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  He leaves my palms on the glass, but as he steps back, he tugs on my hips, pulling my lower half away from the sliding door. I end up bent almost in half, palms sticking to the smooth, clear surface as my breath starts to come faster.

  Linc’s hands begin to roam over me, sliding over my hips and massaging my ass, pushing the t-shirt up again to expose my soft blue panties. When his mouth joins his hands, I pull my bottom lip between my teeth, biting down hard to keep from moaning loudly.

  I’m not entirely successful though, and as Linc traces the outline of my panties with his tongue, dragging at the fabric with his teeth, I hear soft rustling noises behind us, followed by two appreciative groans.

  The twins are awake.

  Still clenching my lip between my teeth, I crane my neck to peer over my shoulder at them.

  They’re both sitting up in bed, their hair mussed from sleep, their attention focused on me and Linc like lasers. Chase grins at me, and the tilt of his lips is so fucking sexy—boyish and hungry at the same time. He’s shirtless too, and as I watch, he slips a hand beneath the covers, stroking himself as he gazes at me.

  I can’t even see his cock, but just the outline of the rhythmic motion of his fist moving under the blanket makes my pussy ache.

  They like to watch.

  None of them have any interest in each other sexually, but all four of the kings like to watch each other with me. And I like being watched. It’s a different kind of arousal, a different kind of closeness than I’ve ever experienced. There’s something so delicious and debauched about letting them see me like this, letting them see me come undone.

  But this isn’t a fucking art museum. I mean, there’s no “look but don’t touch” rule in effect here.

  And right now, I really want them to touch.

  My gaze flicks from Chase to Dax and back, and I give a slight jerk of my chin, wordlessly inviting them over.

  That’s all the invitation they need. They slide out of bed and move toward us, focus still riveted on my ass, which Linc has made sure is on full display. They’re both hard, cocks straining against the constraints of their boxer briefs—the only stitch of clothing either of them is wearing.

  When they reach us, they stop on either side of Lincoln, who chooses that moment to latch onto my panties with his teeth and drag them over the curve of my ass, letting them slide down my legs to the floor. Dax and Chase groan again as the room seems to grow several degrees hotter—something that has nothing to do with the rising sun.

  “Fucking hell.”

  I hear Chase release a breath, and a second later, Lincoln rises to his feet behind me and wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me upright again. I let my head fall back against his shoulder, and now the two of us watch as Chase and Dax move around to stand in front of us. Chase drops to his knees, and a little thrill of anticipation runs through me as Dax steps to one side of him, finding the hem of my shirt.

  Linc releases his hold on me long enough to let him tug it over my head, and then Dax lifts my right leg, draping it over his twin’s shoulder. I don’t feel unsteady for a single second as Linc’s body braces mine up and Dax supports me from the side. I could go completely boneless in their arms, and I know I wouldn’t fall.

  Good thing too, because the “boneless” thing is a real possibility. I can already feel my breath coming faster as arousal surges through me.

  “Morning, Low.”

  Dax’s voice still has that just-woke-up rasp to it, and he turns my head to claim a kiss as his brother drags his tongue slowly up my slit. I cry out into his mouth, grinding shamelessly against Chase’s face as the tip of his tongue finds my clit, flicking back and forth in such quick motions that it makes my standing leg shake.

  Fuck, I’m not gonna last long.

  Trying to hold off my orgasm as long as possible, I kiss Dax with everything I have, hooking one hand around his neck while my other reaches behind me to palm Linc’s cock through his shorts.

  The boy behind me grunts, like he’s trying to warn me not to start something I can’t finish. But the warning is entirely unnecessary, because I don’t plan on quitting until I feel each one of these boys come.

  One of Chase’s large hands grips my waist, the other holding onto the leg that’s draped over his shoulder, and when I buck my hips against him, he responds by stiffening his tongue and driving into me. My moan of pleasure falls into Dax’s mouth, and he eats it up.

  Just like his brother is eating me up.

  The three of them have me completely naked in their arms, holding me up as I twist and undulate my hips, working my body against theirs.

  Chase’s tongue is pushing me toward the cliff, about to send me over the edge into a blissful freewill, when another groan sounds behind me.

  And this one isn’t a turned on groan, it’s just… a groan.

  All four of us freeze.

  Dax pulls his lips away from mine, Linc releases the spot on my neck where I’m pretty sure he just left a hickey, and Chase tilts his head to look up at me. His tongue slows its movements but doesn’t stop, slipping over and around my clit in lazy strokes. Jolts of sensation shoot through me with every lick, and I let the boys’ grip on me hold me up as I turn my head, peering around Linc to look at the sole remaining figure on the mattress.

  The twins are usually early risers, springing out of bed alert and ready for action, as if they’ve been mainlining coffee in their sleep. Linc is a pretty sound sleeper, but River? He sleeps like the fucking dead. And when he wakes up, he bears an uncanny resemblance to a zombie for a few moments while he returns to the land of the living.

  Still, if there’s one thing that can wake him up in a hurry, it’s this.

  My gaze locks with his, and at the sight of us, his gray eyes shift from sleepy and cranky to sleepy and turned on in a heartbeat. He can’t even see all of me, but he can see enough to get a clear picture of what’s going on, and he licks his lips, propping himself up on his elbow as he watches intently.

  And that’s what snaps the string holding me back. His gaze.

  His gaze, Chase’s tongue, Dax’s touch, and Linc’s embrace—all of it combined is too much for me to handle, too much for me to survive.

  My leg tightens around the boy kneeling in front of me, pulling him close as I come hard on his face, a slow-building orgasm that plows through me like a steamroller, leaving me gasping and panting.

  Dax’s hands find my breasts, rolling my nipples between his thumb and forefinger, the sharp jab of sensation setting off a new orgasm on the tail of the first.

  When it finally stops, I literally am being held up by the boys. The toes of my standing leg have curled against the hardwood floor, and all my limbs are shaking.

  Chase gently sets my other foot back down. He wipes the wetness from his mouth and chin, then surges to his feet to kiss me, letting me taste myself on his lips.

  This time, River’s low noise behind me is full of desire, and I pull away from Chase long enough to gasp, “Bed! Now!”

  He grins and picks me up, and I lose the warm steel of Linc’s cock in my hand as I’m carried over to the large bed. As soon as my back hits the mattress, the guys are crawling up beside me, shedding their few remaining articles of clothing as they move. River is already naked, and when I scoot to the center of the king-sized bed, he settles between my legs, a look of such awe—such love—in his eyes that it makes my heartbeat stutter.

  The others don’t stop touching me, and everywhere their hands roam, they leave trails of fire across my skin.

  River’s cock nudges my entrance, and when he slides inside me, I tilt my head back, a soft sigh falling from my lips. He feels so good. So perfect.

  I was empty, and now I’m full.

  Everywhere.

  My heart. My body. My mind.

  The four kings have filled up every part of me, right down to my soul.

  River thrusts hard and deep, his tempo picking up speed as he gazes down at me with eyes the color of
a summer storm. But before he comes, he pulls out, breathing hard and fisting his shaft at the base. He leans down to kiss me, teasing my clit with the head of his cock before slipping back inside.

  He repeats that action several more times, and every time he strokes my clit, my body shudders. A few more strokes, and I’m gone. He sees the look on my face, feels me tense up, and slips inside me again, thrusting hard as I clench around him until he comes too.

  He’s out of breath as he drops his head to kiss me, muttering sweet, dirty words against my lips.

  Then he’s gone, moving out of the way as Lincoln takes his place. Linc’s cock is hard as steel, and I know he can feel how turned on I am as he pumps shallowly into my pussy.

  Finally, he surges forward, pulling a guttural groan from me as he starts to fuck me like it’s been months since we’ve done this instead of less than twenty-four hours.

  Dax and Chase are on either side of me, breathing hard as they stroke themselves. But there’s no rule against touching, and since this time they’re close enough for me to reach them, I wrap my fingers around their cocks, brushing their hands out of the way.

  “Oh, fuck, Low.” Chase moves closer so I don’t have strain to reach, his voice a tight whisper.

  “Fuck,” Dax echoes, the sound so raw and primal that it makes me stroke them harder.

  Lincoln leans down, covering my body with his as he kisses me with bruising intensity, our teeth banging together as our tongues collide. When we finally break apart, he rests his forehead against mine, his abs contracting as continues to drive into me.

  “Come for us one more time, baby. Let us see you fall apart.”

  “God…” I groan. “Oh God, I’m so fucking close.”

  “Then let go. We’ve got you. We’ve all got you.”

  He steals another hot kiss and then rises back up, hooking my legs under the knees and using that grip to find the perfect angle, lifting me so my ass is nearly off the mattress. The sight of him above me, neck muscles corded as he works toward his own release, abs and arms taut as he thrusts, makes me whimper with need, and I take it out on the twins, gliding my slippery hands up and down their cocks.

  I’ve probably given better handjobs before, when I’ve been a little less distracted, but they don’t seem to have any complaints. They’re watching my breasts bounce with every one of Linc’s thrusts, and my gaze darts between the blue-green and green-blue of their eyes.

  So different, yet so similar.

  And at the moment, united by a common craving.

  Me.

  My body starts to shake, another orgasm tearing through me like an earthquake, and when River kneels above my head and leans down to kiss me, letting me feel his lips in a whole new way, I lose it entirely.

  I convulse around Linc, and the twins both take over for me again as I lose the ability to coordinate my movements. They jerk themselves off in hard, quick strokes, groaning as they spill ropes of cum over my stomach. A second later, Linc follows them over the edge, cursing in a choked voice as he slams into me twice more, grinding his hips against mine as he pulses inside me.

  We hang suspended in that moment for several long heartbeats as the last waves of pleasure move through us, seeming to travel from me to the boys and back like some sort of electric current.

  Then Linc slides out of me with a satisfied sigh and everyone collapses onto the mattress, breathing hard. River gives me one last kiss, then flops down, his head resting alongside mine.

  I’m a sticky mess. Cum is spread across my stomach and breasts, and I can feel it leaking from me, smearing my thighs. Having four boyfriends, as amazing as it is, isn’t great for staying clean.

  Not that any of the guys mind. Judging by the possessive heat that burns in Linc’s eyes as he rolls over and takes in the sight of me, thoroughly fucked and marked by him and his best friends, he loves it.

  Good. Because I love it too.

  “You missed the sunrise, Low,” he murmurs in a teasing voice.

  “Too bad.” I chuckle. “Guess I’ll just have to try again tomorrow. If I can still walk.”

  Dax gets up a moment later to grab a towel, and he takes his time cleaning me up. I watch him do it, enjoying the moment of sweetness—relishing the way he and the others show me they care for me so many little ways.

  We laze around for a while longer, luxuriating in the fact that there’s nothing we have to do today. Then, slowly, we get up and shower, throwing on swimsuits before grabbing coffee and some leftover food from yesterday.

  It’s late morning by the time we step outside and head down to the water. The sun has warmed the beach, making the shifting sand sting the bottoms of my feet, and when we’re halfway to the ocean’s edge, Chase sets down his towel and sunglasses and turns to waggle his eyebrows at me.

  “Race you.”

  He charges toward the water, and I throw my stuff down with a whooping laugh, racing after him. The cold surf bites against my skin as I hit the water, but I don’t let it stop me, running through the shallow waves until it’s deep enough to dive under.

  The chilly water all around me is a shock to my system, banishing any last shreds of sleepiness from our lazy morning. When I break the surface, I slick my hair back, laughing and gasping as sunlight hits my face.

  Chase pops up next to me. The water is still shallow enough here that my feet can find the sandy bottom, and the rolling waves hit my body at mid-chest. Ocean water darkens Chase’s coppery hair, making it gleam bronze in the sunlight. He steps toward me as the other three boys wade into the surf around us, reaching out to brush a wet strand of hair off my cheek.

  Then his gaze moves lower, and his hand moves down to drift over the port scar on my chest, the pink line that serves as a constant reminder of my childhood cancer. He knows what it is now. All the guys do.

  And River was right.

  None of them look at me like I’m broken.

  Unconsciously, my hand mirrors his movement, finding the scar from the bullet wound on his chest. It sits in almost the exact same place on his body as my scar does on mine, his own reminder of his brush with death.

  Our hands slide over each other’s wet skin, tracing each other’s scars—and, okay, maybe taking the excuse to feel each other up a little bit while we’re at it.

  Then Chase’s fingers move again, tilting my chin up so he can meet my gaze.

  “Hey,” he murmurs, his smile beaming brighter than the sun that dapples the water with glittering points of light. “We’re alive.”

  “Fuck yeah, we are.”

  I press up onto my tiptoes to kiss him, letting the salty water help hold me up. His skin is cold from the water, just like mine is, but his lips are warm, and he smells like the ocean and peppermint toothpaste.

  He’s alive.

  So am I.

  Death defined so much of this past year, but it’s not what has to define us going forward.

  Iris, Judge Hollowell, Niles D’Amato—their lives were cut short. They’re all gone from this earth, frozen in time and existing only in memories, both the good and the awful.

  But we’re not.

  The kings and I are still here, moving and living and breathing. Changing. Growing together. Arguing and laughing and fucking and figuring our shit out.

  The future stretches out before us, a blank canvas for us to paint on with all the messy colors of life.

  But for today, we’ll just swim.

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