“You can, if you must,” I decided to play along. If he wanted to give me that little bit of control, I’d be happy to go along with him.
“I can wait if that’s what you want?”
“I do,” I responded with my bottom lip caught between my teeth in delight. I looked around, but knew I was alone. Mom was out with the handsome dentist again. She’d even stayed the night with him a time or two. I’d just winked at her when she rushed in to change for work then left again.
This new dynamic to our relationship was nice, and I had a feeling I’d be able to tell her my secret soon.
“If I must.” He finally sent back after a few minutes.
“You didn’t just do it, did you, or you’re telling me you didn’t?” I asked with a quirky-eyebrowed emoji.
“No, I swear.”
“Good.”
“It hurts though.” He sent a pout with the text.
“Good. That means, tomorrow, when you finally get to let go of that load, you’ll be more than ready for it.”
“Don’t be surprised if I fuck you against the hotel room door, then.”
“Oh, now you want to be bossy?” I asked with a happy roll of my eyes.
“It’s not bossy. It’s desperation for that sweet pussy of yours, Nicolette. I dream about it, about you, all of you. Your beautiful face, those luscious breasts I love to hold, those dark nipples I love to suck, all of you.”
“I dream about you too and can’t wait to have you all with me again.”
“It won’t be long. Just a few hours, really.”
“I know, but you’re as desperate as I am for those hours to pass.”
“I am, fuck, I am!” he added an emoji with wide eyes, and I laughed.
“Poor babe.”
“I have to go. Daniel needs some help, I’ll see you tomorrow, babe. Goodnight.”
I sent a quick goodbye and went to bed. It was dark, almost midnight, and I was tired. I’d mowed the grass for Mom and then had a shower. I was ready for a shitty documentary and sleep.
I found one on cheeses and sprawled in my bed. Tomorrow I’d be up to my eyeballs in men, so for now, I needed to rest. I couldn’t concentrate on the documentary, so I rolled over and ignored it. My brain was on overdrive, wondering what we’d all get up to together.
I knew what we’d be doing, but how? Would they all want me on their own again, or would it be one big free for all again? I wanted to experience everything with them. I wanted to explore the things they each had to offer me, but for now, we had to take the stolen moments when we could and enjoy them the best we could.
It wasn’t a competition, either. They weren’t trying to outdo each other as I might have expected. They were all very respectful of each other and their time with me. I had to assume this was something they’d all discussed in detail as they did everything, and that probably let them be as open and free with each other as they were.
They were quadruplets, naturally conceived, and they’d known each other from the moment of conception. They hadn’t fallen out with each other, as some multiples did. They’d formed a bond that appeared to be unbreakable. I was glad about that because the one thing I didn’t want was to be the reason they argued or felt anger with each other.
I didn’t want any of them to be jealous of the others either. I wanted there to be understanding and nothing but love. It was selfish, maybe, but I wanted this to continue, so I was often careful not to single one brother out more than the other, even if Tristan did seem to need more love.
He and Daniel were both my romantics, but Tristan, now that he’d come to know me better, really needed the most love. The others were good with what I gave them, but Tristan wanted the sweet words, the actual love that I had to give, more so than the others.
That’s why I adored them all. They each needed something different from me. They each wanted to have their own version of Nicolette, but they also knew I was my own person. They weren’t too demanding, or too controlling. They seemed to know that to make this work, we all had to make an effort and be careful.
It wasn’t a game anymore. From the moment we’d all decided to carry on with this, it became something more. I respected them and the relationship we were trying to create. If that meant one needed more from me than the others, then so be it.
I woke up the next day with a smile on my face. I went into the kitchen to find Mom having breakfast before she went in for work.