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Maggie

I t didn't take the guys long to decide who was going first for their massage, but instead of leaving us alone in the massage room, Reece and Owen take a seat on the mat against the wall while Zander strips out of his clothes, leaving me with a perfect view of his gigantic cock. I try not to let my jaw drop, but damn, he wasn't kidding when he said he needed the magnum-size condom.

"See anything you like?" Zander wiggles his eyebrows with a smirk.

My cheeks heat with the realization that I've been caught staring at his finely sculpted body with an equally beautiful rock-hard cock. "Um, I need you to get on the massage table," I say, ignoring his comment.

"Faceup or facedown?" He gives me another smirk.

"Facedown." I quickly say, lifting the top sheet off the table for him to settle in for his massage, but mainly to cover up his glorious cock before I do something foolish like drop to my knees and worship it with my tongue.

I'm not sure I can concentrate on his massage if he's sporting an enormous tent under the sheet only inches from my hands. Hopefully he'll only want his back massaged and not his front.

Yeah, right Maggie, like you aren't dying to get your hands on every part of him.

He shrugs before leaping onto the table and sliding under the sheet with more grace than a man his size should have and lies facedown on the table. I drape the sheet over his bottom half at his waist, so I don't have to stare at his toned ass.

Once he's situated, I pick up the flavored, edible massage oil and squeeze some into my hand—the smell of cherries fills the air as I set the bottle down and begin to rub the oil between my fingers to warm it up because no one wants cold oil on their body.

Surprisingly, the oil feels like silk gliding between my fingers. I expected it to be sticky since it's edible, but it's not. The warming sensation of the oil surprises me next—it's subtle at first before becoming more intense.

My eyes flutter shut as I imagine gliding my naked oil-covered body against the three of their equally naked oil-covered bodies. An abrupt cough has me snapping my eyes open, only to find all three of them staring at me with so much lust and hunger that it almost sends me running out of the room.

Instead, I hold my ground with these dominant males. "Shall we begin?" I pick up the discarded bottle of oil and squirt some directly onto Zander's back, not caring if it's cold or not, considering we all need to cool off. He doesn't even flinch as oil hits his skin.

He lowers his head back into the face cradle of the massage table. "Give it to me, Maggie."

An unlady-like snort escapes my lips, thinking about how I'd like to give it to him.

What am I thinking? I don't act this way.

When my ex-boyfriend, Ted, wanted to watch me have sex with another guy, I told him to go to hell. But now all I can think about is having sex with one of them while the other two watch or having sex with all three of them at the same time.

Damn you, Aubree, for telling me how great it is to be worshipped by three guys at the same time.

I curse my best friend, even though I'm secretly jealous of her unconventional relationship with her three hockey players.

Attacking Zander's shoulders with more force than I probably should, I knead his skin harder and deeper as he moans, causing my hips to roll each time I press down on his body. I work my hands down his arms and across his back, moving lower and lower until I reach the top curve of his ass. My hands stop moving as I suck in a deep breath. This is way more intense than I realized it would be.

Moving to the foot of the table, I lift the sheet, exposing his muscular legs, and bite back a groan.

How is a girl supposed to concentrate when faced with this much perfection?

Slipping back into my professional mode, I continue the massage, running my hands up and down each leg, adding more oil as I work the tension out of his body.

"Fuck, Maggie. Your hands feel incredible on my body." Zander moans in such a sexual way that my leggings dampen, and my clit pulses with need.

Seriously, what is wrong with me? I'm a professional who's acting like she's in heat. Get it together, Maggie.

"Flip over." I manage to say as my body overheats from the skin-to-skin contact.

"You forgot my glutes." Zander points out as I lift the sheet slightly to keep him covered but still give him room to roll onto his back.

"Next time," I say before realizing I've just agreed to massage him again.

"You better believe there's going to be a next time." With a lazy grin he flips onto his back, shifting the sheet to give me a glimpse of his gorgeous penis again.

I've never thought of a penis as being gorgeous before I met Zander—I wonder if Reece and Owen's cocks are just as beautiful.

My eyes drift to where they're sitting on the floor with their backs against the wall, a look of undisguised hunger shining back at me.

Could I really go through with it if they all wanted me?

Aubree does it. Why can't I?

Maybe it's the wine talking, even though I only had one sip or the heat of their desire radiating off them, but I think I want whatever they're willing to give me.

With my mind made up, I squirt some more of the oil in my hand, rubbing my hands together to warm it up before sliding them under the sheet, landing on Zander's thick, hard cock. I watch his eyes flare wide as he realizes what I'm doing. It doesn't take a genius to figure out what's happening under the sheet when he moans.

Owen and Reece jump up and rush over to the massage table. "Are you really jacking him off?" Owen asks, his eyes never leaving my face, as I slide the sheet off of Zander's body with one of my hands.

"Fuck me. Are you going to take care of us the same way or only let us watch?" Reece has already moved behind my body, pushing his hard cock against my ass.

Damn, why is Zander the only one with his clothes off?

I lean back into Reece's arms, never breaking contact with Zander's cock as I stroke him from root to tip. I watch Owen grab the oil and squeezes a drop into Reece's hand before that same hand disappears down the front of my leggings and slides between my thighs to my soaked pussy.

Owen disappears from my sight for a few seconds before returning with a pair of bandage scissors that look suspiciously like the ones, I keep on the counter by the massage table in case I need to use the athletic tape to wrap someone's ankle or wrist.

Maybe they are sexy serial killers, after all.

Before I can dwell on that thought for too long, Owen asks, "Can I cut off your sports bra? Your breasts look painful, squished in it." All I can do is nod. It's all the permission he needs as he slices through the fabric, freeing my breast to the warm air. "How about these leggings? They look tight, too."

I nod again, giving him permission to basically tear my clothes off of my body. He carefully cuts through the elastic on the waistband of my leggings on each hip before setting the scissor down and ripping my leggings on each side from hip to ankle, leaving me completely naked to their lustful gazes—Zander from his spot on the massage table, Reece from over my shoulder, and Owen on my right side.

The sex goddess in me loves the attention, but the shy band nerd inside of me knows they're way out of my league. But that small part of me still believes in fairytales and happily ever after makes me hope this might be the real thing.

Sure, this is just sex, and we barely know each other, but with time, those feelings could change and grow into something more. Right?

Pushing those thoughts away, I decide to live in the moment and take everything they offer me. "Make love to me." I throw my head back against Reece's chest, pressing my breasts out to Owen's hungry mouth as it descends on my right nipple while his hand massages my left breast. All the while, I continue to pump Zander's cock with my hands as Reece thrusts his fingers into my dripping pussy.

The feelings are so intense that I try to pull away, only to have Reece elevate my worries. "It's okay, Maggie. We've got you. We won't do anything you don't want us to do." Reece kisses my neck as his fingers work their magic, penetrating me over and over until I'm shaking with the need to come.

"Shit, Maggie, you're going to make me come too soon." Zander places his hands over mine, stilling my movements as he fights the urge to explode in my hands—his face scrunched in what looks like agony when it's really sexual agony as he regains control of his body with deep, uneven breaths.

"She's going to come before any of us do." Reece picks up his speed as his fingers skillfully glide through my slick folds and across my throbbing clit. Combine that with the way Owen is hungrily sucking on my tits, running his tongue around each nipple before slipping it into his mouth with a firm suction that I can feel it in my core, I'm know it's only a matter of time before my orgasm claims me.

The sensations are too much as I close my eyes and explode around Reece's fingers, soaking his hand with my desire.