Page 51 of The Secret Stalker
His words break my heart and piece it back together again. I don’t understand why they all chose me but I’m choosing them back. My tears pour more freely but they’re a strange mix of happiness and sadness that these men haven’t found anyone else because they only want me. “I don’t ever want to give you all up, I want it to be us, how we were this morning at breakfast and this afternoon when I got home. But my mum always said,If it seems too good to be true, then it’s too good to be true.”
“I understand that, but can’t we also believe in miracles? If we take off the lens that tells us how we can or can’t be happy, can’t we make our own happiness in the way that suits us? I understand that the narrative has been a male and a female in a couple. Just because that’s how it’s always been done, doesn’t make it the right fit for everyone. We can love whoever and however we want to love. The only restraints we put on love are the ones we put on ourselves.”
Mack is talking about love. He loves me. Do they all love me? Can I love them all back? Haven’t I been trying to see Mack—or Zee as I had originally known him—outside of work for years? Haven’t I been flirting with Tye for the same period of time? Don’t I always take the jobs Rory and Flynn post? I’ve been drawn to all four men for all this time without even realising it. I know I’m in lust but I know I can fall in love with these men so easily it frightens me. It frightens me to the core because this is different, this is more. Sure, I was lonely after breaking up with Sam, but I knew if I stayed I was only settling. But if I stay with these men, I know deep down I’m in it for the long haul. They did all this for me, they are not playing around. They all chose me, they want me, want tokeepme. Now I need to trust in the universe that I can keep them too. I feel silly for crying over something just because it feels too good to be true. I need to believe we can make it work and do my best to ensure it does, for better or for worse. When do these kinds of opportunities come knocking?
“I’m being silly. You’re right. I think my brain just can’t handle the fact you all chose me. It just doesn’t feel real. But I want it to,” I say. This close up I can see the blue outline that circles the greenish-amber of his eyes as they look back at me with concern but also something more. Something I can feel radiating from him. He is handing me his heart on a platter and I know he’s been shielding it for a very long time now. If he can be honest and own the way he’s feeling, then I am in a safe space to own mine. He is not running in the opposite direction, he’s right here, making me feel better.
“I’ve got you Sophie. We’ve got you. Always share how you’re feeling. It’s not us and you, it’s all of us, together now, sleeping, eating, cooking and fucking. It wasn’t how I saw my future, but it turns out it’s better than I could have imagined. We have roommates, we have kinks, and, most of all, we are allhere for the same reasons. And we all want to make it work. I didn’t think I would be able to share a woman until you. I didn’t know I could share you with three other men, but then there are those guys who are just as open-minded and mad for you as I am. Turns out I can share you and I even enjoy it. Watching and taking part in sharing you is so much better than watching from afar like before, wouldn’t you agree?”
I laugh because he’s right. “I wouldn’t have it any other way and I’ve only had a taste of it, of you and them.”
“It’s just the beginning Sophie, the best is yet to come.”
My tears dry up, my spirits feel lighter. “Thank you, that was one big come down after one gigantic high. I was drowning in my own mind. I won’t do that again.”
“If you spiral, I will be there to pick you up. You don’t need to do anything alone anymore, there are plenty of us to talk with and share. I can’t speak for Flynn, but I know the others have a lot to say. Just try them.”
“I will, I promise. Thank you,” I reply. Mack tucks his finger under the chain around my neck and draws me closer.
“I cannot wait to have you to myself alone, though. I need to see you on your knees for me and soon,” he whispers, his breath warm on my lips as he looks into my soul. His request awakens the sultry whore inside of me and gone are my fears and worries. In its place is heated desire. “Now let’s get you out of this bath and fed and into bed. Trying to stop us from constantly fucking you is going to be a challenge.”
I laugh. “I don’t want you to,” I smile back at him as he lets go of my chain. “I’m always up for play time, you know that,” I purr knowing what I am doing to him.
“Well that’s lucky because I’m not sure how we could stop. Maybe when we all settle in together we will stop pouncing on you.” I pout back at him, giving him my best sad puppy dog eyes. “Or not,” he chuckles and I see the worry has vanishedand in its place is contentment. “Stand up, Baby. I’m getting you out of this tub before you turn into a prune.” I do as he says and pull the plug out as I go. He picks up a pink fluffy towel and wraps me in it like a burrito, then picks me up and throws me over his shoulder as he carries me to mine and Rory’s room to get changed.
That evening after eating and watching TV together, I climb into bed with Mack who smothers me with love. He doesn’t try to fuck me, he tells me he would rather wake up inside me. And despite my complaints that we can do both, he insists that I’ve reached my limit for today. Apparently someone has to look after my pussy and if it’s not going to be me, then he’ll have to do it. He wraps his body around mine in bed, neither of us wearing any clothes, per his request, so I can feel his bare chest on my back. My bum is scooped back into his groin and legs. I give it a little wriggle but he growls sleepily to behave or he’ll have to tie me to the bed so I relent and give in to the sleep that is trying to claim me.
THIRTY-FOUR
Sophie
True to his word, I wake up to the feeling of Mack pushing inside of me. I don’t open my eyes but I feel everything around me. I register I’m on my back and Mack has pushed my legs apart so they’re bent open at the knees. I don’t have any clothes on and neither does he. I peek open my eyes to look up at him staring back at me, the tip of his cock nudging further inside of me, a slow smile spreading across his gorgeous face. I tilt my hips, asking for more of him which he obliges me with a gentle thrust. “Good morning,” I whisper, deliriously happy this is how I get to wake up. My sweet, dominating, clever man sliding balls deep inside of me.
“I can see the appeal that Tye finds so alluring,” says Mack huskily.
“You’re lucky he didn’t join us in the night,” I grin.
“I told him you were all mine for the night and I’d cut off his balls if I found him inside of you. I think he listened.”
Giggling, I thrust my hips up to meet his slow rhythm,wanting to feel more of him, all of him. Mack fucks me slowly and takes his time, building my arousal to match his own. When I am arching and bucking into him, he takes pity on me and moves his hips faster as I reach for him and pull his mouth down to mine. Our mouths join and our kiss is passionate. It feels like our worlds collide as he begins to build up my orgasm to a perfect crescendo. I let go and tip over the edge into sweet, blissful, orgasmic deliciousness, sucking him deeper as I come around him. Mack doesn’t need any more than my clenching walls around him to come and he roars out my name as he empties himself inside of me.God what a perfect way to start my day.
I lift my head to kiss hard on his lips. “Thank you,” I say.
“For what?” he asks.
“For being you,” I say simply, and I mean it.
We clean up, get dressed and join Tye and Flynn in the kitchen for a brisk breakfast before we all go our separate ways. I arrange to meet Tye again to walk Snowy after work but he’s going to stop in for his morning coffee first as usual. By all accounts I have a nice day, work flies by and is just a normal day in the cafe. I stop to talk to the security guard, Chester, as I wave off Casey for the day after our shift ends. When I leave the Clarendon and walk over to my car a black Rolls-Royce follows me and parks alongside my own. I turn to see who is getting out of the car, seeing as a Rolls is pretty unusual, even for the Clarendon.
A man who looks more like a driver gets out and then opens the back door to show a man in his late fifties, possibly sixties, sitting in the back. He has grey hair and is wearing a crisp white shirt and black dress trousers. “Get in the car, Sophie,” he says to me. “We have something we need to discuss about my sons.” My curiosity turns to fear as my heart rate spikes to a thundering in my chest. This is Mack and Tye’s father?
“Why can’t we speak in there?” I gesture to the Clarendon.
“I’m not sure the things I need to say, you want anyone else to know, do you?”
I’m caught so off guard I don’t know how to make a decision. I definitely don’t want anyone at the Clarendon to know I’m seeing three members and a staff member. But I also don’t want to get into the car with this stranger. Particularly as Mack and Tye haven’t said a warm word about him. “Time is ticking. I’m happy to take this discussion inside if that is what you wish?” says the man coolly.
“Who are you?” I ask, unsure if I’d recognise his name or not.
