I couldn’t believe they were actually serious! I leaned back on the bed, spreading myself before them. Intentionally I let the towel wrapped around my waist fall away, displaying my bikini…
“You sure you don’t want dessert first?” I winked. “Din
ner afterward?”
Dakota stood firm. But I could see Jason’s resolve slipping.
“C’mon,” I purred. “I’m not really your fiancé until we all christen this bed together.” I patted the spots on either side of me. “Those are the rules.”
Dakota shook his head in disbelief. Ryan just laughed and looked away.
“Really? Those are the rules?”
I smiled and hooked a finger sexily into one corner of my mouth. “Uh huh.”
Kyle moved forward again, and this time Jason came with him. I could feel my skin going flush with excitement as they crawled up on either side of me.
“You’re fighting dirty,” lamented Dakota. “You know that?”
I blew him a kiss, giggling on the inside. “C’mon baby,” I pouted. “How often do you get to eat dessert before dinner?”
He didn’t answer, so I stretched out, cat-like, across the bed. My blonde hair flowed down either side of my shoulders as I scissored my long legs.
Ryan folded under the pressure, stepping forward. Jason and Kyle were already kissing either side of my neck, their hands reaching for my body.
“I promise I’ll make it up to you,” I cooed at Jason, raising a hopeful eyebrow. I maintained eye contact with him even as Kyle began kissing me. Kept a steady gaze, as Jason’s fingertips traced their way up the insides of my thighs…
“Please?”
Reaching down to my hip, I pulled on the tiny string tie of my bikini bottoms. Looking Dakota right in his crystal blue eyes, I bit my lip and offered it to him.
“Fine,” he sighed finally, pulling at his collar. “But if we’re gonna do this right now?”
I gulped, half with excitement, half with the breathless anticipation of what was coming next. I hadn’t been with the four of them at once in way too long.
“You’re getting every last inch of what you’re asking for…”
One
SAMMARA
“So…. How’s engaged life?”
Melissa grinned at me from her own treadmill, which she’d slowed down to what I called ‘gossip speed’. It enabled us to keep our conversation low and comfortable, but still be drowned out in every other direction by the constant whir of the machines’ motors.
“It’s amazing,” I said proudly. “Just like the last time you asked.”
She chuckled, her light-hearted laugh echoing through our little corner of the gym. “Should I stop asking?”
“Hell no,” I grinned. “A girl never gets tired of such a question.”
I glanced down at my ring, reflexively. Or rather, my rings. Gold for Kyle, my sexy soldier. Platinum for Dakota, my dirty-blond giant. Rose gold for Ryan, as emotionally complex as the alloy itself, and brushed palladium to represent Jason, so strong and beautiful.
It had been six months since Bora Bora. Six months since the most amazing engagement any girl’s ever likely to have. An engagement filled with the most love, the most laughter, the most excitement…
And of course, the most life-changing, mind-erasing, four-on-one sex.
“You got a date all picked out yet?”