and who wasn’t.”
I paused mid-sip. The very thought of what he was proposing made me queasy with arousal.
“That seemed a little chaotic,” Brock added, “and a lot for you to handle. It’s one thing for the four of us to hit it off and have a wild night together. But in this case you’d have three boyfriends at once, twenty-four seven. Three separate relationships. You’d still have all the attention that comes with being with us together, but there would also be alone time. One-on-one time…”
“And you guys would be okay with that?”
I couldn’t believe I was asking the question! And yet the three of them nodded. There didn’t seem to be any hesitation, either.
“No jealousy? No envy?”
“Did we seem jealous last night?” asked Kade.
“No,” I answered, thinking back. “No you didn’t.” I paused, hooking a thoughtful finger in my mouth. “But I wasn’t your girlfriend last night, either.”
For several moments, none of them said anything. The kitchen went so silent I swore I could hear the low, fiery roar of the coal stove.
“A girlfriend huh?” I repeated the words softly, weighting them in my mind. There was a heat in my belly that suddenly wasn’t there before.
“A shared girlfriend,” Kade added. “Yes.”
“Is that what you want?”
Their expressions said everything. They nodded anyway.
“More importantly,” asked Brock, “is that what you want?”
Images of last night came flooding back, running through my mind in delicious flashes of heat. Me on my back, legs spread. Stroking and sucking them one by one, as each gorgeous man took their own turn between my legs…
“We can try it,” I practically choked.
The guys couldn’t hide their enthusiasm. Their faces were priceless.
“I mean, it’s not like we can pretend last night never happened,” I smirked. “Walk around here like we’re a bunch of friends or something.”
“Especially since you’ll be walking around in a towel all the time,” Valerio chimed in. “You know… because you’ll be taking a lot of showers.”
I smirked back at him, but not sardonically. He wasn’t wrong.
“Seriously,” said Brock. “If this isn’t for you, we totally—”
I shut him up by pushing my chair back and kissing him so abruptly he was still talking into my mouth. He tasted like beer and manliness. I held his face in my hands as I sank into his lap.
“I want this,” I told him, before turning to the others. “It would make my holiday season, actually. But one thing.”
“Anything,” said Kade.
“I want someone sharing my bed each night,” I said. “Or someones.”
An explosion of butterflies came with the last part. Maybe I was being greedy, but I didn’t care.
“I don’t mind if you take turns, or keep a schedule, or whatever. I like being warm and safe and in a pair of strong arms. And I loved the feel of being wrapped around you last night. All three of you.”
“Sure,” Valerio said immediately. “We can do that.”
“Tonight’s between him and I though,” Kade said, jerking a thumb at Brock. “You got to sleep with her last night.”
Valerio looked crushed. “But—”
“No buts,” Kade cut him off. He raised one fist in the air, shoulder height, then looked at Brock. “You ready?”
They made the motion together, silently counting to three. When their arms swung down, Kade had rock. Brock had scissors. I couldn’t believe they were playing this game, with me as the stakes. And yet…
“Damn,” Brock swore.
And yet something about it really turned me on.
“Alright fine, you get her tonight,” Brock said. “It’s getting late anyway. Dunno about the rest of you, but I’m zonked.”
He lifted me as he rose, then bent to kiss me goodnight. Even with exhaustion in his eyes, the way his hands gripped my hips left zero doubt as to how much energy he had left in him.
“Tomorrow night…” he whispered promisingly in my ear. “You’re mine.”
He retreated in the direction of the hallway, leaving me covered in goosebumps. Valerio rose, pointed to the mess on the table, then smiled at Kade.
“You’ve got cleanup duty,” he snickered.
Before his friend could protest he swept me into his arms and began kissing me, pulling me tightly against his taut, musclebound body. His tongue played with mine, his hands roaming upward and over the swell of my breasts before sliding back behind me, all the way down to cup my ass.
“Girlfriend,” he murmured into my mouth. The slight accent he put on the word made it sound exotic and beautiful. “I love it!”
He squeezed me with both hands, causing me to jump into his arms. After whirling me