Quadruple Duty

“The green room,” I laughed. “The one with all the windows I’ve already opened.”

A dozen steps later we were there, and I was being spread out across a series of sheets and pillows I’d already arranged. The rounded turret of the sitting room was one of my favorite places in the whole house. Right now it was filled with the gentle buzz of insects, and somewhere off at the lake’s edge, the backgro

und song of a thousand frogs.

Kyle lay next to me on one side, Dakota on the other. But it was Ryan who jumped on top of me, pushing his way between my knees, sliding up my body until we were face to face, breath to breath.

“You’ve thought ahead,” he smiled.

“Yes.”

“You know we like that about you.”

I shrugged, trying to be cute. “I guess.”

He leaned down and pressed his lips softly against mine. It was slow. Sensuous. Absolutely perfect.

“Are… are you okay with—”

Ryan nodded, breathing into my mouth. I knew the whole sharing thing was new for him. But I hoped it would be no less awesome than it was for Dakota and Kyle.

And of course, me.

“These are my brothers,” he said, between kisses. “We share everything but blood.”

He kissed me deeply while the others roamed my body with their fingertips, moving with the same agonizing slowness. It was incredible, that they were taking their time. There wasn’t a single rushed thing about it.

“Sometimes we share blood too,” Kyle whispered into my ear. “It’s what bonds us. Creates a closeness between us that can only be forged in battle.”

He nibbled my earlobe and my whole body was wracked with a beautiful, violent shudder. In the meantime I could feel Dakota’s hand on my leg. His fingertips were just barely touching my skin as he dragged them slowly up and down the inside of my thigh.

“Sharing you is a lot like that bond,” Ryan murmured. “It brings us together in ways individual relationships won’t ever be able to.” His eyes locked mine, and I felt that familiar flutter in my belly. “I understand that now,” he finished. “I can see it easily.”

The clothes came off. One by one they hit the floor. It was the craziest noise in the world; three gorgeous men getting undressed at once, their boots and shirts and pants being discarded all around me.

“Are you here for good?” Ryan asked, pushing forward. I could feel the pressure of his groin now, pressing against my heat.

“Yes.”

“You’re really with us?” Kyle asked. “All of us?”

“All of you,” I breathed, without hesitation. I turned to kiss him as well, just as slow, just as sensual. “All of me…”

I felt my legs being spread, by four different hands. Kyle pulling gently on one side, Dakota on the other.

And Ryan in the middle… the bulbous head of his manhood rubbing up and down through my folds. Straining against the wetness of the thin lace fabric — the only thing separating us from being whole again.

I reached down and pulled my panties to one side. Exposing myself fully. Inviting him in.

“Don’t shred these,” I teased. “I really like them.”

He laughed into my mouth. My giggle turned into a sharp sigh as he entered me, taking me deep, all the way to the bottom.

Oh God…

I felt two hands on my breasts, my top being undone…

My world turned white with ecstasy as Kyle and Dakota’s mouths settled over me on either side.