Page 6 of If He Wanted To, He Wood

“Yeah, it is to make sure all our feelings aren’t fake. Distance makes the heart grow fonder and that shit. If you don’t want us, bring us back to the lot and Nathan will replant us,” I tell her.

“What happens in the next five weeks?” she asks, her eyes as big as saucers.

“We can do chores for you, date the best we can, but try to remember we come from the 80s, so dating was different. Whatever you want us to do,” Bruce says. His eyes meet mine and I glance at Forrest, we all want this more than anything.

“Will you ever age? Will you remain unchanged? I don’t want to be old and grey and you three still be hot as hell?” she asks. She giggles, and the sound is light and infectious.

“We don’t know. Honestly, nobody gave us any information about the curse or what would happen if we were saved. We know we like you and we hope we can serve you as best as we can,” Forrest says.

“Well, this is a fuck load of information to deal with, but we should go. I have groceries to buy, and we can all go together. That way, you can help carry the bags and pick out stuff you like,” she says. She stands and grabs her keys, we follow her out of the house.

I’m amazed as she turns on the truck, and while she presses buttons on the square thing in her hand music blares from the speakers. I imagine a lot has changed in forty years. I start to feel overwhelmed by everything that is different.

Once we get to the store, she parks and we walk towards the entrance flanking behind her. She directs Bruce to get a cart, and he pushes it as we walk through the grocery store. Everything inside the store is different but the same. The logos have changed over time, but the products remain similar. After we’ve made our way through, we come to a strange-looking machine. People are scanning their items and I’m puzzled, I bend to look at the weird thing she is scanning her items on. She starts to laugh at me and doesn’t stop giggling until the scanning is done, she pays with a card and hands us the bags of groceries as we walk out of the doors to the parking lot.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have laughed so much. It was a self-checkout. Stores often have more self-checkouts than cashiers, resulting in shorter lines.”

“Tasha?” We hear a male voice and my nerves grate. I hate that someone else knows her, possibly likes her. It’s obvious she has lived a life before us but it still irritates me. When I direct my gaze to him, I notice his eyes trail a little too slowly over her body before his mouth forms into a grim line. He’s about the same height as Bruce, with shaggy brown hair and an unshaved face. I stand closer to her, Bruce stands behind her and Forrest takes her other side. It appears to shock him, his eyes widen and his mouth opens slowly as his gaze moves over the three of us.

“Edward, hi,” she says with distaste.

Nine

Tasha

The last person I expected to see on my way back to my truck was Edward, but I feel the guys surround me and I already feel proud. I know I dodged a bullet. He’s proved he’s a piece of shit. But as I stand here, cocking my head to the side, I stare into his eyes and my mouth curls into a slight smirk. I feel like I’ve won the breakup if there is any competition.

“Who are your friends?” he asks me.

“This is Bruce, Ash, and Forrest,” I tell him, as his eyes trail over each guy.

“Kinda quick, eh Tash?” he says. I’m disgusted. I found him balls deep in a strange woman, for fuck’s sake.

“I waited until the relationship ended at least. The guys and I met at the Christmas tree lot. You wouldn't understand, it's a holiday person thing.”

Without another word I turn and get into the truck. I watch Edward shake his head as he walks away, while we sit waiting for the truck to warm up.

“Are you alright?” Bruce asks me.

“Yeah, it was just my ex. I’ve moved onto bigger and better things,” I tell him.

We drive home and the guys bring in the groceries, I could get used to this kinda help. “Spaghetti for dinner sound good?” I ask. Grins cover their faces and I start cooking as soon as we get inside. I tried to get as many ingredients as possible for dinners which would feed a lot versus what I am used to for myself.

After dinner we watch television, Forrest does up the dishes as I lay on the couch. My head in Bruce’s lap and my feet on Ash’s. I don’t know if we have enough to break the curse, but I hope so. I don’t know what they will do when I go back to work.

“What will you guys do when I go to work?” I doubt they want to sit here waiting all day for me.

“We can do anything you need us to do here. Tell us what you want for dinner, and we can cook. Also, this is crazy, but the amount of news we should catch up on the television will keep us entertained for a while,” Bruce says, staring into my eyes and my stomach somersaults.

“I have a computer, so you can use the internet to check up on current events and things that have happened,” I tell them and Bruce cocks one eyebrow. It’s entirely too sexy. I gaze around the room, and think about how I would love to climb each one of them like a, well, like a tree.

“I’m exhausted. Is the second bedroom alright for me to crash in tonight?” Forrest asks. I nod, and he walks over to me dropping his head, and kisses me goodnight before he leaves the room. I have to get ready for bed, and as I look at the other two they are barely keeping their eyes open. I flip off the television, and they follow me to my bedroom. Bruce watches me intently as I take off my clothes from the day. His hands replace mine in tugging off the leggings and Ash is beside me, caressing my back and pulling my sweater off.

Bruce lays me on the bed, spreads my legs, and puts them on his shoulders as his rough, calloused hands touch the inside of my thighs, turning me on. I watch as his head dips to my centre, his tongue licks my slit, teasing me ever so slightly. Ash’s mouth steals the moan that comes out of my mouth, as he kisses me upside down. He plays with my nipples as I near my orgasm from Bruce’s tongue.

I wiggle out of Bruce’s grasp, as I flip over onto all fours and face the door. Bruce’s hands grip my hips as he pulls me open to continue licking me from behind. I watch as Ash pulls his hard cock out and I lick my lips as he comes closer. He runs the head over my lips, I lick him slowly. Ash pulls my hair out of my messy bun and glides his fingers through my tresses. As he locks my head in place and then slides his dick into my mouth and face fucks me. His control has me melting, and I moan around his dick. Bruce slides into me, my walls gripping him tight as he fucks me slowly. They use me as their fuck toy and I orgasm over their cocks. Bruce slams into me and tenses. Within seconds I can feel his hot load over my back and Ash fills my mouth with his minty fresh come.

As we pull apart, I notice movement outside the door. Forrest is in the light, his eyes filled with lust and his hand under his deflating cock holding his come. I feel incredibly turned on by him watching us, but I can’t wait for him to join us next time. We get ready for bed, I fall asleep with Ash pressed against my back and my head resting on Bruce’s chest.

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