HUGE F BUDDIES: Chapter 31
HUGE F BUDDIES: A STEPBROTHER REVERSE HAREM ROMANCE (HUGE Series)
Thereâs a car parked outside my dorm that looks very familiar. I slow, not believing itâs my stepbrotherâs truck until Iâm close enough to decipher four shapes inside the vehicle that make my heart race.
I look a mess. I didnât dress nicely for my lunch date with Maisie, and I couldnât find the enthusiasm to put on make-up either. In my leggings and varsity t-shirt, I look like Iâve just been to the gym.
But that doesnât seem to bother them.
My four stepbrothers emerge from the car in unison, and itâs a sight that steals my breath. Jefferson is wearing a black baseball cap, so his eyes are shaded, but I can see the hurt in the expressions of the rest of my boys and the hope too.
My boys.
Even though I walked away from them, I canât stop thinking of them as mine.
âSara,â Anderson calls. I guess itâs because I stopped, frozen on the sidewalk with too much fear in my heart to propel me forward.
Iâm trapped here. I canât move forward, but I canât run away. Not with them watching me. We stand facing each other like a scene from a Western, except there are no guns here, just racing hearts and trepidation.
Itâs Carson who breaches the stalemate. He strides toward me, the fighter that he always is. I can see the determination in his eyes. Theyâve come this far, and heâs not going to back down. Iâm expecting him to be angry at me, but he isnât. When heâs close enough, he pulls me into a fierce hug, mashing my face against his chest as he breathes me in. âFuck. Why did you do that?â
I start to cry, the tenderness in his question too much. My shoulders hitch, and heâs tipping my face up, stroking away my tears with his thumbs. âDonât cry,â he says. âWeâre here, and weâre not going anywhere until we figure this out.â
The rest of my stepbrothers surround me; my north, south, east, and west. Their hands reassure me, their words calming my emotions until I remember where we are, out in the open for everyone to see. âWe should go inside,â I say, fumbling around in my purse for my keys.
I can feel curious eyes watching us as we make our way inside. Maybe more curious because Maisie and the Jâs and Kâs are open about their relationship now, and this certainly doesnât look innocent. Itâs there in the way they stand close and touch me easily with that familiarity that comes with intimacy.
All the way up the stairs, Iâm dreading getting to the top. Iâm the pied piper, leading my group of men, but scared of what will be said when we reach the privacy of my room.
When the door closes, itâs so damn awkward. I swipe at my face, trying to remove any trace of the surge of emotion I felt outside. âWhat are you doing here?â
âWhat are you doing here?â Jefferson bites back. âYou werenât supposed to leave yet.â
âI had to get back.â
âWhat for?â Brayson asks. I can tell he doesnât believe me at all.
âFor all of our sakes,â I say. Itâs the truth, after all.
âYou walked away for us?â Carson shakes his head. âThatâs bullshit, Sara, and you know it.â
âAt least admit it,â Jefferson says.
âAdmit what?â
âThat youâre scared.â His hand reaches out to touch my arm, but I flinch away.
âAnd youâre not?â
âOf course I am,â he says. âYou think I wanted any of this?â
âYou think I wanted this?â I spit. âI wanted fuck buddies, not boyfriends.â
âReally?â Anderson says. His voice is smooth as silk, and calm, as he always is. âBecause it didnât feel like that, Sara. It didnât feel like that at all.â
âTell us that you want us to leave,â Brayson says.
âAnd weâll go,â Jefferson adds. âWeâll leave you alone, and thatâll be it. You can forget us, forget everything that we were together.â
âOr tell us that you want us the way we want you,â Carson says firmly. âTell us that you feel the same way, and weâll be yours. Do you understand? This thing might have started as fuck buddies, but that isnât how we feel now. We want you, baby. We want everything from your huge heart and fierce protectiveness of the people you love to your fear of opening up and everything in between.â
âWe wonât let you down,â Anderson says. âYou have to know that. We want thisâ¦all of us. We want this and everything it can do for our family.â
âWhat can it do?â I say, my hand coming out to my sides to illustrate my hopelessness. âDestroy my sick father. Make your mom hate me. Splinter a happy family until nobody is happy.â
âNo.â Jefferson steps forward, his hands coming out to grab my arms. âWe told Steve how we feel about you. We told him everything. We had to.â
âYou told my dad about us?â
âWe told him that weâd fallen in love with you, and that you were the one that paid for his treatment.â
âYou told him what?â I throw his arms from mine and step back, my hands covering my face with mortification. Thereâs no going back nowâno way to change anything. I walked away to avoid this and theyâve undone everything. âYou told my dad everything that I didnât want him to knowâ¦Youâ¦What have you done?â
I flop to the bed, as everything around me falls apart. The only family I have now hates me. Thereâs no coming back from this. I cry into my hands, feeling the overwhelming loss that I should have felt for my mom for a father who has only just come into my life. He must be disgusted with me and furious too. The shame is enough to redden my face and send a wave of mortification through me.
âHeyâ¦â Jefferson flops to his knees and takes hold of my chin, forcing me to look at him. âWe had to. We couldnât all come up here without being honest.â
âYou risked everything I care about.â
He shakes his head. âYou took away what we care about without even asking how weâd feel about it.â
âAnd you donât need to be upset, honey,â Brayson says, dropping to the bed next to me and putting his arm around my shoulder. âBecause everything is okay.â
âWhat?â
âItâs okay. Steveâ¦well, he was mad as hell that you were the one who paid for his treatment. Mad but then proud. He wants to talk to you about where you got the money, though.â
âLottery,â I say softly. âItâs not a big deal.â
Eyebrows raise, but they donât ask me any questions. I guess thatâll be a discussion for another day.
âAnd he was confused about how we could all be in love with you at the same time until we showed him that show on TV and explained that itâs what we want.â
âYou told him you wantâ¦â I trail off, totally overwhelmed by what theyâre saying. Love. Can this be real?
âWe told him that we want to be with youâ¦all of us. Together. Forever.â
âForever?â My voice sounds so small and pathetic, like a child asking if an amazing toy is really theirs.
âForever,â Jefferson says.
âYou want it too, donât you?â Anderson asks. Always the one to check that theyâre not bulldozing my feelings.
I gaze around at the hopeful expressions on my stepbrothersâ faces, and I canât believe that any of this is something that could happen to me. I fought feeling anything at all for so long, and now I have not one but four men who have filled my heart. I have four men who have fought for me, who have driven hours to come and make me theirs.
And I canât believe it, but I want to do this. I want to be theirs, and I want them to be mine. I want all of what Maisie has. Unending love and security. Someone always there to stand by me through life.
One amazing partner would have been great, but fourâ¦well, I donât know what Iâve done to deserve it.
âI do,â I say, then blush profusely at the words I chose. They feel very formal, but maybe thatâs right. This isnât an easy commitment for any of us to make. Thereâll be push-back our whole lives from strangers whoâd like to believe that four men and one woman is a sordid arrangement. Theyâll never feel what I feel insideâthe purity of our bond and the savage way I love these men or the fear Iâve had to let go of, even to admit that to myself.
Jefferson pulls me into an embrace and itâs the sweetest thing. Heâs had his own journey to this point that I guess weâll talk about in time. There is so much to share now. The intimacy that I feared and moreâ¦just more of this. His big hands stroke over my hair, and he kisses my forehead. My insides melt, and more tears slide from my eyes. Maybe in time, the tenderness they show me will feel easier. I want to be able to enjoy it without feeling unworthy.
âMy dadâs really okay? And your mom?â
Brayson takes my hand. âTheyâve seen firsthand how short life can be, and they just want us to be happy. Iâm sure theyâd prefer that we all went off and found partners for ourselves, but this has happened, and thereâs no undoing it. At least, thatâs what we told them.â
âSo, weâre really going to do this?â
âYes. For sure. I know weâre living far apart right now, but the drive isnât too bad. We can make it for weekends and holidays. We could meet halfway,â Anderson says.
âJeffersonâs already marked out the suitable motels,â Carson laughs.
âWell, I needed something to do to keep me from going nuts,â he admits.
âYou thought I was going to say no?â
There are shrugs all round. âWe thought youâd try to push us away. We werenât sure weâd be able to get through to you.â
âMaybe I should have made you work harder?â I laugh through my tears.
âHarder than this?â
I look around and see what Carson means. They look wrecked from the journey and the discussions they had before they left. Now theyâre here thereâs no way Iâm letting them leave.
My bed is too small for all of us, so I suggest a motel. Iâve never seen them look happier.
And itâs different between us nowâstill the same passion and raw need. Still the same desperation, but itâs all laced with tenderness and awe that makes everything sweeter.
As I lie between my boys, I say a silent prayer. Iâd always felt like the universe had forgotten me. I was an unnoticed child in a vast world. Something changed on my eighteenth birthday. The lottery win was a turning point, a stepping stone to happiness.
And Iâm going to keep taking brave steps wherever this new and exciting path is going to take me.