Page 81 of Nicolette

We’d been on the road for roughly three hours, and the only reason I knew that was they made a deal that I would switch who I rode with every hour. Slowing, Polo took us down a dirt road to a small house that was painted bright yellow with orange shutters, making me smile. He parked in front of a small one-car garage and helped me off before shutting the bike off.

“Where are we?” I asked, looking around the place.

It was hilly with lots of trees, and the sun beat down overhead, making my shirt stick to my back.

“This is where our grandparents lived. We’d come here during the summers to get away from Dad when we were younger,” Marco answered. “They left it to us in their will, cutting our dad out of everything.”

“I think that’s part of the reason he hated us,” Polo commented, grabbing our duffle from the saddle bags. “Come on, wait until you see the backyard.”

The house itself was simple, full of cheerful colors and warmth that made me smile. There were two bedrooms, one master bedroom with a bathroom attached and a smaller room with a set of bunk beds. Marco caught my hand and led me out of the bedroom to the kitchen, where a large sliding patio door was. He unlocked, slid it open, then turned to face me, blocking the view.

“The guys promised us we could have this time with you since they were all assholes because of the whole mating thing. We wanted to bring you here because it’s important to us, but also because you needed a vacation after everything. This place is our paradise, no one else has been here, but we couldn’t think of a better person to share it with,” Marco explained.

Before I could say anything, he stepped out of the way, and my jaw dropped. Behind the house was a gorgeous lake that shimmered in the sunlight. The house sat on a hill and gently sloped down to a beach. There was even a platform anchored in the water to swim out to. I stood there stunned, taking it all in and understanding why they called it paradise.

“Want to go swimming?” Polo asked, taking my hand and tugging me down the steps of the deck.

“Wanna race?” Maro suggested wagging his brow at me.

“You’re on,” I said and shifted, tearing off across the grass toward the water.

The race was pretty neck and neck, but Marco had a burst of speed he’d been holding back for the end, getting him into the water first. So I tackled him as I leaped into the water, starting a wrestling match that I lost but still enjoyed. We all shifted back, stripped out of our soaking clothes, and swam out to the platform. There we acted like kids, something I’d never gotten to do growing up, and I didn’t think they would ever know how much that meant to me. Finally, we ran out of steam and laid out in the setting sun, staring up at the sky.

“This place is seriously magical,” I shared. “Thank you for bringing me here. I needed this more than I realized.”

Marco rolled onto his stomach so he could look me in the face easier. “While I’m glad you’re having an amazing time, this was also a selfish trip.”

“Oh?”

“We both decided this is where we wanted to make you our mate,” Polo informed me.

“Bro,” Marco scolded. “That is the least romantic way you could have ever said that, fuck man. This is supposed to be all steamy and shit like in the books.”

“It’s the truth, isn’t it?” Polo defended.

“Boys,” I cut in, knowing these two would only deteriorate from here. “It’s fine, and I appreciate the romance. However, I love that I always know where I stand with Polo because he is so frank about things. Then you come in and lay on the smooth moves buttering me up.”

“Oh, is that what I do?” Marco teased, leaning over me. “Butter you up?”

“Like a motherfucking biscuit,” I answered.

“Fuck I love you,” Marco whispered, running his nose along mine.

“I love you too,” I said, then turned and reached out to Polo. “Both of you, and I’m sorry you’ve both been forced to be last in all this, but you need to know I don’t view any of you as more or less important to me. All six of you are equal in my eyes. I love you all the same for your own reasons.”

Polo slid his hand into my damp hair as he leaned in to kiss me. He took control of that kiss, and I welcomed it. When he pulled me over on top of him, I didn’t question, and I knew I was more than wet enough to take him right away. Once he was fully seated in me, I moaned, loving the feeling of being full of his cock. He fucked me slowly at first, then flipped me over, and a wildness overtook him as he pounded into me. My moans became more frantic and pleading as I felt my first climax building, then I shattered in Polo’s arms.

“I love you so much, Nicolette. You mean the world to me,” Polo whispered before pulling out and letting Marco take his palace.

Marco had me sitting up in his lap, hugging me to him as he fucked me into another orgasm. I realized that neither of them had come, just me. Then I felt Polo nudging his way into my pussy with Marco still in there.

“Whoa there, buddy,” I hissed, pressing a hand to Polo’s thigh to stop him. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“This was one of the things we wanted to try from your books,” Polo explained. “We wanted you to relax, so we thought two orgasms would be enough. Do you need more?”

“I don’t even know how to respond to that.” I laughed. “What woman in her right mind would say no?”

“So you want Marco to fuck you again?” Polo asked in all seriousness.