I laynaked on the bed, soft against the silken sheets. My arm and leg stretch over Alex’s body, my gaze wandering and registering every detail: his chiseled muscles, perfectly sculpted as though a grand Italian artist carved him out of marble, and God himself breathed life into his lungs. His eyes are closed, his chest rising slowly with every breath.
Behind me, Max sleeps soundly, his even breath tickling my ear. I turn my head to admire his noble profile, his smooth nose and beautifully drawn lips. I love the silvery specks in his short beard, and the way the corner of his mouth twitches when he dreams. At my feet, Vincent is splayedperpendicularly, gloriously massive and shimmering in the afterglow of our lovemaking, the taste of him lingering on the tip of my tongue.
I don’t know how I got so lucky.
“We’ve got trouble,” Max says.
“I thought you were asleep,” I reply, startled by his sudden speech.
“I was. But now, we’ve got trouble.”
“Why?”
He takes my hand and guides it to his cock. It’s hard and hot and throbbing, making me giggle with delight. “That’s why,” he mutters.
“It’s the kind of trouble I don’t mind getting into,” I say.
Alex stirs beside me and drops a kiss on my cheek. “You say that now, but what if we wear you out?”
“It’s nothing a good night’s sleep can’t fix,” I reply.
A harsh moan escapes my throat as Alex’s fingers explore the slick, sizzling core between my legs. I follow his movement and find Vincent looking up at me, licking his lips with hunger, eager to dive right in. My flesh is tender, but my soul is eager for more.
“I could stay here all day,” I whisper, Alex’s fingers already working their magic.
“Nothing is stopping you,” Alex says.
I kiss Max, then Alex, while Vincent gets up and lifts my knees. His cock is hard and swollen, eager to delve deep inside me once again. I stroke his brothers-in-arms with afirm grip. I love the power this gives me. It’s not just about me giving myself to them; it’s about them giving themselves to me. That’s why this works so well between us.
But the sound of the front door opening, followed by an echo of my brother’s voice as it thunders through the entire mansion, makes the four of us jump to our feet.
“RAINA! Where are you?”
My heart stops. The blood freezes in my veins. The only thing I can manage to do is pull the silk sheet off the bed and wrap myself in it.
“What the…” Alex’s voice trails off.
Max is already scrambling for his shorts.
Kaleb’s boots thunder throughout the lobby. We all hear the door to the office open with a loud creak. “Alex! Vincent! Max! Where the hell is Raina?”
“Oh, my God,” I whisper, my brain frozen and unable to process.
Vincent manages to slip into his jeans, but as he’s about to close the playroom door, if only to buy us some time, Kaleb storms in. As soon as he sees us, he understands, and time comes to a sudden halt.
The air particles remain still between us as Kaleb’s eyes widen. I see myself in them, wrapped in silk, my hair a mess. My knees weaken, but I manage to stay upright.
“Kaleb,” I mumble.
“Raina, I… You’re okay,” my brother gasps, a brief smile fluttering across his lips. “I got a note in my inbox with this address. It said you were in trouble. I came as fast as I could, but this…” He pauses and looks first at Alex, his mentor, his best friend. “Alex, what the fuck is this?”
Kaleb is in his mechanic’s overalls. They’re smudged with oil and silver paint. He was probably in the middle of a job at the shop when he got the email alert.
The look in his eyes breaks my heart: the anger, the shock, the disappointment.
“We can explain,” Alex says.
I doubt Kaleb is willing to listen to any of it. I doubt he can even hear us as his breathing intensifies, his chest rising and falling furiously. I don’t know how this happened, yet it happened.
