Quadruple Duty: All or Nothing

“I wish they could see this,” I sighed, staring into the sunset. “All of them.”

“Me too,” said Kyle. He smiled back at me slyly. “But it’s not like they haven’t had their fair share of you, too.”

No, he was definitely right about that. While the guys had all been deployed or traveling at different times, they’d each managed to take me somewhere exotic on their own. Jason had flown me to Italy; or rather I’d taken him, because he’d never been. Ryan had surprised me with a European tour of haunted castles last summer, scaring me beneath the covers before making love to me there each night. And I’d curled up contentedly in an ice-igloo with Dakota, staring up into the Alaskan sky to watch the amazing spectacle of the Northern Lights.

It had all been incredibly romantic — every last magical moment. Even so, my favorite trips were when some of us could be together. I’d spent the better part of a month exploring Greece with Ryan and Kyle, sailing the Hellenic coast in nothing but a bikini bottom for days on end. And I’d never forget the trip to Sweden with Dakota and Jason. After visiting a genuine Nordic village for a day or two — where they’d dressed me up like a viking princess — we’d spent the rest of the time soaking ourselves in the volcanic mud of a geothermal hot springs… among other things.

“You feel guilty?”

I blushed at Kyle. It always did feel like he could read my mind.

“A little, yeah.” I shrugged. “But only because this is the most breathtaking place I’ve ever been. I mean… just look at it!”

He stepped up behind me as I admired the view. Two strong arms slid around my waist. My body shivered with pleasure as he lowered his lips to my neck.

“They’d understand,” he said, planting a string of gentle kisses along my bare shoulder. “We all want the same thing, Sammara. For you to be happy.”

Three years…

I clenched my jaw blissfully as I sucked in a long, contented breath.

Three happy, amazing years…

Had it really been that long?

I thought back, losing myself in the moment. It had been three years this month since I’d met Kyle. Three yea

rs since I’d first seen the ad, the one placed by four Army Rangers looking to share a ‘community girlfriend’. They wanted wife material. Long term only. A girl who would be there for them through thick and thin, who’d still love them while they were gone and wait for them during long, sudden deployments.

A woman they’d all share together… mind, body, and soul. Because on an individual basis, not one of them had been able to keep any woman happy. But four of them…

It was crazy. Absolutely ludicrous. And yet…

And yet I’d tried it. And I’d loved it. And even better than all that, I’d fallen in love with them. Each of them. All of them.

They were my four sexy soldiers, each different in his own way. All four of them with the same common goal: to love me. To protect and care for me. To cherish me as their own, the way I cherished them.

“Come on,” said Kyle, taking me by the hand. “Let’s get cleaned up before heading down to dinner.”

My muscles were sore, all over my body. A hot shower would feel baptismal.

I let him pull me inside, still watching trance-like as the last of the light went out of the sky. The bungalow was even more beautiful at dusk. It was lit up already by a beautiful chandelier in the center of the room, and two rows of red and white candles.

“It’s gorgeous,” I breathed, turning to kiss Kyle. “It’s totally perf—”

I stopped mid-sentence and looked down. Scattered across the floor, a trail of red and white rose petals followed the curve of the candles… leading straight into the bedroom.

“Okay, now you’ve thought of everything,” I quipped.

“Did not.”

“Did so.”

Kyle shrugged. “Okay, maybe a little.”

I sighed happily and pointed down at the trail. “So where’s that lead?”

My lover shrugged again. “Go and see.”