Chapter 22: All Four

On Wednesday night, the four Garrisons stood in the bedroom of the rented house.

None of them knew where to put their hands.

They had pushed two mattresses together on the floor, and Boone had found sheets that were almost the same color.

Mara closed the door behind her and leaned on it.

"Look at you," she said. "Four grown men with the same face."

"Which one?" Dean asked.

"Terrified."

Nash laughed, and the tension broke.

"I'll go over the rules once," she said.

"Here we go," Dean said.

"Nobody decides for me. Nobody touches me unless I start it. Anyone who lies is out."

"Yes, ma'am," Boone said.

"And tonight I start it. All of it."

She crossed the floor and stopped in front of Wyatt.

She took his face in her hands and kissed him, slowly, until his big hands settled on her waist.

Then she turned her head.

"Dean."

He was already there, at her back, with his mouth against her neck.

"Nash. Boone. Come here."

They came.

Four pairs of hands began to take her clothes off, and none of them hurried.

Her shirt went over her head, and Boone's palms spanned her ribs.

Her bra came away, and Nash's mouth closed over one nipple while Dean's fingers found the other.

She gasped and arched, and Wyatt caught her mouth again and swallowed the sound.

Her jeans hit the floor.

Dean knelt and put his mouth between her thighs, and her knees went.

"I've got you," Boone murmured, and held her up against his chest with one arm.

"Dean," she moaned. "Oh God."

"I'm right here."

He licked her slowly, then fast, then slow, and his fingers slid in and curled.

She came in under a minute, with a cry that shook the window.

They laid her back on the mattresses and stood over her, four men breathing hard, and she looked up at them.

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