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Tobie

Marc did not graduate.

He dropped out or transferred. Or whatever. I didn’t spend my graduation looking for him or worrying about him. I spent it laughing with my dad and the three men I love.

I thought about calling the cops on him, but Caleb just wanted to move on. Considering he was the one most hurt by Marc, I decided to drop it as well.

Max came to our graduation, though she refused the offer to join us for dinner afterward. She’s happy for me and the guys, but she was not the least bit comfortable being around the rest of their teammates.

Dinner with all the families started off awkward. The awkwardness soon melted away as Caleb, Reid, Javier, and I talked about the future we all wanted. Maybe it’s an unconventional way to live, but we love each other, and we’re determined to make things work.

After graduation, we flew by private plane to a luxury villa in Cabo San Lucas, Mexico, that Javier rented for our month-long summer vacation before the draft at the end of June and the start of their preseason training at the end of September.

They’ve all signed with one of the best sports agencies in the country and have heard more than a few whispers from their agents that they could start their professional careers with the West Virginia Raiders, an NHL team in Virginia.

Grad school doesn’t start for me until the fall, so we have time to spend together. That means getting the guys settled in Virginia, if the draft goes the way we expect it to, and then getting me situated in Michigan, which thankfully, isn’t a million miles away.

The guys have hit the gym the way they like to most mornings, and when I go looking for breakfast, I find a notebook on the white marble kitchen counter. I’m still trying to figure out the roughly drawn diagrams when they return. “Is this one of your hockey plays?”

They freeze in the kitchen doorway, eyes bouncing between the notebook I’m holding and me.

“Caleb?” He’s the one most frozen, and this looks like his handwriting. My eyes return to the diagram. “I thought there were six players on a team. And there are only four drawn here.”

I’ve been learning more about hockey, but this diagram doesn’t make sense.

I’m sure I overheard them talking in the kitchen before they left. Had they been working on this? “Caleb?”

He sets his gym bag down, and sweat glistens on his bare chest, briefly distracting me. “We’ve been planning.”

“For?”

Javier walks over to the refrigerator and opens the door, pulling out three bottles of water and tossing one at Caleb before turning to look at me. “The something more you said you might want.”

My fingers tighten around the notebook, and the crinkle of paper draws my gaze back to… “ Oh !”

“It felt ridiculous at first.” Reid hops on the counter, catching the bottle of water that Javier throws him. His chest also glistens with sweat from their workout, and it is equally distracting.

“And then?” I ask.

“I have never taken so many cold showers in the space of a week in my entire life,” he ruefully admits.

“So, uh, what’s the plan?” I ask.

Caleb puts his bottle down and leans against the counter, arms crossed and eyes half hooded as he studies me.

I’d think he was being distant and aloof, but he’s not even trying to hide the erection growing in his pants. “Like all good plays, we stick to our strengths.”

“Right.” I nod like I know the first thing about hockey plays.

“Javier is good at introducing you to the new, to getting you to try something you wouldn’t ordinarily do,” Caleb continues in a low, husky voice. “For instance, the way he pinned you to the wall at the fair and fucked your ass within feet of the attendants.”

I put the notebook down before I drop it and lean against the counter before I fall. “So, you, uh, talked about that?”

“In detail,” Caleb says.

I clear my throat.

“And Caleb shared with us how he had you splayed out on Coach’s table where anyone could have walked right in and seen you,” Reid says.

When leaning isn’t enough, I sit at the dining table, pressing my thighs together to stem the growing ache. “Right.”

Javier puts his half-drained water bottle down. “Reid explained to us that desperate sound you made when he spent… how long was it again, Reid?”

“I lost track of time,” Reid says with a smile.

“Easy to do,” Javier continues. “He explained to us all those sounds you made when he had his face buried between your thighs.”

“And you spent a week on this plan?” My voice is so breathless I can barely breathe.

Javier nods. “It’s important we are thorough about what we intend to do to you.”

Oh my God.

“That you have all of our undivided attention,” Caleb adds.

“For an hour?” I whisper, recalling Reid’s timer.

Reid smiles and shakes his head. “Oh, there won’t be a timer, and it will not be an hour.”

I’m breathing hard, and the sweat sliding down the back of my neck has absolutely nothing to do with the fact we’re in Mexico, and it’s a hundred degrees outside.

It has everything to do with the three hockey players eyeing me like I’m the last melting ice cube in their drink during a heatwave.

“So, the plan?” I clear my throat.

“Is to play to our strengths,” Caleb says, straightening.

My heart leaps in response. Shit. It’s going to happen right now. Right here. Are they going to splay me out on this table? Will it be all at once?

Should I take my panties off now or wait for one of them to do it?

What the hell is this plan, and why does it feel like I might die if I don’t know it right this second?

Caleb turns to walk out.

“ Wait ! Where are you going?” I call after him.

In fact, where are they all going?

“To clean up after our workout,” Caleb says.

“You, uh, don’t need to do that for my benefit. I don’t mind.”

Javier returns to kiss me and picks up the notebook. “But we do.”

I watch them file out of the kitchen, leaving me confused and so turned on I don’t know what to do.

Later, we’re watching a movie on the big screen television near our villa’s swimming pool.

“Relax,” Reid says. “We’re on vacation.”

You try to relax when you’re on vacation with three hot guys who have just admitted they spent a week planning out how to have group sex with you, but you don’t know when it’s going to happen.

I look at Reid, silently communicating my frustration.

He smiles and turns his attention to the movie.

No one is jumping me, and I don’t know if this plan is something I’m supposed to initiate. The notebook was just a rough diagram. There were no instructions. At least none that I could decipher, but the tension is killing me.

Every time one of them touches, kisses, or brushes up against me, I tense up, my heart races, and I hold my breath.

But nothing happens.

One day trickles into two, and we just relax, drinking from coconuts, swimming in the sea, and eating fresh fish on the beach. We do all the nice relaxing vacation things. I was happy with that before I heard about this plan and had time to think about all the things they would do to me.

Now it’s not fine.

I take a shower before bed and leave the bathroom, holding my breath just like I did the night before, expecting to find them waiting in my bed, ready to put this plan into action.

I can hear them laughing downstairs as they watch the football game they didn’t want to miss.

Why are they more interested in watching football than jumping me? Does that make me sound selfish?

I don’t bother with a nightgown for bed. It’s too hot in Mexico, even with the air-conditioning.

I turn out the lights, close my eyes, and try to relax enough to sleep.

And I do.

Because I’m floating in this beautiful dream of Reid drawing my right breast into his mouth with the perfect amount of suction to make me grab onto his hair and…

I flutter my eyes open.

Reid is crouched over me, and he’s naked.

“Reid? You’re not watching football.”

His eyes crease with amusement as he sits back so I can sit up. “Did you honestly think we give a shit about football when we could be with you?”

“But you?—”

Fingers grip my chin, angling my head to the right.

“We wanted you ready for us. And this.” Javier, naked, is perched on the side of my bed.

I stare at him, incredulous. “What the hell do you mean? Are you blind? I was over here getting ready to hump a pillow.”

He laughs.

“There’s no need for that when you can hump us,” Caleb says.

My gaze settles on Caleb’s erection as he closes my door. He’s not wearing a condom. None of them are, and they won’t from now on.

Sex between us is going to be bare. No condom. Nothing between us. Just skin.

Reid moves off me, but he does it in such a way that grinds his thigh along my aching pussy, making me moan.

The plan is happening.

Now.

And I kind of freeze in panic.

Not gonna lie, I was not expecting that, given how badly I wanted to do this.

Javier gives me a knowing look. “Ah, this is what we were hoping to avoid.”

“What?” I squeak.

“You’re nervous, and it’s okay to be,” Javier says soothingly. “Caleb, turn off the camera.”

“No, I’m… wait. What camera?”

Caleb arches his eyebrow. “The camera we have trained on you so people can see all the things we do to you.”

My heart stutters.

“People? What…” I look around, hunting out this elusive camera but finding no trace of the telltale red recording light anywhere. And the more I search for it, the less hard I look, almost like I don’t want to find it. “How many people?”

“Perhaps no people at all,” Reid says, turning my face to kiss me. He shrugs. “Maybe no one is watching at all.”

“But if they were…” I whisper, breathing faster, “… then we shouldn’t do this, right? I mean, it would be wrong to do this knowing people could be watching.”

Reid smiles. “Would it?”

He captures my mouth.

I go with him as he draws me down onto him.

This isn’t a kiss.

This is complete and utter possession.