The Widows Harem

Chapter 12 - The Proposal

Jocelyn

"No, it isn't bad at all. It means you are human, Jo. Tell me about them? Your fantasies."

Only because he hadn't put me down earlier about the whisk did I agree to let him peek into that part of me. I told him about it and how I had fantasized about it before when I was younger. Caleb hadn't been open to the idea of sharing me with real partners. We found other creative solutions to give me that comparable satisfaction.

"How would it all work out though?" I asked before he could get a word in edgewise. "In the sense of a real relationship and courting? Would this be just a big friends-with benefits, where we aren't aiming to catch feelings for each other? Are you and I still a couple, and we are just introducing the others into our dynamic?" I wasn't sure what his expectations were and wanted this all hashed out before we went into it, or asked others to join us.

"I would presume it would be more like a friends-with-benefits situation."

"But?" I pressed, knowing there was more. "You mentioned something about my healing nature last night, didn't you?"

"I did," he admitted. "This needs a little more context to make sense." He took a drink of his water before continuing. "I'm sure you understand that those that serve together in the service tend to form a brotherhood. A deeper bond than most individuals would." I nodded in agreement and understanding. "In our fire-team, there were only four of us: Riley, Tristan, Ash and I. We spoke a lot about our pasts, our traumas, our struggles and fears. We also spoke about our dreams and our futures. As well as the more intimate details. We shared some of our fantasies, some of our own experiences and what we hoped we would find once we returned home. One of these conversations included sharing a woman between the four of us. Initially, it was something that we would have done with anyone. But, as our conversations continued to develop and evolve, it was agreed that if one of us met the right woman, a woman who had healing capabilities, that we would be open to sharing that one unique individual in the hopes that she would be able to heal all of us.

"All four of us have been in absolutely terrible relationships. Our hearts are guarded. We aren't easy to love, and we know that. What we are hoping to get out of a dynamic like this is trust. Honesty. And a space where we can be vulnerable enough to start putting ourselves back together again. We have all done some leg-work. We have all gone to some type of counciling. But, we need a little more. We need a little extra help putting all the pieces of ourselves back together again."

"And you believe I am that woman?" I asked, tears welling in my eyes.

Vincent backpedaled when he saw my tears. "It was only a dream, Jo. Please do not feel pressured into doing this if this isn't something you want. You do not have to do this at all. I was just explaining because I wanted you to know the full picture and that you would be dealing with four broken men."

I held up my hand, silently asking him to stop his spiral. When he had stopped, I composed myself and said, "I am happy you feel I can be a safe space for all of you." That had always been something I aspired to be for anyone who crossed my path. I was one of those souls a random stranger could come up to and emotionally dump their baggage onto. It had happened so many times in my life--with strangers and friends alike--it was commonplace for me. And even though it was a normal occurrence for me, I was still honored Vincent saw me in that way. It was one thing for a random stranger to say something so nice, it was entirely different for someone you admired and held in deep regard to say the same thing.

He looked relieved after my explanation. "I am glad to hear you are open to this dynamic. Now, as for relationship status and how that will all play out..." His voice trailed off as he contemplated his words. "I would like the opportunity to still date you, and possibly have our relationship turn into something more. But, if the others agree to do this, I may wait a while to make it official. I would rather let things grow organically between all of us without the pressures of a new relationship between one of the parties, if that makes sense."

"I think I understand. You would want to pursue a relationship with me after we get settled into this dynamic first because you don't want to necessarily take away from anyone else's experience."

He nodded in agreement.

"What happens if others catch feelings, Vincent?" I asked seriously, because it was a real possibility.

"We will cross that bridge when it comes."

I chewed mentally on my next concern before I said, "Knowing myself, I would probably catch feelings for all of you, since that is within my nature. Is it a possibility that we have a long-term polygamous relationship with the group?"

"That would be a question for the group when we get together to discuss them with everyone."

I figured as much, but wanted to see his reaction first. To me, he wasn't put off by the idea.

"Now that we have discussed this a bit, I do want you to take some time to really think it all over. Just because it is something you are interested in doesn't mean you will be okay following through with it after you've had some time to critically think about it. And it is okay if that happens. It's also okay if we agree to try it, and you decide it isn't for you."

"I appreciate that."

"I'll give you till the end of the week and we will revisit. In the meantime, I will talk with the others to get their opinions and thoughts on the matter. If, by Friday, everyone is on board, we will set a date to all get together and discuss this further."

After our conversation, I helped him clean up and then started to get ready to go home. As much as I didn't want to leave, we both had our own lives and matters to attend to.

"Here," he tossed me a shirt from his drawer. "Take this."

I caught it and held it up. It was a jersey with his last name on it. "Thank you," I beamed, putting it on right then and there.

Vincent's eyes darkened in appreciation and lust. "It looks good on you."

"You mean your last name looks good on me?" I teased, turning around in a circle so he could get the whole experience.

He was instantly there, pulling me into him and slamming his lips against mine. "If I didn't have to get Jack in a few minutes, I would bend you over and f*ck you while you wear this shirt."

"How many minutes?" I asked impishly.

"Enough time," he growled, unable to resist. Spinning me around, he bent me over until my hands were on the bed. He ripped my pants down to my knees, checked to see if I was ready enough for him, which I was, and he slammed home. Our groans mingled together as he pounded into me. A few minutes later, we were both falling apart.