Quadruple Duty: All or Nothing

Three

RYAN

I found her upstairs in bed, exactly where Kyle said she was. As always, Sammara’s room was warm, soft, and inviting. Especially with her in it.

“Hey honey..”

She opened her arms as she smiled the words. It was the best end to any day, but especially a long, hard one.

“Come to me.”

Slowly I peeled off the rest of my rain-soaked clothes. Her lithe body was gloriously naked, stretched out across her soft down comforter and glistening in the dim light. I could smell oil. Candles. The soft sounds of music somewhere nearby, drowned out almost completely by the patter of rain.

In less than a minute I was naked, falling into her arms. Her body opened for me. Her legs spread wide…

“Oh… you’re so cold!”

I really was. Cold and still wet with the rain. Sammara slicked my hair back as she kissed the water away from my face. Her lips traveled my cheeks, my jaw, the tip of my nose, before finally settling over my own in a long, hot, passionate kiss.

“God, I missed you today.”

The words were mine this time. They came out of my mouth. Three years ago I couldn’t have dreamed of ever saying them… not to any woman, much less one I actually shared with my three brothers-in-war.

But now I was glad to. Thrilled, in fact. When Kyle and Dakota had first brought up sharing the same girlfriend, I’d wrinkled my nose at the idea. That they’d done it before didn’t make it any less weird for me.

But right here… right now…

“Ohhhhh…”

I sank into her, spreading her thighs even further apart with the weight of my body. Sammara felt like warm, melted butter. It was crazy how turned on it got me, knowing she’d already been taken by Kyle.

“I missed you too baby,” she purred, nibbling at my ear. A shockwave of pleasure bolted down my body. She knew what I liked, what I loved. Though she had four eager lovers to keep track of, she still never forgot it.

We rocked slowly, our bodies melding together. She was so warm! So beautiful and perfect and pretty…

And now she’s your fiancé too, I reminded myself. You’re going to marry her…

Again, it was crazy — the most insane of all ideas in the world. But with Sammara, it worked. She was strong, independent, powerful. But she was also sweet and loving and caring. So thoughtful and amazing, that all these years later not one of us could even imagine our lives before her.

I’d thought about it over and over, and I’d come to the same conclusion each time: it had to be her. The arrangement might never have worked with anyone else, no matter who answered our ad, no matter how many times we might’ve tried. Because when it came down to what the four of us wanted and desired… what we actually needed from a woman?

Sammara was the perfect storm.

“Oh… Shit yes…”

I nuzzled into her neck as she hooked her ankles behind by my back, driving me in deeper. I could tell she wasn’t letting go. That we wouldn’t be switching positions, or taking our time, or anything like that.

No, I could tell she needed this. Even though I was certain Kyle had given her everything he had, it was obvious Sammara needed even more.

It was one of the hottest things about her.

“Drive it in…” she whispered into my ear. “God… FUCK!”

There was an urgency in her voice. Almost a frustration. She bucked forward while pulling back with her legs. Damn she had strong thighs.

“Put it all the way inside me Ryan,” she cooed. “I need it…”

I went harder, if not necessarily faster. Sliding my arms around her body, I crushed her against me while letting my weight do the rest.