But being with them isn’t real life, and instead of being sad that it’s over, I should be glad it happened.
All in all, everything went wonderfully, except for my time with Leo. I regret my hesitation that first night, even though we still had fun together.
I’ve used up my four wishes — well, I’ve used three, but I had a two-for-one with Dante and Darian, and it was worth it.
How many women have an opportunity to bring their fantasies to life, no strings attached, with four incredibly gorgeous men? But now that I’ve had nights with all of them, my fantasy life is over.
And it’s probably a good thing, because I could easily get used to the kind of treatment they’ve been giving me, even though I know it was only special because it was temporary.
It’s just been about sex for them, but acting out these fantasies has played with my head at times. I could almost feel like I’m falling for these men, but I’d only be falling for a fantasy.
Later in the day, back at my empty house, I get a text from Troy asking if I can go to the nursery with him on Friday morning to select new plants for the yard. We’re back to official landscape business, and the hollow twinge of sadness I’d been feeling expands.
I’m convinced the feeling is temporary, though. Just a little post-glow letdown.
When Friday comes, I’m torn between wanting to see Troy and worrying that seeing him will reignite the sparks I felt when I was last around him. Not that he or the other three men have ever been far from my mind.
My body has been craving them like an addict, and I’ve been masturbating every night since I was with Darian and Dante. Sometimes, I even take a little midday break for some self love, just to try to get them off my mind.
My chest is fluttering when my doorbell rings, and the sensations multiply when I open the door to find not just Troy, but all four men.
My landscapers, here for purely professional reasons — but the look in all of their eyes says something different.
“Good morning. How are you?” Leo’s at the head of the group, and he steps across my threshold, taking me by surprise with a kiss on the lips. I’m shocked at first, but I melt into him after only a second or two. His mouth feels so good on mine, and my entire body activates instantly, like it’s been waiting for this — because it has.
“Did you order a pizza?” he asks, giving me a look that takes me right back to our night together and makes me laugh.
“Not for breakfast.”
“Pity,” he says, releasing me after an affectionate parting kiss on the forehead.
Dante and Darian are next, wrapping me in their arms together, hugging and kissing me in turn.
Troy’s last, his eyes scanning my face. “How’ve you been?” he asks, sliding an arm around my shoulders and hugging me to his side.
I’ve been not quite myself, and more than a little lonely, but all I say is, “Good.”
Not only was I not expecting all of them to come today, I definitely wasn’t expecting the hugs and physical contact. I’m sure it’s not a good idea, even though it feels good, and I’m confused by their motivations.
I’d hoped we’d be friendly acquaintances after the fantasies were done, but the kisses they just gave me weren’t the type you share with friends. I feel like I should say something about it, but taken so off guard, I don’t know quite how to approach the subject.
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“Ready to go?” Leo asks.
“Um … sure. Does anyone want coffee first?”
“You don’t have to bother,” he says. “We can get some on the way.”
Out at their truck, Troy opens the passenger door for me, but before I climb in, it occurs to me that this will leave Troy and the twins squished together in the back seat.
“I can sit in the back,” I say. “We might all fit better that way.”
What I don’t think through is what being between Dante and Darian is going to feel like. I’m instantly filled with memories of our night, from sitting between them in the car, to lying between them in the bed.
“Send some air back here,” Darian calls up to Leo when he notices my skin flush, but the temperature in the truck isn’t the problem.
Each of the twins rests a hand on one of my knees, and it makes me feel like I’m theirs, or like I want to be theirs.
I can’t think clearly at the moment, and I quickly give up trying. Instead, I focus on the questions they’re asking me — about where my favorite place is to get coffee and how my work week has been — and I follow along as they tell me about two new landscape clients, and how they might soon be able to cut back their time at Club Red.