Chapter 23: The Lake House

By ten o'clock the boxes were still in the hall and the stove was working.

The bed in the big room had been pushed against the window over the lake.

Dean and Drake had bought it together in two days.

It was wide enough for five.

I stood at the foot of it in the dark with the moon on the water behind the glass.

Four men stood in a ring around me, waiting.

"Tonight I'm the one who says," I said.

Nobody argued.

"Clothes off. All of you."

They obeyed so fast that Gabe tripped on a sleeve.

I took my time with my own.

I pulled my shirt over my head, stepped out of my shorts, and let them look.

Dean made a low sound.

"On the bed," I said. "Drake, in the middle, on your back."

Drake lay down with his hands behind his head.

He was already hard, and his eyes were on me, grey and steady.

"Dean, at the headboard. Sit up."

Dean slid back against the pillows.

"Finley on my left. Gabe on my right."

"Where are you?" Gabe asked.

"Everywhere."

I climbed onto the bed and straddled Drake's hips.

I took his cock in my hand, and rubbed the head of him against my wet pussy until we were both breathing hard.

Then I sank down on him, slowly, all the way.

He closed his eyes.

"Open them," I said.

He did.

I put my hands flat on his chest and began to rock.

"Dean, come here."

He shifted up on his knees beside us, huge and flushed.

I turned my head and took his cock into my mouth, and he gripped the headboard.

"Fuck," he said, soft and ragged. "Cal. Fuck."

On my left, Finley's long fingers settled on my breast.

On my right, Gabe's mouth found my shoulder and the line of my spine.

I felt every one of them.

Drake thrust up into me in a slow, steady rhythm, matching my rocking, and I moaned around Dean.

"Finley," I said, pulling off, wet-lipped. "Touch my clit."

He slid his hand between my thighs.

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