“Tell us,” Dante says.
I take a deep breath. “I have been fantasizing about what it would be like … to be with … all of you … together.”
It’s not a huge stretch. Dante and Darian shared me, but they’re twins. Troy and Leo are brothers, but the two sets of brothers are unrelated; they’re just coworkers and friends. Would this be too weird for them?
When I finally meet their eyes again, my worries are quickly dispelled.
“I knew you had it in you to bring up your deepest hidden desires,” Leo says, his eyes glinting and his voice sounding positively filthy.
As usual, Troy is quiet, but he’s clearly interested. Darian, who’s next to me, slides his hand onto my leg and gives it an encouraging squeeze.
“Nothing like this ever crossed my mind until I met the four of you.”
“So you’re saying we inspire your fantasies?” Dante asks, rivaling Leo for the sexiest tone of voice.
“I’m pretty sure you inspire fantasies in every woman who sets foot in Club Red.”
They ignore my mention of other women and keep their curious eyes fixed on me.
“When are you available?” Leo asks.
Considering all I’ve been doing is sitting at home thinking about them, my calendar is wide open. “You’re the busy ones working two jobs,” I say. “I’m available most nights.”
“We’re going to need a long night,” Leo says, “and you’re going to want to have a free schedule the next day, because you’re going to need time to recover.”
My eyes widen at the implication of his warning, and I can’t help but imagine what will go on that will leave me needing recovery time. Can I handle four men?
As I look around at the four of them, my body screams, “Hell, yes!”
Fantasy 4
30
Troy
My brother and I have never shared a woman. The situation never came up before, and like Lorraine, I’d never thought about it until I met her. Even when it did cross my mind, I didn’t necessarily expect it to happen, but we’ve been talking about our mutual attraction for her, and we were aware of her night with Dante and Darian, so her request didn’t come as a complete surprise.
I knew as soon as she mentioned it that the others would be up for it. They’ll have her any and every way they can, and I’m feeling the same about her.
Leo suggested we go to a hotel for the night, but Lorraine invited us to her house, so here we are at her door, bags of groceries in hand.
“What’s all this?” she says as she invites us in.
“We’re making dinner for you,” Dante says.
“I told them you preferred meat lover’s pizza,” Leo says, “but they insisted.”
“Wow, you didn’t have to do this.” She leads us into her kitchen, where we set the bags on the counter. “What are we having?”
“Vegetable lasagna, salad, and garlic bread,” Dante tells her.
“You’re kidding me. Are you joking?” She peers into the bags, surely seeing the boxes of noodles and other ingredients. I’m guessing by her level of surprise that her ex never cooked anything special for her. Yet another strike against the man.
“What can I do to help?” she asks.
Darian pulls a bottle from the bag nearest him. “You can start drinking some of this wine while you relax and wait for dinner.”
“You are all completely over the top, do you know that?” The grin on her face lights me up, and despite being urged to relax, she stays in the kitchen and helps. It’s a tight fit at times with the five of us, but that just gives us opportunities to hold her close when we’re near her.
“You look beautiful tonight,” I whisper in her ear on the first occasion she’s in my arms. “You always do, but I swear you get more attractive every time I see you.”
She looks up at me, surprised, and tips her head back to receive a kiss. I keep her in my arms for a few minutes while we watch the others.
“Do you cook meals like this often?” she asks.
“Not often. Dante is the best cook, and he and Darian have had us over for meals sometimes. Usually when we watch a big game.”
“They live together? I can’t believe I never asked about that,” she says.
“They do, and Leo and I live together, though lately the four of us have been joking that we may as well move into the same house because we’re together so much for work.” And now for pleasure, I think.
“It’s great that you all get along so well,” she says, looking thoughtful.
Shifting her in my arms, I stroke a hand down her back. “Are you ready for tonight?”
My brother told me that on the date he had with her, she was reluctant to even name a fantasy, and tonight she wants to take us all. It’s an impressive progression, and I’m honored that she has such trust in all of us. I would hope we’ve all demonstrated that we’re worthy of that trust.