Chapter 22

The silk nightgown was too much, so romantic and thoughtful. I felt cherished and pampered. It was a strange sensation and not entirely comfortable for me since I didn't feel like I deserved any of it. Jake was right when he said I had trouble with trust. Knowing that I was to blame for my bad choices in the past and the mess I was in now with my ex. It isn't the Burns brothers I didn't trust. It was myself.

Everything at the resort was like a fantasy world, a fairy-tale dream that couldn't possibly be real. I knew I'd wake up and find it gone, believing I never deserved any of it. That it could never last.

But when I saw them waiting for me, rose petals on the bed, a flute of chilled champagne pressed into my hand, it felt real. It was like I'd slipped into a warm bath only instead of water it was the full-color intensity of my real life. I was completely present in the moment as I took a sip of cool, fizzy champagne and set the glass aside. I went to Drew first, knowing the lingerie was his gift. I held out my hands and he took them.

"Do you like it?"

I saw his fevered gaze raking me from head to toe and blushed under the heat of his eyes.

"Yeah," he said roughly, "but not as much as I like you in it."

"Thank you," I said, and kissed his cheek.

Eli said, "We're all in agreement that we want to be with you however you feel comfortable. We won't overwhelm you or make demands. We want to make you feel good. Better than good."

"You already do," I said.

I sat down on the edge of the bed and reached my hand out for Ty who had made out with me on the plane and been so patient.

With aching slowness, he peeled back the robe and kissed my shoulder. Drew was there to ease the sleeves down my arms and leave a trail of kisses in its wake. Ty took my breast in his mouth through the delicate lace and worked the nipple with his tongue. I grabbed his hair and held him close, pressed him to my breast, my head thrown back in pleasure. I felt desire pool between my bare thighs as he worked the gown up, his hand skimming my leg.

I looked over my shoulder and Drew knelt there. I parted my lips, and he came to me, kissed me. Ty touched my belly, my hips, with deft fingers. I scooted back on the bed, spread my legs to welcome him. He took a bottle from Eli and stroked massage oil on my inner thighs, on his fingers as they traced my folds and slipped in to caress my clit. I was crying out in pleasure almost instantly.

Ty mounted me, slid his cock inside me and filled me as I came around him. The flutter of my inner muscles seemed to drive him wild. His thrusts were almost beyond his control as he came, whispered my name and kissed me. I rolled onto my side toward where he collapsed on the bed. He brushed my hair back and smiled. Jake was there then, his chest bare. I ran greedy palms over the planes of his chest. After the romantic lovemaking where I sat on his lap before, I expected more of the same. I was wrong.

Jake came to me, his eyes dark with passion, and pressed me down into the mattress. His arms bracketed my face until he filled my vision. He took one of my legs and hooked it around his hips, and the other he pressed back to my chest, opening me wide so I could take every thick inch of his big cock.

I reached for him, wanted to wrap my hand around his burgeoning shaft. He brushed my hand away and dragged his fingertips through the wetness between my legs, massaged my clit with his thumb. Even when I tried to shy away from the intensity of his direct touch, he held me there, relentless. Soon, I was begging.

"Tell me what you want," he said, his voice a dark challenge.

"I want you to fuck me, Jake," I gasped.

His grin was naughty as he took his thumb away and then pushed two long fingers inside me, stroking and pumping, readying me.

"Oh please, now," I moaned when he curled a fingertip against my g-spot.

He twisted his wrist and let his fingers just lick my inner lips, my passage slick with want. I stretched my arms above my head and arched toward him, ready for his invasion, needy for him.

He scooped me up, an arm under the small of my back, so I was sitting on my knees, body bowed backward and supported by his beefy forearm. I let myself drape back onto the bed like an offering for him, my silken gown shoved up. He lifted me a little and settled me on his cock, moving me by my hips like a doll, sliding me up and down his length. He was doing all the work, servicing me with every long thrust. I was stuffed with him and mindless, screaming incomprehensible sounds of pleasure with every rush of ecstasy that poured into me and took over my body. I seemed too tense, every muscle cramping up before a powerful release took me and I gave an ear-splitting scream.

It was unlike anything I'd ever experienced before. I could feel the head of his big cock brushing my g-spot and his fingers playing with my clit that was so aroused that it stood out, swollen and tender. My stomach muscles and thighs seized up when an intense jolt of electric pleasure raged through me, a hot gush of ecstasy that left me trembling, a blush rising to my cheeks when I realized what I'd done.

I knew before he said anything or even met my eyes that he'd made me squirt. In disbelief, I was still writhing on his cock, still feeling the release of hot fluid that didn't come from my lover. I worked myself on him, rubbing and twisting. He held my hips, kept me stuffed so that every slight movement I made rubbed some other place inside me.

I reached up and wrapped my arms around him. "Make me do it again," I whispered. He kissed my lips and lowered me to the mattress.

"Jake—" I gasped.

Eli was beside me then, taking my hand, kissing my palm and my wrist. I turned to look at him. He reached for my breast and fondled it. I shut my eyes and sighed in appreciation and then Jake was upon me, thrusting into me with wild abandon, pressing me down and pinning me to the bed. I gave a laugh, a cackle of pure joy as I took him every single inch, broad and hot. He ground into me, his girth brushing deliciously along the upper wall of my sex. I rode it out, the maniac surge of bliss.

Eli kissed my mouth, working his tongue in deep. I reached up, and he caught my hand in his while my other hand gripped Jake's bare shoulder. He moved with exceptional control, grinding his pelvis into my clit and giving me exquisite pressure there that set of a blinding array of sparks behind my eyes. Jake pressed his palm low on my belly, the heel of his hand on my mound, pressing from above as he hit my clit with his cock with every thrust.

The scream rolled through me, desperate to escape, but it came out almost silent as pure flame seemed to engulf my body. From the delicious grinding on my clit and the perfect strokes of his cock hitting my g-spot to the pressure of his warm hand above my clit adding another layer of heat and sensation to the furious bliss that writhed into a knot of near-agony.

I was pinned down but trying to take control and take my pleasure from him. My need was a howling void, and I wasn't sure I'd survive it. My vision went dark at the edges and my breath came only in shallow pants. I tried to thrust up with my hips, to buck and twist, anything to get the extra sensation the final edge to tip me over into my climax. Eli reached between us to pinch my nipple and tug on it lightly. That was the match that lit the wildfire within me.

Eli had to break our kiss as I started to jerk and writhe, out of control. One instant I was trying to catch my breath as Jake dragged that heavy cock through my wet folds and the next moment I was bucking and screaming his name into his twin's mouth while a live wire of next level ecstasy tore through me. Wetness poured from me and coated us both, and he coaxed more fluid from me, his fingers between us massaging my clit. Determined as he was to wrench every bit of pleasure from me, his cock at last took over that iron control, when I snaked my hand down and wrapped my fingers around the base of him, touched his balls that were tight and ready. I clenched around him with the last of my scalding orgasm and he crushed me into the bed with his weight, sucking my neck as he emptied into me with hot spurts.

"No other man has ever—not even—" I stammered. He kissed my lips, looked in my eyes with amazement.

"I'm glad I could be the first. You know you can do it now. It'll be a fun challenge for us to make you squirt," he said, a proud grin on his face. "I can tell I'm going to be addicted to that sound you made."

I curled up on my side and lay there, satisfied and thoroughly debauched.

I grinned and pushed up to a sitting position. I met Ty's gaze from where he sat in a chair nearby watching, stroking his cock while his hot eyes were on me. I crooked my finger at him to come to me. His eyebrows went up, but he came to me on the bed. Ty took my hand and helped me to my feet, gave me a bottle of water. I drank from it and moved closer, into the circle of his arms. He rubbed his cheek against mine, the scrape of his stubble electrifying my senses.

"Want to wash my hair? I'm sweaty," I said, walking my fingers up the middle of his chest playfully.

"I'd love to take a bath with you," he said, taking the hint and leading me toward the large bathroom.

Drew was on his feet, starting the hot water and pouring in fragrant bath salts. Jake got up more slowly but moved to light candles in the bathroom. As hot water streamed in to fill the huge sunken tub I found myself wondering how many of us would fit in there at one time. Jake came up behind me and kneaded my shoulders, kissing my neck. He slid one hand around to the curve of my belly and pressed me back against him so I could feel how hard he was for me again.

My whole body was filled with immediate yearning, an urgent need for him, to join with him. He dipped his fingers between my thighs, stroked the slickness there and whispered that wasn't all. "I know you invited Ty in here with you, but sometimes we come as a package deal. Are you interested?" he said.

Warmth flooded my chest as I felt my body clench on my emptiness as I bore down, desperate for his body, his casual claim on me, heart and body and soul.

The crashing of water cascading into the tub made the soundtrack as Jake bent me over the edge and I gripped the rim of the tub like my life depended on it. Ty climbed in the water in front of me and fondled my breasts, licked them, worshipped them. This was what I'd been waiting for. The ultimate satisfaction, being loved by all four men at once.

"I need you," I whimpered. I looked over my shoulder where I was braced on the edge of the tub, while Ty still ministered to my nipples. Drew and even Eli crowded into the bathroom, filling the space around me. Drew shouldered up beside me and reached over to curl his long fingers between my outer lips and flicked my most secret pleasure spot. I white-knuckled the edge of the tub, my hair falling around my face and brushing over the back of Ty's head while he sucked my nipple from his place in the bathtub. Drew dragged a finger through my folds and groaned.

"A couple more flicks ought to do it," he said, his voice too rough to be as businesslike as he was trying to sound. Jake crowded up behind me, the hot crown of his erection already slick as he dragged it teasingly through my tender folds. I shook all over so hard I wasn't sure I could stay on my feet. My lips curled under to brace myself for what I knew would be an onslaught of pleasure destined to overwhelm me. There was a soft brush of lips at the corner of my mouth and I blinked, Eli's face, his lips on mine, his hand cupping my cheek. I nodded and let him kiss me softly, like he wasn't sure how much more I could take.

He was right, because almost as soon as I took that long hot slide of Jake penetrating me, I quivered and clenched down as a climax swept over me. I had to brace myself on my hands not to lose it altogether, not to go to my knees. I think they sensed it, because the next thing I knew, I was lifted in Drew's arms and laid in the bathtub where Ty waited for me. He soaped a washcloth and I drooped back against his chest to rest. I couldn't even open my eyes. I knew when they joined me one by one, and I knew there was nothing to say at that point. We had said it all, done it all, and sleep was the next obvious step.