Karter puts his hands up. "Hold up there, Connie. Ten shots?"
"One for the vacation and one for the road for each of us," I say, nodding to confirm the order.
"And that's it. I want to be able to remember tonight, not sleep through it with tequila drool spilling from my lips."
"Sexy imagery," Kane says to his twin.
"Tequila can be lethal. Remember Miami."
Kane shakes his head, his eyes dropping at the memory. "I'd rather not, thanks, dude," he says. "Well, now I want to hear all about Miami." I rest my face in my palms, propped on my elbows, which rest on the table, blinking my wide-opened eyes.
"Kane got so drunk that he threw up in an ornamental plant pot in a five-star hotel. Then he collapsed in the hallway outside our room, and he was like a dead weight. We were wasted too, and none of us had the strength to lift him, so we brought his pillow out into the hall." Karter starts to laugh manically, so I'm taking it that there is more to the story.
"Then we took his pants off and put his thumb into his mouth, tucking a blanket up around his face, so he looked like a toddler having nap time."
"And they left me like that all night," Kane says, shaking his head. "I woke up with two Japanese businessmen standing over me. I think one prodded me to see if I was still alive."
"Yeah," Holden says. "They probably did because you were lying with your face in your own vomit."
I throw my hands up, palms forward. "TMI, guys. TMI."
"Well, you did ask for the story," Kane says, grimacing. "It was not my finest moment for sure."
"We still have pictures if you want to see," Karter grins. Ever the loving brother.
"Have you ever gotten drunk like that?" Harris asks.
"Not so drunk that I slept in my own bodily fluids," I say. "But me and Natalie have had some funny nights."
"I bet you have," Holden says. "I get the feeling that Natalie's a dark horse."
"Actually, before she shacked up with your cousins, she was always a bit repressed. But with enough alcohol, I could tease her out of her shell."
"I bet you could." Karter squeezes my hand as though the idea of me making Natalie do things outside of her usual comfort zone is something that marks a great friendship. Maybe it is. Maybe, showing our friends how to shuck off their reins is something greater than I thought. Is that what Natalie has done for me? Before this vacation, I'd had fantasies about this lifestyle but never believed that it could be anything more than a fantasy. If Natalie hadn't found her stepbrothers, I definitely wouldn't be here knocking back shots of bitter liquid with four men who are going to share my bed in an hour. I guess we've been good for each other over the years.
I'm the first to pick up a shot glass, and we go through the motions, preparing our hands with salt and grasping thin slices of lemon. It's hilarious to watch the boys’ grimacing faces as they drink both shots one after the other.
My head swims almost immediately; two shots are the perfect amount to loosen all of our inhibitions. Beneath the table, Holden's hand slides over my thigh and between my legs. He hooks his foot around mine, tugging it toward him so my legs are spread wide enough for him to check if I was being truthful about wearing no panties. From above the table, you'd never know what was happening. I keep following the conversation that has now turned to another vacation story that involved Karter making a fool of himself. I laugh in the right places as Holden's finger slowly circles my clit. He joins in with the story as though it's his only point of focus, his hand working its magic in secret under the table. I'm wet in a second, craving his cock, his fingers, his mouth. But we're in public, and this is already too risky.
The waiter brings over the main courses — plates spilling with silky noodles and bowls almost overflowing with colorful curries and pure white rice — and all the time I'm biting my lip, wanting Holden to finish what he started but fearful that I'll come and not be able to keep myself under control. Shifting in my seat, I let my legs loll wider, and Holden uses two fingers to penetrate me so slowly I almost whimper.
Almost.
But the little puff of air that leaves my mouth is enough to draw Karter's attention. I see him look down into my lap, which is conveniently cloaked with a large white napkin. Then his hand slides up my other thigh and meets his brother's hand at the apex of my thighs. A smirk plays at his lips, and I watch as his eyes meet Kane's across the table. "It would seem that Holden has been unable to wait until after dinner." All eyes focus on my now obviously flushed cheeks, and I wriggle against Holden's deliciously thick fingers.