Shane clasps me tight against him when he’s fully sheathed inside me. “God, you feel so good,” he says. “I love your body so much.”
Warmth spreads through me at his words and I kiss him passionately as he begins to move. Shane is rock hard and the feel of him sliding between my folds is exquisite. His large hands run up and down my back as his mouth devours mine, joining us together in every way.
Sex is so easy and fluid in the water, our bodies finding a natural rhythm together, creating waves as we get closer to release. His thrusts are long and steady, hitting me deep as I cling to his shoulders. My legs tighten around him and I arch back into the water, letting it lap over my naked body, while he takes me higher and higher.
He holds my hips tight and picks up the pace, with the water flowing around us. Little moans escape me as he hits me in exactly the right angle, over and over, until I can’t help but come apart. My core clenches up around him and I hold onto his body as if I might get swept away if I let go. He growls again, surging inside me, before he loses control. His mouth slants across mine and he steals one last, possessive kiss as the orgasms rock through us together.
He pulls back and stares into my eyes. But before he releases me, he says, “Matt. Take her.”
Matt’s in the water a second later, and I feel his naked body at my back, his hands skimming along my skin. He lifts me away from Shane, and I’m too dazed from my receding orgasm to do anything except wrap my arms and legs around him now. As Shane’s length leaves me, Matt’s pushes inside, immediately filling me up again.
“Yes,” I moan, as I move from one lover to another.
“Told you he wanted to watch,” Matt says, into my ear.
Shane leaves his hands on my body while Matt begins thrusting up into me. Matt’s rougher and faster than Shane was tonight, probably from being so turned on while watching me screw his best friend. And to my surprise, Shane doesn’t leave. Instead he squeezes my ass and kisses my neck, which only makes the experience even better.
“Harder,” I tell Matt, as I dig my fingers into his back, feeling that friction building between us. It won’t be long before he brings me to my second orgasm at this pace.
“You heard her,” Shane says.
“If that’s what you want,” Matt says, as he thrusts deep into me.
“I want it all,” I say.
I turn my head back to capture Shane’s lips, and catch sight of Luke outside the pool. He’s opened his tuxedo pants and now grips his cock in his hand, giving it long, slow strokes while he observes us. I let out a little moan at the sight.
Matt grabs the edge of the pool, using it to get more leverage as he pounds into me and sends choppy waves across the water. Shane slides his hand between our bodies, finding my clit and rubbing me in exactly the right way to make me gasp. I throw my head back and let out a loud cry as the orgasm claims me, rocking through my entire body. As the pleasure ripples throughout me, Matt thrust deep and fills me with his warm release.
His forehead presses against mine, while Shane wraps his arms around us both. For a moment the three of us simply hold each other, breathing in and out as one.
My body is so limp now from all the orgasms, but I’m not finished yet.
“Take me to your brother,” I tell Matt, once I can speak.
Matt and Shane gently pick me up and lift me out of the water, carrying me to Luke’s arms like I’m a precious gift. Luke seats me on his lap, making me straddle him, and enters me easily. I cling to his broad shoulders and pull his mouth to mine, his tuxedo brushing up against my breasts.
“I want to see you come again with me inside you,” Luke says, as he begins thrusting up into me, his large hands circling my waist.
“I don’t know if I can,” I say, although I’m already feeling that nerve-tingling rush building up again.
“Sure you can,” Matt says. His talented fingers stroke my thighs and slide between my legs, quickly making me see stars. At the same time, Shane’s hands begin roaming across my breasts, working their magic on my already-sensitive nipples.
All three of them are touching me now, their six hands demanding more from my body than I can handle. But there’s no stopping this now, and I don’t want to stop either. All I can do is let my desires take over and succumb to the pleasure as I ride Luke and lean into Matt and Shane’s strokes. When they each begin kissing my neck, my back, and my lips, I’m totally lost. I fall apart completely, surrendering to the delicious release, dragging Luke with me into a toe-curling orgasm.
I kiss Luke softly as the last throes of pleasure grip us, then turn to kiss Shane and Matt too. I stroke their faces tenderly, amazed they were willing to share this moment with me tonight. They hold me tight, surrounding me with their love, like none of them ever wants to let go.
We pull apart reluctantly, then slip into the pool and float together with content smiles on our faces. Whatever happens between us now, I’ll never forget this experience and how they made me feel—like I was the most special woman in the world.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
ALLIE
After another long, grueling day at work teaching high school kids about The Scarlet Letter and The Great Gatsby, I want nothing more than to drop my bags on my bed, head to the beach, and drown myself in a good romance novel. Or maybe act one out, if one of the guys is around. Or all three of them.
But when I step inside the house I can tell something is wrong.
Luke, Matt, and Shane stand around the kitchen island and there’s a tense feeling surrounding all of them. They glare at each other, arms crossed, shoulders stiff. Like I walked in on the tail end of a fight.
“What’s going on?” I ask as I set down my bag.
“Here,” Shane says, picking up a magazine and handing it to me. “See for yourself.”
It’s a tabloid and it has a picture of me and Luke on the cover, taken at the premiere. They got a very unflattering picture of me in which my green dress has turned me from a sex goddess to a lumpy sausage. My face is also all red and splotchy. Beside us, the headline says, Luke Hart’s Rebound Woman—Has He Finally Moved On?
“Oh god, is that how I looked that night?” I ask, covering my mouth.
“No, not even close,” Matt says.
“You were gorgeous,” Luke adds. “They Photoshop it to make us both look worse.”
“I don’t know, you still look pretty good.” Then again, it would be impossible to make Luke look bad in a tuxedo.
I flip open the article and there are better pictures of me inside, including one from my work ID photo. Creepy—how did they get that? They know way too much about me, but a lot of what they say is either untrue or pure speculation.
“Well, it could be a lot worse,” I say, as I close it up.
“It’s all over the internet too,” Shane says, his voice sharp. “Now the entire world thinks you’re Luke’s girlfriend.”
I glance between them as worry begins to eat away at me, along with everything my sister said. “Is that bad? Am I not his girlfriend?”
“You are,” Matt says. “But you’re our girlfriend as well.”
Shane scowls. “Except now the press knows you’re with Luke, so if you’re seen with any of us, it’ll be a disaster.”
“Exactly,” Luke says. “We can’t let it be known that we’re all dating you. It’ll kill our careers.”
Matt glares at his brother. “Maybe you should have thought about that before you paraded her around at your movie premiere.”
“You’re right,” I say. “We can’t let anyone find out about this. So what do we do?”
“There’s only one option,” Luke says. “You act as my girlfriend for the press and hide your relationship with the other guys.”
“That’s bullshit,” Shane growls. “Besides, everyone on the set of Talon knows she is dating me.”
“Yeah, why do you get to claim her?” Matt asks, standing up a little taller as he faces his brother.
“You hav
e another solution?” Luke asks.
Matt rubs his stubbled jaw as he considers. “What if we each date her and are vague about it with the press? They can speculate as much as they want and we’ll deal with the fallout later, if there is any.”
The other guys are silent as they consider his words. Luke’s brow is furrowed in thought, probably worried about his reputation. He just recovered it after his messy divorce with Lana and is on the rise again, but this could kill his momentum. Shane crosses his arms and stares at the countertops, likely worried about his show getting cancelled. Matt must be concerned about his new movie role too, since his career is finally getting back on track.
“All right,” Shane says. “We’ll keep our private life as private as we can. If the press asks, we’ll be vague. They’ll say whatever they want anyway.”
“Will that work?” I ask, biting my lip.
“For a while, at least,” Luke says. “And if they do find out, we’ll deal with it together.”
Anxiety makes my stomach churn. “How?”
Luke bows his head. “I don’t know.”
“Hey, we’ll get through this,” Matt says, wrapping an arm around my shoulder. “I promise.”
But I’m not so easily reassured. “Aren’t you worried what will happen if people find out about us? Not just the media, but our families? Coworkers? Friends?” I shake my head. “Once the news is out, things will never be the same. It could tear us apart and ruin all of our careers.”
“I worry about that too,” Shane says, as he takes my hand. “I’m sure we all do. But we’re not going to let those concerns stop us from living our lives the way we want.”
“Besides, this is Los Angeles,” Matt says with a wink. “Anything goes here, right?”
“Maybe…” I say, but I can’t summon much enthusiasm.
The guys share a look, then lead me over to the white couch in the living room and sit down on it. Shane is in the middle, and he pulls me onto his lap, with Luke and Matt on either side of me. All three guys wrap their muscular arms around me, holding me close and enveloping me in their warmth and strength.
“It’s going to be okay,” Luke says, pressing a kiss to my hair.
Shane runs a comforting hand up and down my back. “We’ll figure it out.”
“And whatever happens, we’ll deal with it together,” Matt says.
I relax against their hard chests, letting their words soothe me. It’s not a perfect plan and we all know things will go sideways at some point, but there’s not much we can do about it but wait and see. And if it does fall apart and prove to be a temporary romance, I don’t want to waste a single second more of it being worried or unhappy.
I extricate myself from the guys and jump to my feet, planting a smile on my face. “Okay, enough of that. How about I make us all some popcorn and we go watch a movie?”
“I like the sound of that,” Matt says. “Except I’m picking the movie.”
Shane rises to his feet. “I’ll get us some wine.”
Luke kisses my cheek. “Great idea.”
We get our wine and snacks and head into the home theater, where Matt puts on an old 80’s comedy. The guys all snuggle up around me on the leather sofa while the movie starts. When we’re all settled in together, laughing and cuddling and eating popcorn, my heart feels full again. Maybe this won’t last, but for now this thing we have together is perfect.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
ALLIE
A month passes and the media forgets about me and Luke as they move on to speculating about someone else. All four of us become super busy with work, but we manage to sneak in some time together—both one-on-one and as a group—whenever we can. I’m starting to think maybe this strange relationship we have will actually work out after all.
Then I show up at school and spot a herd of paparazzi waiting outside of it. As I park my car—which still has the warning lights on it, and yes I should have gotten it checked, but I was busy, okay?—they swarm to the fence and snap photos of me, calling out all sorts of questions that I can’t make out. But I have a feeling I already know what they’re asking about.
I quickly run inside the high school and hope they’ll go away if I ignore them. Fat chance, but what else can I do?
I’m nearly to my classroom and only a minute or two late, when I see the principal standing outside the door, his face grim. Oh shit.
“Ms. Chambers, a word please?” he asks.
I swallow the lump in my throat and nod. “Of course, Principal Moore.”
He leads me down the now-empty corridors while class starts behind all the doors we pass. My red kitten-toe heels click loudly on the dirty floor underneath us, and I self-consciously yank down my charcoal gray skirt. The entire way to his office I itch to pull out my phone and Google myself or the guys to find out what is going on, but I restrain myself somehow.
Once inside, he gestures for me to sit across from him, as he moves behind his desk. “I’m sure you know what this is about,” he says, as he folds his hands on the table.
“Not really, no,” I say with a hitch in my voice.
He arches an eyebrow. “It’s all over the internet. Photos of you with three actors by a pool, engaging in some sort of…sexual act. With all of them.”
“What?” I grab my phone and look it up, and there it is: a picture of me completely naked in the arms of all three guys on the night of Luke’s movie premiere. There is no doubt that I’m enjoying attention from all three of them in some way.
Oh my god. This is so much worse than I imagined. “That’s not—I mean—I can explain,” I sputter.
“I doubt it.” He sniffs. “As you know, this is a private school that caters to some of the wealthiest and most powerful people in the city. We have a certain image we must maintain and your lifestyle does not align with that image. We’re going to have to let you go.”
The world falls out from under my feet, even though I’m sitting down. “No! You can’t do that. Please, I love this job and I’ve worked here for three years! I’m sure there’s something I can do. Maybe I can make a statement or—”
He shakes his head stiffly. “I’ve already had parents complaining to me about the photos. They don’t want you teaching their children and I can’t say I blame them.”
He makes me feel like some kind of depraved, sex-crazy woman. Like I’m in The Scarlet Letter with an A on my chest. Except I didn’t cheat. Everything we did was consensual and loving. “My private life isn’t your business and has nothing to do with my teaching abilities. You have no right to judge me or fire me for this.”
“Unfortunately, I do. Now do I need to call security, or will you get your things and vacate the premises easily?”
I drop my head, completely defeated. “I’ll go.”
I pack up my things with tears in my eyes, silently saying goodbye to my classroom and my teaching career, then avoid the paparazzi outside and somehow manage to get home. By the time I walk into the house, water is streaming down my face. What am I supposed to do now? I loved that job and I really needed the money. Not to mention, now everyone knows about me and the guys.
Even worse, they aren’t home. I wonder if they’re facing the backlash of this right now too. Matt might be getting fired from his new role. Shane’s TV show might be in the process of getting cancelled. Luke might never get another big movie ever again. And me? I have no idea what I’ll do with my life now. No one is going to hire me as a teacher again, not anymore. Not when I’m “Hollywood’s Slut,” as the tabloids have dubbed me.
I pull out my phone again and see messages from dozens of people and that knot in my stomach only gets tighter. Parker. My sister. My parents. Oh god, my parents. I can’t talk to them right now. I nearly throw my phone across the room, but then it rings. Brooke.
“Are you okay?” she asks, when I pick up the phone.
I let out a choked sob. “No. I just got fired.”
“Oh, Allie. I’m so sorry.”
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sp; “Everything is falling apart.” I glance around the kitchen, remembering the guys fighting when the media got a picture of me and Luke. I can only imagine how much worse it will be now. Their careers are going to be ruined. Their friendships will fall apart. I can’t let their lives be destroyed because of me. I love them too much to let that happen.
“What are you going to do?” Brooke asks.
“I don’t know.” My head spins. I can’t be here any longer. “I can’t do this anymore, Brooke.”
“I understand. If there’s anything I can do to help let me know.”
I draw in a sharp breath. “I need to move out. Right now.”
“Of course. Come stay with me. Whatever you need.”
“Thanks. I’ll be over soon.”
“Okay. But…are you sure you want to do this?”
“No, but I think I have to.”
After I hang up, I take a moment to write up a note for the guys and then head downstairs to pack my things. My chest aches, my eyes won’t stop crying, but I know one thing for certain: I have to get out of here fast before I make anything worse.
Chapter Thirty-Nine
MATT
I arrive home at the same time as the other guys, in a parade of expensive cars with pissed-off drivers. We converge in the kitchen and immediately grab some beers from the fridge. It’s only ten in the morning but fuck it, this is an emergency.
“I’m assuming you’ve all heard then,” Shane says, as he glances at our grim faces.
I lean against the counter. “Unfortunately. I was in the middle of a script read-through with my new director and had to put it all on hold. I’m not sure I’ll even have a part in this movie after today.”
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