Eventually, we stopped. I heard Liam open his car door and get out, and I caught a whiff of air that was instantly recognizable. Then I heard my car door open and smelled it again.
The salty, tangy sea air. We were by the ocean.
Liam took my hand in his and helped pull me up to standing. After I got my balance, which was harder than I’d expected, he started to lead me.
I wanted to ask where we were going, but being at the ocean, I figured it was most likely one of two things. It could be his beach house again, or it could be the yacht.
When I felt us walk onto a dock, the wooden boards creaking slightly, I knew that it was the yacht.
Suddenly, all of this felt a lot less sexy and a lot more like a kidnapping.
Okay, so maybe I’d seen one too many horror films where the villain lures the girl in and gains her trust and then gets her somewhere she can’t easily escape—like, say, a yacht in the middle of the ocean.
I knew that Liam wasn’t going to kill me—for one thing, there were plenty of ways he could destroy my life without landing himself in prison for twenty-five or more years. But there was that comment he had made earlier about me finding out the truth…and the fact that Liam and Jason had both been able to track down to my house. And Jason’s suspicions that I wasn’t who I said I was, his questions to me during our sex play.
Could Liam know the truth? Was that why he was bringing me out here? So that he could confront me?
Even if this wasn’t about that, I had to tell him. I had to let him know who I really was. Not Gabi, but Gabrielle, a reporter.
“Liam?”
“Yeah? Oh, watch your step here.” He switched to stand behind me and put his hands on my hips, guiding me up a series of steps.
“I have to be honest with you, okay? And I’m sorry, and you’re going to be angry, and I’ll totally deserve it.”
Now that I’d started talking I couldn’t seem to stop, the words pouring out of me.
“I’m not a model. My name isn’t Gabi—I mean, my name is Gabrielle, but nobody ever calls me Gabi. Until now, I mean. And the truth is I’m a reporter. I heard about the parties from Kelsie, the chef? She’s my roommate, and I mean you know that, but anyway I totally got the story out of her; she was trying hard to keep the secret, but I wouldn’t let up.
“I needed a really good story and so I jumped at the chance to write an exposé about all of this. I convinced Kelsie to help sneak me onto the boat. But then… Then I got to know you and the others and I realized that printing a story about this would only hurt everybody and it wouldn’t help my career and that I was becoming someone I didn’t want to become and…”
I paused, hearing an odd sound. It was laughter, but not just from Liam. I was hearing multiple people laughing.
The blindfold was untied and pulled away, and I gaped at the scene in front of me.
Jason, Cole, and Cameron were all seated on the deck on the couches. On the low table were a few finger foods and desserts that I enjoyed. I stared. “What the…? How did you…?”
“Kelsie told me your favorite foods,” Liam said, walking around to stand in front of me. “I told her I was planning on doing something for your birthday, although I might not have told her the full story of what I—or we—had planned.”
That little minx, I thought. Kelsie hadn’t let on at all that she knew Liam was going to surprise me.
“Sorry,” I said, “Not that I don’t appreciate all of this,” I gestured at the four gorgeous men in front of me. “But what’s going on? And what’s so funny?”
“What’s funny is that we knew from the start that you weren’t who you said you were,” Jason said. He grinned up at me. “Or, rather, Liam knew and I figured it out pretty quickly. You had the twins fooled.”
“Not our proudest moment,” Cody admitted, but he winked at me to show there were no hard feelings.
“I knew from the moment we met that you were lying,” Liam said. “Aside from the fact that you seemed way too nervous, Walter is the name of my dog. He’s a German Shepherd. He’s with my mom right now—she likes to babysit him now and again—hence why you didn’t see him at my place.”
Oh Lord. I’d been made from practically the moment I stepped onto the boat that first night. “Why pretend to believe me?” I asked.
Liam snorted, as if the answer were obvious. “You were gorgeous.”
“Trust us, sleeping with you was no hardship,” Jason assured me.
“I did some research and quickly discovered who you really were,” Liam explained. “Which is why Jason went over to see if you would admit anything.”
“I was very impressed that you didn’t,” Jason added.
“So, wait,” I said, confused, “You guys aren’t angry?”
“We knew you weren’t going to publish the story, love, come off it,” Cameron said. “If you were, you’d have had it hot off the presses after that first night.”
“And I don’t think you would have slept with us, either,” Cody added. “That just muddies the waters, doesn’t it?”
I laughed, feeling embarrassed and giddy. “I was absolutely horrible at lying, wasn’t I?” I asked.
All four men nodded solemnly. “It’s a good thing you’re a writer and not an actress,” Jason teased.
All five of us laughed, the tension dissipating. I was so grateful that I’d been forgiven. None of them seemed to think it a big deal, and for that I was glad. There was still the matter of quitting my job and figuring out what else I was going to do with my life, but at least in this, everything had been settled.
Then I remembered…
“Hold on.” I gestured at Liam. “You said you brought me here for a surprise. Was this the surprise? The big reveal that you knew who I was from the start?”
“Not exactly.” Liam glanced over at the other three and all four men shared a conspiratorial look. “Your birthday present is, well, us.”
It took me a second to figure it out. Then my jaw dropped open. “All four of you?”
Jason shrugged. “What can we say? We enjoy your company, and we’re greedy, entitled billionaires.” He stood up and walked over to me, settling his hands on my hips. When he next spoke, his voice dropped down in tone and volume. “And I do believe you need to be punished just a little, don’t you think, Miss Gabi?”
I swallowed hard, trying to hide the little squeak that slipped out as heat slid through my body to settle low in my stomach. All four of them were looking at me with unabashed lust in their eyes. I had four gorgeous men here, just for me.
“If that’s all right with you, of course,” Liam added.
As if there was any question.
I nodded. “It’s more than all right.”
Chapter 18
Gabrielle
“I say we start with Jason,” Liam said, settling back onto one of the couches. He grinned at me. “Gotta say I agree with him, you could use a little punishment, wouldn’t you say?”
My breath caught in my throat as Jason’s grip on my hips tightened and he spun me around, pressing my back against his chest. “Why don’t we put on a little show, hmm?”
I’d never thought of myself as an exhibitionist before, but with those three men looking at me, staring openly, I found myself getting even wetter. The idea of Jason taking me apart while they watched made my pulse race.
Jason slid his hand down my body to thumb open my jeans, then slowly dragged down my zipper. His hand ducked into my pants, feeling along the line of my underwear. “So wet already,” he noted. “Look at this greedy little thing.”
I whimpered, incredibly turned on by Jason’s words and the way the others were watching me. I felt exposed and vulnerable in the best way.
“Take off your shirt,” Jason ordered, his voice slipping into that gorgeously commanding tone that I’d lapped up so eagerly before.
“Yes, sir,” I said, unsure if I should start using that term again. From the way the men all reacted, their eyes going dar
k and Cameron even going so far as to press the heel of his hand against his growing erection, I knew it was the right thing to say.
I took off my shirt, Jason’s hands immediately skimming over the skin of my bare stomach, his fingertips tracing the bottom of my bra. I let my head fall back against his shoulder and moaned, putting on a little bit of a show. I could feel him grinning against my temple.
“Do you think you’ve been good, Miss Gabi?” Jason asked. He undid my bra, leaving me exposed and shivering from the waist up.
When I didn’t answer right away, Jason lightly pinched one of my nipples. I gasped, arching into the touch. “No, sir.”
“And in what way have you not been good?” Jason asked. His hand was back between my legs, this time just a finger trailing along the inner seam of my jeans, teasing me.
“I lied to you,” I admitted.
Jason hummed his acceptance of that answer and then he was sliding my pants and underwear down in one go, helping me to step out of them and my shoes.
I was now naked, pinned back against him. I could see the other men looking at me, all three of them riveted. It made me all but melt with arousal—the idea that I had this much power over them, that I could turn them on like this, but that I was simultaneously completely at their mercy.
“Do you think that you should be allowed to come, then?” Jason asked. He lightly traced the skin just below my navel, teasing still.
I could feel wetness beginning to slide down my inner thighs. I was so turned on by his words and the watchful eyes of the others. I wanted to fall to my knees and beg to be fucked, but I knew it wasn’t time for that just yet.
“Or,” Jason added, “Should I punish you a little first, for lying like that?”
My breath caught in my throat. “Punish me,” I whispered. “Sir. I deserve to be punished.”
Jason chuckled, and then he spun me around, a thigh sliding between my legs. I yelped as he pushed upward, forcing me to stand on my tiptoes. Jason guided my arms to wrap around his neck, and he kept me anchored to his chest, his free hand slid over the curve of my ass.
I realized what he had planned just before it happened, and I inhaled sharply in anticipation.
Smack. He spanked my ass, driving me down onto his thigh, where my hips ground instinctively against the hard muscle.
I cried out. The sting and the pressure on my clit felt so good. He did it again, and I cried out once more, shaking, helpless. I was on my toes; I couldn’t get any leverage to properly thrust. I could just make helpless, tiny jerking movements with my hips, rocking frantically as my need to come grew greater and greater.
He spanked me again and again, until I was crying out nonsense, begging, “Please, please, please.”
“See if she can come like this,” I heard Cameron say hoarsely.
I moaned desperately. I wanted to come so badly, but I didn’t know if I could, just like this.
“I don’t know,” Jason mused. He spanked me again and I shrieked, rocking desperately against his leg. Oh yes, yes, yes, I was so close, so very close, but I didn’t think it was enough. “Can you come like this, Miss Gabi?”
“No, sir,” I choked out. “No, sir, I can’t, please!”
“Do you think you’ve earned it yet?” Jason asked. He lowered his leg and turned me around again, then inserted his leg between mine once more. Slowly, he started to raise his leg up, resting it on the edge of the low table. As he did so it forced one of my legs up, essentially spreading me open, exposing me even more to his touch and to the gaze of the men.
“I don’t know, sir,” I confessed. “If you think I have, sir.”
“What a perfect answer,” Jason replied. He gave me a pleased smile and then finally, finally his fingers were at my clit, stroking me.
I melted into the touch, my hips starting to thrust, but then Jason’s fingers on his other hand dug into my hip. “Ah-ah. I didn’t say that you could come yet.”
“Please!” I sobbed. How could he touch me like this and not expect me to come?
“Not until I say,” Jason admonished.
He started moving his fingers again and I started to make desperate noises, half gasp and half scream, my hips squirming both into his touch and away from it. I wanted to come so badly I could taste it, but not yet. Not yet, I hadn’t been told that I could.
“You love this,” Jason noted. “You love being watched like this, strung out, desperate for it. You like being dominated. You’d let us do whatever we wanted to you, wouldn’t you?”
I moaned my assent. “Yes, yes, yes, sir.”
“You’d do whatever we said, wouldn’t you? So wanton, so desperate for it. Such a good little submissive for me, letting me fuck you like this. You’ll do whatever it takes to come right now, wouldn’t you?”
The dirty talk was turning me on even more. I could feel myself starting to lose the battle, my orgasm approaching whether I wanted it to or not. I kept begging, all but screaming out for Jason to please, have mercy, let me come.
Finally, Jason leaned in and whispered in my ear. “You’ve been very good, Miss Gabi. You can come now.”
I cried out, my knees giving out as my orgasm tore through me. But Jason wasn’t done with me yet. He folded me in half so that I had to brace myself on the table, Jason a heavy weight draped over my back. He was still fucking me with his fingers, now sliding one inside of me while his thumb still worked my clit.
“Look at them,” he ordered, hot in my ear. “Look at how much they want you. They want to fuck you so badly and you’ll let them, won’t you?”
I whimpered, helpless, caught up in the stares of the other three men. Liam looked utterly wrecked, his tie off and his shirt partially unbuttoned, his eyes wild as he stared at me. Cody was lightly touching himself through his pants, and Cameron had his hands fisted in the fabric of his pants, looking like he was desperately trying not to just take himself in hand.
My orgasm was still lingering, but I could feel another one building on the heels of the first, and my hips started to thrust down into Jason’s hand. He added another finger, then another, then whispered, “That’s it. Fuck yourself on my hand. Show us how eager you are for it.”
I did as he ordered, my hips thrusting down onto his fingers, desperately working myself through to my next orgasm.
I almost keeled over as it hit me, a seemingly endless moan tearing itself from my throat. Thankfully, Jason hauled me up and kept me from face-planting onto the table. “I think you’ve earned our forgiveness,” he said cheekily.
I turned in his arms and let him kiss me, his hands dragging over my body. I could feel the bulge in his pants and palmed it, rubbing him through the fabric of his slacks. Jason undid his belt and then took my arms, pulling them behind my back.
“This okay?” he asked.
I nodded, and then Jason wrapped the belt around my wrists and pulled it taut. I trembled, again loving the feeling of being tied up a little. Sensing what Jason wanted, I sank down to my knees, looking up at him expectantly.
Jason groaned, his hand sliding into my hair. “Perfect. Good girl.” I saw him look over at Liam and wink. “She likes praise. Remember that.”
Deciding to avoid thinking about why Jason would be giving Liam that kind of advice, I mouthed at the outline of Jason’s cock through his pants, making him groan again.
He pulled himself out of his pants and I immediately began to lick and suck at him, admittedly putting on a little bit of a show. Jason’s hand tightened in my hair at the teasing and I took pity on him, swallowing him down. It wouldn’t take long for him to come, especially when I stopped playing around. I took him as deep as I could get, working the muscles of my throat, giving him no choice but to groan and stutter his hips and come.
I swallowed as best I could, although some slid down my chin. I looked up and gave Jason a wink of my own, and he grinned down at me.
“Sassy,” he said, teasing, and helped me stand up again. He undid the belt and grabbed me a napk
in to wipe my face. Before I could do anything else, I felt a set of broad hands take me by the waist from behind.
“Cameron,” I guessed, craning my head to look over my shoulder.
He laughed. “Well done!”
“How’d she manage that?” Liam complained. “I still have a hard time telling you apart.”
I playfully stuck my tongue out at Liam and then focused my attention back on Cameron. Cody came up as well, trailing a finger down my front. I grabbed his hand, bringing it up to my mouth so I could suck on his finger, swirling my tongue around it. Cody groaned, sliding his hand out and stepping in so that I was completely flush up against him and his twin.
Cameron kissed his way down my neck, his hands sliding down my body to my legs, spreading them. Cody put a hand on my back, slowly bending me over. I smiled to myself, knowing what was coming—a version of the position we’d done in the shower, one that could last longer because I wasn’t dying after four orgasms.
I was still relaxed and wet from all the attention Jason had given me, and Cameron slid inside of me easily. I pushed back up against him, reaching out to grab Cody’s hips—both to bring him in closer and to prop myself up.
Cody already had his pants undone from when he’d been touching himself, and it was easy for me to swallow him down. I closed my eyes, relishing the feeling of being filled and overwhelmed. It was too much for every day, but for a special occasion like this one, well…it was perfect.
Both boys started out with shallow thrusts, moving carefully, letting me set the pace as I found a rhythm between my mouth and my hips. It helped that I could use some variety with Cody, pulling back to lap at the head or lick up his shaft, then swallow him down again, deep-throating or bobbing my head in shallower movements while I swallowed around him to add constriction.
Cameron lost his patience first, bending over me so that his chest was plastered to my back. His thrusts became harder, deeper, and I cried out around Cody’s cock, shuddering as the slight change in angle and the harder thrusts started to send spasms of pleasure through my limbs. I wasn’t able to thrust against him anymore, and I tightened my hold on Cody’s hips, humming around him while I guided his hips to start thrusting into my mouth.
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