Quadruple Duty: All or Nothing

“Don’t worry,” said Ryan. “There are more than enough bedrooms.”

“And you’ll get to use them all,” Dakota winked.

I swallowed past the lump in my throat. Just the thought forced my stomach to do a sexy backflip.

“Does this mean I get to start planning our wedding?” I asked excitedly.

“Ha!” laughed Kyle. “As if all girls don’t already start planning that at birth.”

He was right of course, which only made it funnier. Still, no matter how many times I’d imagined my wedding, the venue, my bridesmaids, my dress… I’d never once, in my wildest, most far-flung fantasies, imagined I would have four husbands.

“So I get four times the wedding budget,” I quipped. “Right?”

“Sure, why not?” said Ryan. “Four times the guest list. Four times the presents…”

“Four times the happy hour,” said Jason. “Four times the—”

I flung myself into his arms, stopping him mid-sentence. It was pure nirvana, closing my mouth over his. Feeling the heat and passion growing between us as Jason kissed me back, all strong and dark and handsome… not to mention, impeccably dressed.

My eyes crawled over my four gorgeous boyfriends — no wait, four gorgeous fiancés! — their sculpted bodies filling out their suits in only the best, most exciting of ways. Down below, in the area beneath my naval, I felt a warm, familiar tingle.

“Take me.”

I bounced onto the bed. My hair fell over my face as I looked up at them with my best, most sultry expression.

“The four of you… I want you all,” I breathed. “Take your fiancé now.”

Kyle smiled and started forward immediately. But Dakota’s hand on his shoulder stopped him.

“Dinner first, bro. Remember?”

My heart sank. My body was ready to scream in protest.

“He’s right,” said Jason. “The other three of us are starving. It was a long flight. The food was inedible.”

“And we’re already dressed!” said Ryan. He yanked uncomfortably at the tie around his neck. “I didn’t put this thing on for nothing, you know.”

I couldn’t believe they were actually serious! I leaned back on the bed, spreading myself before them. Intentionally I let the towel wrapped around my waist fall away, displaying my bikini…

“You sure you don’t want dessert first?” I winked. “Dinner afterward?”

Dakota stood firm. But I could see Jason’s resolve slipping.

“C’mon,” I purred. “I’m not really your fiancé until we all christen this bed together.” I patted the spots on either side of me. “Those are the rules.”

Dakota shook his head in disbelief. Ryan just laughed and looked away.

“Really? Those are the rules?”

I smiled and hooked a finger sexily into one corner of my mouth. “Uh huh.”

Kyle moved forward again, and this time Jason came with him. I could feel my skin going flush with excitement as they crawled up on either side of me.

“You’re fighting dirty,” lamented Dakota. “You know that?”

I blew him a kiss, giggling on the inside. “C’mon baby,” I pouted. “How often do you get to eat dessert before dinner?”

He didn’t answer, so I stretched out, cat-like, across the bed. My blonde hair flowed down either side of my shoulders as I scissored my long legs.