Finch Brothers and Me

Chapter 10:

Little Carson shouts my name, telling me he's ready for me to tuck him in and say goodnight. Glancing over at Lincoln, I hope for his lips on mine sooner than later. I bite my bottom lip as I move away from the group of Finch men still sitting handsomely around the table. I feel their eyes on my butt as I walk down the hallway, disappearing into Carson's room. 

I tell him how wonderful it is, glancing over the decorations of trains and cars. He quickly tells me all about his favorite ones, explaining that even at the age of five, there is nothing wrong with knowing what a Porsche 911 Targa is. At twenty, I have no idea what the hell he's talking about. I get him to lay back in his bed and cradle the blankets with strict instructions coming from the boy. 

It's amazing how much he reminds me of my own siblings, though with him, it's more of a motherly instinct. When he is finally comfortable in his bed, and after asking for water multiple times - which I don't grant him knowing he's perfectly fine - I send him off to bed while reading him Little Red Riding Hood. The real, twenty-four-page version.

His breathing evens out in about twenty minutes, and I know he has fallen asleep. I gently get up and close his bedroom door behind me, making sure I don't wake the tired young boy. I walk back to the dining room to find that the four men are no longer talking in there. 

That's until I feel a hand touch the small of my back. 

By his scent, I can tell it's Lincoln who presses his body upon mine. His hand grabs my neck, tilting it backward, his lips landing heatedly on mine. Barely breaking the kiss, I turn around and push him against the wall. He grunts out in pleasure, our crotches grinding together in sync. 

My hands slide through his short hair, and my leg is lifted up, so he can have better access to my tingling intimate parts. We hear a snort behind us, forcing us to break apart. Cooper rolls his eyes at us and waves a hand in our direction.

"That escalated quickly."

"Are you jealous?"

"I want to fuck you on every surface of this house. And I will."

"You didn't answer my question."

"Come here."

"Kaden will get mad if we do it here."

"Fuck that dickhead."

"I do want to fuck him, yes."

"Let's go to the master bedroom then."

He takes my hand, Linc on the other, and the three of us walk into the rook I've been staying in. For what seems like the first time, I truly look around the room, and discover how large the bed is. Kaden curls his pointer finger as I yearn to be in the enormous bed with all of my men. 

Well, not my men yet, no matter how much I want them to be. 

I am pushed softly forward by Cooper who most definitely wants me to be in a bed with all his brothers. I ask them to hold on a second while I brush my teeth, and they comply with my request. Chrisitan whines that I'm taking way too long to brush my teeth only thirty seconds in. I peer my head out of the door, showing the foaming toothpaste still in my mouth. 

And just as I'm about to change into other clothes, I realize that I don't have them. The boys are not going to let me change in privacy unless I am desperate too, and I'm sure they will figure out that I'm only being insecure in front of their perfect bodies.

I take a deep breath, building up my confidence, and walk back out into the room. I peel off the layers of clothes that smell like the brothers, leaving me in a bra and underwear. Eyes linger up and down my body, each of them soaking up my form. I unclip the bra and tug down the underwear, allowing myself to be completely exposed to them. 

If I'm going to get over my small insecurity, I want to be fully honest with how I look. I try to put clothes back on my body, but the clicking lock of the door tells me that's not going to happen. I glance behind me to see Cooper standing there, greedily staring over my naked intimate parts.

"Rest your hands on the edge of the bed."

Instantly, I give into his request, placing my hands down. The other brothers don't move, and I flick my eyes up to see them entranced by me. There's something so beautiful about being able to control these men. These bruting, large, dominant men gaping at me like I'm the most beautiful thing on this planet. I fucking love it. 

Cooper puts his foot between my legs, shoving them apart, so there's enough room for his jean-clad knee to sit on my pussy. I moan at the sweet, sweet frictional contact against my aching part. His hands run over my hips as he bends me forward, so my chest is pressed on the bedsheets. 

With a whip of his hand and contact to my ass, a stinging pain of the pleasurable smack erupts through my body. My pussy tingles, my wetness starting to drip down my legs. He chuckles as my desperate calls on his name as I beg him to touch me, beg him to fuck me.

Again and again, he spanks me.

All I'm going to say is that it's no punishment.