Hot 4 (Multiple Love)

I draw my hand from the comforter and press it over my heart, where the ache of Kane's words has taken hold. This is it for them.

"That's a big statement," I say.

Karter moves closer, drawing my free hand into his lap and holding it. "It doesn't matter who out there disagrees with our relationship or the judgmental stares that we're going to face in this small town. It doesn't matter how much society makes us feel guilty for the way we want to live our life...for the way we want to love."

Love.

That word stops my heart and sends the ache up into my throat. Not because I don't want them to feel that way about me. I do. So much. It's because I feel the same for them and would never have had the courage to admit it first.

I lean closer to kiss Karter, taking him by surprise, and when he kisses me back, it's like sliding into a dream. A dream where four men love me. Four men want to be the encouragement and the security in my life. It's more than I could have hoped for. So much more. Karter's arm encircles me, encouraging me to shift down the bed. I'm on my back and beneath him in seconds, his hips grinding into mine, the rigid bar of his cock harsh against my pussy. I moan as his hands find my clothed breasts, shoving at the fabric of my top until it's bunched up around my neck. He's rolls onto his side, giving his twin access to my pants, and they're removed in seconds along with my pretty panties. So much for wearing nice underwear. These boys would probably rather I went commando.

"Slowly," Karter murmurs against my skin. His twin seems to be moving too fast for his liking. Kane acquiesces, gently flicking open the clasp on my front-fastening bra. When my breasts spill out, his touch is teasing. I arch my back, needing more, whimpering as Holden takes his place between my thighs. His fingers trail up my legs, mapping the muscle and bone, teasingly closer and closer to where I'm mentally begging him to arrive.

Harris is there, too, following his brother's actions.

When Karter circles my nipple with his tongue, I cry out. Such a simple touch but so much more intensely felt when it's been withheld. Kane copies his twin, and I grab him by the hair, pressing him against me. I feel his smile against my skin, but he still teases me slowly, slowly until I'm dripping between my legs. Oh God, I don't even want them to tie me up. I don't want to feel the cool material of a blindfold over my eyes. I want to be present, to watch them work me over like a Stradivarius, plucking my strings, stroking and stroking until I'm singing the melody of ecstasy.

I never know how my men work out who is going to do what. It's like they are one man in many bodies, working toward a single goal.

Giving me as much pleasure as I can handle, then pushing me further than I ever believed I could go.

Harris's tongue slides over my clit, hot and rough in texture but slow and loving in action. He doesn't make me come that way though, just frees his cock and slides into me in one deliciously deep thrust. Looking directly into my eyes, I see the feeling behind the words he and his brothers spoke tonight. When he strokes the hair from my face and kiss my forehead, my cheeks, the tip of my nose, I'm lost. He fucks me slowly, building and building toward an orgasm that feels as warm and wet as honey on buttered toast. He roots deep as my contractions grip him, emptying inside me, face buried in my neck. Holden is next, wasting no time when his brother rolls onto his back, arm flung across his eyes as though the orgasm has made the light in the room too bright for him to handle.

Holden follows his brother's lead, kissing me in slow sliding sweeps of his tongue, his hands gripping my breast as he finds a slow and deep rhythm. I'm lost in these men, just the rightness of this thing between us beating like a pulse in my mind. My arms wrap around his strong back, holding him close, and we become like one being, lost in the same goal.

And it's the same with Kane and Karter. More sweet kisses, more slow deep fucking until I'm boneless and drifting in my own pleasure, so wet and sticky between my legs that it's almost obscene. Except it isn't. As my arousal mixes with theirs, all I can think is how right it feels to be in their arms, to be watched by them, cared for by them.