Part of me wondered if they would all be asleep as I pushed open the connecting door between our rooms. I had taken forever in the shower, drying off, and sliding into the cutest pair of panties I had packed, as I tried to make my decision. It would absolutely be my luck that these three hot, sexy men came to their senses and crashed to sleep, and all of this was just a delusion brought on by sunstroke.

I shook my head, trying to let my eyes adjust. Focus, Em! Hard hands wrapped around my waist, pulling me back against a muscled abdomen and I couldn’t hold in the squeak of surprise that left my mouth.

“Who are you looking for, pretty girl?” Max’s words were almost a purr as he nuzzled my ear. I whimpered as he scraped his teeth against the ridge of my throat, snaking his tongue over the sensitive skin.

“All of you.” The words fell from my lips and I felt my stomach tighten with nerves as I waited for the response. Max’s chuckle was dark as he bit down on my neck again.

“You sure about this, Emily?” Alex had stepped forward now, taking my hand as Max held me protectively against him. “We don’t ever want you feeling forced.”

I snorted. “You’re all sexy as hell and I haven’t had sex in…” I trailed off, unwilling to finish that sentence.

Troy cupped my chin, brushing his lips lightly over mine. “Finish the sentence, Emmie. How long have you been wanting?” His fingers brushed the curve of my breast and I arched into them, only for him to pull away.

“Eight years,” I admitted quietly, hoping that he would stop the torment and resume touching me. All three hissed in air around me, apparently shocked by that number.

“Well then, I guess we have quite a bit of time to make up for.” Troy's fingers began stroking me again, just the barest brush of pressure over the curves of my breasts, testing the weight of them before going back to gentle strokes.

“Any other reason besides an ungodly long dry spell? Of course, you thinking we’re sexy as hell doesn’t hurt anything.” The humor was clear in Max’s voice.

“I’ve only ever been with my ex. I want the chance to try this. To see if it works for me. Hell, just to say that I did it. I like all of you, I’m attracted to all of you, so I figured, what the hell. You’re offering, let’s see what happens.” The words tumbled out of me in a rush and I could feel all of their eyes on me even though the room was dark.

“We’ll make it good for you,” Alex assured me, tugging on my hand, trying to get Max to release me so that he could lead me to the bed. I heard him fumbling for the light and I quickly interrupted.

“Could we do this with the light off?” I was slightly embarrassed at the request and more than a bit pissed at myself. I would have liked to see their sexy bodies up close, but I would have to make do with touch and taste. “I haven’t done this in a while and it would just be a little easier.” I tried to explain away my discomfort at them seeing me.

“Whatever you need, Emily.” Alex’s voice was slightly hesitant, as if he actually had wanted to see me. I couldn’t relent though. I wanted to enjoy tonight, etch it into my memory, and all I would be doing with the light on would be worrying about how I looked to them. I didn’t even know how we were going to coordinate all of these bodies or if they just wanted to take turns.

“So, um, how does this work?” I voiced the question though I felt foolish for asking.

“What do you mean?” Max rubbed at my shoulders as Troy turned his attention back to my breasts. My skin was already tingling at the attention and the sensation of multiple hands on me at one time.

“Do we, like, take turns?” I nearly giggled as I thought about it. “Is it choreographed?” All three men chuckled as well, amused by my antics.

“We just go with the flow,” Troy stated, leaning down to run his tongue across the same path his fingers had followed, causing me to shiver.

“Right now, we just want to please you. Does that work for you?” Alex asked. I rolled my eyes, though I knew they couldn’t see. Three incredible men offering to please me, stating they wanted to please me, yeah that definitely worked for me. I murmured an agreeing noise as Troy’s tongue snaked around my nipple.

“Lie down, Em,” Max whispered in my ear. I used the faint light and my sense of touch to climb onto the bed. I could see the darker black of their bodies shifting in the light as they adjusted themselves around the bed. I had been brave coming back here, braver still in only wearing a pair of panties as a barrier. I regretted that now, though, as three sets of hands began to set me on fire, stroking, squeezing, touching, and teasing. In the dark, it was impossible to tell whose hands were whose and I was simply at their mercy. I groaned as a mouth closed on my breast, sucking lightly at the skin. Threading my fingers into thick hair, I realized it was Alex.

“You feel incredible.” Troy’s voice was a husky whisper as he leaned over to capture my mouth, his tongue tangling with mine in a deep kiss, his hand cupping the side of my head to tug me closer to him. He pulled his mouth from mine, his lips descending down my neck, nipping and sucking a path to my collarbone; his tongue worked in quick flicks to soothe the sting of the nips.

Hands stroked my stomach and I tensed slightly, grateful that they couldn’t see what was under their hands. “Oh, this won’t do at all,” Max murmured. I froze for a moment, thinking he meant he wanted me out of their bed, that he’d made a mistake inviting me. Instead, he tugged at the panties I was wearing. “I thought you were completely bare, Em. I hadn’t realized you still had clothes on. How do you expect us to rock your world if you insist on wearing panties?”

I relaxed back into the mattress, squirming at the incredible sensation of two active, enthusiastic mouths on my body at one time. Alex chuckled as he slid his tongue under my breast and back up to my nipple again. “You like what we do to you?” He murmured the words and I nodded on a gasp as he sucked my nipple into his mouth, flicking it rapidly with his tongue. Hands stroked down my thighs, massaging my feet and my legs, relaxing me even as they wound me higher with their continued torment.

Slowly, fingers teased up my legs, tracing the back of my knees and causing me to jerk at the tickling sensation. From the way Max chuckled I assumed it was him who had found that spot. Troy’s mouth continued down over my collarbone, focusing on the breast that wasn’t currently experiencing Alex’s ministrations. I could only whimper as he began to tug and roll my nipple between his fingers, his rhythm alternating with Alex’s and making my back come off of the bed as I arched into their hands and mouths. Fingers teased the tops of my thighs, trailing over the sensitive skin and pushing my legs open wider. Murmurs of agreement from Alex and Troy seemed to indicate they approved of my prone position.

Fingers continued their tease, brushing lightly over me before moving back to my thighs, the torment happening again and again while I searched for release from the pressure building inside of me as I thrust my hips up against the fingers tormenting me.

“Ready for more?” Troy’s husky voice was amused.

“Yes!” I arched again as the teasing mouths and fingers stroked me higher and higher.

I groaned, loud and long, as fingers finally slid into me, the burn of the stretch outweighed by the extreme pleasure they provided. Alex’s mouth covered mine, our tongues twining , his lips soft and heated as his hands tangled in my hair. “That’s it, Emily,” he murmured. “Enjoy what we do to you.” I was helpless to refuse, a puddle under their continued ministrations. My hands reached out, enjoying the play of soft skin over solid muscle as I stroked over backs, arms, chests, and abdomens; each chiseled and hard as a rock. The fingers withdrew and I whimpered, so close to coming and yet denied.

“We’ve got you, Emmie.” Troy’s voice was soft as he shaped and molded my breast. “Just let yourself feel.” I couldn’t have resisted if I wanted to. A hot, soft mouth replaced the fingers, and I groaned as Max licked and sucked, sliding his tongue across me and circling my clit with firm strokes.

“Please.” I breathed the word out on a sigh, my body aching as I writhed under the pleasure they were providing.

Max’s tongue sped up, stroking me faster as Alex and Troy focused on my breasts. Max’s tongue dove inside me, and I groaned, my orgasm hit me hard as my body coiled and relaxed into the bed as they slowed their movements. “Felt good, hm, Em?” Max asked, his voice triumphant enough I was sure he was smirking at having given me my first orgasm.

“Mm-mm,” I mumbled, unable to form words yet as I enjoyed the haze of endorphins flooding my body. Bodies shuffled as they curled against me.

“Let’s get some sleep.” Alex’s husky voice was a murmur in my ear as his fingers stroked my hair. I was already half drifting after a long day and the best orgasm I’d had in my life, yet I widened my eyes, trying to wake myself up.

“It’s your turn now.” I wasn’t quite sure how I could manage to get three guys off at once, but I was definitely willing to try.

“We wanted to please you, Emmie, remember?” Troy’s warm and soft voice rolled over me again. “It’s not a give and take, not a balancing act. We just wanted you.”

“Sleep, Em. There’s plenty more time in our future.” Max’s voice was slightly slurred. Apparently, the day was hitting him hard. I grumbled but complied, letting their deep breathing help me fall into sleep.

Sunlight on my face, and the desperate need to pee woke me early. Max had fallen on the floor at some point during the night, stretched out on his back with a corner of the blanket tossed over him. Alex was curled on his side, his hand palming my hip, his breathing still deep and even. Troy was sprawled on his stomach, his arm draped across my breasts, nearly pushing Alex and me off of the queen size bed. It definitely hadn’t been intended for group sex—or group sleeping for that matter.

I carefully slid Alex’s hand to the bed and tried to slip from Troy’s possessive grasp without moving him too much. Both men stirred slightly but resumed their deep sleep easily. I crept into the adjoining room, pausing to appreciate all the gorgeous, naked flesh on display, before closing the door with a soft click so my moving about wouldn’t wake them. I used the bathroom and took a quick shower, pulling on shorts and a t-shirt. I wasn’t sure if the guys would still want to do the waterpark today, but I knew I wasn’t brave enough after last night to face them naked. I grabbed my cell from the nightstand, and saw that I had five missed calls and half a dozen texts from Jenna.

Did the condoms come in handy? How were they? Are three of them easy to take? Tell me you had fun! Details, woman!

I shook my head, completely exasperated, before texting back. Last night was amazing. That’s all you’re getting.

My phone vibrated and I answered with a sigh, knowing that she wouldn’t be put off and would simply continue to dial until I talked to her.

“What?” I hissed the word, keeping my voice low.

“Details, woman. I need details.” Jenna spoke in an exaggerated drawl.

I wrinkled my nose, making a face even though Jenna couldn’t see me. “That’s just weird, Jen. I’m your sister, why would you want details?”

“Pfft.” Jenna blew out. “I tell you about my experiences.”

“Yeah, you tell, I don’t ask. Big difference.” I flopped back on the bed, not used to the morning afterglow keeping my joints loose and my body tender.

“You know you want to talk about it,” Jenna wheedled. I grunted my acknowledgment, glancing at the door to ensure it was still closed. “Come on, you said it was amazing. Don’t go into the gory if you don’t want to, but share a bit. How many times did you get off?” I could hear her glee in the question.

“Once.” I smiled, stretching my body and basking in the soreness.

“Oh.” Jenna sounded disappointed. “Well, that’s something I guess.”

I hesitated for a minute before adding, “Have you ever gotten off so hard that you lose the ability to speak and you have aftershocks for ages and your whole body just feels like it’s lit up like a Christmas tree? The one was really, really good. Plus, not all women can come more than once. We aren’t all as lucky as you, Jen.”

“Oh, don’t I know it. Well, it definitely sounds like they took care of you. Did you take care of them?”

“They wouldn’t let me,” I admitted grudgingly. “They said the deal was to make me feel good, and everyone was wiped out by the time we finished. We all just kind of crashed at that point.”

“Wow.” Jenna sounded impressed. “They must really be into you if they didn’t expect reciprocation.”

“I’m not sure what to do now, though,” I confessed, wishing I was talking to her in person so I could fiddle with my phone and give my hands something to do. I settled for playing with the ends of my hair, putting in little braids and twists while I held the phone between my cheek and shoulder. “I don’t know if things between us changed after last night, or if they did in a positive way. I mean, now we’re potentially dating and we’re, I don’t know, friends with benefits. I don't regret it, mind you.” I hurried to add. “I just don’t know the procedure. I mean, there’s three of them! It’s not like I can wake them all up with a blow job.” Jenna snorted out a laugh. “I’m serious. It’s been so long since I’ve been with a guy, I don’t know the protocol anymore. Do I owe them for last night? Are we still supposed to go to the waterpark today?”

“First of all, breathe,” Jenna ordered. “Of course you don’t owe them anything. If you want to reciprocate this morning, that’s between you and them. If you had plans for the day, assume they’re still on the books. You guys are keeping it light, waiting to start the actual dating when you get home. Just think of last night as a positive memory, a bonding experience. Plus, now there’s absolutely no question as to whether you’re sexually compatible.”

It was my turn to snort. “Yeah, right, like that was even a question. You’ve seen the three of them. Did you really think last night would be bad?”

“Em, just cause they’re hot as hell it does not guarantee a good experience, trust me. Some of the hottest people I’ve been with have been the absolute worst in bed. They assume since it’s easy to get people into it, they can be selfish or don’t have to put in any effort. Don’t get me started on people who kiss like frogs or don’t understand personal hygiene.” Yikes, that sounded—well, gross.

“That’s… unfortunate.” I wasn’t really sure what word to put in there.

“It happens to the best of us. Lucky you, all three were not only hot but knew what they were doing. Talk about hitting the jackpot, girly. You need a lottery ticket asap.”

The door opened and Max stepped in, raising a brow when he saw me on the phone. “Jen, I’ve got to go.”

“Ah, one of the sexy beasts has awoken. Check in when you get home, okay?” Jen chuckled.

“Will do.” I hung up the phone, tossing it onto the nightstand as I sat up. Max had, sadly for me, pulled on a shirt and shorts, similar to what I was wearing.

“You disappeared on us, pretty girl. I’d planned on waking you up in style.” His voice was teasing and his smile wide.

“I’m sure you were, you were out like a light.” I grinned in response to his nonchalant shrug.

“What can I say, pretty girl. You wore me out.” He lounged on the bed next to me, stroking his fingers down my cheek. “You know though, there’s one thing I missed out on last night.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Hey, I offered.”

Max chuckled, shaking his head at me. “Not that, goofball. Though, believe me, if you ever want to in the future I would love to play again.” His eyes heated as he watched me closely. “I didn’t get a chance to kiss you.”

“I thought your mouth was fairly active.” My voice was breathier than I intended as I threw out the comment, hoping to see his grin again. I wasn’t disappointed.

“I think you liked how active my mouth was.” He leaned closer, his hand massaging my neck.

“Oh, I definitely did.” That was an understatement. “Maybe we can rectify that issue, though?” I offered, leaning into him. His mouth pressed against mine in light, teasing brushes. His hand cradled my neck, tilting my head for better access as he slowly deepened the kiss, his tongue playful as he twisted it with mine, his mouth growing harder as he pulled me flush against him.

“That’s how to say good morning.” He whispered against my lips as he pulled back, leaning his forehead to mine. I could only try to catch my breath after being kissed that thoroughly.

“I’d say.” Troy’s grumble came from the doorway. His eyes were still bleary with sleep, his chocolate hair tousled as he studied us. “You weren’t there when I woke up.” His eyes were on me, and despite the cool tone, I could see a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth.

“Not my fault you’re a late riser.” I stuck my tongue out and he growled. Unlike Max, he hadn’t bothered to get dressed yet. Troy wore only boxers, so I could see his stomach and well-muscled thighs.

“Ready to hit the waterpark?” Alex called from the adjoining room, and I smiled. All of them were up and around, and from what I could tell none of them were weirded out by the situation.

“I’m ready if you are,” I called back.

“Can you swim?” Trust Troy to question that issue.

“I’ve got three kids. Learning to swim was a necessity. I swear kids are drawn to the water.” I could only chuckle, glancing at my phone again.

“I know it’s early there, but if you want to take some time to call them, you know we won’t get in the way, right?” Max offered, rubbing my back to try and release the tension.

My smile wasn’t quite as bright as I wanted it, but at least it was there. “I know. They're not awake yet, anyhow, and I texted them from the park yesterday.”

“We’ll just have to keep you distracted,” Troy spoke up.

“I think that’s a plan.” I jumped up from the bed, holding out a hand for Max as well. “Come on, lazybones. Let’s get a move on, those waterslides won’t wait.”