My nipples tighten, and I glance away from Cooper to see who took my shirt off. Lincoln stands in front of me, clenching the t-shirt in his hand as he stares into my eyes.

"You're so fucking beautiful."

"Can I have the shirt back now?"

"No, baby. Just a little longer."

"It's cold, Linc."

"Can I get you my flannel?"

"Yeah, just something please."

I roll my eyes as he walks away, wrapping my arms around myself. When he finally comes back in, he holds a blue and black flannel in his hands. I lift my arms up, so he can drop it over my body, pulling my arms through the long, heavy sleeves. I'm tugged into his arms, my legs wrapping around his waist, and he moves me and my food over to the couch. 

A small fire burns in the wood fireplace, and together, we sit there in silence while I eat my breakfast. His hands run up and down my legs, and I'm surprised he hasn't said anything about the scratchiness of my hair. By this point, with any other man, I would have been told to shave. However, he doesn't seem to mind so much. 

I bite my bottom lip as my brain aches my stimulation, something to do. I softly ask if I can go get my books out of the car, but Lincoln only yells for Christian to get my books. Quickly, the books I purchased yesterday are dropped at my feet by a toweled man who most likely just got out of the shower.

"He pulled them out of your car last night after he drove it home."

"So that's who took my keys."