Four Kicks

Heat rises from my belly, making my skin flame, probably turning my cheeks red. I swallow and intentionally change the subject. “This must be a beautiful spot to watch the sunset.”

“It is,” Nathan confirms. “That won’t be too much longer. We can wait.”

“I don’t want to keep you from your work.”

“I’m done for the day,” Nathan says. Derek and Landon voice their agreement. Ash is silent but makes no moves to go back to the house.

I should leave. Every nerve ending in my body is on high alert from the nearness of these four men. When they were coming onto me at the office, it was easier to go into defense mode and shut them down. Now that they’re respecting my request to back off, I find myself wanting them even more than I did before. And that was already a lot.

Now that I broke things off with David, what reason do I have not to have some fun with these four? I know sleeping with a boss is typically not a good idea, but these men have a rotation of women in their beds. They won’t be the types to want more from me or make things awkward afterward.

If I have sex with them I can relieve the massive itch they’ve built up in me, get them out of my system, and return my focus to doing my job and finding a man who’s husband material.

“I broke things off with the guy I was seeing,” I blurt out.

There’s silence for a moment before Nathan speaks. “Is that right? Couldn’t get us out of your head, could you?” His grin is cocky and it both irritates me and turns me on.

I stand and move beside Ash at the railing, further away from Nathan. “You had nothing to do with my decision.” That’s true, isn’t it?

“Was the guy no good in bed?” Derek asks playfully.

“We weren’t having sex.” Not since high school, I think to myself, and in hindsight, it hadn’t been all that great then. Nowhere near as satisfying as my encounter with Nathan and Ash. My pussy tingles at the memory.

“Too bad for him.” Ash lays his hand on my arm and slowly moves it up and down my forearm, trailing his thumb along the more sensitive skin underneath. Shivers radiate outward.

“Yeah, too bad,” I murmur, as his touch hypnotizes me.

I feel heat behind me and suddenly Landon’s there. Very close. “Should we assume you told us about your break-up for a reason?”

His hand is on my lower back, big and warm. Then Derek’s there, too. More heat, more hands, caressing from my neck down to the curve of my hips. “Need help getting over him?”

With two long fingers, Ash turns my jaw toward him, searches my eyes for a moment, and then covers my mouth with his.

He tasted like gin that night at Rusty’s. Now I detect sweet notes of cola and a familiar underlying essence that has me moving closer to him. His lips are firm and demanding, and I’m instantly wet, my body remembering his and eager to have more of him.

But he pulls back and I’m turned in the other direction, where Landon’s bending to sample me. His kiss is much more tentative but no less delicious. I reach up to brush my fingers along the stubble on his cheek and he becomes bolder, sliding his tongue along my upper lip, exploring.

Just as we’re getting into a groove, I’m turned over to Derek. Being traded off among the men is both frustrating and wonderful. Derek’s kiss is gentle, but the way he pulls me against his body is not. With a big hand splayed over my lower back he keeps me tight against his massive chest, the heat of him lighting me on fire. I run a hand through his thick hair and inhale the fresh scent of him, all of my senses tuned in.

When we break for air, I’m dazed. “Help getting over who?” I ask, and the men chuckle, their laughs blending into a sexy, low rumble I feel between my legs.

“You’ve been making things hard for us at the office, resisting us,” Nathan says as he joins the four of us.

I’m closely surrounded on all sides by gorgeous men, all of them focused on me with lust-filled eyes. I let my hands wander and find that things are hard right now and growing harder. Landon and Nathan let out simultaneous moans as I stroke the rigid bulges through their jeans.

“Well, I’m done resisting.” My voice is breathy as my hands stray purposefully below Ash’s and Derek’s belts, finding them eager and ready and – wow, Derek. He’s a very big man, and it feels like all of him is in proportion.

“Good.” Wrapping a hand around my waist, Ash backs me up. Derek and Nathan step aside as he tips me backward, laying me down on the platform in the center of the gazebo. I’m on my back, looking up as the men circle around me like hungry wolves about to feast.