Sunlight filters through the slatted blinds, and my eyes flutter open. I’m still sleepy and it takes me a moment to remember where I am. Then the smell of the sea and suntan lotion reminds me. I’m in Thailand on holiday with my men, Nisha, and Calum. We’ve been here a week now and each new day has been more perfect than the last. We’ve spent all week staying in the resort whilst Max, Bryce and Hudson have attended meetings. They’ve taken it in turns spending the day with me whilst the other two do business. Today it’s Max’s turn. Funnily enough, even though none had wanted to start my rota idea, it has been happening naturally. It’s been utterly blissful being able to spend quality time with each of my men during the day, then gathering together in the afternoon. I spend a lot of time with each of them in bed, and though that is wonderful in itself, I do feel slightly guilty about it. There’s so much to explore, to see.

“What are the plans for today?” I mumble, turning over in bed. Max is lying next to me, his arms tucked behind his head. On the side table next to him, the digital clock says it’s eleven thirty am.

“Is that the time? We should get up, it’s almost lunchtime.”

“Hey, there’s no rush. You’re on holiday, remember.”

“I know, but it doesn’t feel right wasting so much time in the bedroom when we’ve got all of that beauty outside.”

“Wasting time? I’ve never had anyone say that sex with me is a waste of time.” He crosses his arms across his chest in mock defence.

“You know I didn’t mean it like that,” I say.

He chuckles, pulling me into his arms. “I’m not sure I do. Perhaps I need to show you again what great sex feels like.”

“What, after last night? I’m not sure my body can take any more. Where are Bryce and Hud anyway?” I ask.

“They left for Railay a couple of hours ago. They’ve gone rock climbing. Do you fancy joining them?”

“I thought they’d gone to a meeting?”

“They did, but it was over quicker than they’d anticipated so they decided to take a trip over there.”

“If I’d known their plans, I would’ve made sure I said goodbye before they left.” A strange feeling of unease settles in my chest. I’d woken up in the early hours of the morning to a nightmare that had kept me up half the night.

“They didn’t want to disturb you. You okay?” Max asks.

“Yes, of course. I didn’t sleep brilliantly, that’s all, and I’ve got a bit of a headache coming on.”

“Well, all the more reason you should be staying in bed… with me. I’ll get rid of that headache.” Max pushes me onto my back and kisses me. “What do you say, Icy?” he asks, wiggling his eyebrows.

I laugh. “I suppose a few more minutes won’t hurt.”

He pulls his head back sharply. “A few minutes? Icy, you know that I’m the one with all the stamina, right,” he jokes.

“Don’t let Bryce or Hudson hear you say that.”

“Hey, it’s not my fault they’re one-minute wonders.”

I giggle, pulling him in for another kiss.

* * *

An hour later, we are both lazing by our private pool. Max is on a sun lounger topping up his tan, and I am sitting on the edge of the pool, my legs dangling in the water. There isn’t a cloud in the sky and the sun is blazing. Sweat rolls down my chest, pooling in my belly button. I slide into the water, revelling in its coolness. It’s not so cold that it takes my breath away, but cool enough to be refreshing. I swim to the opposite side and pull myself up onto the sunken seating area. The water here is warmer, given it’s not as deep as the main portion of the pool.

“What time do you think Hudson and Bryce will be back?”

Max sits up on his sunbed and takes a drink of his pineapple juice. The ice cubes chink against the side of the glass.

“Not until late afternoon, I reckon.”

“What about you? You didn’t want to partake in the madness?”

Max gets up and strolls over to the pool. He makes a perfect dive into the water, surfacing just in front of me. Small pearls of water roll off his oiled skin as he pushes his hair back off his face.

“The only sport I’m into, aside from skiing, is making love to you, Icy,” he says, placing his hands on the ledge either side of my hips. I can feel his hands slide around my thighs. “Why do you think I opted to stay behind today?”

“I’m a sport now, am I?” I whisper, placing my fingers against his chest, the familiar pull of his sexual prowess luring me in. I can’t help but touch him.

“A really fun one,” he jokes as he presses a kiss against my lips. Max tastes as exotic as he looks, with his bronzed skin and dark eyes. Our kiss soon becomes hungry. The desire we have for one another is unmistakable. That, alongside our love, makes quite an intoxicating combination. I slide my hands over his chest, loving the smooth feel of his skin.

“Icy, I can’t keep my hands off you.”

“I don’t want you to keep your hands off me, Max. I want you, all of you. All of the time.”

“My, that’s a little greedy, isn’t it?”

“What can I say, I have a large appetite.”

“It’s just as well.” He grins, the white of his teeth startling against his tan. In this light, his dark brown eyes glimmer like Tourmaline gemstones.

“Our job is to satiate that appetite and, given Bryce and Hud are busy being Spiderman right now, I guess it’s my job today.” He leans over, pulling the tie of my bikini strap at my neck.

“What are you doing, Max?” I ask, knowing perfectly well where this is going.

“Just helping you get a more even tan,” he says, pressing a soft kiss against my collar bone whilst his hands smooth around my back and untie the string there too. The bikini top falls away into the water. I watch it float for a moment, then sink slowly beneath the surface.

“You’ve fulfilled your quota already today, I think,” I say, recalling our lovemaking from not more than an hour earlier. “Besides, I do kind of fancy a boat trip to Railay. It’ll be good to surprise Bryce and Hudson.”

“I’ve already ordered a boat. We’ve got an hour,” Max says, bringing his hands around to cup my breasts. My mouth parts as he presses the pad of his thumbs against my nipples. He captures my bottom lip gently in his teeth.

“Another hour, eh? I’ll need to get ready.”

“I love your mouth,” he says, ignoring my remark. Clearly there is only one thing on Max’s mind right now.

“I know, Max,” I say with a small laugh.

He chuckles. “You probably have the best lips I’ve ever had the pleasure of kissing.”

“Probably?”

“Scratch that. You have the best fucking mouth, the fullest, most kissable lips.” Max runs a finger over my bottom lip, pulling at it gently, then he slips his finger into my parted mouth.

“You’re so damn beautiful, Icy. Fuck, I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.”

He bends over, lowering his mouth over mine. He groans, the sound of his adoration intoxicating.

“Jester,” I whimper, gripping the back of his head, encouraging him to deepen the kiss. Damn it to hell, we do have an hour to kill. May as well make the most of it. I swear I have literally no resolve around these men.

Max releases me from his teasing mouth, places his arms on the side of the pool and climbs out of the water. He leans down, holding his hands out to me. I take them, and he lifts me up with ease.

“This needs to be taken to the bedroom, Icy,” he says. Then he bends over, scoops me up and throws me over his shoulder.

“Hey,” I squeal, giggling with delight. Thank God there’s a private beach behind us with no one on it, otherwise the other holiday makers would be very entertained right about now. Max slaps me playfully on the arse and strides towards the bedroom. He doesn’t lie me down on the bed as I expect. Instead he places me on my feet and backs me against the wall.

“I need to fuck you,” he grinds out, pressing a hard kiss against my lips.

“So, what are you waiting for?” I ask, trailing my fingers through his hair.

Max pulls at the ties of my bikini bottoms and rips them from me before he slides down his own swim shorts. His hand curves over my arse and along the back of my thigh, lifting it up. I hook my leg around his waist, the other still on the floor. Then he pushes into me with one quick thrust. We fuck, and it is hot and frantic and goddamn sexy. Max kisses me the whole time, only removing his lips from mine when he calls my name as he comes. Then he rests his head against my shoulder, breathing deeply, waiting for his pulse to return to a steady beat.

“Damn it, Icy,” he says, slowly pulling out of me.

He presses a sweet kiss against my lips and takes my hand, walking with me into the bathroom. He turns on the shower and we step under the spray. I allow him to wash me, my body, my hair. He is exceedingly gentle as he massages my scalp. Then, once he’s done, he kneels in front of me and takes me in his mouth. It isn’t long before I’m screaming his name too.