“I can’t fucking believe it.” Amanda’s face twisted with hate and disgust as she looked at me. I’d walked out with Daniel’s arm around me and now I moved closer to his side, with my own arm around his waist. “This is why you guys haven’t contacted me? You know she’s a virgin right? She has no experience at all.” She’d asked them a question, but she didn’t wait on any of them to answer before she carried on. “This little virgin is so absolutely disgusting; she spent our entire four years on campus not able to attract one single guy.” “Oh, you mean like the guys you lied to so they wouldn’t go out with me. Like the one you told I had herpes, even though I don’t. Or the one you made sure that he stayed away from me? Those guys you mean?” I sneered at her, my hand firmly in Daniel’s back pocket now. “Because that’s the real problem, Amanda. You. You hate me so much that you made it your mission to destroy me. Well, it didn’t work, dearie.” I looked at the guys and saw they were all su
We spent the night with each brother telling me goodbye in his own way. My flight left early in the morning and I had to take the rental car back before I even stepped into the airport. We had one more tryst with all of us in the tub. I touched his face as he got me off, trying to imprint it on my brain. Tristan wanted me to himself, to romance me with flowers and kisses, with sweet and gentle touches, until he had me trembling with need. Adam wanted me next and had me up against the glass wall that looked out on the balcony. It was hot, with that edge of danger that thrilled me, excited me, and made me want to explore more. We only had a short time, though, so I walked away from him with two love bites, one on the front of my neck that had already started to fade, and one on the back of my neck that my hair would hide. That meant I spent the night with Daniel. He was as romantic as Tristan, but he had a little bit of an edge of danger like Adam had, though not as much. Just enough
The week passed before I knew it, and I was on my way to Charlotte. I’d emailed my new employer to ask about time off in August to visit my grandparents, and they’d told me that as long as I could work remotely, they were good with that. That was the most awesome thing I’d ever read. Well, until I got a new text from the guys, but yeah, I fell in love with my soon-to-be employer at that moment.I got the things ready I’d need for work, the applications they wanted me to use on my computer plus a few other things that needed to be done. I was going to be working with a public relations firm and most of my work would be online research, writing blog posts, and managing social media for a small client for the time being. Once I had some experience, they’d put me with larger clients, bigger chances, and I was really looking forward to it. On top of that, it was experience I could take with me if the guys decided to leave their trust funds behind. I could really help them in my free time,
“We’ve rented a room in Charlotte for tomorrow night.” The text came in from Michael a few weeks later. I smiled, pleased that I’d get to see them before they left. The weeks up to this trip had been busy ones. They’d organized a lot of things that one of the orphanages over there needed and were taking them over with them. That had involved a lot of stuff to do with customs procedures, last-minute checks, and a lot of phone calls.Apparently, they went to the same town in Spain every year, a place their mother loved and had been going there their entire lives. It was nice, I thought, that they were able to do that. They’d become friends with the locals over the years and when they found out a local orphanage had been decimated by a freak flood; they went to work organizing aid for them. I was really proud of them, but I’d thought we wouldn’t have any time together at all. To know I’d get to see them before they left for an entire month was good news. I needed it. Life had started t
I went into the house and looked around for where it would be best to sit. I wanted to be the first thing they saw when they walked in. The place was decorated in whites and light wood tones, a relief from the cold grays of the other hotel. I liked the place, but I preferred light over dark when it came to decorating a house.From the door, I could see that the swivel stools at the bar that separated the kitchen from the living room was the best place to sit to make an impression. I opened the fridge, took out a bottle of ginger ale that I found in there, and sat down in the black and metal seat. I heard a sound outside and looked out to see the fellas coming out of the elevator. I smiled what I hoped was a seductive smile and crossed my legs as Michael opened the door. Always the one to lead. His eyes all but glittered as he spotted me as they walked in. His walk was loose, his face pleased as he came into the house to greet me. “Hello there, beautiful.” “Hi,” I said, almost shyly
Tristan picked me up from the floor and carried me to the bedroom. He left the door open so that if any of his brothers recovered themselves, they could join us. I smiled up at him as he pulled my dress and my underwear off. “You’re never more beautiful than the moments after you’ve made one of us come. It pleases you.” He looked at me closely, smelled my skin as he moved over me, his own clothes gone now. “I didn’t know it would please a woman to make a man come like it does you.” “Does it please you when you know you’ve done something that rocks my world?” I asked playfully.“It does,” he answered his hands now busy stroking down my neck. “Is it like that for women too?” “It is, Tristan.” I bit at my lip and then spoke. “I want you all, but it’s more than that, Tristan.” “Is it love?” he asked, curious. He settled down between my thighs as if that might influence my answer.“I don’t know, I’ve never been in love before.” I looked away from that penetrating gaze, to stare at the
A couple of weeks later I was in a large house on the outskirts of Los Angeles, lounging by the pool. My grandmother lounged next to me, in a one-piece suit with a large straw hat over her face.“It’s important to stay out of the sun, honey. It’s a killer,” she said as she sipped at a rum and Coke. “I know, Grams.” I smiled at her, my own straw hat hiding my face entirely. “I don’t want freckles, and I get them if I’m out in it too much.” “It’s that ginger gene from your grandfather’s side. Your poor dad had it bad. I used to slather him in sunscreen and keep him in long shirts, even when the world was telling us to absorb as much sun as possible and try to turn our skin into leather. I never did think it was good.” She was a humorous woman with a lot of love to give. I’d forgiven them for the silent years when she explained how devastated losing my dad had been for them both. The pain that was still in her voice when she talked about him, told me all I needed to know. I could only
I flew back to North Carolina the day the guys came back from Spain. We met at the same hotel, the same suite, and within minutes, we were all naked, in a pile on the bed. I moved from one to the next, kissing, murmuring sweet hellos, claims for more attention. Every single one of us was naked, but we were all comfortable together. I was on top of Tristan, where he loved to have me the most, with Daniel to my left and Adam to my right. Michael was behind me, ready to do something I’d never done before. I was so turned on, so ready for all of them, that I was ready for whatever they wanted to try. We’d been there for a half-hour, just kissing, getting hotter, needier, with each second that passed. Now, as Daniel’s hands teased at my clit, and Tristan and Adam worked at my nipples, I slid down on Tristan’s length. I had to be there first before we took the next step. With my torso spread over Tristan’s, I was as flat as I could go, with my ass as high as it would go. I was open, read