Hot 4 (Multiple Love)

“I’m happy to make up for it now,” I say.

“Nothing to make up for.” Harris gives my ass a squeeze. “And anyway, we all have to be at the family brunch by eleven. I’m sure it must be nearly that time.”

Brunch. I forgot about that. Who the hell organizes brunch at 11 am on the day after their wedding? Surely, a normal person would want to rest in bed with their husbands rather than entertain the family, but then I remember that Natalie is heading to another resort for their honeymoon. This will be their last send-off. I bring my wrist closer to my face, squinting at the small face. It’s ten-thirty. For fuck’s sake.

“We have to get up,” I groan, my disappointment so obvious that Kane and Harris chuckle.

“I’m up already,” Kane says, uncovering his stunning body and wrapping his hand around his very large, very erect cock. I don’t know what he’s trying to do to me, but maybe he’s attempting to provoke spontaneous combustion. I swear I’m on the precipice of burning up from the inside out.

“That might be too much information right now,” Harris says.

“I can feel how up you are, Harris. It’s pocking me in the back right now,” I say, much to Kane’s amusement.

“In the ass,” Harris says, pressing harder against me. Damn, I think they’re trying to torture me to death.

Death by cock. Is that even a thing?

I think it could be a thing.

“Time to get up,” Karter says from the door.

“We know,” Kane says. He moves to plant a hot kiss on my lips. “You need to tell Connie to stop distracting us.”

“Err…more like it’s the other way round. It wasn’t me providing an X-rated visual spectacular.” I scowl. Kane whips the sheet away from my body and whistles.

“I think this visual is going to be burned into my brain forever.”

I don’t bother to cover myself because these men have seen everything I have going on. Instead, I roll over and give Harris a soft good-morning kiss and ruffle his messy curls. “Time to do the walk of shame,” I say. “Now, where are my clothes?”

6

I don’t know how we make it back to our rooms in the main hotel without bumping into anyone. A few of the hotel staff take in our crumpled formal wear and smile. Working in a place like this, they must see all sorts of things more scandalous than us.

Outside my room, I hesitate as the lock unclicks. What do I say? Thanks for licking and sucking me into a coma? Can I see you again? Do you want me to return the favor?

“Shall we meet you down there?” Holden eventually asks.

“Yes. That would be great. Save me a seat.” I smile brightly, and they stand around me, blocking the corridor, seemingly as unsure as I am as to what to do next.

“And after, would you like to head to the beach?” Karter says, sliding his hand into his pocket as though he wants to appear nonchalant. Hanging out with these men at the beach would be like heaven, and torture rolled into one. The beach is public, and what I have in mind to do to them can only be done in private. Well, if getting arrested isn’t on the agenda. I’ve heard Thai police do not take kindly to public displays of that level of affection.

“I would love to do that. I’m going to put my suit under my dress and bring my beach bag.”

“Great.” There are smiles all around, and then, before I can step away, Karter plants a sweet kiss on my lips, followed in turn by each of his brothers. Wow. Each kiss sets my heart fluttering faster until I’m close to fainting levels of palpitations.

“See you down there,” Holden says, touching my face before walking away.

Swoon.

No wonder Natalie is in a perpetual state of joy and contentment. Men are competitive and having more than one in a relationship seems to inspire them all to step up to please. I think I’m going to enjoy that part the most.

I jump straight into the shower, washing my disheveled hair and making sure I’m fresh as a daisy. I find a small heart-shaped hickey on the inside of my thigh, which makes me smile. Touching it, I remember the press of Holden’s lips there and the way he inhaled me before settling in to pleasure me. Between my legs, my clit still feels a little tender, but when I touch it, all I want is more. It seems like I’m going to have to wait.

I find my favorite yellow two-piece and a cute white halter sundress that will work for brunch and the beach. My beach bag is already packed with a book and some lotion. I find a clean beach towel and put my phone and money into a clear plastic zip-up bag. Some white sandals complete the look.