We land in Bangkok exactly eleven hours later, no head wind and a talented pilot has us arriving ahead of schedule. Apart from my rather enjoyable encounter in the bathroom with Bryce, the rest of the flight was uneventful. I slept a little, chatted with each of my men, ate some food, read some more and watched a couple of movies. Soon we were over the mainland and making our descent to the runway. Now, as I step off the plane into the midday sun, the intense heat and humidity hits me immediately. I instantly regret my decision to wear jeans.

“Holy cow, Louisa, it’s so hot!” Nisha says, linking her arm through mine as we walk across the asphalt. A shuttle bus is waiting for us, and we all pile on it. Inside it has plush, cream leather seats and air conditioning. We are the only passengers. Everyone else on the flight is heading to two not-so-new-looking buses.

“Welcome to Bangkok,” says the driver in perfect English. He is wearing a suit and a pleasant smile. “I understand you have a connecting flight to Krabi International airport.”

“That’s correct. It leaves in about an hour,” Hudson confirms.

“Plenty of time to have your passports checked and your baggage transferred,” the driver explains with a polite nod of his head. “Please relax while I take you on the next part of your journey.”

Nisha grins at Calum, who is unbuttoning the top two buttons of his shirt. “This is the best fun I’ve had in years,” she says.

Calum chuckles. “What, travelling in this shuttle bus?”

“Yep, that and flying. I mean, it’s so exciting.” Nisha talks animatedly for the rest of the short ride to the terminal. I, however, am feeling wrecked. I might have slept a little, but not nearly long enough. Max is sitting beside me, and I lean into his arms.

“Hey, you feeling alright, Icy?”

“More like melty,” I quip.

Max chuckles. “It’s not too much longer. A short wait for the plane, maybe an hour’s flight, then another hour’s journey to the resort. It’ll be worth it, I promise.”

“I know it will.”

“Once we arrive at the resort you can relax.”

“I’m looking forward to it,” I say as I run my finger down the tattoo on his arm. I have the sudden urge to run the tip of my tongue along its length. The heat is most definitely getting to me.

After getting our passports and visas checked there is very little time until we need to board our connecting flight to Krabi. The flight is short and before long we are landing once again. By the time we leave the airport I am beyond exhausted. Even Nisha has lost a little of her enthusiasm. Two taxis have been arranged to collect us. A car for Nisha and Calum, and a seven-seater for us. Both are luxurious. I climb into the vehicle and sit next to Hudson this time. He doesn’t strike up conversation, he simply pulls my head into his lap, and lifts my feet up onto the seat.

“Sleep a little. You look done in,” he says, swiping my hair back from my face.

I don’t sleep. I doze. Somewhere between unconsciousness and wakefulness I dream of white sandy beaches, clear azure waters and three very naked men.

“Baby, we’ve arrived.” Hudson’s voice filters into my thoughts, and my eyes flutter open. Sitting up, I blink back the suddenly bright sunlight that glares just beyond the open door. Shading my eyes with my hand, I wait for them to adjust to the light. Bryce is talking to a Thai gentleman dressed in a white linen suit, who in turn instructs a young man to collect our luggage. Within a minute they are stacked on a gold luggage trolley and are being taken away, presumably to our accommodation for the next couple of nights.

“Let’s get you to our bungalow,” Hudson says, pressing a kiss against my cheek. He gets out of the car, and I follow him. The temperature here is cooler, but not by a great deal. Less humid, I guess. I can smell the freshness of the air, and the salt of the sea just beyond the line of trees that run along the grounds of the complex. The main hotel is a double-story white building. It is far more modern than I’d expected and sits in well-tended gardens with beautiful exotic flowers brightening the borders. Nisha and Calum’s car pulls up, and the door is flung open. Nisha steps out, squealing in excitement.

“Lou, look at this place. Isn’t it beautiful!” she says, twirling on her feet.

Hudson takes my hand in his, whilst Max flanks me. I give him a tired smile and he raises his hand, resting it against the base of my neck. Max’s hands are surprisingly cool.

“It’s gorgeous, Nisha.”

“I can’t wait to take a look around.” She glances over her shoulder and points through the line of trees. “Is that the beach?”

“Yes, a private beach for the residents of the complex,” Calum explains, his eyes twinkling with happiness. He looks at Nisha adoringly.

“Can we go to the beach? I’m dying to see the sea. I want to know whether the water is actually the colour of topaz and the sand the colour of linen.” She’s practically bouncing up and down.

“Sure, why not,” Calum says. “Do you guys want to come?”

Hudson looks at me and I must appear as exhausted as I feel because he shakes his head. “You guys go, we’ll catch you later at dinner.”

“No problem.”

“Before you go, take the key to your bungalow,” Bryce says, throwing him the set. Calum catches them. “Your bungalow is in the eastern portion of the complex by the spa. Ours is next door. Have fun.”

“See you at dinner,” Calum says, smiling.

“She’s like a kid who’s had too many sweets,” Max jokes as we watch Nisha practically drag Calum towards the shore. Calum appears to be enjoying himself thoroughly.

“Nisha’s excited. It’s not every day people like us get to holiday in places like this.”

“People like us… What do you mean by that?” Bryce asks, frowning.

“By people, I mean Nisha and me. You guys aren’t included in that sweeping statement.”

Bryce is still frowning. In fact, Max and Hudson are giving me a funny look too. “You know what I mean. I wasn’t trying to offend anyone,” I mumble.

“Come on, let’s get Louisa to the bungalow,” Max says, breaking the tension.

Seemingly out of nowhere, another member of the hotel staff appears with a tray of delicious-looking drinks. He offers me one and I take a sip. It’s fresh pineapple mixed with coconut juice and is delicious.

“Thank you,” I say.

Once Max, Bryce and Hudson have all helped themselves to a drink as well, we follow the concierge to our accommodation. We take a stone path around the main hotel lobby area and beyond through more beautiful sculptured gardens. Everything is lush and green and there are even more exotic flowers growing along the path. I see little red flowers with white centres growing up from the ground, and above us bright yellow flowers hang in golden showers. We head past a gap in the trees, where another path cuts across us and leads to the white sandy beach beyond. I stop, momentarily taken aback by the stunning view. Paradise, that’s what this place is. Dotted along the beach are sun loungers covered by parasols. There are even a few hammocks hanging from some of the palm trees. In the distance I can just about make out a familiar-looking couple strolling hand in hand along the shore. Nisha has her trousers rolled up and is walking through the surf. I can hear her laughter over the waves lapping against the shore. It makes me smile.

“Hey, baby, you happy?” Hudson asks me.

I turn to face him. “Thank you for bringing me here. It’s beautiful.”

He takes my hand. “Thank you for coming, you’re beautiful,” he says in response. We catch up with Max and Bryce. There are a few holiday makers milling around; couples in swimsuits and sarongs, holding hands as they wander to the beach, couples sitting at tables, served by waiters and waitresses in pristine white uniforms. Interestingly, I don’t see any children.

“Is this resort for adults only?”

“That’s right. I love kids, but I don’t want to hear them screeching while I’m trying to… relax,” Hudson says.

“You love kids, eh?”

“Does that surprise you?” he asks.

“Honestly, yes, a little.”

“Why?”

“I just figured kids weren’t on your agenda.”

He gives me a lopsided look. “They weren’t until recently.”

“What changed?”

“You changed me. Now, I can see myself being a dad. I want to be.”

“Wow. I’m not sure what to say to that.” I glance at Max and Bryce, who are chatting up ahead of us. I wonder what they think of fatherhood, whether they want children too. Is this something we could do? Or would it become too complicated, given our unusual relationship.

“Something to chat about another time, maybe?” Hudson says, noting my thoughtful look.

“Yeah, another time,” I agree.

Eventually, the concierge brings us to our bungalow. I should have known it wouldn’t be a small hut made of wood, which is exactly how I’ve been imagining it. Our bungalow is more like a mini hotel with a wide, open porch, and a steepled roof edged in gold that reminds me of the temples found here in Thailand. It is built with dark mahogany, instead of the rough wood of the rustic Petite Cabane in France.

Bryce hands the concierge a few notes, whose eyes widen in appreciation at the amount. He places his hands together in a prayer position, bowing slightly before walking off back towards the main building.

“So, what do you think?” Max asks me as Hudson and I join him and Bryce on the porch. I look at him, a feeling of contentment settling in my chest.

“I think you are all wonderful,” I say, throwing my arms around his neck and kissing him on the mouth. “This place is beyond anything I ever imagined. I can’t believe you own it!”

Max grins. “It is pretty special, isn’t it?”

“It’s amazing! I can barely take it all in.”

“Well, there’s more through here. Come on inside and take a look at the most exclusive bungalow on the resort,” Bryce says, holding the door open for me. I step into the bungalow and stop in my tracks.

“Holy shit,” I say.

Inside the bungalow is light and airy with high vaulted ceilings, white walls and shiny, dark wood floors. The whole back wall of the bungalow is open, where two large concertina doors have been pushed back. Beyond is a decked area and a large infinity pool with views out onto the beach beyond. The pool has high walls either side, blocking any prying eyes from neighbouring bungalows and focussing the eye on the turquoise water.

“Where is everyone?” I ask, noticing that this part of the beach is surprisingly deserted.

“This is our beach, no one but the residents of this bungalow and Cal’s and Nisha’s next door are able to use it,” Hudson explains.

“Really?”

“Yup, it’s not overlooked either. It’s very private,” Bryce adds with a wink. I’m pretty certain he and I are thinking the same thing. A thrill runs through me at the thought of spending time with my men alone on that beach.

“Take a look around while we sort out some more refreshments,” Max says, heading into the large kitchen. I catch his eye and the look he gives me is unmistakable. Bryce may have relieved some of his sexual tension on the plane but both Hudson and Max are very much still giving off fuck-me vibes.

I tear my eyes from his and search the rest of the bungalow. A corridor leads off to the right and into three huge king-sized bedrooms, all of which open onto private, walled, decked areas with steps leading down onto the beach.

“Would you like something to eat, Louisa?” I hear Max call from the kitchen. “I’m going to slice up some fruit.”

“That would be amazing, thank you,” I call back.

Heading into the bedroom furthest from the living space, I sit down on the large bed. Opposite the bed is a floor-to-ceiling mirror, and to the side a door leading into a bathroom. Feeling grubby from the long journey and needing to freshen up, I strip off my clothes and head into the bathroom. The shower cubicle is large and has several complicated-looking nozzles poking out of the wall and a large round shower head hanging from the ceiling. Eventually, I figure out how it works and step under the stream of warm water. There is already a bottle of shampoo available, so I grab it and squeeze some onto my hands and lather it up before massaging it into my hair.

“Hey, baby, want some help with that?”

I turn around to see Hudson leaning against the doorframe. He has removed his top and is barefoot, but still has his trousers on. The sunlight from outside streams into the room, illuminating him from behind. He looks almost angelic. My heart squeezes inside my chest at the way he is looking at me.

I push open the shower door, my invitation for him to enter. He steps into the bathroom and pulls the door shut behind him, then proceeds to remove his jeans and boxer shorts before stepping into the shower. There is plenty of room for the pair of us and then some. I rinse my hair of soap suds then step out of the way, allowing him access to the water.

“Cooling off?” he asks.

“Freshening up,” I respond, taking the shower gel in my hand and lathering it up. I start to spread the foam over my stomach, moving up to my breasts. Hudson watches me as the water pours over his head, shoulders and back. He steps forward, reaching for me, water dripping down his face and over his full mouth. Holding both of my soapy hands in his, he guides them to the firm muscle of his chest. Stepping closer, I move the palms of my hands in a circular motion over his skin, paying particular attention to his pecs and broad shoulders. My hands move around to the back of his neck and in a rush of need I press my body against his and kiss his beautiful mouth. His arms slide down both sides of my body and curve over my hips before running over my arse and pulling me against him. His cock slips between my legs, its curved length sliding against my opening, teasing me.

“Baby,” he moans into my mouth. We kiss, our tongues entwining as he rocks his hips against mine. My fingers pull at his hair and curl into his skin. I want him inside me. I want him to fuck me now.

The sound of the shower door opening has Hudson stilling for a moment and me turning to look over my shoulder. Behind us, a naked Max steps into the cubicle.

“Room for one more?” he asks, his pupils dilated. There’s no doubt that he’s been watching us, that he’s turned on. Sunlight streaming through the bathroom window catches his golden hair, making him look sinfully angelic.

“Jester,” I murmur.

I glance at Hudson, wanting to check it’s okay. He nods his head, and for a brief moment I wonder what would happen if he said no. How would I deal with that? How would Max. Although they have each indicated they want time alone with me, they have all agreed that our rota won’t start until we return from Thailand. Lucky me, I guess. I’ve made love with all three men in the bed with me at the same time. I’ve had twosomes with Bryce and Max, Hudson and Bryce, but never Max and Hudson. For some reason that combination has never happened. That is about to change.

Max leans over, pressing a button on the wall that I hadn’t noticed before, his arm brushing against my lower back as he does so. Above us, the heavy fall of water changes to a light shower. It’s enough to keep us wet, but not enough to totally drown us.

“Where were we?” Hudson asks.

“You were about to fuck, I believe,” Max says, his voice low. It comes out gravelly, hoarse. I wonder how long he was watching us before he decided to partake. It isn’t jealousy I hear in his voice, it’s desire. His voice is thick with it. Hudson glances at Max, then he lifts me up under my arms and in one swift movement has entered me. I cry out from the thrust, from the way Hudson demands my attention.

Max moves in behind me, catching me as I lean back. He supports my weight, his front pressed against my back, and my arms wrap around his neck as I press the soles of my feet against a ledge in the cubicle. Hudson grabs my hips and Max holds the rest of my weight. The soft spray of warm water falls over us all as Hudson fucks me and Max kisses me, his expert mouth heightening the pleasure between us all.

Hudson grinds into me, every thrust of his hips taking me closer to the edge I’m so familiar with now. Before these men, sex had been a chore, hardly worth the effort. Sex with the Freed brothers is so much more. We connect, the four of us, we fit. Don’t ask me how it works, because I don’t know, it just does. Hudson lets himself go with a wild cry, his body shuddering with his release. I am close to orgasming myself, and Hudson waits for me, his cock still hard as I thrust against him now. Max wraps his arms around my chest and pulls me off Hudson. He flips me around and lifts me up against him, whilst Hudson is at my back this time, supporting my weight.

“Hey, Icy,” he says, sliding into me slowly. He knows I am on the edge and he doesn’t want me to come, not yet. Normally Hudson and Bryce are the leaders, between them the role alternating. Max has always been pegged as the joker, the one who brings light-heartedness to our relationship. However, right now, in this shower, Max is talking control and it’s thrilling.

I throw back and let out a low moan as he fucks me with wild abandon. He presses his thumb against my clit, swirling it around and around as his cock slams into me.

“That’s it, baby, let go,” Hudson growls into my ear. One of his arms is wrapped around my waist whilst his free hand plays with my breasts.

Before long Max and I are both coming, my screams and his groans ricocheting off the tiled walls.

At that precise moment, Bryce decides to enter the bathroom. “Ah bloody hell, looks like I’ve missed the damn party,” he says with a chuckle. Hudson eases me off Max and I settle my feet on the floor. I lock eyes with Bryce, the warm water sliding over my skin alongside Max and Hudson’s hands. We’ve all come, we’ve all had release, but it isn’t enough. I’m not nearly finished.

“Oh, I don’t know. I think we were just getting started,” I say, pushing open the shower door one more time.