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Those dicks are thinking the same thing. I’m done for. No matter how much I try to deny it or say no, I’m going to cave. They know it. I know it, and my cock definitely knows it.

Fuck. Why did I say yes?

CHAPTER 8

Ryver

As soon as we’re done eating, I jump into one of the beds and burrow myself under the blankets. Guys are aliens, I swear. They never seem to get cold, at least not like I do. It’s like my bones are shivering. I can hear them all whispering, and they think they’re being sneaky, but their attempt is pathetic. Trying to sort out who is sleeping where, and by the sounds of it, they are drawing straws. Unbelievable. The four of them will never fit in one bed together, and honestly, I want their body heat, so I don’t give a shit who the two are as long as I’m in the middle.

“This is stupid. Are we fucking kids?” Quinn’s voice suddenly booms, and a chair scraps against the floor.

“Quinn….” Cas’s tone is threatening, and I have a good idea what he’s trying to say:Don’t touch her. But that only makes me want Quinn more. Who the hell does Cas think he is? It’s like he’s stepped into Seth’s shoes, so instead of escaping my overprotective brother, I gain another. Nope, it’s not happening. This ends tonight.

“Don’t fucking bother, Cas,” Quinn says as he lifts the blanket. I shiver with the burst of cool air that has infiltrated my warm cocoon.

“Same, man. I’ll make this easy.” Finn crawls in on the other side, and the small bed suddenly becomes a postage stamp with two hot brothers. Hello, best fantasy ever.

“Fuck, fine.” The last flashlight turns off, and everything gets dark. “Koa, don’t you dare cuddle me.”

“I can’t help it. I like being the big spoon.” I smile at their banter and Cas’s annoyed grumbling.

The wind rattles the simple wooden frame of the small cottage, and I snuggle a little closer to Quinn, loving how he wraps his arm around me. His fingers softly run over my skin, and there is something oddly erotic in the light touch. Testing the waters, I follow his lead and roll into him, hooking my leg over his as my hand runs over his abs. Quinn doesn’t say, “Stop, we can’t or not here, or I’m not supposed to,” and I appreciate it. Why is it that the rest of the guys see me as a woman, but Cas still treats me like a kid?

Slipping my hand under his shirt, I bite back a moan as my fingers skip over the dips of his six-pack. I’m trying to decide if and how I can go further when the hand that has been innocently rubbing my shoulder slides down. Quinn’s fingers brush over my nipple, and a jolt rushes through my body. Pressing myself closer as he runs one digit after the other over the hard peak, playing me as easily as he does his guitar.

This is it. Once I run across this line with them, there is no stopping the train or turning it around. There is no remorse, guilt, or even fear. I want them, I’ve always wanted them, and there is no better time than right now. We are literally in the middle of nowhere, with no cameras or possible interruptions. They are mine for the night…no fuck that. I’m claiming them asmine for the next six months, if not more. One by one, I am going to make sure they fall.

Moving my hand down, it bumps into Quinn’s cock, already standing and straining against his sweatpants. Wrapping around his thick shaft, I run my fist up and then down, exploring just how big he is, wishing I could see it. Quinn’s hips push up into my hand harder as he rolls my nipple between his fingers. I can feel the wetness already forming between my legs. I’m panting for more, and we’ve just started.

Grabbing the top of his sweatpants, I pull the string, and he lifts his hips so I can push them down over the hard cock that seems to grow a couple more inches with the extra space. The lack of room makes sliding down the bed tricky, and the moment I start to move, Finn will know what’s happening. In position, I lick the full length of Quinn’s cock and feel him shudder. The light, salty flavor of his precum hits and tightens every muscle in my body before I slip him into my mouth.

As I suspect, Finn rolls in my direction, his hand roaming over my curves and the position of my body. He scoots closer, and I can feel how hard he is against my ass, making me want to drool. The desire I’ve been trying so hard to suppress for so long is breaking loose and running wild through my body.

Quinn wraps his hand in my hair while Finn pulls my leg over his, and I’m unable to hold back my moan. Finn doesn’t waste time and moves the boxer shorts I’m wearing out of the way, he circles my clit, and I wiggle against his exploring fingers.

“What the fuck are you guys doing over there,” Cas growls, and all I can do is moan as Finn pushes a finger inside me. The last of the lingering cold is forced out of my body with his touch. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

None of us respond to the question, but Cas gets his answer when Quinn groans. “Fuck, that’s good.”

I can feel the thump of Cas’s feet as he stomps the short distance, and the anticipation of what he will do turns into butterflies flitting around. With a growl, he rips the blankets off us, and a flashlight blinds me.

“Jesus…Ry….” I blink up at Cas and run my tongue from base to tip on Quinn’s cock. I can’t see his face, but he doesn’t move, and my cheeks hollow out as I suck as much of the large cock into my mouth and shudder as Finn’s fingers pick up speed. “No way. Fuck this.”

The flashlight suddenly lands on the bed as Cas grabs me under the arms. I’m ready for a fight. Instead, he picks me up like I weigh nothing, and I wrap my legs around his waist as he crushes his lips to mine. By the time he breaks the kiss, I doubt I’ll be able to walk a straight line.

“Fuck Ry, you’re driving me insane.” Cas cups my ass and squeezes it, and I love how big his hands are and how they feel effortlessly holding me.

“Tell me what you want,” I say against his lips. “Tell me.”

There is a heartbeat of silence and a rumble leaving his chest as he backs up with me clinging to him. “You. I want you.”

“No going back tomorrow.”

Cas nips my lip. “No going back. I’ll deal with Seth.” My heart soars.

“I want all of you,” I toss out to the room and look around. I can hardly see them in the faint light, but I notice their shadows getting closer. “Until this tour is over, you’re all mine. You can have me any way you want, any time, and the same goes for me, but no other girls, I’ll tear them apart. After the tour is over, we can talk about where we all stand and what we want.” Cas sits down, and I gasp as I sit directly over his hard cock. Need courses through my body as I picture having all four of them all the time. My desire is insatiable. “Deal?”

“Deal,” Quinn answers first.

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