I find myself drawn to the massive windows that frame the lake like a painting, suddenly overcome with a feeling of intense happiness.
"What are you thinking about?" Tristan asks, coming to stand beside me. His fingers brush mine, a touch so light it could be accidental if I didn't know better.
"How perfect today has been," I answer honestly. "How perfect all of this is."
The sun hangs lower in the sky now, casting golden light across the water and through the villa's rooms. The place is ridiculously beautiful—ancient stone walls contrasting with sleek modern furniture, vaulted ceilings with exposed beams, art so beautiful it’s hard to look away.
Julian appears behind me, his arms wrapping around my waist, his chin resting on the top of my head. "What's the verdict on naps? Yay or nay?"
I lean back against him, feeling the solid warmth of his chest. "Depends on what kind of 'nap' you're suggesting."
His laugh vibrates against my back. "The kind that doesn't involve much sleeping."
Tristan's eyes meet mine, darkening slightly at Julian's words.
"I'd be amenable to that," Tristan says, his formal phrasing at odds with the heat in his gaze.
Alex returns with an open bottle of wine and three glasses, immediately reading the room's changed energy. "Starting without me?" he asks, setting everything on a nearby table.
"Never," I reply. "Just discussing afternoon plans."
Alex's eyebrow raises. "And what did you decide?"
Instead of answering, I cross to him and stretch up on my toes to press my lips to his. He responds immediately, one hand cupping my face while the other tangles in my hair.
He breaks the kiss. "Bedroom," he says simply. "Now."
We follow him through the villa's corridor to the master suite, a space dominated by a huge king-size bed. Floor-to-ceiling windows offer the same stunning lake view, but thick curtains can be drawn for privacy. Not that we need them—the villa is isolated enough that no neighbors can see in.
Julian wastes no time, pulling his shirt over his head to reveal the sculpted torso that once graced sports magazine covers. Tristan is more methodical, carefully unbuttoning his shirt and laying it over a chair. Alex helps me out of my leggings and tunic, his fingers trailing down my sides as he pulls my top over my head.
"You're beautiful," he murmurs against my neck, his hands spanning my rib cage just below my breasts. "More beautiful every day."
We find our way to the bed, and I climb in, positioning myself in the center. Julian's mouth finds mine as Tristan's hands slide up my thighs. Alex watches for a moment, his eyes drinking in the sight of us together before he joins in.
Julian shifts onto his back and tugs me toward him. "Come here," he whispers. I straddle him, feeling his hardness press against me. My body responds instantly, a flush of heat spreading through me as I rock against him, seeking that perfect pressure.
"That's it," he encourages, his hands gripping my hips. "It’s all yours."
I grind down harder, the friction against my clit sending sparks of pleasure through my core. Julian watches me with hungry eyes, then pulls me forward until my breasts hover above his face. His mouth captures one sensitive nipple, and I gasp at the sensation.
"Oh god," I moan as his tongue circles the hardened peak. My hands brace against the headboard as I continue to move against him.
Alex appears beside us, completely naked now, his eyes never leaving my face as he watches Julian pleasure me. He grabs hold of his cock and starts stroking it slowly.
Tristan's hands slide up my back, his touch a contrast to Julian's more demanding grip. He presses a kiss to my shoulder.
"I need to feel you," Julian says against my breast, his hands urging me to lift up just enough for him to push his boxers down. His cock springs free, hard and ready.
I take him in my hand, his hardness hot against my palm. I use his cock to stroke my own wetness, sliding him through my folds with deliberate slowness. The head of his cock catches on my clit and I gasp, circling it there, using him to pleasure myself.
"Fuck, Camille," Julian groans, his head falling back against the pillows. "That feels incredible."
I continue my teasing, dragging his length up and down my slit, spending extra time circling my clit with his tip.
"Fuck, that’s hot," Alex murmurs from beside us, his own hand still working his cock as he watches.
I can't hold back the moan that escapes me as the pressure builds. My thighs begin to tremble with the effort of holding myself above Julian. I need more now. Need him inside me.
