Not So Innocent

Chapter 5

"GODAMN IT SKYE! Don't move!"

I widen my eyes and look up from my sitting position at my dads.

Immediatley, I cease my petting motions on the large brown bear that stands

next to me.

"What?" I ask slightly confused at the worried and frightened stares of the

twelve men before me.

"Isn't he adorable?"

The animal makes a small groaning growlish noise, a quite cute one really.

"Sorry, She."

Since I stopped petting it, the animal slowly moves on, walking towards the

woods it came from again.

As soon as it's a few feet away, I'm lifted completely off the ground.

The world spins and before I know it I'm latched onto daddy Jack's back.

"Don't ever do that again!" Daddy Kai reprimands me as we begin heading

back down the path.

"Yeah, what were you thinking?" Arobynn says.

I pout my lip at the interrogation.

"It's a bear! It's cute! They're like sharks right? They don't eat humans."

I get many dumb look from my brothers and furrowed brows from both

father's.

Daddy Jack bounces me up high to regain his grip on the back of my knees.

"No!

"Not at all Skye."

"Could you be more wrong?"

"That fact that you just compared a bear to a shark astounds me."

"Okay! I feel attacked," I yell out over the voices.

"You would have been attacked with that stupid stunt you just pulled," James

says angrily.

"There's a reason bears aren't pets."

I never thought of it like that. All I know is I heard leaves rustling behind me

and as soon as I saw a big fluffy animal I was done. I ran to the cutest animal

I'd seen in a long time, only to be told it could have killed me.

Now I know for next time I guess.

My dad plops me down in the limo and I scoot all the way down to make room.

The entire ride back we all gulp the ice water on the inner bar of the car and

rest our eyes for the ride back.

When we pull up to the house, they boys run out to go shower, excited for the

Thanksgiving feast my mother is preparing.

I place a kiss on each of my dad's cheeks, apologizing for the bear incident.

They give me warm hugs and say they just want me safe before racing me

inside. Daddy Jack gets there first and I have an inkling daddy Kai let me beat

him.

Going our separate ways, we all shower and when I stand in my closet I pick

out a nice outfit, knowing I'll probably make a Thanksgiving video speech for

my website.

At least my outfit won't go to waste.

I let my hair dry curly as is, but move it to sit on one shoulder.

Perfect.

It takes almost ten minutes to film the video and get it posted. I should hire a

production team. I shove the thought away knowing it won't happen until I

move out. If I ever do.

Closing my computer, I stand to follow the loud voice that echoes through the

entire house.

"BOYS! DINNER IS READY!"

The usual stampede commences and as always, I'm the last to make it to the

table.

The food is more like a buffet tonight, so we all serve ourselves.

There's jalapeno chicken wrapped in bacon, turkey sandwich bites, potato

rounds, asparagus, peas, ciabatta, pan seared salmon, and spinach puffs.

Almost all of my favorites.

As per usual, the conversation doesn't kick in until everyone tasted everything

on their plates.

"It's great mom," I say when I finish a bite.

Agreement sounds around the room and in the midst of all the conversation,

I'm glad no one told Mom about the bear today. It occurs to me that it's a sore

subject for them, not wanting to relive the fear I saw in all their eyes. I didn't

mean to worry them, but they can be super...what's the word...excessive when

it comes to my safety. I'm not even allowed on rollercoasters because

'sometimes they break.'

I don't mind that much though. I don't need to ride rollercoasters anyway.

After dinner, we all separate into groups and play settlers of Catan and watch

then watch the new episode of once upon a time.

You'd think twelve guys wouldn't like a fairytale show but they're as obsessed

as I am.

After spending a long day together, I excuse myself for 'bed' and kiss the

cheeks of my entire family before making my way upstairs.

I check my phone to see it's 9:20.

I gasp and run up as quickly as possible to open my laptop and accept

Archer's Skype call.

"There you are! I've been wringing forever, you had me worried!"

I feel terrible. He said nine sharp and I let him down.

"I'm sorry! I lost track of time."

He sighs lightly before looking at the screen again.

It's now that I notice he...

Wow.

He's naked.

Even though his... Parts are not in view I can see the long V of his muscles

from the way the camera is situated.

Definitely naked.

I'm surprised because he normally wants to talk first. I guess he has been

waiting a while for me though.

"Take off your clothes," he says in his deep voice.

I lock my door before setting the laptop further down the bed so he can see all

of me.

Starting with my top, I undo the zipper and slide it off.

It didn't require a bra, so my breasts hang freely.

"Mmm your marks healed," he says sounding unpleased.

"I'll fix that for you tomorrow."

When he says that I immediately remember our dinner date.

"About that, James knows. He promises not to tell but he wants to meet you at

dinner tomorrow."

Archer's eyes darken and he sits up a bit.

"Did you tell him about the fighting ring?"

I shake my head.

"You know he'd never approve if I did."

"Suppose we'll stick to chatting about my day job then."

I agree before taking my skirt off next.

I keep my underwear on, but lay down on the bed now with my head on the

pillow.

This way I can still see Archer and he has a good view of my parted legs.

"You know I can't see your little pink p***y with those on baby," he growls

playfully.

I giggle at his impatince.

"I can't see you wit-"

He cuts me short by moving the camera back, giving me a full view of his

erect p***s.

He grasps the 8" and extremely thick member in his hand, rubbing it

teasingly.

"Is this what you wanted sweetheart?"

I nod, shyly biting my lip while I watch.

"Now you have to give something to me in return," he says hinting to my

underwear.

I take hold of the silver lace, sliding it down my body and off my legs.

"Open wide," Archer orders.

I obey, spreading my legs wide enough so that the lips are parted and in full

view.

"I can see your wet cunt dripping from here," he groans out rubbing himself

faster.

In order to help him release, I move my hand to my core, using my middle

finger to spread the juices.

"Oh God baby girl! Do you know what I'd do to you if you were here? I'd lick

up all your juice and force you to swallow my cum."

I whine a bit at the image, squirming with need.

To relieve some tension, I slide in a finger.

It takes about eight minutes of me sliding my finger in and out to set me off on

my orgasm, my release setting off Archer's as well.

I watch him erupt like a volcano, squirting his white cream straight up.

We do our best to be as quiet as we can, not wanting to get caught.

Will he do this in person tomorrow, I wonder?

If he did, could I finally convince him I'm ready for more?