Eight hungry eyes sweep down the length of my body, dwelling on the swell of my breasts and the hem of my short dress. "Keep strutting around like that, and we'll be ordering room service again."
I shake my finger back and forth. "You've got to wine me and dine me before you can…"
Kane puts up his hand. "Don't say it. My cock's already stirring. I won't be able to walk if he wakes up."
"Ah…poor baby." I shoot him a wicked grin. "I need to be careful too, what with wearing no panties. Things could get messy."
The looks on their faces send me into a fit of giggles, and I turn, walking with extra sway to my hips.
"Connie," Holden practically growls. "Are you trying to blow our fucking brains out?"
"I want to make this a night to remember," I say. "So that on nights back home, when all of this is just a beautiful memory, I don't look back and regret a thing."
He grabs my wrist to stop me in my tracks. Behind us, a taxi revs its engine, and we all step to the side to allow it to pass. "This doesn't have to be just a memory," he says gruffly.
His brothers close in, their hands resting against different parts of me as though they're scared that I'm going to drift away. My throat burns, but I plaster on a smile. "We're late for our reservation," I say, trying to keep my voice as even as possible. "Let's go eat, and I promise I'll be worth the wait."
"Oh, we know," Karter says. "But what Holden's trying to say is…"
I press my finger over his lips. "Let's eat. And later, I'll let you eat me."
Karter's cheeks flush, and his eyes close with anticipated pleasure, but I don't stick around. I want to get out of here. I need the distraction of food to get me through, and later, when we get back to our room, I can hide behind the fantastic sex and push aside all the stupid fantasies, hopes, and dreams that have started to creep in from the edges, despite all my resistance.
It's not far to the hotel next door, and the evening air is warm and flower-scented. The boys are initially quiet, but then, after a look passes between them, they switch into their usual banter.
"I got a message from the guys back home before we came out," Holden says. "Decker told me we should go to a ping pong show, but I don't think he was talking about what we did with Connie on the first night."
"He wants you to go watch women firing small plastic balls out of their pussies?" I ask.
Karter rolls his eyes. "This is what people think Thailand is all about."
"Did you tell him you're too busy gangbanging the maid of honor?"
Holden shakes his head. "The way you talk, Connie! No, I didn't tell him shit."
"Maybe I can try the ping pong thing, Thai style," I laugh.
"There's only one thing coming out of your pussy tonight, and that's wetter and stickier," Harris says. His hand slides over my ass and squeezes, and I'm instantly warm.
We stop with the filthy talk as we enter the reception. Kane asks for directions, and we end up in a beautiful restaurant overlooking the inky black ocean. Lit by tiny lights and candles, it really is the most romantic setting. They give us a round table and, as it's a set menu, begin to bring out tiny plates of the most delicious-looking Thai starters. The little crab cakes that Kane served me with are there, along with spiced prawns and sticky ribs.
We tuck in, and the conversation turns again to back home.
"How do you feel about going home?" Karter asks.
Sad. Anxious. Resentful. So many negative emotions spill through me. "Okay," I say instead. "It's been awesome, but now I have my passport, I'm going to make traveling a more regular thing."
Karter nods, glancing at his twin. "What are you going to do on your bonus day without me?" I ask.
"Sleep off the sex exhaustion," Kane says, wiggling his eyebrows.
"Eat to replenish our strength," Karter adds. I'm so grateful for their humor. It's as though they've read my attempts to keep things light and are doing exactly what I need.
"I'm thinking the ping pong show sounds like fun," Harris says, and I pretend to punch him in the arm.
Holden pops a crab cake in his mouth. "It won't be the same without you, Connie. You've made this vacation better than we could have imagined."
Harris shrugs. "I don't know. I had way more sex in my imaginary vacation."
I do punch his shoulder this time, and he laughs, clutching it as though I've wounded him. "Well, there's nothing stopping you from having some more tomorrow," I say like the thought doesn't cut my heart in two. "Shall we get more drinks"? I wave at the smartly dressed waiter who is at our table in a flash. "Can we have ten shots of tequila, please?"