by Mika Lane
“But we hope you like our offer,” Nat said.
“Yeah, baby,” Linc growled. “Are you in?”
Someone’s lips were on mine, kissing me deeply, before pulling back and letting me look at each of my guys, one at a time. I’d never felt so beautiful, desired, or hungry for touch. Actually, starving.
“I’m yours,” I said, looking from one to the other. “I’m all of yours.”
“Then lay back, beautiful girl,” Brose said. “We’re about to make you feel real good.”
Eight hands—I couldn’t be sure what belonged to which guy because I was freaking delirious and aching with lust—teased over my skin. My arms were pulled above my head, where they were held, and my legs were spread wide open as I heard movement and shuffling.
Shaking with anticipation, my body exploded in goosebumps. Brose moved aside to let Win kiss me while two other mouths licked and sucked their way across my breasts. I arched my back to give them more and saw Nat nibbling his way up my thigh toward my swollen, puffy pussy. I was lost in the heat of it all, but I also knew I’d finally been found.
A tongue—I think it was still Nat’s, dragged up through my creamy pussy, ass to clit and back again. I moaned through my kiss and the lips that were pressed to mine, when Nat moved aside for Linc, who took his place. His tongue danced around my clit as my nipples were pulled and sucked to perfection.
Four mouths, all belonging to men I knew I loved, worshipped me with their wicked ways, making me cry out in the mansion that would never be mine. Teeth pulled, fingers spread, and tongues invaded as I cried out, sizzling with explosive awareness of the men around me.
It was all unlike anything I’d ever experienced. Every inch of my body was being used for pleasure. The man between my legs, eagerly lapping at my clit, moaned as he pressed and swirled and pressed again. The climax I was helpless to resist caused me to whimper at the heat burning me. I was ready to explode.
“Come for us, baby,” Linc crooned. “Come on my face. I want to see you beg for mercy when I suck your clit so hard, you start to lose your mind.” He got back to work, his face buried between my legs while his hands wandered up my body, sliding over every inch they could reach.
“And then we’re gonna do this all over again,” Win whispered in my ear.
Someone clamped my nipples with their fingers, and a finger tickled my ass, when a white-light orgasm slammed through me. My screams included the names of my lovers while my body spasmed and shook. I’d never felt like that, not even close. Their touches kept at me, prolonging my orgasm, leaving me seeing spots and gasping for air. I whimpered as I came down, the hands that were violating me all slowing down in unison.
For heaven’s sake. Those bastards left me wanting more. Craving more. And needing more.
“I…I want…keep going,” I croaked.
“Don’t worry, baby,” Win murmured as I watched Nat move aside for him. He stood on his knees between my legs, hips thrust slightly forward. He spat into the palm of his giant, callused hand and began to stroke himself from root to tip, leaving his precum to drip onto the rug beneath us all. He reached behind himself, returning holding a condom he opened with lightning speed. I shuddered, watching him roll the rubber over his stiff cock. He applied more spit, and then poised at my opening, pushing my legs up over his shoulders.
“Can I fuck you, darlin’?” he asked. “Can I give you my big, hard cock?”
My head rocked back and forth on the soft rug. “Please. Please fuck me. I need you to fuck me,” I begged, knowing the release I was craving, that I would die for, would only come from a huge cock fucking the shit out of me.
“Yessss,” I groaned as he slipped the bulbous end of his cock just inside me. His size at first was agonizing, but as he went deeper, I relaxed and moaned for more. I turned my head and opened my mouth, needing someone’s cock to feed me, and in a second, salty precum filled my mouth as Win’s pistoning rocked me. Another pair of hands held my head, and when Win hoisted my legs higher on his shoulders, I felt one of his thick fingers violate my backside.
Without hesitation, his finger was inside me to the knuckle, doubling the sensation of the dick in my pussy. I released the cock in my mouth and screamed.
“Fuck…yeah…fuck me,” was all I could manage. The cock I’d pushed out of my mouth was above my head, a hand stroking it furiously.
“Yeah, yeah…yes…” I screamed, my head and hips bucking.
Win’s thrusts were deep and hard, as was the finger in my ass, leaving me wondering if I was about to lose my mind, and thinking I didn’t care if I did.
“You’re tight, darlin’,” Win murmured. And I began to come. Again.
Hard.
Ripples heaved through me as I was filled and stretched like I’d never been before. They were all marking me as their lover. One last thrust, and I tumbled into some place I’d never known, screaming and crying for more. One after the other, they roared as they came either inside or on me, covering and filling me with hot, sticky cum and leaving me weak and mumbling like a lunatic.
“I love you,” someone said, starting a chorus of additional “I love you’s” that repeated over and over until I couldn’t really see or hear any more. They were the last thing I heard from the guys who’d stolen my heart before I passed out, dead asleep.
Chapter 28
Ambrose “Brose”
Holy shit, it had been one hot night. I’d shared a girl before with my buddy Win, but never with two more dudes. Watching Garnet get the working over we gave her just about did me in as I jerked myself all over her creamy tits.
After Win fucked her into oblivion, we carried her upstairs and put her to bed under her fluffy down comforter. She hadn’t been kidding when she said she was fixing to move out, because all her junk sat in duffel bags at the end of her bed. Linc and I put all her stuff back in her dresser and closet to let her know how much we needed her to stay, and we decided Nat would spend the night in her bed while we each retired to our own, spent and blown away by an embarrassment of feeling and sensation.
How the hell did I fall in love with a woman I’d known for such a short period of time?
The next morning, Nat told me he was meeting with Cordy’s attorney, someone he’d done business with over the years. Since I didn’t have to be at the restaurant until later, he invited me to come along.
It was funny, but with my being a chef, I’d never been in an office like Nat’s. He was seriously working for the man, but hey, he was good at what he did, and they seemed to pay him well. Seemed a lot more civilized than the restaurant world, and the hours were way better.
“Brose, this is Rick Jones, the attorney representing Cordy’s estate. Also a friend of mine from our swimming club.”
We shook, with him looking over my tattoos, piercings, and shaved head. It was all good. I told him to come by my restaurant some time.
“So Nat, has Garnet made any progress discussing her financial situation with you?” he asked.
Holy shit. He didn’t know Nat was involved with Garnet. He probably didn’t know anything about the four of us. I certainly wasn’t going to say anything.
“I spoke with her fairly recently,” Nat said, nodding.
Uh, yeah…
“She told us—I mean me—” Nat stole a look in my direction, “—she might be inheriting some money, but that it didn’t look like it was going to work out. Something about needing to get married. She said she didn’t want to.”
Smooth. If Rick hadn’t been in the room, I’d be patting Nat on the back.
Old Rick didn’t look too happy.
“What?” he asked, his voice rising. “She needs to make that work. What do you mean?”
Nat shrugged innocently. “Not sure, Jonesy. She isn’t getting married.”
Rick jumped to his feet, pacing to one end of the conference room and back. I wasn’t sure, but I think he was mumbling to himself.
Nat looked at me and shrugged.
Jesus, what was up with this guy?
He turned back to Nat. “She has to find someone. Anyone will do,” he insisted.
“She has to do nothing of the sort. She’s walking away,” Nat said.
“Shit. This wasn’t supposed to happen.”
Nat frowned. “What wasn’t supposed to happen? Jonesy, what is going on?”
Rick ran his hand through his hair, becoming more distraught by the moment.
“Cordy…” Rick mumbled again. “Cordy told me she’d pick one of you…”
Oh, shit.
“Rick, what are you saying? What do you mean the one of us?” Nat stood, hands on hips. He didn’t look too happy.
Rick’s face turned white as a ghost, then bright pink. I had a feeling someone was in trouble.
He shook his head. “Nat, I’m sorry. I was carrying out the wishes of my client. I couldn’t tell you everything.”
“Well, it seems like the cat’s out of the bag now, so fill us in.”
Rick looked from Nat to me and back again. “It was no coincidence that you, Brose here, and Win met Garnet. Linc was a lucky coincidence. You are who Cordy chose. It was up to me to orchestrate the meetings. He thought surely she’d like at least one of you.”
He shook head sadly. “But I guess not.”
Holy. Fucking. Shit. What a situation. I’d known Cordy was a little eccentric, but not a mastermind, for Christ’s sake. How did he even conceive of an idea like that?
And it was all a set up?
But look at the results. I was in love. Three other guys were in love. And Garnet loved us all. Not such a bad outcome, if you asked me. But Rick didn’t need to know the details.
He grabbed his briefcase and headed for the door. “Thanks for the update. I’m sorry to know it didn’t work out for you or any of the guys. That’s a real shame.” And he was gone.
Nat and I looked at each other. “C’mon,” he said. “We need to talk to Garnet right now.”
* * *
Nat parked in front of the Drive By, and we ran inside. It was early yet, so we figured she wouldn’t be too busy. But even if she were, this was pretty goddamn important.
“Guys!” she said, her beautiful face brightening.
“Do you have a minute?” I asked her. She saw the serious looks on our faces and beckoned us to a corner booth where we could chat.
“Are you guys okay? You look a little pale. Anyway, I’m really glad you came by. I have some good news to share,” she said, bubbling over.
“Well, we have something important to share, too—” Nat said.
But she kept talking. “I’m getting married,” she said with a huge smile.
Uh. What? Something crashed in the pit of my stomach, and it did not feel good.
“I know, it’s crazy. But I’m gonna marry my best friend Matty, so I’m eligible for Cordy’s estate, and we’ll all be able to stay in the mansion!” She clapped her hands in glee. I was glad she was happy, but I was clearly missing something.
“Matty?” Nat said. “Who the hell is that?”
She threw her head back, laughing. “Matty is my oldest friend.”
Nat and I looked at each other, thoroughly confused.
“He’s GAY. He’s marrying me as a favor.”
Oh. Okay.
“He won’t be moving into the house or anything. The five of us will still be together.”
Suddenly, the news we had from Rick didn’t seem so important.
“We’re all gonna be together, and I will inherit the estate!”
Holy shit. Now that was news.
“Matty and I are going to City Hall this afternoon. I was about to call Mr. Jones just when you popped in. Perfect timing!” she said, glowing.
I didn’t know who would be happier—Mr. Jones, or me.
Chapter 29
Garnet
In the two months since I’d married Matty, inherited Cordy’s estate, and moved everyone including myself into the mansion permanently, life had been a complete whirlwind. And it didn’t seem like it was going to stop.
I was sad to leave behind my beloved Drive By Saloon, but life had gotten too busy to keep working. So I got Matty’s latest boyfriend a job there. My coworker Tom said he was doing great, bringing in all kinds of beautiful women, like gay guys are wont to do, which brought in more straight guys to spend money on beer and mediocre bar food. Something for everyone.
The guys and I still met there for drinks whenever we could, since that was pretty much where it all started. We even fixed a plaque to the bar that said “Bill Cordy Sat Here.” Good old Grandpa.
I was so proud of how the five of us were putting Cordy’s money to good use. We had to think he’d be proud, too.
First, we’d started a small charitable foundation to help fund the city’s soup kitchens. That was a real dream come true for me, to really, finally be able to do a little something about a problem that hurt my heart every time I saw it.
Linc’s gym had taken off, thanks in part to the publicity we got from our charity. He was working long hours and kept promising to hire someone to lessen his load. But I doubted he ever would. He loved the gym too much. Sometimes my hunky man even spent the night there on the very sofa where we…um, well, you know.
Brose was opening his own restaurant in the city, which was sure to be a smash success. He was working day and night, so I’d usually go over there to visit and get some of his great cooking. And, well…other things.
Nat had quit his job at the accounting firm to serve as CFO for both the restaurant and Linc’s gym. No more travel, no more worrying about becoming partner, and no more wearing suits. He still dressed like he walked out of a preppy Ralph Lauren ad though, with his polo shirts and down vests. What a cutie.
Win was working on renovating parts of the mansion that had gotten a bit old and tired, that Grandpa had never wanted to spend money on. It was going to be more stunning than ever, thanks to my love.
And yes, I was working on becoming a sommelier, and if I played my cards right, I’d be working side by side with Brose in his new place. In fact, I’d grown so passionate about wine that we’d bought a small vineyard in Napa Valley, about an hour north of San Francisco. It would be a few years until we bottled our own wine, but I planned on making it the most delicious in the San Francisco Bay Area.
But the best thing to come out of this crazy journey Grandpa had sent me on was ending up with four amazing guys, who themselves ended up being as close as brothers. It was so funny that Mr. Jones had arranged for me to meet three of them, and that we met in the different ways we had. He told me Cordy had made him swear he’d fix me up with each of the guys. He did his job pretty well, if you asked me. Linc was the delicious icing on the cake.
To celebrate our good fortune, and to sprinkle Cordy’s ashes in the Pacific Ocean as he’d wanted, I got everyone to agree to give me five days so I could surprise them with a trip somewhere warm and tropical.
* * *
“Hey, bitches!” Matty screamed as he boarded the small jet I’d chartered to take us to the Hawaiian island of Kauai. He wore a huge sun hat and sunglasses with rhinestones. His Louis Vuitton suitcase was so heavy he could barely lift it. Linc took it from him and put it in the luggage closet.
“Thanks, handsome,” Matty said to him, batting his eyelashes. I’d included him in the trip because, well, nothing would have been possible without his involvement. And the guys thought he was a hoot.
“You’re welcome, my man,” Linc said, smiling.
So of course Matty was invited. He loved the guys, and they loved him back. Well, not in the way that they loved me, but still.
“We’re just waiting for Win, and then we can take off,” I said.
The pilot and co-pilot emerged from the cockpit. “Have any of you flown private charter before?” the pilot asked.
“No, but we’re really excited,” I said. Nat and Brose, making themselves at home at the bar, nodded in agreement.
“I’m
excited, too,” Linc said, looking at me and licking his lips. When the pilots weren’t looking, I opened my legs just enough to let Linc see I was wearing no panties under my dress. After a couple discreet glances, he squirmed in his seat, a sure sign he was dealing with a growing erection.
“Sorry I’m late,” Win said breathlessly as he boarded. “Hey, darlin’.” He bent to kiss my cheek. The pilots looked from me to him, to the other guys. They had no freaking idea make of our happy little family and the flamboyant Matty.
The flight attendant pulled the plane’s door closed, and we buckled in for a five-hour flight.
Chapter 30
Garnet
Good lord, I’d heard Kauai was amazing, but there was no way words could ever do it justice. Gigantic palm trees fluttered in the warm breeze, the sandy beaches sparkled, and the air smelled like flowers. Paradise didn’t begin to describe it.
And I was in heaven, being here with my guys.
“This is off the hook,” Brose said as we arrived at the secluded beach house I’d rented.
I opened the door with the key the housekeeper had given me, and we all gasped.
The back wall of the house was all glass and overlooked an infinity pool, which overlooked the ocean.
“Oh. My. God.” My feet felt glued to the floor, that’s how blown away I was. That is, until I heard a small commotion behind me.
I turned just in time to see Nat removing his clothes—his boxers were the last thing to hit the tiled foyer—and he took off running for the pool. Butt naked.
“Sounds good to me!” Linc yelled, stripping and running after him.
The last two, Win and Brose, looked at each other and shrugged. Before I knew it, they were naked too, and running across the house like madmen.
I looked at Matty, who just shook his head. “I’m going for a walk on the beach. You straight people are just too weird.” He pulled his hat low on his face and left us.
