Four Good

“Atta girl!” Sheila says. “Both for being safe, and for getting some!”

“Sheila!”

“You’re long overdue, my dear,” my neighbor says.

“Since when are you keeping track of if and when I’m having sex?”

“Long enough to know you’ve been in a dry spell!” She’s still cackling when I say goodbye and end the call.

Atta girl? I shake my head as I walk out to the parking lot where the Hayes brothers are waiting. If my fifty-something neighbor thinks I should be having more sex, maybe I have been overthinking things.

Life doesn’t often give second chances, and I’m glad I decided to take this one.

7

Set the pace

Limitless Adventures must do a very good business, because the Hayes brothers are staying in the nicest beach rental I’ve ever seen. The furnishings are beautiful and look brand new; the floor is shiny, unscuffed hardwood accented with attractive area rugs; and the enormous kitchen has gourmet appliances and features like an additional faucet directly over the stove, and a sink so wide I could bathe Roscoe in it.

“Want something to drink?” Corbin asks, shortly after we arrive.

“A glass of water would be nice.” I take a seat at the kitchen bar, noticing three mugs neatly lined up next to the single-cup coffee maker.

“Would you like something stronger?” he asks.

“No, thanks. But you go ahead.” Despite my chosen profession, I’m a light drinker, and I’d like to keep my head clear tonight. My nerves are surprisingly calm.

“And how about something to eat?” he asks. “You must be hungry after working.”

Corbin hands me a tall glass. A few crystal-clear ice cubes float in the water. When I put my hand around the base to take it from him, he lets his hand linger, the warmth of his skin a delicious contrast to the cold glass.

“I’m not hungry for food,” I say.

He watches me as I take a drink. After I swallow, he leans across the counter, closing the distance between us, bringing his lips next to mine. He hovers there for a moment, giving me time to breathe in the clean male scent of him.

His fingers brush lightly across my chin before he cups it gently and tilts my mouth upward. I’m the one who moves the final inch to bring our mouths together, unable to wait another minute before kissing him.

He easily measures up to and surpasses what I’d been imagining about him. His taste, which makes me quietly groan, is better than my favorite dark chocolate truffles, and instantly fills me with need. The rhythm of his kiss is perfect — slow at first, like an introduction, and then a gradual increase of pressure as he slides his hand around my head to pull me closer.

While Corbin’s fingers thread into my hair, another hand glides across my back. At first, it’s an unwelcome interruption, but then I remember where I am and who else is here. Corbin breaks our kiss, and I turn to find Jonathan standing next to me.

Any reservations I had about the youngest Hayes brother have been muted by the passion of Corbin’s kiss. I’m more than ready when Jonathan bends and brings his lips to mine.

He tastes good, too. Different from his brother, with the sweet taste of cola at the forefront. His style is also different. More playful, teasing my lips with his tongue as his hands begin to roam my body.

I stand and move away from the stool so that we can get closer to each other. His arms wrap around me as he angles his head to deepen our kiss. When I respond, matching his intensity, he bends and scoops me up, his hands cupping my ass, his mouth never breaking our connection.

The idea that he’s too young for me seems ridiculous as he strides across the room, carrying me as though I’m weightless. There’s nothing boyish about the way he lays me down on the couch and leans over me, his gorgeous body filling my view, compelling me to touch everything I can reach.

His body is so firm. Lean and hard, warm and inviting. My hands glide over the dark flannel that covers him, feeling their way toward those broad, sexy muscles at the sides of his chest, then wrapping around his arms to explore the thickness of his biceps.

When I start to fiddle with a button on his shirt, he takes my hands in his, squeezing gently before bringing my hands to his mouth and kissing them. He kisses my lips once more before he straightens, and then Brendan is there, standing over me.

As my eyes travel upward, I don’t miss the fact that a bulge is straining against Brendan’s jeans, angled upward to the right. I ache to touch it, but chastened by Jonathan taking my hands off of his buttons, I resist, happy to let them set the pace.

Brendan takes his younger brother’s place, leaning over me, pressing his body against mine as he kisses me. His taste is different from the others as well, and I’m grateful I don’t have to pick a favorite among them, because it would be impossible.

“We’re so glad you decided to come over,” he says after briefly sampling my lips. He’s grinning down at me, the look in his eyes causing heat to pool at my center.