Meg should be all mine. She’s unique and rare, and I intend to keep her for myself.
Evan takes a seat in one of the tufted leather couches that adorn my space. He helps himself to some brandy that’s on the coffee table. The other guys join him, and so do I.
“We have to hash this out,” I say, not wanting to admit that my feelings for Meg are growing.
“I agree,” Paul says. “It’s been ages since I’ve been with her, and I can’t go on like this. We need to decide who gets to have her.”
Matt says, “I don’t think it’s that simple. I don’t think we can be the ones to decide. We have to leave it up to her. She obviously has feelings for all of us, and I, for one, don’t want to pressure her in any way.”
Ah, Matt, ever the voice of reason. Or maybe he’s still stuck on the scent of her sweet little pussy, and he doesn’t want to ruffle any feathers.
Either way, I envy him. I envy the fact that he spent the night with her, and I didn’t. It’s been too long since our little shopping trip, too long since I felt her velvety skin.
“I agree,” I say through gritted teeth. “She should feel no pressure whatsoever.”
“So, what about this,” Evan starts. “We can throw another party. It’s been a while since we’ve had one, and I think that kind of environment will set her at ease. It will let her relax. And it’ll be a fun thing for her to experience at the mansion. Maybe by that time, she’ll have made up her mind.”
None of us say anything.
“Besides,” he continues, “we’re known for throwing parties. We have to keep up appearances.”
Evan has a point, and I think it’s a great idea. Our father was always throwing the most extravagant parties, and I have no intention of abandoning his family legacy.
I need it, too. I need the space to breathe, and I need a distraction from Meg, my growing obsession.
“A party? That’s really a good idea, Evan. I think it might be the perfect solution for us,” I say.
“You guys really think it’s that simple, huh?” Matt chimes in. “Well, it’s not. I’m telling you, her feelings are deeper than all of that. I don’t think a party is just gonna make the problem go away.”
I pour myself a drink. “It may not solve everything, Matt, but it won’t hurt. Besides, it can help distract Meg. Planning a party might be fun for her to do. She can get dressed up and everything.”
Secretly, I’m still seething with jealousy over the fact that my brothers have bedded Meg. All except Evan, of course.
Fuck, I just want her to be mine. I just want to know when I can finally drag her to my bed and make the magic happen all over again.
Inwardly, I curse my luck of having handsome brothers. They’re family, all right—but the competition is stiff. I’m sick of fighting over every woman with them, especially this one.
“So, it’s settled then,” Paul says. “We’ll have a party. It won’t hurt anything, and it might help Meg to soften up and feel more part of the family. I want her to feel comfortable here.”
Evan looks pleased that his idea is a success. None of us are going to argue with him about throwing a party. It’s what we do best after all.
I’m all for the idea. The thought of having a diversion from my preoccupation with Meg is a luxury.
My brain and my heart are literally on fire for her at all times. I think of her constantly, and this desire in the pit of my stomach just won’t go away.
I need out. I need my old carefree life back, where feelings weren’t a part of the equation, and I wasn’t constantly lusting after just one woman.
I don’t know which one of us she’s going to choose, but I do know that the thought of living without her is becoming more and more of an impossibility.
I’m starting to think Meg is more than just some girl to me. I’m starting to think she’s more than just a fling.
I guess you can say I’m starting to develop an attachment to her—and it scares the living shit out of me.
Of course, I say nothing of this to my brothers. I can only hope that my feelings run deeper than theirs and that that makes Meg’s affections match my own.
I’m dying to know how she feels about me. I’m dying to settle this thing and to lock her down as my girl.
“So, it’s settled then,” Evan says. “We’re gonna host a party, in honor of Meg. What better housewarming present could we give her?”
I wonder what she’ll wear to the party. And it’s all I can do to maintain my hardening cock. Like I said, every time I think about, her my passion gets aroused.
I fight the temptation to ignore my brothers and to go back to the window so I can observe her tanning ritual.
Instead, I take my drink and offer up a cheer, “To Meg, and may the best man win.”
I down my drink quickly, which takes the edge off. “Shall we go and tell her the exciting news?” I prompt.
“That’s a great idea.” Matt’s being suddenly agreeable. “We can bring her the news together.”
With that, I find myself following my brothers down to the pool. As much as I despise the situation, I have to accept it. I’m starting to think I’ll accept anything as long as it means I can have Meg.
If she were mine, I’d undress her slowly and make love to her in the pool right now. Or in the hot tub. Or anywhere, really.
If she were mine, I wouldn’t let her out of my sight, and I’d make sure she was submissive to the only man worthy of her—me.
As it is, I resign myself to my fate and follow my brothers outside. This better end in my favor, or there’ll be hell to pay.
Chapter 28
Meg
The warm sunlight floods my skin, and it feels fucking good.
I slather on the suntan oil and stretch out my tanned legs, thinking about the glorious position I’m in.
It’s not every day I find myself in a mansion far removed from the city, with four hot men at my disposal.
I’m ready to take advantage of my situation and to quit ruminating over the past —and Simon.
I am so fucking ready to forget Simon. I can start a new life, maybe with a partner…or four.
As I sunbathe by the pool, like I’ve become accustomed to doing every day in the afternoon, I can do nothing but think about the four glorious guys who’ve entered my life.
When I set out for the mansion, under the guise of a maid, I certainly never dreamed this could happen. Now, I find myself living in a dream and not wanting to wreck it with the truth.
I can’t deny that my feelings are starting to grow for each man, but in very different ways. Their personalities are so disparate—and yet they’re equally enticing and equally commanding.
It’s a fine position I find myself in, and there’s only one thing wrecking my happiness: Simon.
He bothers me with texts every night, not wanting to call and blow my cover. It’s all I can do to fend him off.
I keep telling him I haven’t found the answer yet. I can sense his irritation, and I worry that one day, it’ll be too late. Simon might do something, like show up and sabotage my cover.
Being with men, real men, makes me realize what I’ve been missing with Simon. For so long, my sex life has been lacking. He’s such a lesser man compared to my four golden gods.
These brothers have made me understand the merits of being with someone so strong and in control. These guys know exactly what to do with their 12-inch cocks, making me squirm with anticipation just thinking about them.
I realize what I’ve been missing. I’ve had needs that were previously unfulfilled.
I’m finally getting my due, and I’m understanding what all the fuss is about. Sex can be amazing, tantalizing, and torturous…with the right person.
I know now what it is I want and require in a partner—and it’s very, very different from what I’ve known before.
The problem is, I desire them all equally. And knowing that they compete for women…I imagine them fighting amongst themselv
es over who will have me.
To be honest, it makes me feel good and wanted, to be the interest of so many guys. But at the same time, I know that I can’t let myself fall too hard—because all four of these guys are also players.
I’m not an idiot. I know their past. I’ve heard enough gossip about them on my first day here to last a lifetime.
I hate to think of any of them having an interest in somebody other than me. I want them to desire only me. I want to be the focal point of their attention forever.
This is all new territory for me. I see now that I never cared for Simon as much as I thought I did. I’ve never wanted to have sex day in and day out with him.
Now, I feel like my sex drive is constant and on overtime, and it’s just glorious.
To have that persistent, aching need is wonderful, and now that I’ve discovered it, I have no intention of going back.
I realize what I’ve been missing, and now I want to make up for lost time.
I put my sunglasses on and sip my virgin piña colada. It’s too early in the day, but the frozen drink cools down my unfettered heart.
Just as I’m starting to bask in the rays of the sun overhead, I suddenly find myself in the shadows of four hungry, hulking men with desire written all over their faces.
I take my sunglasses off and peer up at them. “Hi, guys. What’s shakin’?”
They look down on me, and from my perspective, it’s a very good view.
Matt says, “We have something to tell you, Meg.”
For a second, my heart skips a beat as I wonder if this is the moment I’ve been dreading.
Have they come here to tell me that my fun is over? Have they come to force me into a decision?
But then Ian says, “We’re planning a party.”
I breathe a sigh of relief. “A party? That sounds fantastic.”
I put my shades back on and relax in my lounge chair. A party sounds great. A party means I won’t have to make a decision just yet.
“It’s for you,” Paul says.
I look up at them. “For me? You can’t be serious. I don’t know what that means.”
Evan sits down on my lounge chair and starts to run his large hands over my legs. “We want to make you feel special. We want you to know how obsessed we are with you. And we want you to feel like a princess for a night.”
I look at him, charming as ever. Evan is the only guy I haven’t been with. I hope he’s about to change my luck.
I’ve done nothing but crave for him from the moment we met. And now, with his hands on my legs, I’m starting to feel wetter than ever.
“You mean, you guys think I deserve a party?” I ask timidly.
The idea had caught me off guard. I’ve never had a party thrown in my honor. Plus, I know the kind of parties they hold—and they’re very expensive and very different from what I’m used to.
I feel shy, knowing that they want to do this for me. I don’t know how to respond.
Ian sits down on the opposite side of my chair. He stares at me, and I realize that I hunger for him, too. I ache for him, deep down inside.
It’s been a while since Ian and I fucked, but I haven’t forgotten for a second the magical afternoon and evening we spent together. He was the first one to really spoil me, and I’ll never forget that.
“We want you to help us plan it. I think it would be fun to work together and to make the most memorable party happen here. We’ll invite everyone. It will be unforgettable,” he says, looking at me with eyes that are deep and full of passion.
“Really? Okay, that sounds like something I can get on board with. I happen to love planning a good party.” I grin.
“Why don’t we make it a masked ball?” Paul says, pulling up a chair.
“Yes! That would be so hot and sexy. I can totally see you in a good mask,” I say, my eyes lingering on Paul’s muscular body.
He’s the first one I slept with, and I feel like it’s been too long. I’m aching to have him between my legs.
But of course, I don’t say this. He and I have an electrifying connection, and I know we both feel it.
Even when it’s unspoken, we both know that it’s there, that it’s real. And most of all, it’s inescapable.
“So, think about it. We can get anything you want for the party. It’s yours. You can make of it what you will,” Matt says.
I look at him, my most recent fuck. Matt was worth the wait. Ever since that day he kissed me at the library, I’ve been burning for him.
And he definitely made it worth my while, taking me to the Ritz, planning such an amazing evening.
I remember him, the weight of his body dominating mine, and the feel of his oversized cock inside of me…he was definitely memorable.
As I look at him and take in the feeling of being surrounded by these four men—these men I’m starting to really care about—a feeling of nausea hits me.
I think about what I’ve done. I’ve betrayed them.
The memory of me taking a photo of their father’s will haunts me.
What the fuck am I doing? If I’m not careful, I could lose all this. This perfect world might shatter because of what I’ve done.
Somehow, someway, I’ve got to get Simon off my back. I need to protect these guys from him.
I decide, in this instant, that there’s no way I’ll send him the picture of the will. I’ll destroy it.
Simon has been bugging me more than ever. He has no idea of the wonderful time I’ve been having at the mansion. He has no idea that I’m staying as a guest, not as a maid.
And I have no intention of telling him.
I want him out of my life for good. I’m sick of him ruining these moments where I just want to be happy in the presence of my men.
He’s always lingering at the back of my mind, threatening to crush my newfound happiness.
I’ll have to tell Simon that there’s nothing to find. I’ll have to bow out of being his lapdog. I don’t want to do anything sinister—and in fact, I refuse to.
I push these thoughts from my mind and attempt to have a nice afternoon by the pool with the guys. It feels good to spend time with all of them together—maybe a little too good.
I wish it could be this way forever, that I could have this moment suspended in time.
They take off their shirts, and we all catch a few rays. It’s absolutely idyllic. I stretch my hands behind my head and fall asleep in the afternoon sunlight.
My life is perfect—and I intend to keep it that way, no matter what the cost.
Chapter 29
Evan
The sun sets behind a building, and I’m reminded that I’m in New York, there’s no light here when afternoon fades into evening. I can’t even see the setting sun.
I’m in the Big Apple, but I only have two things on my mind: the mansion and Meg.
I’ve been here for the past few days, wrapping up some business, and yet I can’t get her out of my mind. I’m obsessed…possessed, you could say.
She’s been eating away at me from the first moment that we met. I find that I can think of nothing else. There’s a connection between us, even when we’re not in the same town.
I know she feels it, too. What we have defies time and space.
But there’s something that’s eating away at me even more: the fact that I haven’t had Meg all to myself.
It makes me seethe with jealousy, knowing that she has been with my brothers. I know I have to change this soon.
I want to taste Meg’s pussy. I want to be inside her. And mostly, I want to hear her scream my name, to have her scratch her nails down my back, and to feel my cock inside her cunt.
I’ll have her begging for it when all’s said and done. I’ll have her on her knees, aching for a taste of me and only me.
I hate being away from her and from all the action at the mansion. I wonder what she’s doing every second of every day. I wonder if any of my brothers have made another play for her.
I have
a plan for tonight. I’m going to call her and see if she wants to join me for dinner in the city. From there, I can take her to my penthouse and make love to her properly, finally.
“Ashley,” I call my assistant over the intercom. “Can you please clear my schedule for the rest of the afternoon and for tonight? I have plans.”
“Sure thing, Mr. Reed. I’ll have everything taken care of. Have a nice night.”
“Thank you, Ashley. I’ll see you next week.”
I lean back into my oversized leather chair and think about what the fuck I’m doing.
Meg has been with each of my brothers, which makes jealousy roar throughout my body—and yet I don’t want her any less.
In fact, I want her more and more each day, and it’s starting to become a problem.
I know that, in some way, I’m going to have to settle this tonight. I need to experience Meg. I need to come inside of her, to finally let go of this tension thrumming inside my body.
I decide that I better start arranging things before one of my brothers swoops in and takes her away for the evening. I’m going to call her with the pretext of getting together to plan the party.
Of course, I’ve personally never planned a party before or taken any great interest in it. We leave that to the party planners.
But from what I hear, Meg has taken the arrangements to the next level, working actively with the party planners to execute her vision. If there’s an excuse to get close to Meg, I’ll take it, even if it means feigning interest in the making of another mansion party.
I call the mansion to see if Meg is there.
One of the housekeepers answers, “Hello? May help you?”
“This is Evan Reed. Please put Meg on the line.”
“Sure thing, Mr. Reed. Just give me one second, and I’ll transfer you to her room.”
I wait for her to answer, and finally, I hear that breathy voice on the phone.
“Evan? Is that you? What are you doing? I thought you were in the city.”
“Hi, babe,” I say, my tone getting darker by the second. “I am in the city. But the thing is, you’re not. I’d like you to come out here and join me for dinner. I can send the limo, and you can be here in two hours.”
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