Blooming Desires

CALLUM

“Well, they certainly take their job seriously,” Violet says with a laugh, pulling out five more vases from the cupboard and filling them with water. “How in the world do I water these bears?” she muses, examining them with a puzzled look. She twirls the bears around, a playful grin lighting up her face.

“You just need to drench the foam they’re in,” Tyler suggests, helping her trim the stems and arrange the flowers.

“Can you believe this?” I ask Zach, who smirks at me before moving to stand behind me. I’m immediately conscious of his presence. I’ve missed this. The comfort of being home with these three and the girls. Just being within these walls, waking up to the girls’ cries, and being able to touch my three partners instantly soothes me in a way I’ve never felt before.

“Tyler’s got a talent for flower arranging, blame our moms,” Zach whispers in my ear, his arms draped across my chest. He uses this position to pull me closer into a cuddle. “What about that rain check from this morning?” he murmurs, his lips trailing down my neck. He nips at the sensitive spot where my neck meets my shoulder, sending a jolt through me.

I can feel myself growing hard, the zipper of my jeans pressing uncomfortably against me. I can feel Zach’s hardness against me as well.

“What rain check?” Violet asks, peeking around one of the vases with a knowing look on her face. She knows where this is heading. It’s inevitable. We all know it.

Our chemistry is such that we can’t resist the pull toward each other. We can’t fight the urge to be intimate.

“He was too tired for sex at one in the morning,” Zach announces, sounding almost proud of my lack of stamina. I wasn’t too tired for sex, but I did miss sleeping in our bed.

“I could have fucked you…doesn’t mean I would have waited for you to cum with me,” I retort, smirking at the thought of fucking him. The mere thought sends my head spinning with desire.

“Who said anything about you fucking me, Cal?” Zach counters. Well, in that case, I was definitely too tired.

“Then I was definitely too tired for that,” I respond, feeling my cheeks heat up at the mention of the one sexual act I haven’t yet tried. And that’s saying something, considering I’ve tried more things with these three than I had in the three years prior.

“It’s gonna happen,” Zach assures me, pressing a kiss to my flushed cheek.

“In his own time,” Tyler finally chimes in.

This has been a long-standing discussion among the three of us. Violet usually stays out of it, but I guess watching one of them fuck me wouldn’t bring her any pleasure, other than visually perhaps. Both Tyler and Zach have been competing for that particular virginity, which is amusing considering Tyler only has Zach’s. Apparently, Zach has taken many people’s virginity. I don’t think I’ve taken anyone’s. Not that it bothers me. It never has.

“Can I watch?” Violet grins at Tyler and Zach.

I burst out laughing, gasping for breath between my words. “God, at least there wasn’t an audience the last time I lost my virginity,” I joke, and we all laugh.

“Don’t worry, if you give it to me…you won’t even realize there are people around us. It’ll be that good,” Zach promises, making me blush even more. I don’t doubt it would be mind-blowing. He already blows my mind when he plays with me, though that’s not often.

Mostly, we all fuck Violet, which I’m okay with. But they want more, and well, I’m not opposed to the idea of trying it. Not that they would force it on me if I decided it was a definite no. I mean, it’s been nearly a year, and they haven’t taken it yet. Unless you count fingering my ass as losing my virginity?

“I’d like it, but it’s your choice,” Tyler tells me as he walks over to the counter. “It would be nice to have both of yours.”

The three of us stand there in tense silence, contemplating the idea of either of them fucking me. It doesn’t scare me as much as it used to, but I’m still nervous about it. It must hurt, right? Violet often cries out in pain when we take her there. I mean, she’s the only person I’ve ever fucked anally, besides Tyler and Zach, but they don’t even flinch. Probably because they’re used to it...

So that’s my concern. The pain, and…well, what if I don’t actually enjoy it? Would they be okay with just doing it once? Would one of them be jealous if I gave it to the other only to find out I don’t like it and make it a hard limit?

“Boss?” Arnold’s voice pulls me from my thoughts. He’s standing awkwardly in the hallway near the kitchen island.

“Yes, Arnold?”

“Just thought I should let you know we found some kids graffitiing the fence on the west side of the property. We talked to them and sent them on their way. Also, Len had to leave. Charlotte is finally having their baby.”

“Well, it’s about time. She’s almost two weeks overdue,” Violet exclaims, jumping up and down in excitement as she searches for her phone. It’s always in the same place, plugged into the charger by the fridge. She hardly ever uses the thing unless she wants to call or text someone. Which is exactly what she’s doing now.

Poor Charlotte was due at the end of March, but it’s already almost two weeks into April.

“Thanks, Arnold,” I nod. I’ll need to make sure all the shifts are covered and that no area is left unattended or understaffed.

“Uh, Violet?”

“Yes, Arnold?” She peeks around a vase to give him a brief smile before returning to her phone.

“I wanted to personally apologize. I should have approached you privately and asked you about your behavior.”

“Uh-huh,” she responds, smiling at her phone screen as she receives a reply from one of her two friends. It’s strange to see her like this. This is how she should be…but instead, she hardly ever uses her phone. Or the TV, for that matter. In fact, she’s nothing like any nineteen-year-old you’d meet today. That’s one of the things I love about her, but it’s also one of the things that disturbs me.

“I am truly sorry I jumped to conclusions,” he continues, looking somewhat bewildered by her apparent indifference. But I know she’s listening. She’s just uncomfortable. Tyler and Zach have both moved over to the fireplace, starting a fire for us to lounge by, giving Arnold some semblance of privacy.

“I would have preferred you come to me and ask, but it’s done now. Besides, at least I know you’re attentive. Your job is to care for the house, the grounds, my kids, and me, right? Obviously, you take that seriously. I can’t fault you for that,” she steps out from behind the vase, a stern look on her face. “But don’t accuse my boys of anything again. They saved me. They set me free. They’ve given me a world, a home, and a life that I never knew I wanted or needed. I assume you looked into my past?”

“I had no reason to. You told me all I needed to know, ma’am.”

“I believe you. You don’t have that look on your face that others do when they know the whole truth about my life,” she sighs. “I’m happy, but thanks for worrying…I guess.”

She walks past him, careful not to touch him. He freezes more than she does as her arm almost brushes against his. She heads over to the back door, and I watch him watch her before he snaps out of his trance and nods a goodbye in my direction.

“Lola?” Violet calls out. After a moment, our dog comes bounding down the three flights of stairs. She sleeps in our bedroom while the girls are in their own room. She’s turned out to be a great guard dog and a source of comfort for Violet. She runs past me in the kitchen, stopping at Violet’s feet. Violet pats her head.

“Let’s go potty, shall we?” Violet slips on the pair of slippers she keeps by the back door for this exact purpose and steps outside with Lola following closely behind. She closes the door behind her, and I move over to watch her walk around the garden, following Lola with a poop bag in hand.

“It was good of him to apologize,” I turn to Tyler, who’s standing next to me, also watching Violet in the garden. Would he still be saying that if he knew I insisted they all apologize to her? Perhaps he’s already aware. I wouldn’t put it past him to demand an apology if they hadn’t given one.

“There should never have been a need for an apology in the first place.”

“They care… that’s what matters. That’s what we need, Callum,” he responds with a firm tone.

“Tyler’s right. We need them to care enough to risk their lives for her and the girls,” I say, turning to my left where Zach now stands. His face wears that haunted look that’s been there since the incident in London.

“Thanks for the sushi. This is your best date night yet,” I tell him.

“I think it’s clear that I can’t cook worth a damn, and take-out just makes everything easier. We never did get around to dessert, though.”

“I think we all know who’s going to be dessert,” I say, a sly smile playing on my lips at the thought of undressing Violet and making love to her.

“I won’t argue with that.” Zach smirks, looking out the back door toward Violet.

“I can’t say I’m not pleased with that idea either… the chocolate pudding can wait,” Tyler concurs.

This, this is my life now.

I never thought I could feel this satisfied with the people I’ve chosen to surround myself with, but here we are.