Page 21 of Band of Brothers - MFMM Menage Romance (Sweet Treats 8)
With that, we dissolve into laughter because we understand one another. With Fred, Finn, and Forest, we’re always on the same wavelength. I understand what they want, and they understand my needs as well. The only unexplained variable in this equation is Owen. Will my dad accept our threesome, or will he condemn the choices I’ve made?
The only way to see is to broach the subject and to talk like adults. But with Finn, Forest, and Fred by my side, I’m not afraid. These men mean so much to me, and their support leaves me feeling warm inside.
“You know what?” I ask, as Finn rubs my shoulders again. I crack my neck, and the audible popping sound makes the brothers wince.
“What?” asks Fred.
“I’m going to talk with Owen tomorrow,” I say. “He hasn’t left on his next gig yet, so I might as well. I think he’ll be okay with it.”
The Connaughts look a bit pensive, their handsome faces drawn. Finn even stops massaging my shoulders for a moment, but then his fingers continue their work.
“Sure,” growls Forest. “You know Owen best, and we only want what’s best for you, June. We support you if you want to tell your dad.”
“But also, we want you to know that you have a place with us, even if Owen goes ballistic and rejects our relationship,” growls Forest, his tone serious. “You mean that much to us, June. We’re not going to let you go just because your dad doesn’t believe.”
I nod, my lips turning up in a sweet smile.
“I know,” is my soft murmur. “That’s why I love being with you Forest, Fred, and Finn. I know you always have my back.”
With those words, we kiss passionately, and soon, the alpha males have carried me to their bed for another session of lovemaking. But I meant what I said because I feel that I do have a home with them. These men care about me, worship my body, and look out for me in a way that no one ever has before. I feel safe with the Connaught brothers, and my body and spirit soar as they pleasure me once more.
12
Forest
“Well, this is unexpected,” says Owen as we traipse into the room. “Finn? Forest? Fred? I didn’t even know you knew my daughter, much less were friends with her.”
June smiles sweetly while gesturing for us to take a seat on the living room couch. The Merchants have a nice home. It’s a small house in a cul-de-sac, painted yellow on the outside with white trim. Inside, June has made it very homey and comfortable. Floral overstuffed couches dot the living room, and white lace curtains frame the windows.
Except that the sofa is much too small for all three of us. Finn and Fred gingerly sit on either side, their knees almost coming up to their chins, while I remain standing.
“Sit Forest,” commands June, pointing at an armchair. “You’ll be more comfortable that way.”
Obediently, I take a seat and Owen watches our interactions with amusement.
“So, how can I help you?” he says, sitting his huge form down on a divan. Just like us, the man is enormous and his towering frame dwarfs the furniture. “I know I’ve seen you at the Lodge, but we haven’t talked that much. Welcome to my home.”
My brothers and I make the appropriate noises.
“Thanks for having us,” growls Finn.
“Your home is beautiful,” adds Fred, a bit more graciously.
Owen nods.
“It’s all because of my daughter. I’m a long-haul trucker, just like all the guys in the club, so I’m not even around that much. I think June made these curtains by hand, didn’t you? She’s very good that way,” her dad brags.
Our girl blushes, and her cheeks turn a pretty pink color.
“I used a sewing machine, Daddy,” she scolds. “No one sews by hand anymore, except for buttons and a few specialty items.”
Owen slaps his knee jovially.
“Oh right. Well, my daughter has done a great job with our home,” he reiterates. “What you see is all her doing.”
I look around. This place is nice, and the feminine touches give it a welcoming air. June must have put up the eggshell blue wallpaper, and added the flowers on the little stand by my side. Maybe we could ask her to do our house as well, or at least our suite at the Lodge. Right now, Finn, Fred and I are living a minimalist lifestyle, so to say. None of us really enjoy shopping, so we only have the necessities.
But June lets out another trill of laughter. She and her dad get along, and I’m glad to see their interaction.
“Well, Daddy, it’s a plus that you’re in a good mood because Finn, Forest, Fred, and I wanted to talk to you about something very specific,” she begins. “In fact, I wanted to talk to you alone first, but Finn, Forest and Fred wouldn’t let me.”