“I’ll make you a deal,” I say. “For every orgasm, I’ll give you one question to ask me.”
“Two,” Harris says. “Or no deal.”
“Seriously?”
“We’re having a negotiation here,” he says, arching an eyebrow. “If you always got exactly what you wanted, life would be hella boring.”
“Two for the price of one?” I shrug. “I guess that could be acceptable.”
“What could be acceptable?” Karter asks, now standing close enough that I could touch his gorgeous face.
“Connie will let us ask two questions about her in exchange for one orgasm.”
“Sounds like a very good arrangement to me.” Karter reaches out to take me from his brother, and I wrap my legs around his waist, hooking my ankles together behind him. “But why all the secrecy, Connie?”
“Why not? Isn’t mystery a good thing?” To me, it is because I know the fewer personal details that I share, the less they’ll share with me. Keeping our arrangement on the surface will mean there is less chance of me developing deep feelings and more chance of me being able to return home with a big smile on my face.
“Mystery can be a great thing,” Kane says.
“So it’s settled,” I say.
“What’s settled?” Holden says, having finally made his way into the sea.
“The questions-for-orgasms arrangement,” Harris says, prompting a quizzical look from his twin in response.
“Except, you forgot one thing,” Kane says with a glint in his eye.
“What’s that?” I ask, intrigued.
“We’re very good at giving orgasms,” he replies. “And there are four of us and only one of you. That’s four times the energy and four times the attention. I think you’re going to be spilling your life story to us this afternoon.”
“Promises, promises.”
“I think we should start right now,” Harris says.
“Me too,” Holden comes closer, pressing his lips to the side of my throat. “I remember how good you taste,” he says, sliding his hand over my ass. His fingers tease beneath the fabric of my suit, sending shivers up my spine. “I remember how soft your pussy was against my tongue. I remember how it fluttered when I made you come.”
My eyes drift close as I lose myself in his words. Beneath the water, Holden’s hands cup my breasts, teasing at my nipples. Karter encourages me to loosen my grip around his waist, putting some space between his body and the apex of my thighs. His big, rough hand strokes up the inside of my thighs, finger finding my clit through the flimsy fabric of my swimsuit.
“We can’t,” I say huskily, glancing around, conscious that four men have moved to surround me in a way that looks very conspicuous. There is no one else close to us in the water, but this beach is for hotel patrons, so it’s far from deserted.
“We can,” Karter says, rubbing me in slow circles that make my hips buck.
“We can’t,” I say again, but I’m already sagging forward in his arms, lost in the motion of more hands that are stroking my body. These men are like one organism. All focused on me—an eight-armed creature with dark intent.
And he’s right, they can, and they do.
Karter’s finger keeps stroking, and Holden’s fingers tease my nipples. Between my legs, someone’s fingers push inside me, and Kane leans in to kiss my lips. When his tongue strokes into my mouth, deep and slow, I come with a low, deep moan. Oh, God. My pussy clamps down so hard against the thick fingers there that whoever’s hand gets caught in a vicelike grip.
“That’s it,” Holden says. “That’s it.”
And as suddenly as they swarmed around me, they all back away except Karter who strokes my back soothingly. “I’ve got you,” he murmurs into my hair as I drift away into the ether. My mind swims in pleasure as sweet as strawberries and cream, and my limbs feel loose and light.
Eventually, I blink my eyes open, gazing first at Karter and then turning my head to take in the rest of them. Holden, Harris, and Kane are still close, and they smile back at my obvious daze.
Harris cocks his head to one side, his eyes squinting as he grins. “Ready to answer some questions, Connie, or is your brain still broken from orgasm number one?”
“Orgasm two,” Holden reminds his twin.
Harris shakes his head. “The first one doesn’t count. It wasn’t part of the deal.”
“What do you want to ask me?” I shouldn’t feel filled with trepidation at the prospect of their inquisition, but I am.
“How about this one…” Harris is interrupted by Holden’s hand, which flies up.
“Hey…how come you get to decide the question?”
“Because I came up with the game,” Harris says impatiently. “And it was my fingers that made her come.”
“Err…I don’t think so,” Karter says. “Without my finger on her clit, she wouldn’t have gotten off like that.”
“Team effort,” Kane says.
Holden nods his head at his twin. “Definite team effort.”