Kane is definitely the most competitive, with a cheeky edge that shows me he’s not afraid to make his own way. The way Karter keeps glancing over at me to check I’m okay shows me more of his empathy. Holden likes to organize, keeping track of the who’s dropping the ball, and Harris constantly teases his brothers.
And me? Well, I’m just enjoying being surrounded by men who are willing to take their time rather than jumping straight into sexy times. They’re unusual in that respect. I’m sure that most guys would have been crashed out after the sex by now.
It’s Harris who stops play to use the bathroom. Holden follows his twin from the pool, heading into the kitchen to grab glasses for the champagne. Popping the cork like a pro, he fills the glasses with the bubbly liquid. Kane and Karter use their super strong arms to climb out of the pool, but I decide to make a more graceful ascent up the ladder. Harris reappears, holding a large white towel for me, which I accept gratefully. The air is warm for evening, but cool enough to cover my skin with gooseflesh, so I wrap the towel around myself.
As Kane takes his glass, he holds it up. “To Natalie and our cousins, Miller, Mason, and Max. May their life be filled with happiness.”
“Her life’s going to be filled with something, that’s for sure,” Harris says, wiggling his eyebrows.
“Orgasms?” I say, sipping my champagne.
Karter snorts and Kane laughs in a booming way that makes the ladder of his stomach muscles ripple. “I’m sure she’s told you some stories,” he says.
“She might have done.”
Kane steps closer and reaches out to touch a wet tendril of my hair. “So is that what you want?” Around us, everyone seems to still, the silence practically dripping with anticipation.
“Yes,” I say, plainly. There’s no point in beating around the bush. No sugar coating or dressing this up as anything different. I want orgasms. Lots of them.
“Well, we should get to work then, shouldn’t we?” Kane rests his empty glass on the glossy white counter and then scoops me into his arms so fast that champagne splashes onto my chest. “Take her glass,” he orders his twin, then he’s striding up the stairs and into a beautifully furnished bedroom.
I couldn’t have asked for a more perfect setting. The dark mango wood of the bed sets off the crisp white sheets. The window looks out over the swelling blackness of the night sea. When I’m rested onto my feet, four men fill the space, impossibly tall and broad and strong, a total contrast to my soft curviness. Kane’s fingers slide under the towel, loosening it and allowing it to fall to the floor. Karter steps up behind me, his mouth the first to kiss my skin, so warm and soft. Kane flicks open the front fastening of my bra like a pro while his brother pushes the flimsy lace of my thong over my hips.
More than one man sucks in a breath at my nakedness.
Well, I’m naked except for Natalie’s wedding garter, which rests on my thigh.
Kane leans in close, his gunmetal eyes fixed on mine until our lips are close enough to touch. Oh, God, the kiss is sweet heaven; soft lips and sweeping tongue, deep and then teasing. All around me, lips search my skin, kissing, tasting, and sucking. I wish I could watch them from a bystander’s perspective and take in everything, but I can’t. In the middle of four men, it’s hard to know where to look. It’s easier to close my eyes and let them devour me. It’s more erotic to be in the dark, anticipating the next touch and kiss.
But I can’t anticipate what happens next. Kane’s hands grip my ass, and he lifts me, forcing my legs to wrap around his waist. I’m on my back on the bed, with his thick tattooed forearms braced either side of me. “You’ve got us where you want us,” he murmurs against my cheek, as his brothers climb onto the mattress too. Between my legs, Kane’s huge cock rests close and heavy. I moan, the very thought of him pushing inside me sending heat through me. Not just him though. His brothers too.
Four of them.
Four unbelievably sexy men waiting to please me.
I blink, wondering for a moment whether I’m in a dream, and expecting them to disappear. When they don’t, I breathe a sigh of relief. I don’t want to wake up from this moment. I want to slip in between them and never emerge again. I want to have my moment of self-indulgence. I want to know what it’s like to feel so much pleasure that my body can’t take any more.
I reach between our bodies, my hand finding the rigid bar of Kane’s cock, the heat of it a shock. Damn. It’s definitely the biggest I’ve ever seen, and glancing around, I see are three other almost identical cocks waiting for my attention. A girl could feel overwhelmed, but I’m just getting started.