Page 41 of Eternal Pieces
We sit around the table and catch up while deciding what to get for lunch. Maddox ends up making us all hungry for Italiandespite the connotations that his dad hasn’t picked up on. Thank god.
The doorbell rings about thirty minutes later. “That’ll be the food. Max, want to give me a hand?”
Max looks at me like he wants me to make him stay, but I urge him to go with his dad. They could do with some alone time.
“Sure,” he mumbles.
Maddox heads over to the kitchen counter. “Hey, Vi, can you help me make a coffee?”
“What do you need help with?” I push up off the chair, my back still aching from being in the car for so long.
He steps out of the way so I’m between him and the counter.
“I need cream for it.”
“Why did you need my help for—oh, no you don’t!” Wrapping his arms around me, he holds me in place and tugs the front of my dress down. “Your father is literally down the hall! He’ll be back any second,” I hiss.
“Better be quick then.”
There’s no getting out of this. He’s got me locked in. Accepting my fate, I stop struggling.
Maddox chuckles in my ear as he reaches into my bra and pulls out my right breast. I had to switch to maternity bras after the first time they milked me. My breasts are constantly leaking, and with my midwife’s go-ahead, I’ve started hand expressing, getting a supply of colostrum ready for the babies. The guys are more than eager to help me with it.
Maddox rolls my nipple between his fingers, stiffening it, and I bite down on my lip hard so I don’t make a sound. Wetness pools in my underwear, and I pray I get a moment to change after this.
“I’ve been researching the best ways to milk you,” he says quietly. I look down to see him kneading the flesh around mynipple. Tiny droplets of milk form on the puckered skin, and then a small spurt shoots out, hitting the wall.
“Shit!” Maddox aims for the cup, most of it splashing the counter rather than going into his coffee. “You’re going to have to let me practice this more when we’re back home. I could do those cool designs that baristas do.”
I glare up at him. Footsteps suddenly sound behind us, and I squeak. “Hurry up and finish already!”
“Are you fucking?”
“Max, it’s you,” I sigh with relief.
I can’t see past his brother’s large frame, but I hear his voice getting closer. “Can’t believe you got there first. I always imagined taking her in every room of this house. Sneaking into her room at night and going down on her. Fucking her over the kitchen table before our parents came down for breakfast. Having her on her knees in the shower. Fuck, the fantasies were relentless back then.”
Maddox grows hard from his brother’s words and reaches down to adjust himself. I take the opportunity to put my breast back into my bra and slide away from him.
“We weren’t fucking,” I whisper harshly.
“You certainly look like you were—ah, I see.” Max spots the milk on the counter and puts down the bag of takeout he’s holding on a non-milky spot.
Maddox proudly lifts his coffee and takes a sip. “Fucking delicious.”
There’s barely anything in the cup. They make it sound like I’m some dairy cow producing gallons of milk for them, but half the time they stay sucking on my breasts just because they get off on it.
I try to quickly clean myself up before Reginald comes back in. His footsteps echo down the hall.
“Sorry, I had to take a call. Is everything alright?” He asks, looking between the three of us with a perplexed expression.
“Y-yeah, we just spilled some milk making coffee,” I say, smoothing my dress out.
“Oh, I’d love a coffee. Is there any left?”
“A full supply,” Maddox laughs, and I elbow him in the ribs, making him almost spill his drink.
“Sorry, I’m cleaning it up.” I grab a cloth and start wiping the countertop.
