Chloe’s New Beginning (5 page)

“Oh…excuse me, I didn’t mean to interrupt.” A soft, feminine voice pulled her from her thoughts, and she pulled away, moving behind Adam to hide.

“Don’t worry, Chloe, it’s just my mom. Come on over, Mom. I know you’re dying to meet her.” Adam pulled her to stand in front of him, and Chloe found kind, dark-blue eyes looking at her, assessing her. She now knew where these men got their stunning good looks from.

“Hi, Chloe. It’s so wonderful to finally meet you. I’ve been begging Conner to bring you home. I’m Natalya. My husbands should be here in a minute. They’ve been looking forward to meeting you as well.” Chloe extended her hand, and Natalya pulled her into a tight hug. She knew that Conner was Russian, but to hear his mom’s soft accent, she smiled, remembering that with certain words his voice changed a little a mimicked his heritage.

“Oh, here they are now. Alexei, Dmitri, Isaak…we’re in here.” Three large men walked in. One had a slight limp, but other than that, they were all quite muscular and very handsome. She felt nervous under their watchful eye as they walked into the room. She took a small step back into Adam’s chest. He put his arms around her, and she felt comforted and secure. How could Conner have three dads? It just wasn’t possible, and why had he never told her about his family dynamics, unless that was what his “secret” was.

“We have all been waiting to meet you. I’m sorry that Conner didn’t bring you home himself. Now that you’re here, Adam and Brandon will finally be able to settle down.” Alexei held out his arms, showing her that he was waiting for her to come to him. This family seemed to be huggers. Adam put his arms down and gave her a slight push forward, helping to take the next step into his father’s embrace. She gave him a quick hug, letting go before he did, and she felt guilty because they had lost their son. She wasn’t the only one in pain. She put her arms back around him and hugged him once more. Both Dmitri and Isaak smiled at her, probably able to sense her insecurity.

“It’s nice to finally meet you all. I wish Conner would’ve told me more. The only thing he said was that I wasn’t yet ready to meet you all. I can’t imagine it’s any easier under these circumstances,” Chloe said. They were all so cute, probably in their early sixties, although it wasn’t obvious, they looked so young. Chloe smiled, wow, how lucky was Natalya.

“I have the perfect place for that urn. You shouldn’t walk around with it. It’s a constant reminder. I’m sorry, I can see that you’re in pain. I think it’s time to heal. We are all trying to heal.” Natalya walked over to her and held out her hand, wanting to take the urn from her, to take Conner, and Chloe started to feel a bit panicked.

“Chloe…Chloe, this is hard for all of us, but I know my Conner. He wouldn’t want you to be in pain.” Natalya’s eyes held hers, and she saw the truth. She was right. Conner was always so happy and free. He wouldn’t want her to be a prisoner of her own making.

“Um…okay. I guess you’re probably right.” Chloe handed her the urn, watched her walk over to the fireplace mantel, and set it down next to a family picture. She took a few quiet, deep breaths, not wanting to alert anyone that she was feeling lost again. To her amazement, Adam walked over and put his arms around her, pulling her back against his chest. He leaned down and kissed the top of her head. His lips warmed her, and she felt a blanket of peace wrap around her. The feeling was unreal, and she relaxed in his embrace.

“I’m sure you’re probably hungry. Why don’t I show you to the bathroom? You can take a nice, hot soak. When you’re done, I’ll have lunch ready,” Adam told her, and she nodded her head and let him lead her down the hall and away from the living room.

He opened a door, and she couldn’t hold her gasp. She walked into the largest bathroom she had ever seen. There was a large glass shower on one wall with multiple heads, and it looked like at least five people could shower together comfortably. A Jacuzzi-style bath was attached to it, and her muscles flexed, wanting to get in. Multiple towels hung on warming racks throughout the room. The room looked like a minispa. There were soaps, lotions, creams, and gels on a wall display in various scents.

“Wow. This is the most amazing bathroom I’ve ever seen.” Chloe stood in the middle of the room and turned around slowly, wanting to see everything.

“We didn’t know what you liked, so I had the housekeeper go out and buy everything. I hope you’ll be comfortable here, Chloe. We want you to stay.” He smiled down at her, and she had a hard time catching her breath.

“Don’t worry. You don’t have to give me an answer now. Just relax. Whenever you’re ready, I’ll have a plate of food for you.” Adam leaned down and kissed her forehead, her cheek, and then he brushed his lips against hers. He turned and walked out of the bathroom, leaving her standing in the middle of the room, completely breathless.

* * * *

Adam shut the bathroom door and shook his head. Wow, the woman could reduce him to nothing. He had left the bathroom quickly, unable to control his raging lust for another minute, his cock pushed against his jeans painfully. He leaned against the wall and listened as Chloe turned on the water. She hummed quietly. He smiled and listened to her. She was the one for both Brandon and him. Hope sparked and sizzled under his skin.

When he heard a low moan escape her lips, Adam could take no more. He turned away from the bathroom and headed to the kitchen. Thinking about her naked body wasn’t helping. He needed to cook her something to eat, anything to get his mind off the goddess in his bathroom.

When he walked into the kitchen, his parents were sitting at the large counter, talking quietly. He cleared his throat, not wanting to interrupt their conversation.

“She smelled like Conner. Do you think he claimed her?” his mother asked.

“I don’t know. There isn’t a mark on her neck, which means he followed one rule. If he did, then it might be somewhere else on her body.”

“I can’t even begin to understand why he didn’t bring her home, unless, maybe he wanted to keep her to himself.” His mom looked so sad, and he wanted to comfort her, but he knew that they had a long road ahead of them.

“I don’t know, Mom. I’m just glad she’s here now. We can’t change the past.”

“I know. One good thing I did notice, she felt the pull to both you and Brandon,” his dad, Alexei, added.

“Yeah, I felt it, too. I knew she was ours the moment Brandon stepped into the house with her in his arms. I could smell her.”

“It’s going to be okay, son. We trust your judgment. Everything will work out. We just wanted to meet her and stay for a little while. We’ll head home and come back later,” his dad, Dmitri, said.

“I’m gonna make her something to eat. Then, I am hoping to get some answers. I’ll call you before the ceremony.” He didn’t want to be rude, but he knew that his dismissal sounded that way. He was going to apologize, but they took the hint and headed out without another word.

He focused on his task, pulling multiple containers out of the fridge, unsure what she would like. He decided to make some spaghetti and garlic bread. That sounded like the easiest thing to do.

* * * *

Chloe sat in the large tub and felt tiny. The bathtub could hold five more people. She leaned her head back, letting the warm water seep into her chilly skin, warming her body. She pushed the button for the jets, and when they turned on, coming to life, her body turned to mush. The massaging heads came from every direction, and she closed her eyes on a deep moan that couldn’t be stopped. Oh, it felt so good. Nothing had ever felt so good. She rocked her body, pushing her toes against the wall of the tub, allowing the jets to touch her whole body.

She thought back to the scene in the living room and realized that Natalya had been right, she’d been carrying Conner’s ashes around for almost a solid month, reliving his loss daily. She opened a scab that was trying to heal, and now that she was sitting in the tub, she realized that she had been causing herself more pain on purpose.
Oh, Conner, I miss you much. I think I’m finally ready to start healing. I hope you know that I will love you forever.
She continued to whisper words of good-bye, feeling lighter.

After lying in the tub for close to an hour, the bathroom door opened and she sat up straight, bringing her hands up and covering her breasts. She gasped when a head peeked around the corner and found her. “Hello, beautiful, I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” Brandon smiled at her, his whole face lighting up, and Chloe found herself smiling back at him.

“I’m fine. You should probably leave, though.” She sank deeper in the water, trying to hide her body from his searching eyes.

“I thought I might be able to help.” His voice was dark, and she could see his eyes swirl and become darker as he stared at her.

“Oh really? How exactly do you think you might be able to help?” She smirked and stared wide-eyed at him, wondering where this flirting was coming from. She had never been this forward, but the idea of this gorgeous man wanting her made her feel wanton and sexy.

Brandon walked into the bathroom and leaned against the marble countertop. He crossed his arms over his broad chest and stretched out his long legs. “Someone is feelin’ brave. It’s nice to see the kitten has some claws.” He raised an eyebrow, and Chloe knew that he was waiting for an invitation. She wasn’t sure what had come over her, but she wanted him, she wanted to feel his lips again.

“Are you just going to stand there and make promises, or are you gonna come over here and show me how you can ‘help’ me?” She put the word
help
in air quotes, feeling tough. Putting her hands at her sides, she turned her body so that he could get a better look.

Brandon pushed off the counter. She watched him unbutton his jeans and pull them down, releasing his huge, magnificent cock, glistening with his desire. He pulled his black, cotton T-shirt over his head, and Chloe licked her lips in appreciation as every square inch of perfect skin came into view.

Brandon stepped toward her and got into the tub. He leaned forward and traced his finger over her cheek and across her full bottom lip. Chloe stared at him, panting, enjoying his attention, wanting so much more. The ache between her legs throbbed to the beat of her heart.

He pulled her into his arms, and Chloe went willingly, letting him take complete control of her. He didn’t hold back. He took her mouth and devoured her, taking ownership. She let his tongue stroke deep, tasting his intense flavors. She became mindless, kissing him. The intoxicating flavor overwhelming her completely, she went lax in his arms, silently begging for more. He didn’t disappoint. Brandon moved his hand down and cupped her breast, rolling her nipple in between his thumb and forefinger. The slight pinch of pain made her squirm in his lap, trying to get closer to him. Her pussy clinched repeatedly, and she moved her hand down, wanting to use her fingers to find her own pleasure.

Brandon was fast, too fast. He grabbed her hand and put it behind her back, holding it with his left hand, and he shook his head. He moved his lip to her jaw, placing small kisses along the way until he reached her ear. He bit her earlobe. “I’ll take care of you…I promise. You don’t need to ever use your pretty little fingers again.” He moved his hand down from her breast and cupped her mound. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes. Please…Brandon…I need it.” She moved on his lap, his hard cock pressed tight against her thigh.

Brandon spread her lips apart. Using one hand, he pushed one large finger into her pussy, and Chloe gasped. She felt possessed, owned, and it was the most amazing thing she had felt in a long time. She started moving, fucking his finger, trying to find her release. Brandon moved her body further up his chest. He leaned his head down and took her nipple into his mouth. Chloe’s panting turned into groaning, her head falling back, her hands reaching over to grab his shoulders for support.

He sucked and toyed at the hard bud with his lips and tongue, and she moved on his finger, unable to stop herself, unable to control the pleasure that was flowing through her body. Brandon added another finger, stretching her. She was moments from coming. She knew it, and he knew it. He pressed his thumb against her clit and made fast little circular motions until Chloe thrashed in his arms, her nails into his flesh.

“Oh, God,” she panted, so close to her peak. “Oh, God, yes! I’m almost there. Fuck…Brandon, don’t stop. Oh shit!” The orgasm ripped through her. She shook, unable to stop, unable to breathe as waves of heat flowed through her. A kaleidoscope of colors danced behind her eyelids, and she felt Brandon lower her once again into the warm water. She leaned her head against his chest, feeling his arms come around her and hold her tight. He kissed the top of her head, and she smiled.