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  Before I can think it through, I kiss him. He leans into the kiss, our mouths parting and he smells and tastes like the pineapple from the cobbler we just had, sweet and delicious. His hands hold my back so firmly, his strong arms wrapped around me, holding me close. The kiss feels like the start of something.

  It’s not until our kiss ends that I remember there are three other men looking at us.

  Still, even if my face flushes with embarrassment, I can’t apologize for that kiss. “I couldn’t help it,” I admit.

  For a second, I wonder if Mason’s mad that I just kissed his friend, but as I look around the room no one seems angry at all.

  They all watch me with a consideration I’ve never seen before. They have a sense of patience and warmth toward me, and I realize it’s more than appealing... It’s the very thing I have always craved.

  “Should we go to the living room, maybe relax a little bit?” Noah suggests.

  The guys grab drinks and pour me a glass of red wine. Enzo carries the wine to the living room for me, then tells me to sit on the ground between his legs.

  I do as he asks and he sits above me on the white leather couch. He begins massaging my shoulders as the guys start talking about what they have going on the next day. No one mentions that a minute ago, in the kitchen, I kissed both Ethan and Mason.

  The guys discuss the fact that they need to each do some footage at various places on the island tomorrow and the rest of the week, and I tune them out as Enzo works the tension out of my neck and shoulders. I set my glass of wine down, unable to drink it. Unable to think, as he touches me.

  I sigh as his thumbs work the stress away.

  The fact that Jordan is down the beach right now is far from my mind as I look lazily about this cozy room. Someone has turned the lights down low, and a fire is on in the gas fireplace. I hear the gentle waves crashing outside on the beach, and the security of these men around me makes me feel as if nothing could ever get through these walls—as if as long as I am within them, nothing bad could happen to me again.

  Noah gets up and closes the doors to outside. “I think a rain storm is coming through.”

  Mason looks over at me. “Glad you aren’t alone out there, I’d hate to see you caught in the rain.”

  The rain starts to fall heavy on the roof. Tropical storms rush in quickly … as quickly as my emotions, it would seem. Just like I didn’t expect a storm tonight, I didn’t expect to feel so safe with men I barely know.

  With the rain pounding away outside, I couldn’t be more grateful that these men found me when they did. The red wine warms my belly and I close my eyes, sinking into the thick carpet beneath me.

  “Feel better, bellissimo?” Enzo asks, his mouth against my ear, as he leans close to me.

  “Much better,” I say turning my head toward his. As I do, I suddenly find myself turning around, kneeling before him, kissing him.

  He’s a romantic, giving me a neck massage and red wine and speaking a language of love. He’s a wooer of women, for sure.

  And for me, they seem to be having the desired effect.

  In this moment, I want to be his lover––which is crazy. He’s a stranger.

  But he doesn’t feel like a stranger at all.

  He kisses me like a man who knows what a woman needs. His hand cups my face, our kiss passionate and deep. I feel my nipples harden, and my already soaked panties get even wetter.

  The rest of the room goes silent. So quiet you could hear a pin drop.

  But I don’t feel awkward or ashamed, I feel like what I was wishing for on the beach has come true.

  And I didn’t just get three wishes from a genie’s lamp.

  Looks like I got four.

  Chapter Five

  Chloe

  My much better comment surprises the guys. Apparently, they weren’t expecting me to be so willing.

  But the idea of all of this, while a little crazy—a lot unconventional—is also a decadent fantasy few women would ever have the opportunity to indulge.

  Noah lets out a laugh. “See, she’s no prude,” he says to his buddies.

  I let my eyes leave Ethan’s, and take in the other men, wanting them to see my face when I tell them my truth. “It’s true, I’m not. Just because I’m a virgin doesn’t mean I haven’t fantasized about this moment plenty of times...”

  But?” Mason asks. “There’s always a ‘but.’”

  “But,” I say, laughing, “the truth is, I’ve never actually seen...” I cover my face laughing too. “I can’t believe I’m having this conversation with four guys.”

  “You’ve never seen a cock?” Mason asks.

  I shake my head. “Only on the Internet. And I just think maybe I should see them before I make any decisions.”

  This gets Noah laughing again, but Mason takes me seriously and so do Ethan and Enzo.

  They each stand, circling me, and I get down on my knees, crawling toward the center of the living room. They each slip off their shorts wordlessly, and I feel my pussy tremble with excitement.

  I’m going to see all four of their cocks.

  Right now.

  I close my eyes, trying to relish this moment for what it is.

  With their shorts off, all four of them are in only their briefs or boxers. They pull off their T-shirts and hoodies, revealing gorgeous sets of abs. Gorgeous sets of everything. All four of these men are so model-hot, so drool-worthy, and for a moment I feel insecure.

  Then I look up into their eyes, one by one, and I realize I have nothing to be insecure about.

  They look at me like they are hungry. Like they want to devour me. Like they want to eat me whole.

  It makes me feel powerful and beautiful and willing and wanting.

  It makes me feel a million different things I’ve never even imagined before.

  Most of all, I feel like I am theirs.

  One by one they drop their underwear, step out of it, and just like that, I am encircled by four perfect cocks.

  I try to take it all in, moving around to look at them one by one.

  They are all so big, and I watch as they begin stroking themselves, watching me as I lick my lips, moaning with excitement.

  Mason is thick and powerful, his shaft longer than the others.

  Noah is just like I’d guess, playful, with a freckle near the tip, and veering slightly to the left, as if he has other ideas in mind.

  Enzo is uncircumcised; the sight of him makes me lick my lips, and my hands itch to run up and down his length.

  And Ethan has a pair of balls bigger than the rest.… I can just imagine them in my mouth, licking them.

  They are so powerful, the sight of them makes me so hot and bothered, even though I’m hardly wearing anything at all. Just a simple cotton sundress, a pair of panties and a bra.

  I remind myself that I want to take this slowly. I want to show them my body, but I don’t feel quite ready to do that yet.

  But I also don’t want to be a dick tease.

  Especially with these four beautiful cocks right in front of my face.

  “Can I touch them?” I ask innocently, not exactly knowing the rules.

  “Oh goddamn, bella, you can do whatever you want to them,” Enzo tells me.

  I bite my lip again. “Anything?” I ask quietly.

  “Anything,” Mason finishes, his hand wrapped around his rigid, rock-hard length.

  I begin stroking them, one at a time, running my hands down their velvety cocks, and then I have two in my hands at once, and the other two men are touching themselves as I touch their friends.

  All four of them watch as I move my hand up and down their rigid cocks. Part of me wants to press my lips to their stiffies, but the other part of me is still a little hesitant and scared. Once I do this, there is no going back.

  Instead of doing something I’m not ready for, I move my hand up and down their cocks, then I lick my palm, hoping to lubricate their shafts as I stroke their hard erections.

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sp; “Fuck,” I hear Noah groan as I move my hands over him, fondling his tight balls. “I’m so fucking close,” he tells me.

  I hear Enzo groaning as I wrap my hand around him, pulling him closer to me. They all step nearer, cocks hitting the back of my head as I revolve around the circle, cocks in my hands, and I want to get them closer still. When they come I want to be close enough to taste their release.

  Noah comes first, I didn’t suck him off, but my mouth is so close now, that I can’t help but catch the ribbons of come as he releases. I catch as much as I can, and the warmth is salty on my tongue. My panties soak even more as his creamy goodness slides down my throat.

  And then I go to the next cock, and I let Enzo’s come fill me up, then Mason’s, and lastly, I let Ethan come into my mouth. My lips are not touching any of their tips; I want to save that experience for later. But my belly is full of their seed, my mouth full of their ejaculation.

  It tastes so good and as I wipe my mouth, I’m already craving more. All four of them groan in pleasure as I finish jerking them off, then I nestle my hands under their balls, massaging them softly.

  “Damn, your touch feels so good,” Mason tells me. I smile up at him, feeling so needed, so necessary.

  “It feels good to make you so happy,” I tell him, feeling satisfied that I could take care of them. “And you, Ethan?” I ask. “Did you like that?” I kneel before him looking up into his eyes. There are so many cocks around me, still hard from their recent emissions.

  “Oh, Chloe,” he tells me, his dark eyes meeting mine, running his hand over my cheek, causing my skin to prickle with pleasure. “It was fucking perfection.”

  I smile, licking my lips again, tasting the last of their come. Wanting more of them already. Remembering that Ethan had asked me to sleep on it, since he didn’t want me to have any regrets.

  “Thank you for letting me stay here,” I tell them, my eyes suddenly heavy, my stomach satiated, my pussy swollen with desire.

  “Of course,” Mason tells me. “You’re our little virgin and now it’s our job to protect you.”

  Chapter Six

  Mason

  The next morning I’m in the kitchen making breakfast for the guys, knowing that if I didn’t they’d fucking starve. The storm from the night before has passed and outside the sky is bright blue and morning sunlight streams through the windows.

  Today it’s not just the guys that I’m cooking for. I want to make something special for Chloe. Last night before we found her, she’d been through the wringer, and I want to give her a nourishing meal to let her know that we want to take care of her as well as make love to her.

  She’s gorgeous. Every damn thing about her. She’s got long brown hair, a narrow waist, a perfect pair of tits, and a nice bump to her ass that I want to squeeze. Damn, all I want to do is grind myself against her. But she’s a virgin, and the last thing I want to do is scare someone as perfect as her away.

  And, to be honest, I’m a little scared she’s going to wake up this morning having made a decision I’m not going to be happy about.

  Ethan told her to sleep on it. ‘It’ being the possibility of her being our lover. All four of ours.

  Fuck, some guys might think it’s creepy to share one woman, but there’s also something fucking amazing about the idea. A woman who wants to take care of us in each of our unique ways, and each of us giving her the thing she craves.

  In fact, it might just be the most perfect set up ever.

  Besides, any guy who might rip on this potential arrangement hasn’t seen Chloe.

  They haven’t seen her on her knees with four cocks bumping against her face. Those guys haven’t watched her open her mouth to catch our come, licking it away, swallowing it with a smile on her angelic face.

  God, I’m getting hard just thinking about it and I’m going to overcook these fucking egg whites.

  I shake my head, trying to clear my thoughts but it’s impossible, all I can think about is what Chloe might look like with that sun dress off, her creamy skin untouched, innocent, and pure. Don’t even get me started on her cunt.

  I imagine it being so nice and tight. So fucking ready.

  I thought about it all night, dreamt about it all night long.

  Jacked off so many times last night, it’s amazing that I can still get it up.

  But here I am flipping bacon, thinking about her pussy again with a full hard on.

  Nice.

  Getting in the ocean today is gonna feel good, the salty air and the crashing waves will wash away any ideas about fucking Chloe. Even if she does agree to stay, there’s no guarantee she’s gonna be ready to give up her V-card anytime soon.

  Which is fine. We don’t need her just for sex, though, of course, I’m sure we’d all agree that we’d like that just fine. We also want to be a safe place for Chloe to stay until that asshole Jordan is off the island.

  Just as the coffee finishes brewing and I’ve sliced up fresh papaya and pineapple, the guys bound into the kitchen as if on cue. There are eggs, turkey bacon, and roasted potatoes ready too. When Noah and Enzo each reach for their plates, I push them away.

  “Ladies first,” I tell them.

  Noah looks around. “I think she’s still sleeping.”

  Enzo smiles. “Well, I have no problem waking her up. Give her a little morning—”

  Just then, Chloe walks into the kitchen. “A little morning what exactly, Enzo?” she asks, smirking.

  Enzo, usually such a suave romantic, blushes at having been caught talking about Chloe.

  Hell, I don’t think I’ve ever seen Enzo flustered in my entire life, at least never with a woman around. And I’ve known him since we were kids.

  “Give you a little morning kiss,” he says, returning to his usual calm and collected self, and walking over to her, brushing her hair away from her neck. He plants a kiss on her collarbone, her chin, her lips. “Morning, sweetheart.”

  Ethan, Noah and I watch the exchange, and none of us appear jealous, I certainly am not. It’s just that these may be our last moments with her. I’d hate to waste any of them not lavishing her with the attention she deserves.

  Besides, my mind isn’t on Enzo and where his mouth is. I want to know if she made up her mind.

  “I made breakfast. Help yourself,” I tell her, pouring her a cup of coffee. “Do you take it with anything, milk or sweetener?”

  Her eyes light up at the proffered mug.

  “Both,” she says. “I like it both creamy and sweet.”

  I swear to God, I see Noah adjust himself, her words turning everyone in this room on.

  I’m glad none of us share a bedroom because I’m guessing everyone was getting off last night.

  And by the way Chloe looks, a little bit bed-ruffled, I can’t help but wonder if she had the same tormented sleep. If she spent her night pressing her fingers between her pink folds and rubbing her clit, until she came all over her fingers, like a good girl.

  Fuck, I’m so horny for her. Horny for her round tits and her perfect little pussy.

  “Well, we are kind of health freaks here. Let’s see... I have some honey or almond milk.”

  Chloe scrunches up her nose. “Hmmm, I guess I’ll try it with both. Thank you.” She dishes up her food and for a second I wish we weren’t so health conscious. I should have made her carb-laden pancakes. I have the irreverent vision of pouring maple syrup on her titties and licking it off her nipples.

  I gotta get my head on straight.

  We all dish up our food then head out to the veranda so we can soak up the morning rays.

  “So,” she says, facing me. “Tell me why you’re the one who’s making food for everybody else.”

  “I’ve always cooked,” I say, shrugging. “Besides, you’d understand if you saw these jackasses in the kitchen.”

  Noah pipes in, “And he grew up in a big family, five younger brothers and sisters, and his parents both worked a hell of a lot, so he did his best to take care of everybo
dy else.”

  Chloe smiles at this story, and I kinda want to punch Noah for telling it. “Don’t look embarrassed,” Chloe says to me. “It’s actually pretty sweet, and it makes sense as to why you’re so nurturing and caring. You’re used to taking care of people.” She gives me a smile that melts my heart. “Are you close with your family now?”

  I nod. “Yeah, seems like one of my brothers or sisters are always asking me to bail them out of something. But thankfully I’m making good money now and can.”

  Ethan raises a brow—knowing the rest of the story. That my dad is an asshole who constantly calls asking for a money order—using it for getting drunk more often than not these days and forcing my mom to do just about everything to keep their household together. I’ve tried to talk to her about leaving him, but she says she loves him.

  Love like that seems pretty fucked up to me. But what do I know? I’ve never been in love before. Guys like Noah and Enzo are the players in this house.

  Me, I do my best to play by the rules. And Ethan? He’s been burned so many times by his ‘family’ that it would take a special person to open his heart up again. It’s been closed off for so long.

  “You okay, bro?” Noah asks. “Thought we lost ya there for a minute.”

  “I’m here. Just you know, thinking about family back home.”

  The guys share a knowing look, and Chloe must realize it’s not the safest topic because she changes the conversation to something easier.

  “How did you guys all get into extreme sports?”

  As we explain our journeys to becoming an extreme sports team, she seems surprised at how simple our story is. We all come from the same neighborhood, went to school together, and we all were the type of guys who weren’t all that interested in going to college. We spent several years figuring out what it takes to become professional athletes. We worked hard, saved up enough cash to start traveling, and making videos. We’d post them on our MeTube channel, eventually becoming the best that we could be. Millions of views later, we got picked up by a major sponsor.