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CHAPTER 2

KEVIN

“A what now?”

Internally, I want to groan. Normally, it’s Richard who sets this up for us. I’ve never had to straight up ask a woman, “Hey, would you accompany me to a cabin for the weekend to fuck me as well as my three friends?”

Gripping my forehead, I dig my fingers into the skin to try to ease the tension headache building rapidly. I’m not a fan of dancing around topics, so I choose to just lay it out there. We plan these weekends so we can disconnect from the stresses in our job. It’s the only thing we’ve found that helps.

“I’m going to be blunt, if you don’t mind. Some friends and I had planned a weekend at a cabin and the woman who was going to join us, Veronica, can’t make it. This time away is really important to us. I know I’m taking you to your family right now, but would you be interested in delaying and joining us instead?” Apparently, I wasn’t clear enough because she’s just staring at me blankly.

“Why? For cooking or something? Because I’ve got to tell you, that was already on my to-do list at my dad’s place. It’s not my idea of fun.”

My snort escapes before I can rein it in. “No. Not to cook.”

“Then for what?” she asks, tilting her head in question.

“Sex.”

I don’t think I can be more blunt than that. Tapping my fingers on the steering wheel, I’m actually surprised I can’t meet her eyes right now. I’m a confident guy, but asking a virtual stranger to come away with me simply to fuck feels, I don’t know, more vulgar than it should be. We’re all adults and I’m crawling with anxiety, pathetically needing this weekend to happen.

A pretty scarlet blooms on her cheeks and she can’t make eye contact with me either. She mumbles something under her breath, but I don’t catch it.

“What did you say?” I ask.

Clearing her throat, she sits up, shifting around in her seat like she’s nervous. “Do you have pictures of them?”

I raise a brow a bit annoyed she immediately asked for photos instead of information about them. “Looks matter to you?”

“Uhh… yeah, cabrón . I don’t fucking know any of them. What the hell else am I supposed to base my decision on? How well they treat their mother?”

She has a good point, so I turn my phone on and open an album containing photos of the four of us. As much as I want to argue the shallowness of judging people by their looks, every single woman we’ve connected with has asked the same. I’m not surprised she wants to as well.

Handing my phone over, I point at the screen. “You can scroll through there. It’s all of us.”

Her hand is shaking slightly when she takes it, but before she looks, she frowns at me. “Wait. Do looks not matter to you?”

“Not really,” I say, shrugging. My eyes shoot over to her when she snorts. “Why do you find that so hard to believe?”

“I think it’s a load of shit. Are you really telling me you wouldn’t have asked me to fuck you and your friends if you didn’t find me attractive?”

I consider her question before answering. Would I have asked if I didn’t find her attractive? Possibly.

“I don’t know. It’s irrelevant because I did ask and you are attractive.” It’s an honest answer, but I don’t think she appreciates my response.

We’re both silent as she slowly scrolls through each photo, with only the sounds of the engine to distract my wild thoughts. There are only about a dozen photos, so once she makes it through them, she holds my screen up toward me. “Who’s this one?”

“That’s Tatum Cadelle. He’s a paramedic.” Tatum is a pretty level-headed guy. Hard working, personable, nice. His job is tough on him, though. He and Ezra met years ago when they were both assigned to the same Army Ranger’s unit and have been inseparable since. The transition to paramedic made sense, but after years of exposure to trauma, it’s been affecting him. That’s how we met. Our jobs have forced us to cross paths more than once, and we got to know each other. He needs this weekend to unwind and refocus.

“He’s got really big muscles,” she comments, then flips to another photo. “Who is this?”

Flicking my eyes at the screen, I huff out a laugh. “That’s Ezra Hall. He’s Tatum’s best friend. He works for the Parks and Rec department. Survival guide, search and rescue, those types of things. He was an Army Ranger with Tatum about ten years ago.”

Ezra needs this weekend for a totally different reason than the rest of us. He has some kinks which aren’t as common, and if he goes too long without fulfilling them, he gets wound up and bad decisions are made. I don’t tell her yet. Not until she agrees. I’m aware it’s not fair to withhold details when I’m asking her to make a quick decision, but I keep his secrets to myself for now.

Nodding, she flips through another few photos until she shows me Richard’s photo. Before she asks, I’m already answering. “That’s Richard Leigh. He’s a lawyer. Guy is wound tighter than a nun’s habit, but he’s nice. We met through cases I’ve been involved in when they went to court over the years.”

Miriam is still quiet, looking through the photos again, then sighs and hands the phone back. “Your friends are hot.”

The corner of my lip ticks up. “I’m sure they’ll be thrilled to hear it. So, are you in?”

She chews on her lip, another flush filling her cheeks. Her subdued answer surprises me. “I’m not entirely against the idea, if I’m being honest. But I should probably let you know I’m a virgin. I’m not sure how that would really work out for all of you.”

“How old are you?” I don’t hide my shock and I think she takes offense to my question if the flash of indignation across her face tells me anything.

She bites out her answer, daring me to comment. “I’m twenty-four.”

“And you’ve never?—”

“No.”

Huh… well, this is a surprise . We’ve never done this with a woman who was inexperienced. Choosing my next words carefully, I want to be completely honest with her while also preparing her for our expectations. I can tell she’s just as wound up as the rest of us, so this could be good for her as well.

“I don’t see that as an issue if you don’t. We’d approach things differently than we normally do, keeping in mind that your body will need some extra recovery time. This would just be one weekend with no strings, us going our separate ways when we’re done.”

“So clinical,” she mumbles, but I don’t remark on her comment, choosing to continue.

“Four men is a lot for one person, and not to be crass, but we fuck hard. I don’t want you to agree expecting roses and candles. We use this weekend to release a lot of pent up stress and to unwind. I’d like the same for you. I don’t know your situation, but I get the sense you don’t have a lot of personal time.”

“Okay.” Her answer is quick and without hesitation. But I don’t know if she’s just responding to what I said, or if she’s saying she’s in.

“Okay?” I ask slowly. “Okay, as in, you’ll come with me?”

“Oh!” she exclaims, then digs through her bag, pulling out her phone after a moment. “I should probably tell them my plans changed.”

Reaching over, I grip her bouncing knee and squeeze it until her eyes fly over to mine. “Miriam. Just for clarification, you are saying yes, correct?”

“Yes,” she whispers. There are small tremors rippling under my palm, so I slide my hand over her leg slowly until they dissipate. I know what an adrenaline rush feels like. It’s the same thing I feel every time we plan one of these weekends. I’m so fucking relieved she’s agreed. I’m about ready to snap, more so than usual.

Titling my head toward her phone, I say, “Then yes, you should text them. You can tell them I’ll have you there by Monday morning.”

Nodding her agreement, Miriam spends the next fifteen minutes furiously texting with her family, whom I assume are not happy she’s canceling her plans. I’m tempted to grab her phone and toss it out the window to give her a break, but even I know that would be overstepping.

We make the rest of our drive to the cabin in a more peaceful silence. She doesn’t ask any more questions about what to expect, and I don’t ask her anything personal. When we stop for gas, Miriam makes a quick exit, mumbling something about needing the bathroom. I use the alone time to send a quick text to the guys.

Me: I’m bringing someone. Her name is Miriam. She’s onboard but doesn’t know how these trips tend to go. Also, she’s a virgin. I assured her we’d be cognizant of that. We’re about to get back on the road and should be there in about half an hour.

I don’t wait for their responses because I know they won’t argue. If anything, they’re just going to want more details. Details I don’t have to give them. I’m grinning by the time she comes back to the car, my smile growing every time my phone vibrates in my pocket.

“Ready?” I ask, holding the passenger door so she can slip back inside.

She won’t meet my eye when she fumbles with her seatbelt as I wait next to her, holding onto the frame. “No, but I’ll get there.” A sliver of understanding takes hold somewhere inside of me, so I squat down to seem less intimidating.

Running my eyes over her, I really take her in. She has a body that men write home about. Curves everywhere, plump ass, thicker thighs, and smooth skin that looks as soft as silk. Her hair is so dark it’s almost black, hanging in long thick waves around her body.

When her eyes finally meet mine, I’m absorbed by how warm they are. Anyone who says brown eyes are boring can eat a dick. Hers are fucking fire. They’re dark, flicked with little tendrils of lighter browns and golds.

My eyes drop to her mouth, and I inhale at how plump and full they are. Christ, she’s exactly what I need. I reach out and cup her cheek, letting my thumb stretch out to stroke along her bottom lip. I’m mesmerized when her mouth parts immediately for me. Visions of my cock sliding against these lips spike my heart rate, and I find her eyes again.

“I promise it’ll be good for you. This isn’t just about us.”

Her eyes fly back and forth across mine, looking for any sort of reassurance I’m being honest. She doesn’t seem to be fully convinced, but she nods once, then breathes out, “Okay.”

My thumb tugs her bottom lip down just before I lean in and press my mouth to hers. I let my tongue dip inside for just a moment to taste her, and I groan when her flavor hits. Fuck, I’m starving for her. She doesn’t reach out to me, but that’s fine for now. My plan is to have her clinging to me by the end of the night.

“Let’s get up there,” I murmur after ending the too short kiss. Smirking at her dazed look, I stand up and shut the door.

I catch her touching her lips when she doesn’t think I’m looking during the rest of our drive, and as I guide my truck up the long driveway through the woods, my excitement escalates.

There are only two other cars here, leading me to assume Tatum and Ezra drove in together. Richard’s sports car is here, directly in front, so I park on the end and turn off the engine.

Keeping my eyes on the cabin, I notice Ezra’s shadow near the edge of the front porch. He’s sitting in the perfect spot to hide himself from view, out of the late afternoon sun. I’m sure he wants to check her out before I make introductions.

“Come on. I’ll introduce you to everyone.” Her quick inhale is enough to remind me how nervous she is. Turning my head, I run my eyes over her, stopping her just before she opens the door. “If you get in there and feel uncomfortable in any way, I’ll take you home. You aren’t obligated and you can absolutely say no if you have any reservations.”

Her shoulders drop in relief, and she gives me a hesitant smile. “Thank you for saying that.” With that, she braces herself and gets out of my truck on her own, shouldering her overnight bag she packed when traveling to the hospital a few days ago.

I lead us up the steps and toss a smirk at Ezra when he goes unnoticed by her. Fucking stalker. Tatum opens the door and grins at Miriam immediately. “Glad you guys made it.” She follows me inside and he immediately holds a hand out to her. “I’m Tatum. You must be Miriam.”

The man deserves some credit because he doesn’t immediately let his eyes fall to check out her body. “Yeah. Nice to meet you.” She’s a bit distracted by him while also trying to look around the space. It’s impressive when you see it for the first time. Richard bought it from his family years ago and it’s the perfect setup for us. Four bedrooms on the second floor with a ton of open space on the main floor, including an office.

Tatum peers at me over her head and winks in approval. “Richard is in the office. Ezra is…” He trails off and looks around.

“Outside,” Miriam states matter-of-factly.

My eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “You saw him? You didn’t say anything.”

She waves me off as she leans around Tatum to look at the kitchen. “He looked comfortable. I figured he didn’t want to meet me just yet. That kitchen is gorgeous. Can I see it?”

Tatum covers his mouth to hide his laugh, then says, “I’ll go grab Ezra.”

“I want you to meet Richard first, then I’ll show you around.” Taking her hand, I lead her to the office where the last of my friends is sitting behind a desk, working on his laptop with a frown. “Shut it down. I want you to meet Miriam,” I call out to him.

He doesn’t lift his head, only his eyes, locking on the petite woman next to me. I want to smack him when he doesn’t have the same reservations as Tatum did, letting his eyes lower and roam over her body slowly. I’ve known him long enough to know he’s not disappointed.

“Miriam, I’m glad you’re here.” I’m going to choke this fucker if he stays formal with her the entire time. When he holds his hand out to ask, “Would you have a seat?” I finally let out a little growl in warning.

He narrows his eyes at me, and I just know he’s about to go into how we normally set up these arrangements. Miriam eyes him warily but sits where he asks, and he nods once in approval.

Picking up a small stack of papers, he taps them once on the desk and sets them in a neat stack facing her. She doesn’t pick it up, but raises a brow in question. “What’s that?”

“It’s our contract,” he informs her, then clears his throat. “Due to the line of work some of us are in, this is a standard agreement which prohibits you from speaking about our time spent together. A non-disclosure agreement.”

When Miriam doesn’t say anything, he seems unnerved, and keeps explaining as he taps the first page. “It’s very standard if you’d like to read through. Basically, it outlines our agreement, and the consequences if you were to share personal information about us with other people.”

“You have a contract for the women you bring here.” She says this as fact, not in question. I can’t see her face from where I’m standing, but whatever Richard is seeing has made him defensive.

“I’m a lawyer,” he snaps out.

Her head tilts to the side, seemingly unsure what his point is. “Okay? I’m a home-health worker.”

Gritting his teeth, he forces out a smile. “It’s what I do.”

She turns around to find me, and staring up, she asks, “You all make everyone you bring here sign a contract? Do you guys sign one too? Because what if I don’t want you talking about me, either?”

“I like her,” Tatum says, walking into the room with Ezra trailing behind him. Our fourth friend keeps walking until he’s standing next to her. Miriam follows him with her eyes and cranes her neck back when the two of them fall into a staring contest.

“I’m Ezra,” he rumbles out.

“I’m Miriam.” I press my lips together to fight another smile when she responds in his same unemotional tone.

Richard interrupts, an attempt to get back to his contract. “We can talk more after. Miriam, if you’d like us to sign one as well, I don’t believe anyone would be against it.”

“You’d sign a sex contract?” This time I do let out a snort of laughter at her incredulous question. “What do you do to the women that’s so over the top to require a contract?”

“We do everything to them.” Richard’s answer shuts all of us up, and the heightened tension flowing through the room is palpable.

She looks at each of us for a moment, then eyes me carefully. Plucking a pen off the desk, she stands up and leans over the papers.

“Where do I sign?”