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"You guys certainly look like you're having fun," she says, rolling her eyes as she steps up behind me, resting her hands on my shoulders.

"I think it was a bad idea to save what's happening tonight for the party," I whisper.

"Maybe, but it's certainly fun to watch. You could cut the tension with a knife from across the room."

I lick my lips, noticing how all three sets of eyes follow the motion of my tongue.

"Why don't the four of you go take a walk in the garden? Cool off a little. Relax. I'm more than capable of taking care of the host duties. Or if it's something I can't handle, Jack's waiting in the wings to help if needed." She squeezes my shoulders playfully. "Have fun, Isla.Enjoyyourself. Tonight is special, make the most of it." She gives my shoulders one last squeeze and then walks over to the next table, greeting family friends she hasn't seen in years.

I take a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. "Garden walk, anyone?" They jump up as one, Dylan's chair tipping backward and cracking loudly on the hardwood.

"Fuck," he mutters, raking his hand through his hair nervously, looking down at the chair like it appeared out of thin air. Theo picks it up for him, slapping Dylan on the back. "You okay, bro?"

"Not even a little bit."

I giggle and grab Dylan's hand, tugging him toward the bar. We each grab a bottle of wine and then head out toward the garden.

"We're embarking on operation 'Get Buzzed’," I announce, popping the cork off a bottle of prosecco and taking a long swallow before handing it to Dylan. I laugh as he downs nearly half of it, his hands shaking from nerves. Henry opens another bottle and shares it with Theo. I can feel my nerves settling down as we walk, the night air a balm to my soul.

"You guys should have seen the gardens when I was little." I look around wistfully, remembering when I would come out here and get lost among the flowers.

"Who takes care of it now?" Henry asks, picking a spent rose off a bush.

"Jack mostly. But I'm sure he hasn't had as much time since Summer was born."

"What about Lorna? Could she use this space for her flower farm?"

I turn in a circle, looking at the beds through a completelydifferent lens. "I think that could work. I'd have to do some research, but I don't see why not."

"Good," Henry murmurs, studying the garden like he's memorizing it so he can brainstorm ideas later. We wander down another pathway, the silence only broken by the soft music floating through the air.

"Should we try dancing again?" Theo asks, setting down his bottle and holding his hand out to me. I look up at him as I take it, my heart flip-flopping. He pulls me close, cradling me in his arms. Dylan and Henry angle themselves at both of my shoulders, their hands roaming over my stomach and back.

So many hands.

I take a shaky breath as goosebumps race over my skin, close my eyes, and lose myself to them. Theo presses his lips against mine, his tongue delving into my mouth, teasing out a moan. Dylan nibbles at my ear, tugging lightly. Henry drags his lips down my throat and over my collarbone, one hand sliding up my stomach to cup my breast. The four of us freeze when we hear someone call out, a man's faint response, then a woman giggling softly. We jump away from each other as their footsteps come closer.

I press my hand over my heart, breathing raggedly. "I know somewhere we can go. Follow me."

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Ilose my hairpiece as we run through the grass to the standing stones, but I don't stop to retrieve it. Henry presses me against one of the monoliths, pinning me with his hips, his cock hard and ready, digging into my stomach.

"The way your tits look in this dress, Isla...holy fuck." He covers my breasts with his hand, kneading and pinching, my back bending until I feel like I'm going to break in half.

"You need to share," Dylan says roughly as he and Theo approach from both sides.

Henry picks me up and turns us around, putting his back against the rock, never letting up on his exploration of my body. Dylan presses his lips beneath my ear, murmuring something I can't understand before kissing his way to my throat and using his teeth to unhook the clasp at my neck. The fabric catches at my waist, my nipples perking up in the cool air. I whimper as his calloused hands scrape over the tender skin of my breast. He ducks to the side, his breath warm against my skin as he closes his mouth over my nipple. Henry catches me when my knees buckle, pressing his thigh between my legs to help hold me up.

"Should we go back to the bedroom?" Theo asks, taking my handand kissing my palm before pressing it over the front of his pants, groaning as I trace the outline of his cock.

I shake my head as I lean over and press my lips to his, rubbing my palm up and down his length. He growls deep in his throat, his hand clenching on my hip, tugging at my dress.

"This needs to come off."

I shimmy a little, and the fabric slips over my hips, leaving me completely naked.

"Fuck," Dylan whispers, swallowing hard, his gaze roving over my body, then rising up to meet mine. "Turn around."

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