Page 5 of If He Wanted To, He Wood

Seven

Tasha

I've lost track of how many times I've gotten off and I don't want it to end. Bruce’s length is larger than I’ve ever had before. It feels like he’s fucking into my stomach as he plunges in and out of me. Ash fills my mouth with cock, I do my best to focus sucking on it, but my eyes stray to watch Forrest stroking his dick, it’s so fucking hot. Within minutes both Ash and Bruce pull their cocks out of me. They move to stand in front of me as Forrest steps forward. As I kneel on the ground, they all stroke their cocks over my face, their groans filling the air as their come covers my face. The hot sticky mess is something I’ve never had before and I love it.

“Take us home. We’ll make this Christmas the best one yet,” Ash whispers. I lick their offering off my face and lift each breast to lick more off and am greeted with the taste of winter fresh gum. Surprised by this, along with everything else, I look up to ask questions. I need to figure out what the fuck just happened.

I’m alone, surrounded by three trees. I think this can’t be true, but the ache in my pussy feels real. As I stand, slipping my shirt back on, I bring up the hem and wipe my face with my shirt, when I get home I’m going to need a very long hot shower. With one last glance at the trees, I re-dress and walk to the front of the lot to ask the salespeople for help.

“Hey, I’ve chosen the trees I want. They are at the very back though,” I say to a man in a suit and tie. A smile spreads across his face, he is very happy with my greed of wanting three I guess.

“Very well, I’ll bundle them up right away, if you want to move your vehicle to the gate. I have a few things we have to go over,” he says. He instructs some workers to wrap up the trees, and I pull my truck around. He hands me a package and lifts a bucket of something into my truck. “Have a treemendous holiday Miss,” he smiles as the others pack the trees into the bed of my truck.

Once I get home, I leave the trees in the truck to go have a shower. When I’m standing in my room drying off I think about what a crazy idea it was to buy three Christmas trees, I grab some clothes and get dressed. I walk to the kitchen to grab a glass of water and prepare myself for bringing in everything from the truck.

“Hey, darling. We put the bucket of sand in the garage. I’m sorry we don’t have clothes, so if you’d rather not look, we understand,” Ash’s voice interrupts my thoughts.

“What the actual fuck?!” I shriek.

“Uh, yeah you took us home, now we’re here. We can explain further after we cover ourselves,” Ash say quietly.

“I can’t process this at this moment. I can go to the goodwill store and buy some stuff for you guys. Do you have a style you prefer?” I question, wondering if I should get more groceries. There is barely enough food to feed me here, let alone three grown men.

“Anything that covers our bodies, we’ll be grateful for. Unless you’d prefer us naked, which isn’t a problem either,” Bruce says, grinning at me.

I'm at a loss on how to process this, so instead of asking any questions, I grab my purse and my keys and get into my truck. What the fuck? What the actual fuck is my life right now? I notice that everything is put away and that they didn’t make a mess for me to clean up.

I regret leaving them without a word, but I can't dwell on it now, as I reach the secondhand store, shaking my head, I walk in. I grab a few pairs of jeans, sweatpants, sweaters, shirts, and hoodies. I decide we can do groceries later when I figure all of this out.

When I get back to the house, I bring in all the clothes for the guys. They each smile as they grab them from me and change, and return to the living room fully dressed. While each of them was stunning naked, the way the plain shirts curve around their muscles drives me crazy. Pulling my head out of the gutter I sit down.

“What the hell is going on? How is this even possible?” I ask.

“Well, it’s kind of a curse,” Bruce says, Forrest glances at me, his head hangs low, and I think he might be the shyest of the three.

“What kind of curse?”

“Here’s the deal. We were all players. We broke way too many hearts and one day we fucked up and broke the wrong heart. This chick put a curse on us. Turning us into Christmas trees, only letting us shift when a woman stumbled upon on us who we could truly love,” Ash tells me, his eyes won’t meet mine. Great, I’m stuck with three douchebag players.

“So, I’m stuck with three players who will break my heart? How long have you been cursed? Have you had anyone take you home before?” The questions spew out of my mouth.

“We can tell you we won’t break your heart, but you won’t believe us. We have to prove it. You are the first woman we’ve been able to shift for. I knew it when I saw you, but I didn't want to jinx it. We’ve been cursed… umm, what year is it?” Ash asks,

“December 2023,” I state. He rubs his hands over his handsome face, to his longish hair. He looks at the other two and shakes his head.

“Since December 1983, damn. Forty years has passed, the time felt endless.” They look confused, just like me.

“You being the one for us and living happily ever after isn't that easy. I want you to know. You have us at your disposal for five weeks,” Forrest states.

“On New Year’s Day you will bury us in your backyard, with the magic sand, if you want us. If all our feelings are true, by December 2024 we can be released forever,” Bruce says, his eyes still don’t meet mine.

Eight

Ash

Tasha looks at us in awe, can’t say I blame her. I am still in disbelief. It’s been forty years since we broke Dalilah’s heart and ended up in the tree lot, destined to a life of only people watching. I don’t know if Tasha will be the one to break the curse, but I’m excited to see where this goes. Watching her process the information she’s learned, I wonder if she is alright. It’s a lot to take in.

“So, if I want to keep you all, I have to wait eleven months?” she asks.

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