Trace leaned in. “Look at me, baby.”
She forced her eyes open to see the other three men smiling at her. “Who do you belong to?”
“I belong to all four of you.”
“That’s right, baby. You’re all ours now, and we’re going to take damn good care of you. Tell us what you want.”
She could barely speak as another wave of orgasms rushed through her. “I want my Sirs to fuck me.”
He lifted the vibrator from her clit and she sucked in a shaky breath, just for him to do it to her again and making the men laugh at her moans. He repeated it several more times before finally taking pity on her. He slid his cock into her first as Steve and Hal released her arms. That allowed her to hold on to Trace, and he leaned in, kissing her as his cock stretched her.
Behind her, Ken laughed, but it sounded strained. “Ooooh, buddy, this is my new favorite thing. I can feel you inside her fucking her.”
“Yeah? Well, I can feel you in there, too.” He leaned past her to kiss Ken. “Guess this’ll make nights even more interesting now, huh?”
“You’d better believe it.”
Trace didn’t last long, and it was Steve who took his place. He had a different rhythm to his thrusts, and he kissed her the whole time, moaning into her mouth as he came, adding another load to her pussy. Followed by Hal, who helped Ken fuck her, lifting her as he thrust into her from behind while Hal rode her in front.
Overload. She exploded again, her body clamping down on both of them and taking them with her.
Exhausted and sated, she let them gently tip her over onto her side as Ken pulled out of her ass. Hal cradled her against him, Trace and Steve gently stroking her head, her arms.
She drifted off, awakened by the feel of someone carrying her, then warm water cradling her.
The hot tub.
She wasn’t sure who she was now snuggled against, but she enjoyed the feel of arms wrapped around her and their lips nuzzling the top of her head.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispered.
Steve.
She guessed it was Trace and Hal now cuddled close on either side of her, because Ken’s voice sounded like he was on the other side of the hot tub. “You all can have my bed tonight, if you want it. I’ll take Steve’s bed. Fair’s fair. I had her all weekend, and—” He yawned. “She flat wore my ass out.”
“That okay with you, baby?” Trace asked.
She nodded without opening her eyes. “Yes, Sir.”
“What about dinner?” Hal asked.
“Pizza,” Steve said, his arms tightening around her. “I ain’t cooking.”
“Sounds good to me,” Ken said.
* * * *
Hal had honestly thought maybe the other three were just fucking with him when the messages started that weekend, like it was a joke he wasn’t in on, but…
Damn.
He’d never seriously thought they’d be at this point with Arden. Definitely not this soon.
And no, he didn’t have a problem with Ken marrying her. It was the perfect solution, giving her security and keeping his secret from his family. It worked.
What they’d had going between the four of them had been amazing, but yeah, adding Arden to the mix made it perfect, absolutely. Even now, as he cuddled around her, he and Trace both had an arm behind Steve and the other draped over her and touching each other.
He looked at Ken. “Love you, man. You’re a fucking genius.”
Ken grinned. “Love you, too, buddy. Even if you’re louder than hell during sex.”
“Hey, I’m howling, you know I’m enjoying myself.”
“That’s true.”
Steve handed her off to Hal when they got out, and they wrapped her in a large beach towel and returned to the living room. Trace fetched a blanket for her and pillows from her room and together they snuggled with her between Trace and Steve to watch TV.
Ken had ended up behind Hal and pressed against his back. “Miss me?”
He reached back and patted Ken’s thigh. “Yeah, we all did. It’s weird when everyone’s not home at night. We are going to have to invest in some larger beds, by the way. We ended up sleeping in your room every night since you’ve got the biggest one.”
“I don’t mind.”
“Good,” Trace said, “because we fucked each other’s brains out in it. We did wash the sheets, though.”
“Then I’m not complaining.”
* * * *
Trace hadn’t planned to spend all three nights with Steve and Hal, but it’d just worked out that way. And he hadn’t been able to give himself a good enough reason to leave the bed and go sleep by himself after sex when he had two willing partners to enjoy.
The first night, it’d been him in the middle, the next Steve, and Hal the third.
And yeah, they were going to need a bigger bed.
“Someone call in the pizza, please,” Trace said. “I’m starving.”
“I’ll do it,” Ken said. “You all look comfy.”
Trace lifted his head as Ken climbed off the couch. “Hey.”
“What?”
“Come here.”
Ken rounded the couch and leaned in. “Yeah?”
Trace pulled him in for a kiss. “Missed you. And yeah, I guess I love you assholes, too.”
Ken smiled. “Glad you do, because hate-fucking would get old after a while.”
“Aw, I’m getting emotional and you pick on me.”
Ken nipped his lower lip. “Because you are so much fun to pick on, buddy. And yeah, love you guys, too.”
* * * *
“Is this the mushy portion of our evening?” Steve asked. “Because if it is, fine. I love you assholes, too. Nobody else would probably put up with me.”
Arden giggled, and he looked down to see her smiling at him.
Kissing her was quickly becoming addicting to him. “Yeah, we’re gonna need bigger beds around here.”
But later, once they’d had pizza and were all yawning, after Steve carried her into Ken’s room, he kissed her and stepped back. “I’ll go sleep with Ken tonight so he’s not alone. Four in this bed means someone’s gonna roll out.”
“More for us,” Hal said, snuggling against her as Trace took the other side.
Except if the guys were as exhausted as Steve felt, he suspected it would only be sleep tonight, not fucking.
And even if there was fucking, he was good with that, too. Arden was theirs and not going anywhere. There was no score to be kept, no time with her to be tracked. Probably would be nights she chased them all out and locked her door, and nothing wrong with that, either.
Ken had followed them into his room to kiss everyone good-night before he and Steve retreated to Steve’s room. Curled up in his bed, with Ken in his arms, he asked it.
“How bad was it?”
“I was terrified until I realized how much she wanted this. Then it was easy because I didn’t have to pretend, and neither did she.”
He nuzzled Ken’s shaved head, loving the feel of it against his flesh. “That was a fucking expensive ring.”
“Worth every penny.”
“Didn’t say it wasn’t.”
Ken looked up and met his gaze. “Sorry.”
“Why?”
“I know you…” Ken sighed. “Sorry.”
Steve shrugged. “I knew you couldn’t marry me. I get it.” He smiled. “I’ll get Hal or Trace so horny they can’t see straight and propose to one of them. That’ll be fun.” His smile faded. “I know you love your family. The important thing is, none of us are going anywhere.” He laid his head back down and closed his eyes. “Love you.”
“Love you, too.” Ken sighed. “Might not get much sleep the next few weeks. Damn, once you fire her up, she does not quit.”
Steve snickered. “Hell, I’ll sleep when I’m dead.”
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