Hot 4 (Multiple Love)

I have two more days to soak up these men. Two more days to relish their excitement at being together. Two more days to make the memories that will break my heart, but I find that I don’t want to be without.

And then I’ll be back on the plane, heading back to live the life that no one is proud of, not even me.

14

The hotel has a spa that is like nothing else I’ve ever seen before. The air is scented with the ginseng water that fills one plunge pool. All around, tropical blooms and palms make the indoors feel like the exotic wilds outside. I’m wrapped in a towel, waiting on a modern bench seat for the masseuse to finish with her client. The boys have paid for me to have two hours of treatments while they catch up with some family business. Their father called them last night to determine why he hasn’t seen them in the hotel restaurant. They didn’t tell him that they’ve been holed up ordering room service and giving me the kind of mind-blowing sex that I thought I would only ever read about in books.

Hell. My body feels sore. In between my legs, my pussy is hot and achy. My hips stretched well beyond their usual capacity. My wrists are tender, and my nipples sensitive behind the rough fabric of the towel. I’m going to ask the masseuse to go easy on me. I’ve heard about Thai massage and how rigorous it can be.

A very petite, pretty Thai therapist heads in my direction. “Connie?”

I nod, wondering how on earth she’s going to have the strength to do any more than tickle me.

“This way.” She almost bows and begins to shuffle in the direction of a door across the room. In my spa shoes, I can’t walk very fast either. In the room, it’s nearly dark. The ceiling is lit with tiny fairy lights, and soft meditative music plays in the background. The scent of essential oils fills my nose, relaxing me almost immediately.

“You lie face down. Take off towel. Cover with this towel. I be back in few minute.” She smiles, nodding again before leaving me to arrange myself on the massage table. By the time I’m naked with my face in the hole, she’s back.

“You like soft or hard?”

“Hard please,” I murmur into the table, imagining that her hard is going to be a gentle caress. I couldn’t have been more wrong. This woman has iron fingers, and at times, she uses her elbows to break down the knots in my muscles.

“You very tense. Here, and here.” She prods my shoulders and the middle of my back. “You work in office.”

“Yes,” I say.

“You like job? I think you very stressed.”

Not only is she some kind of massage master, but she can also read minds through tense bodies. “My job is boring. Do you like yours?”

“It’s good,” she says, kneading the muscles in my ass so hard I gasp. “The hotel pay good, and the tips good too.”

I smile, thinking how easily she managed to slip in that hint. However broken the masseuse’s English is, she is seriously skilled to be conducting her job in a second language, whereas I haven’t managed to pick up any Thai since I arrived!

“You have boyfriend?”

“Not a boyfriend,” I say.

“Why not? You pretty girl. You make good girlfriend.”

“I make good vacation sex,” I laugh.

She chuckles to herself, probably thinking that all tourists visiting her country behave like sluts. “Many men come to Thailand for vacation sex. Not so many women.”

“I’m here for my friend’s wedding.”

She pauses, her warm hands resting on either side of my spine. “Your friend the bride with many husbands?”

I snort into the table. Natalie has definitely made a hotel-wide impression. “Yes, the bride with many husbands. I’m the bridesmaid with many vacation boyfriends.”

She claps her hands. “You make good vacation sex with many boy—that good. Men not have all the fun. How many vacation boyfriend?”

“Four,” I say.

She makes an excited whooping sound. “FOUR.”

“Four,” I say more softly.

“Four just for sex? You greedy,” she laughs.

There isn’t much I can say to refute that fact. But the way she said just for sex leaves a funny feeling in my chest. My vacation boyfriends are great. If I wasn’t a girl with a disapproving father and a job that bores me senseless but is my only hope of a promotion to a decent role, then things could have been different. If they didn’t live in the middle of nowhere and miles away from my life, maybe things could have been different. They’re sexy as hell, kind, protective, hilarious, and compassionate. They look out for me in a way that no man ever has before. They’d make great husbands to some lucky ladies in the future. And they’d make gorgeous babies too.