Page 33 of An Unexpected Encounter

“Good. There’s more in your refrigerator if you get hungry later. You should have enough for today. One of us will be back tomorrow to bring you some more.”

“Fine. I’m really tired now. Can you please go?” “We’re going. But if you need us, call,” I tell her.

“Okay.”

We each tell her goodbye and leave.

Once we are back in our truck, we all start talking over each other, angry at the situation.

For the rest of the night, all I could think about was Selena there alone. I messaged her until I went to bed. Some she answered right away, others took longer. Her responses were short, but she still texted back, and that was the most important thing.

We didn’t want to overwhelm her, so last night was my night to text. Today is Jay’s.

Hopefully, we can get close to her and break down that barrier she’s built up to keep us out.

I rake my hands through my hair, tugging on the ends, before I sit up in bed and swing my legs over the side. The coolness of the wood floor against my feet contrasts with the warmth of my bed.

We have a shift tonight, so one of us will take her some food this morning, and then all three of us will drop by before we head to the fire station.

If she’s not looking better by tomorrow morning, she’s in for a rude awakening, as her ass is coming home with us. I’d gladly sleep on the couch and give her my bed. I’d rather be cuddled up next to her with my arms wrapped around her, but I can be patient.

It’s been months, but I still remember how amazing she felt that night. I fall back on the bed as I slip my hand underneath the band of my pajama pants and grip my already hardened shaft.

I give it a firm squeeze before stroking up and down.

Memories from that night flow through my head. How she smelled of cherry blossoms. How she would let out that little gasp when my fingers slid across her soft belly. The way her nipples pebbled when I flicked them with my tongue, blowing my warm breath across them.

My strokes become faster as my thoughts run rampant.

She was so wet that night, so responsive to my every touch. She knew what she wanted and took it. Her confidence was such a fucking turn-on.

Her pussy was perfect. It was made for my cock, fitting it like a glove.

I can still see the way her heavy breasts bounced as she rode my cock. The way she cried out when she orgasmed, squeezing her legs tightly against my hips.

It’s all I need to send me over the edge as I let out a mix between a groan and a grunt, my cum shooting from my cock.

I need her. No, that’s not right. It’s more like I crave her. She’s an addiction I’ll never grow tired of. With Selena, I see a future not only for me but also with my brothers. There’s nothing I want more than to see her grow round with our children as we build a family together.

There are just a couple of things in the way.

Sam and our parents. More specifically, her fucking mother.

We need to find a way to get rid of Sam and convince our parents that it’s okay for us to not only share the same woman, but that it’s not weird that she’s our stepsister.

One thing’s for sure, we’re not going to keep letting Julia talk to her the way she has been. It’s unacceptable.

We need to call Dad so we can have a private conversation with him about Julia. I just don’t understand why he’s changed. This person he’s becoming is not the man he is, the one we’ve known our entire lives.

Sitting up, I pull my shirt over my head and clean the cum from my hands before standing and going to my ensuite bathroom to shower.

Thirty minutes later, after showering and dressing for the day, I head out of my room to check on my brothers. I wonder if they are also flooded with memories and craving more of our woman.

I find Eli in the kitchen, sitting at the table, staring intently at his phone, with a cup of coffee in hand. But Jay’s nowhere around.

“Where’s Jay?”

“He went to get some food for Selena and check on her. He’s going to try to see if she’ll let him spend some time there today before we have to go in to work. I’ve been checking out Selena’s social media, but they're all private. I wanted to find out what she’s like. Do you think it’s weird if I request to be her friend?”

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