Me and Them

Chapter eleven - Big things and drivers (Part one)

***WARNING***MATURE CONTENT

Talia’s POV

I sit on the comfortable sofa with Lincoln to my right and Elliot to my left, both with an angry look in their eyes that I know instantly is not aimed at me. I softly shake my head at the audacity of the woman and the man who made my life hell for so long. For the moment I am no longer scared as I thought I would be if I heard from them, instead I feel only anger and I find myself wanting to take them down on my own. I realise this feeling has never run through me before and I chuckle softly as I realise these men are a big part to do with the fact that I no longer feel as scared.

“Why are you laughing, love?” Elliot’s voice is soft and concerned.

“Because, I’m not afraid. I know I should be terrified at the very thought of them coming for me once more, but I’m not. I’m just not.” My voice comes out strong as I speak truthful words that I never thought I would say. 

“You’re not scared?” Lincoln asks in disbelief and I shake my head. His face, along with Elliot’s, brightens at my reaction and their beautiful faces are now etched with gorgeous smiles. “I’m so proud of you, my beautiful, brave girl.” At his words, Lincoln leans forward and kisses my forehead, his heat resonating from his body into mine.

“We have to figure out a plan.” Elliot states and I look over at him in confusion. “We will not let them anywhere near you, but the police need to be informed of this situation so they can keep a watchful eye on it. Also, we should have extra security at the house and at work.” I nod at this in understanding before Elliot speaks again. “And a driver.” His words are only a murmur but I just hear them. Beside me I hear Lincoln laugh outright and my eyebrows furrow in confusion.

“Why a driver? For getaways?” I guess, unsure of the answer.

“Not just that.” Lincoln laughs and my heart swells at the sound. “We’re sick of having only one of us in the backseat with you, we need to get a driver so we can both share that experience with you. If I remember, you like the backseat as much as us.” His explanation makes my heat flame, but I do not want to cower at his wayward thoughts, instead challenge him.

“I do like it, I like it more than you do.” My smirk is wide as I watch Elliot’s and Lincoln’s jaws drop.

“Do you?” Elliot asks huskily.

“Yes.” I whisper teasingly. “I actually have a few ideas in mind.” My bluff is barely heard and I enjoy watching their breathing change in front of my very eyes.

“What ideas?” Lincoln asks impatiently and I almost laugh outright.

“Well..” I say before sliding off the sofa and kneeling down in between their legs, my right hand travelling up Lincoln’s thigh and my left running up Elliot’s. I watch as they grow before my greedy eyes. “There are things I’d love to taste.” The words were harder to get out than I thought knowing I was making this up on the spot, but I got the reaction I wanted as I reached the front of both the boys’ pants and almost groan.

“Things?” Elliot breaths.

“Big things.” Both men gasp at this as I run my fingers up and down their lengths. “I’m very hungry.” My innuendo is clear as they both groan at my words. I lean closer giving them an eyeful of cleavage. “So you better feed me.” 

I move closer and start to slowly, tantalisingly, unzip their jeans and run my hands over them with just thin fabric holding us apart from each other. Elliot and Lincoln groan collectively, closing their eyes and I almost give in but I quickly stand, letting go of my hold on them both. Their eyes snap open and follow me as they softly gasp.