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“And you can’t be hooking up with anyone else,” I demand. “I don’t want to worry about catching an STD. I’m clean, and I plan on staying that way. Even if we use condoms, I want to make sure all four of you are clean.”

All four of the men agree.

“You might want to be a little more religious about taking birth control,” Ben says against my neck. Making me shiver a little bit. “Don’t want a mystery baby showing up and putting an end to the fun.”

“Can we trust you to be a good girl, and do that for us?” Mac asks.

“That won’t be an issue,” I tell them. “I had my tubes tied on my twenty-first birthday.”

That shocks them. Alex looks almost... upset, while Colin and Mac look like they’re frozen in place, their eyebrows raised.

“I would have had it done on my eighteenth when I walked away from my parents, but it was hard to find a doctor that would do the procedure.” I tell them matter-of-factly. “A man can ask for a vasectomy all willy nilly, but a woman is a monster if she wants to end the chances of unwanted pregnancies. I will not bring a child into this world, I will not make my parents grandparents. They’re monsters, and don’t deserve the titles. And you won’t guilt trip me into regretting my decision.”

“What did they do to you, Darling?” Mac asks, sadness in his voice. I don’t think he’s actually asking for an answer. Though I’m sure he could spank the trauma out of me. I’m not sure if I’m ready to explain my daddy and mommy issues to these men, but if I ever want this to be more than a hookup, I know I have to be honest. You can’t keep secrets, and expect things to end with a happily ever after.

“Do we have a deal?” I ask, crossing my arms over my chest. “You guys be faithful to me, I’ll be faithful to each of you. My brother, and anyone he knows, is not to find out about this arrangement.”

“Deal,” all the men say unanimously.

“I just want to warn you though,” Alex says. “My job comes first. I’m not going to be the type of guy who is up your ass 24/7.”

“Good,” I say, smiling. “That’s what the other three are for.”

***

Shockingly, and possibly to my disappointment, we don’t have group sex in the hot tub to seal the deal. Or at all. None of them make a move to invite me to their room for the evening either. I’m probably not ready for all of them at once, but it does kind of take away from the excitement of my new relationship status. Alex is the first to go to bed, followed by Colin, and then Mac who caresses my cheek and tells me not to be up too late. Ben and I get out of the hot tub, and he takes his time drying me off with a towel. I follow along with him as he makes sure everything is closed up for the night, and ready to go in the morning when we head back to land. He promises to teach me how to drive the boat, and teach me all the terms I need to know, so the next time we visit the yacht, I can be his first mate.

We walk hand in hand, down the cabin hall to the door of the master suite. Ben pauses, and I lean against the door. There’s not a sound coming from the other rooms, so all the guys must be asleep now. Ben leans down and places a kiss on my cheeks, my forehead, my neck.

“You should sleep in your room tonight,” I whisper to him.

He shakes his head. “No, you deserve the biggest room. Enjoy it. You’re on vacation.”

“Ben,” I say softly, looking up at him through my eyelashes. “I want you to sleep in your room, with me.”

“Oh,” he says, realizing what I mean. “Okay, yeah. You sure?”

I roll my eyes, and push the door open, pulling him inside with me. I’m losing my mind over Benjamin Donaghue. I can’t wait another day, another hour.

He closes the door behind him, and I drop my towel to the floor, he does the same. He goes over to the nightstand, and turns on the table lamp, putting a soft glow in the room. Ben walks over to me, placing his hands on my bare hips, just above the strings of the bikini. I smile up at him, and place my hands on his chest, little droplets of water still there from the hot tub.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” I ask him, glad we’re finally alone to discuss. Ben was the first who showed any interest after all, I feel something deeper with him than the others right now. “Are you okay with sharing me with your friends? It’s not weird to you?”

“I’m okay if you’re okay,” Ben says, leaning down and placing a kiss on my forehead.

“Have you done anything like this before?” I ask, hoping he says no. I flush with embarrassment, wondering if he and the guys do this a lot. Find a woman, share her for a couple of weeks, and then move on.

He shakes his head. “Nothing like it, I swear. Though, we’ve had conversations about it before. The only thing even close is when we go to Mac’s club.”

“Mac owns a club?” I ask, suddenly curious.

“Yeah, it’s a private sex club,” he tells me, and jealousy stirs in my stomach. “Occasionally, he’ll invite us. It’s a very selective clientele club. Only Chicago’s elite know about it, and you have to go through extensive screenings to get in, sign various waivers, and take a background check every year to keep your membership valid.”

“What do you guys do at the club?” I ask.

He brings one of my hands up to kiss, and then holds it back to his chest. “We only watch. Colin fucking loves watching if you haven’t picked up on that. We never participate. Half the time we just sit in a closed off VIP section, and have a couple of bourbons.”

“Oh, okay,” I say, but I can’t help but let my mind stray to the other things that happen at the club. He must see the disappointment in my eyes. I try to make a mental reminder to ask Mac about this sex club.

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