Seven Groomsmen from Hell (Love by Numbers 6)

“What’s all of your connection to one another?” She asked. “What makes you so close that you would share women?”

That wasn’t a bad question. It would probably come as a shock to anyone to find out that a bunch of men intentionally shared a woman. “Well, you know Kent, Luke, Mason, David, Christian, and I all play for the Hellraisers. Well, Kent is retired because of his injuries, but that’s how we met him. I know it probably seems like Luke is our ringleader, and in many ways he is, but it was Kent that brought us all together.”

Khloe’s eyes widened. “Wait… Did Kent share too? Did Anna—?”

I cut her off before she could finish. “No, no, no. Kent’s way too buttoned up for that shit. He doesn’t even like that we do it. No, he and Anna have always been their own thing.” Khloe relaxed a little and I was glad I didn’t have to shatter her image of her best friend. “So, we all knew each other from the team, and then at one point Kent ran into some real financial trouble and met Bram. He saved his life. Got him out of debt, helped him build his savings, and even helped him avoid jail for tax evasion, but you didn’t hear that from me, and Anna can never know.”

Khloe shook her head. “Of course.”

“Then a little later on, Kent got injured,” I continued.

“He can’t win,” she said.

I laughed. “For real. He ended up getting a concussion and that’s how he met Cody. He was his trauma surgeon. He took a nasty helmet-to-helmet. He brought Cody to a game as thanks and then we all went for a beer afterwards. I was surprised he was so cool. We ended up really bonding with him and Bram. Before too long, it was like we were brothers. Luke cajoled some of us into sharing a woman and that’s how we realized that with our busy lives, keeping women happy individually was a bit difficult, but if we all focused on one, it’d be good. We’ve had several ‘trial runs,’ but we still haven’t found the one. Or shall I say, we hadn’t…” Khloe stared at me intently. I could tell she was deep in thought about what I just told her, and processing the role she played in all of it. She took a sip of her coffee and stared off into space for a while. Finally I poked her gently with the fork and brought her attention back to me. “So, are you going to run now knowing the truth?”

To my shock and awe, Khloe shook her head. “No, I just have a lot to think about now, don’t I?”

I bobbed my head. “I suppose so.” I leaned over the table and kissed her gently on the cheek. “Don’t think about it too hard, though. We wouldn’t dream of pressuring you into that lifestyle.”

I stood up from the table, offered Khloe a light bow, and then started off back towards my room. She did have a lot to think about, and I decided to leave her to it, not just because I didn’t want her to feel pressured, but because just thinking about getting to fuck her had my dick hardening at a rapid pace.

15

Khloe

I was a ghost wandering the halls as I made my way back to my room. I couldn’t believe what Brett had told me, and how it all locked into place with what Luke was saying during foreplay the night before. They really did share women and all of them got off on watching the woman they were seeing get fucked by other men. My body boiled as I thought of myself being tossed and turned by multiple groomsmen at once. I could only imagine it would be the best sex I’d ever had, an honor currently held by Luke for his recent show. The guys were sexy, that was something I hadn’t denied once since I met them, and after Luke’s heartfelt apology, and Brett’s sweet catering to me and feeding me during breakfast, I was beginning to think there was a different side to all of them that had stayed just outside of my field of view.

I inserted my card key into the slot on the door and heard the sound of it click just before I was assaulted by the sounds of sniffling and springs creaking. I was in a room all by myself, so I had no idea who could be making the noises from inside. I rushed in and as I rounded the corner to the bedroom, I saw Anna there, jumping up and down on the bed, bawling her eyes out.

“Anna!” I screeched and she looked down at me, but kept jumping. “What the hell are you doing? What’s wrong?’