It’s just been a couple of hours since my rendezvous with Callum and Troy on the beach. Christine has been blowing up my phone nonstop but I haven’t had the courage to take her call yet.

What would I tell her? That I got fingerbanged by two of the hottest sports celebrities on the planet? That I screamed their names into the big, rough palm of one of them while the other fucked me with his fingers until I came like a volcano? That I’ve never had a release so good?

Yeah, that’s probably exactly what Christine wants to hear, and exactly why I can’t tell her.

What if someone else finds out? What if Mallory finds out?

Paralyzed by indecision, I’ve been hiding out in my room since getting back from the beach. It took a whole lot of convincing to get the twins to leave me alone, but I finally managed to talk myself out of it. It might have been the Mai Tais, or the amazing sex, but I’ve never been so persuasive in my whole life.

Maybe I should get fucked by the Stephensons before every time I’m due in court? I muse with a little grin, sitting cross-legged on my bed.

The first thing I did when I got back was collapse into a two-hour nap. I slept right through dinner and I’m famished, but the thought of getting out of my bungalow and facing society is a bit horrifying. What if I run into the twins again? What if I run into Austin? Is he even here yet? Is he coming?

Do I want him to come?

There’s way too much going on in my head as I flip through the material I have on the Stephenson family and the case in general, prepping for my meeting with Robert Stephenson, which I’m supposed to have in two hours. I’m eating a KitKat, my hair a matted mess and wearing nothing but a pair of boyshorts and an old varsity tee from Yale when there’s a knock on the door.

I frown, getting up and going to the door. My hand is already on the knob when the thought hits me that I should probably cover up more, but it’s too little too late.

When I open the door, Austin Stephenson is standing there, looking like the wet dream that he is.

He’s in earth-toned slacks and a white button-up with the first couple of buttons undone, giving me a good view of his massive, broad chest. The look on his face is as dark and mysterious as ever, made even more so by the small smirk he’s wearing. His gaze rolls over me with an obvious sense of ownership.

I gulp.

I feel like I’ve been thrown out of the frying pan and right into the fire. With Callum and Troy, I was surrounded by people and in a public place. But there’s no one here to make me or Austin behave better than we want to… than we should.

What am I even thinking? I shake my head, trying to clear it, and Austin’s smirk only broadens.

“Aren’t you going to invite me in?” he asks in lieu of a greeting.

“Are you going to tell me why you’re here?” I ask, mustering what little defiance I have, dressed in virtually nothing and feeling my nipples harden at the mere thought of sharing a small enclosed space with him.

Again.

Without another comment, he pushes past me and into the bungalow, kicking his loafers off. His hands are in his pockets, hiding that tan line of his.

I couldn’t help myself. I googled him. And his ex-wife. And any other woman he’s ever been connected to, which admittedly was a much shorter list than the one that the twins came with. But I know his divorce went through a mere couple months ago and that… well, that sets off more red flags in my head than I knew I possessed.

“Well?” I ask, closing the door behind him.

I’m doing surprisingly well at sticking to my guns, thirty seconds into our would-be conversation. Go me!

“Well what?” he asks in a leisurely way, turning to look at me.

His eyes glance down for a moment at my chest, prompting me to cross my arms. I know my nipples are peaking against the fabric of the shirt. As usual, I’m scarlet red in the face around a Stephenson brother.

“Why are you here, Austin?”

“I thought I’d come say hello, seeing as we’re going to be island-mates and neighbors for a while now,” he says with a casual shrug, sitting down on the edge of my bed.

He throws a curious look at my laptop and I rush over to slam it shut. He might say that he’s on his little sister’s side, but that doesn’t also mean that he can’t be on his father’s. First and foremost, my client is his former stepmother, and it’s obvious that there’s no love lost there.

“Neighbors?” I ask, finding myself way too close to him again.

I tug the edge of my shirt down a little, though it barely covers my ass as it is.

“I’m in the bungalow next to yours,” he says, leaning back to rest his big palms on the comforter.

Great.

I don’t know if that particular thought is sarcastic or not. It should be, but I’ve got my reasons to assume that it might not be…

“Well, hello, neighbor, and I’m glad you’ve dropped by,” I lie, feeling entirely flustered by his presence, his scent, and the intense gaze of his gorgeous blue eyes. “But I’m going to have to ask you to leave now. I’ve got a meeting with your father in a couple of minutes and I need to get ready for it,”

I’m babbling. And lying. And I’m no longer lying well.

Dammit.

Guess the magic that I picked up from the twins wears off pretty fast. Just my luck.

“Is that so?” he asks, standing up.

He steps closer to me, crowding me with his size. The bungalow isn’t that big, so my back’s already against the wall. I could slip into the bathroom from here but that would just put me in an even narrower room.

Looking down at me, he smirks and then raises his right hand to my face, this time running two fingers down the line of my chin and then my neck, like he did with his eyes back in my office. I tremble against his touch, breathless and out of words.

“You’re lying to me, Lily. I don’t like it when people lie to me,” he says, and my eyes go wide. “I know you have two hours before your meeting with my father,” he continues, and I let out a small groan.

Caught so fast.

I’m completely petrified, unable to move or really act. I don’t know how these men do this to me, but they can basically root me to the spot. My rational brain tells me that this is incredibly inappropriate and I should definitely not be with Austin right now, but my body just wants to throw myself at him.

I wonder what his lips taste like.

“Don’t lie to me again, Lily,” he says darkly, and all I can do is nod dumbly. “Say it.”

I open my mouth and it feels incredibly dry.

“Say it,” he repeats, this time more forcefully.

He’s so close that every breath brings me a lungful of his scent. It’s intoxicating. I think if I asked, he’d step back, but I don’t want him to.

“I won’t lie to you again,” I promise.

And I mean it.

“Good girl,” he says, slipping his hand behind my neck and using his thumb to push my chin so I’d look up at him. “Good girls get rewarded.”

I’m soaking through my panties when he says that, my palms flat against the wall. I’m breathing in hard, shallow bursts. My pussy still aches a little from what Callum and Troy did to me, and I can’t believe I want more after that, but I do. I want Austin.

And Callum. And Troy.

He dips his face lower, closer to mine, his lips hovering maybe half an inch from mine. I can see the delicious curve of them, that strong Cupid’s bow, that lower lip that should be sucked on. He stays there for what feels torturously long until I can’t take it anymore, and I’m the one to lean in first, to kiss him first.

The moment our lips meet, it’s like fireworks go off inside me. His mouth is demanding, but soft. He controls the kiss from that second on and I melt into it, my hands grabbing at his arms to keep myself up because my knees want to buckle.

He tastes… He tastes amazing.

Austin’s tongue pushes into my mouth and I moan into it, sucking on it. Our tongues lap together, cross and weave and I’m pushing myself against him, practically rubbing my body against his.

That makes his kiss turn more brutal. Instead of being gentle any longer, he bites down on my lower lip and I yelp, my nails digging into his rock-hard biceps. Before I know what happened, he’s picked me up and slammed my back against the wall, bringing me even with his face so he can kiss my lips and my chin and my neck, sucking on it just hard enough that I worry I might have marks.

I have no doubt that he’d like to leave me with some.

“Austin,” I gasp.

Guilt strikes me as he lets my mouth go, allowing me a breath that isn’t his, clearing my mind the tiniest bit. I can’t do this if he doesn’t know what I did with his brothers today…

“Don’t speak,” he growls, pulling my shirt over my head and exposing my tits to him.

My back’s against the cool wall of the bungalow as he holds me up against it, seemingly without any effort at all. But I have to say something, right? I don’t know who I want… Especially if I’m not supposed to want any of them at all.

All of them isn’t the answer.

“Austin, I met with your brothers today,” I say, fighting hard to keep my eyes from rolling back in my head as his hands traverse the length of my body, squeezing my thighs and then moving up to cup my breasts gently.

“I know,” he says, his voice dark.

I freeze.

“You… know?”

“Yes,” he replies simply, his blue eyes on mine now.

He rolls his thumbs lazily over my nipples, pinning me tight against the wall so I’m being held up by my legs around his waist and my hands on his shoulders.

“While I don’t prefer that option, they told me everything. And we made a deal.”

“A deal?” I ask, mustering what little rationality I have so far and using it to fight my urge to tell him to just keep going and forget about the fact that I ever brought this up.

“Yes. We agreed that none of us will go too far with you. Not unless you ask us to. But I want what’s mine and you’re going to be mine right now,” he growls, and I have no more objections to that.

He buries his face in my tits and laps and licks at them, covering them with his hot mouth. I squeal, tensing as he teases me, my pussy so wet now. The thought of these three men all wanting me that bad… It’s amazing.

As amazing as this moment right here with this sexy, controlling, possessive beast of a man, who I can see myself fucking as much as I can imagine myself having long conversations about just about anything.

“Okay,” I push through gritted teeth, followed by a gasp as he slips one arm around my body and then yanks at my panties.

He doesn’t bother to take them off the proper way. Instead, he rips the seams and discards what’s left of them somewhere behind him, letting the torn shreds land on the bed. I whimper, my pussy now naked to his view.

I need him so bad that it hurts. It physically hurts.

He slides a hand down my stomach and then over my mound. When he pulls back to show me his fingers, they’re coated with my juices. Austin grins.

“Beautiful,” he says, and then he licks his fingers clean.

I watch him, mesmerized. This can’t be for real...

“What do you want, honey?” he asks me then, running that same hand down my neck, putting just a little bit of pressure on it.

I can feel the slickness of his fingers, his saliva wetting my skin a little. Every breath is a conscious struggle now and I love it, pressing myself against him tighter. I never thought I’d like something like that but being controlled by him is… oh my god…

“You need to tell me, honey, or I’m going to have to choose myself… But you were a good girl and you deserve to pick your prize,” he tells me.

I look at him, struggling for words. What could I possibly say? Just him being here is a dream come true, a dream I would have never dared dream…

“Fine,” he says suddenly, picking up on my indecision.

He lets go of my neck and grabs me by the ribcage. With one smooth motion, he’s lifted me higher along the wall and then made me loop my legs over his shoulders as he sinks down to his knees. I’m straddling his shoulders and his face is right between my legs.

Austin slams me back with one hand on my chest, making sure I stay put, as he runs his tongue down the length of my aching pussy. My legs spasm immediately.

“Oh my god,” I whisper, staring in disbelief at what he’s doing to me.

“That’s not my name,” he growls, and it reverberates through me as he twirls his tongue over my clit and makes me whine.

My thighs clench around him hard, so he uses one hand to part my legs for him a bit and keep me at bay. He’s so strong that it’s no problem for me, even when my body’s fighting against the massive sensations. Austin doesn’t give me a moment of relief.

His assault is brutal, his tongue doing things to me that make my core pulse and my skin break out in goosebumps. I’m losing my mind and he hasn’t even opened me up yet.

My back arches against the wall as he sucks on my clit a little, just enough to make me beg, it seems. He likes torturing me, bringing me to the edge. I curl my fingers in his hair, trying to make him let me fall into that chasm that is waiting for me with my orgasm, but I am not in control.

I’ve fought so hard to be in control of everything in my life that I had no idea how good it could feel when I give that control to someone else. Like Austin, or Troy, or Callum. They’re so adept at taking it and making me submit to it that I start to wonder how I could have ever lived any other way.

And I don’t even know them.

“Austin,” I gasp as he teases me with his tongue and lips, eating me out.

He chuckles and I gasp.

“That’s more like it,” he says. “I want you screaming my name, baby.”

I nod my head blindly, my eyes closing as he pushes his tongue into my slit. Slowly, he keeps pushing in and out of me, every motion bringing with it shudders and muscle spasms that I can’t control.

He moves upwards again, giving my clit the attention that it needs, while pushing his fingers into me now. They’re almost as thick as Callum’s were, but longer. And he curls them immediately, pushing against a button that Callum made me realize I had. I buck like a wild thing and he presses me harder to the wall, using the hand that he has on my chest.

I claw at it, letting go of his hair. He doesn’t care.

“Austin,” I wail, feeling my orgasm building to a point where I couldn’t stop it any longer.

And why would I want to? I don’t even remember what my reasoning was before. All I know is that I want to come and I want it to be thanks to Austin.

“Come for me, honey,” he tells me.

And I do.

I unravel at the seams, screaming my head off. I think every second sound I get off is Austin’s name, and my nails are scraping at his arm without my control as I buck and writhe against him, trying to get more. He gives me everything I could ever need.

If it weren’t for his hand on my chest, I would have slumped to the side and fallen as I go limp. I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck… and I want it to happen again.

Gently, and without any help from me, Austin gathers me up and bundles me against his chest, carrying me to the bed. He lays me out on it and crawls onto the big California King right next to me. His arm loops around me and pulls me against his chest.

It’s only now that I realize how sweaty I am, feeling his body against mine. I don’t have the energy to do anything about it.

He runs a finger down my chin again and then tucks a couple of stray strands of hair – though they’re all stray as far as I’m concerned at this point – behind my ear.

“Next time, I expect you to invite me in right away,” he tells me.

I expect him to break out in a grin, but he doesn’t. I nod, my breath hitching a little. He has the kind of presence I have only heard about, the capability to control a situation with masterful ease.

To control me.

“Good girl,” he says softly, pressing a kiss to my forehead.

It feels nice. I wish he’d do it again.

Before I could come off my high properly, he’s getting off the bed, putting his shoes on and heading for the door. I want to stop him, but I don’t. I shouldn’t, right? This basically never happened… as far as the rest of the world should be concerned.

“I’ll be seeing you around,” he tells me at the door, giving me a wink.

I meet it with a smile, a delirious one, but a smile none the less. He steps out and I can see his shadow moving away from the bungalow through the window until he disappears out of sight.

What have I gotten myself into?