Luckily for my friends and me, the police officers are very understanding. They don’t have many questions and are very polite to me. For a little over thirty minutes, I’m in a well-lit office, trying to recall everything that transpired. In spite of my experience, I manage to block out every nasty thought. Just one image dwells on my mind: Michael’s smiling face. I still can’t believe what he did. He had every reason to abandon me to my fate; after all, I was the one who ended it between us. Nevertheless, he didn’t. He assisted the police in finding us, although he knew there was no future for us. Unbeknownst to him, he answered Karlie’s question outside my hospital room. “Yes” or “no” are nothing compared to such an act of selflessness. Because that’s what it was: selfless. He had absolutely nothing to gain, other than a pat on the back.

After providing my statement, I head for the exit of the police station, with a spinning head and a heart in a dilemma. On one hand, I’d love to spend one more night with him. On the other, I’m certain that it will make things even harder. And finding him under the doorframe, chatting with two police officers makes my decision all the more difficult. I pass them by, in the hope that he won’t notice me. All the same, the sound of his deep voice tears that hope to pieces.

“Hey, girl,” he says to me in a relaxed tone, trotting off behind me. “You’re done already?”

“Yeah,” I nod, keeping my gaze down on the staircase in front of me. “They had mercy on me, I guess.”

“Where are you going?” Michael asks, catching up with me.

“Nowhere,” I retort. “I’ll stay here and wait for Karlie and Emily, so we can all return to Falasarna together.”

“At 1:30am?” He cocks an eyebrow. “Are you serious?”

“Well, what choice do I have?” I wonder, pretending not to know where he’s going with this.

“You still owe me an explanation, Stacy. We had a deal, and you never said why you wanted out,” Michael begins using a commanding tone, moving around me. “I’ll tell you what. Text your friends, tell them that you’re going back there tomorrow. We’ll go to my hotel, I’ll pour you a drink, you’ll talk to me about what I want to know and you’ll spend the night there. How does that sound?”

What are you doing to me?

Yes, that’s what I mean to say to him, but I can’t. Doing so will bring that conversation much closer, and I’m not ready or willing to have it.

“Okay,” I accept with a nod. “By the way, how’s Dean?”

“He’s fine,” he announces, a smile of joy spreading across his face. “Ray picked him up from the hospital this afternoon. They’re out for drinks, so, I’m guessing they won’t be bothering us.”

“That’s good to know,” I return his smile. “Look, can we talk about it in the car? I’m pretty beat.”

“Sorry, I can’t do that,” Michael rejects that notion. “I have a few things I want to say to you, and I can’t discuss them in a car. Besides, a drink will help you relax. You’ve been through hell. Come on, let’s go.”

Without uttering another word, I follow him to his car. His request has put me in an awkward position. Explaining to him why I decided to end our crazy arrangement will be complicated and embarrassing for me. How will he react upon learning that I have feelings for him and his friends? One thing’s for certain: he’s not going to like it. This will probably be the last time we see each other. I don’t want this night to end with a huge fight. There’s only one way for me to avoid this conversation, a way to shut him up and take his mind off it. It’s also been swirling in my mind since he saved my friends and me tonight.

The living room of his suite awakens senses, emotions, and memories alike. My three men and I have gone wild in almost every corner of the room. Now, I need to focus on the one who brought me here first, the romantic soul who goes by the name “Michael Donovan.”

“Man, I’m dying for a shower,” he confesses, making his way across the hall. “I’m sorry. I should have asked if you wanted to go first.”

“Thanks, I’m good,” I reply, glancing up at him over my shoulder.

“I’ll be back in ten,” Michael states, turning away from me. Once he clears the room, I put my plan into action. Jeans, t-shirt, shoes, and underwear come off in minutes. I seat myself in the middle of the couch and spread my legs, imagining water flowing over the defined ridges of his abs. Six feet and three inches of pure sexuality are getting soaked, less than thirty feet away from me. Before long, my fingers circle my breast. I reach my free hand down between my legs. I feel moist warmth on the tip of my middle finger, my thigh muscles flex as a low whimper flees my lips. Just when I’m about to close my eyes though, I spot Michael standing beside the counter to the left, with a white towel wrapped around his waist.

“Stacy, what the hell…?” he says, his voice high-pitched. “I thought you’d decided to…”

“I changed my mind. Get over here,” I command, lust darkening my gaze. Locking his eyes with mine, Michael obeys. When he’s close enough, I reach forward and yank the towel off his body, a mixed scent of lavender and almond storming into my nostrils. “You’re all about making memories, aren’t you?” I whisper, the moment he sits down next to me. “Now’s your chance,” I add, leaning over towards him.

“I’ve missed you,” He breathes, tilting his head up to bring our faces nearer to each other. Curving his right arm around my upper back, he eases me closer. His tender kiss sears my lips as I press my hand against his chest. My flingers slide down his pecks, collecting tiny drops of water. There’s no urgency in his moves, but a will to take his time with me and make me feel special, like he’s always done.

“I’ve missed you, too,” I whisper in his mouth, his rock-hard abs filling my hand. I squeeze hard and make my way down as he caresses my shoulder blade. Within moments, I feel his long fingers traveling down my spine. He smooths his hand over my ass, the tip of his tongue brushing my upper lip. I feel the hardness of his shaft on my fingertips. I wrap my hand around the base in my eagerness while he grabs and holds onto my ass cheek. I breathe harder, putting my legs together. What happens next sends a wave of tension coursing down my spine. I hear the door clicking open, and right after that, a key falling on the floor. Opening my eyes, I notice Ray and Dean, staring down at us, mouths agape. My mind is screaming at me to get up and run out of their suite. Yet, my body craves their touch, one last time. I let go of Michael’s cock and curl my index finger, hoping they won’t yell at me. And, much to my satisfaction, they accept my invitation. Ray walks off towards me, whereas Dean rushes past him. He climbs onto the couch behind me, his friend’s eyes settle on my face.

“I want you all so bad,” I whimper, kissing my way down Michael’s neck.

“Here we are, you sexy little thing,” Ray grunts, halting beside me as he undoes the button in his pants.

“Oh, God, yeah!” I moan, biting my lower lip as I feel Dean’s mouth on my ass. I bend toward Michael’s tool, reaching up. In a quick move, I swallow the head, his deep groan reverberating through my skull. Ray’s cock nudges my cheek, begging for my attention. Meanwhile, Dean is planting hungry kisses all over my mounds, making my pussy throb with desire. Michael runs his hand up my back, his inches silencing my groans. His left one cups my breast and squeezes with vigor. Gripping Ray’s length, I release his friend. I guide him into my mouth, twisting the base of Michael’s shaft.

“Fuck!” Ray hisses, squeezing his eyes shut as I take more than half of his inches down my throat. I hum around him, loving the sensation of Michael’s stiffness in my hand. Dean’s lips trail across my ass, sending my senses into overdrive. My whole body tightens as he slaps my cheeks at the same time. He cups my flesh, snaking his tongue out. The wet tip teases my clit, but doesn’t stay there. Instead, he slides it up my slit while I bob my head up and down on Ray’s cock.

“Awww, baby!” I moan, tossing my head back at the sensation of his full lips on my entrance. A passionate kiss shortens my breaths and sends me reeling. Michael rubs my nipples, leaning in towards me while I jerk him and Ray with long, hard strokes. Thick drops of pre-cum drench my fingers, their grunts audible over the sound of Dean’s kisses. Once again, my studs are spoiling me, pampering me as they’ve done so far. Their dicks are hard like steel for me, seeking the delicious friction that will leave them aching for more. I flick my tongue across the hole on the head of Michael’s cock, feeling Dean’s mouth going further up. He pushes his middle finger deep into my pussy, while Michael shoves himself between my hungry lips, stifling my cry of pleasure. Ray’s hand dives into my hair, massaging my scalp as the taste of pre-cum fills my mouth. Dean digs his fingers into my flesh, his tongue wriggling against my asshole. The mere thought of having them all filling me up at the same time makes my body tingle with anticipation. More than twenty-five, juicy inches of cock are at my mercy, desperately needing release. Hollowing my cheeks, I suck, coaxing more of Michael’s cock onto my tongue. Dean’s index finger is teasing my forbidden canal, my hand smearing more pre-cum all over Ray’s shaft. I hear another zipper being pulled down. I cup Michael’s balls as Dean rolls his pants down his thighs. Grabbing me by the hip, he sits up. I growl, feeling the head of his cock against my entrance.

“Ooooh, yeah!” I moan, whipping my head around to face him as he slides his big, stiff cock inside of me. His finger returns to my asshole immediately. My inner muscles clench around him, my gaze fixed on his. He licks his lips like a hungry wolf, making me whimper with desire. I turn my head around and look up at Michael first and then Ray. I flash them a wicked smile, quickening my pace. Ray pushes my head down onto his cock, Dean’s hard thrusts making my body rock back and forth. I slide my tongue down the side of his shaft, groaning on his skin. Michael pinches my nipples and presses my breasts together, leaning forward. I feel the wetness of his tongue just below my earlobe as Dean’s finger begins to stretch out my tight opening.

“You’re so fucking hot it hurts,” Ray compliments, tipping my chin up. I can’t think of a comeback. Dean is plowing away into me, his free hand kneading my ass. My orgasm hits me, shattering me to my very core. None of them stops. Fingers, tongues, deep grunts are making me feel like I’m floating in a sea of orgasmic bliss. I struggle to keep on stroking Michael and Ray, breathing in pants on Ray’s groin. Dean pulls his finger and his cock out of me, before stepping off the couch.

“I can’t wait to fuck your sweet pussy again,” Michael whispers in my ear. I let go of him and Ray, my core still twitching. I swing my leg around him and tilt my head down. I lower myself onto his swollen dick, the sensation of his strong hands on my ass fueling my desire even more.

“Fuck it,” I gasp in his mouth. “Fuck it nice and hard.”

Once again, his ample inches are stretching me out, as my lips crash against his. My arms go around his neck, my hard nipples brushing against his chest. His tongue slides past the seam of my mouth, just before he spreads my ass cheeks. I feel Ray’s throbbing cock along my crack. I stay still and lean back, in eager anticipation of what is about to follow. With his cock-head centering on my ring, my entire body quakes. It eases inside of me, causing my jaw to drop. My lustful cry resounds through the walls of the living room as they push in. I am filled up with each and every inch of their cocks, pleasure coursing through my body. Michael pulls his hands away from me, and reaches up to my breasts. Ray leans in as I feel them both pressing tight into me. I squeeze my eyes shut and toss my head back, losing myself in the delightful moment.

“It’s so fucking tight,” Ray grunts, planting a kiss on my shoulder. When I open my blurry eyes again, I realize that this can become even better. Dean is standing naked in front of me, his heavy balls less than an inch over the couch. I waste no time. I lean forward, desperate to please him some more. Opening my mouth wide, I suckle him inside, sticky pre-cum spreading across my tongue. All three of them are inside me now, sending me into realms of uncharted pleasure. Michael is thrusting away against my thighs, leaving more than half of his inches in my soaking wet pussy with every withdrawal, and shoving himself all the way in with every push. Ray’s hands are gripping my hips, filling my ass over and over with his entire length. Dean is bucking into my mouth, my tongue swirling across him. Michael’s lips are all over my breasts, kissing and licking my nipples, the delicious warmth making me writhe against him.

“Are you ready to cum again?” Ray’s rasp in my ear is more than I can handle. The whole room is spinning around me, and I scream like I’ve never screamed before as my orgasm erupts through me like a volcano. My body is quivering, my climax rippling through me as I hold on tight to Michael’s shoulders. With an even deeper groan, Ray drives himself all the way into my ass. I can feel his cock pulsing and jerking within my depths while Michael’s legs are trembling underneath me. Within moments, the thick blasts of their juices are filling me again and again. Dean won’t pull himself out of my mouth. His own juices spurt all over my tongue and down my throat, my lips loosening around his shaft as his abs ripple. One by one, they ease out of me. I turn around and sit heavily down on the couch, shots of adrenaline still roaring through my body.

“Boys…” Michael gasps out. “Get dressed and meet me out on the balcony. We need to talk.”

I wait for them to clear the room, breathing in pants. I get up and collect my clothes from the floor. I sprint towards the bathroom down the corridor, well aware of how this night is going to end. After a quick shower, I tiptoe back out into the living room, praying that they are still outside. My wish comes true. None of them has ventured back in. They’re alongside each other, their backs turned to me. I glance at them, knowing that this may well be the last time I ever lay my eyes on them. If only I had the heart to join them outside, hug them and thank them for giving me the best vacation a girl can ever dream of having. But even if I did, the next part would devastate me. I would have to say “goodbye” to them. I’d have to bid farewell to a heart of gold, an easygoing charmer and a macho biker who all turned my world upside down. With tears blurring my vision, I turn around and walk out of the suite, and out of their lives.

Dean

“Man, that was fucking intense,” I comment, leaning my elbows on the railing. “I don’t know what the hell came over me.”

“Neither do I,” Ray admits. “I guess we all thought we’d never see her again, and when we did, we just…” he pauses, “pounced.”

“Sharing her with you two wasn’t part of my plan,” Michael says, gazing over the sea. “It’s what she wanted, though. I wasn’t going to spoil it for her.”

“Why?” Ray shrugs his shoulders. “You just said she changed her mind about our arrangement. Couldn’t she tell us to get out of here so she could spend the night with you? She’s still got another three days of vacation. We could go out with her then.”

“Let’s ask her,” Michael suggests, pointing towards the glass. I stroll back into the suite and scan the living room. I catch the scent of foam bath, but there’s no sign of her. Her clothes are no longer on the floor. I rush into the bedrooms, hoping this is some kind of a joke. It isn’t… Stacy Dexter, the only woman I’ve ever connected with is gone. Anger and disappointment pour through me. I feel my heart breaking into a million pieces. It’s like an invisible man has shoved his hand into my chest and squeezed my heart with everything he’s got until it’s nothing but wrinkled skin.

Staying silent, I return to the living room. Michael is biting his lower lip, staring at the door. Ray is puffing air out of his cheeks, his hands on his waist. I don’t have to tell them anything. They already know. I let off a cry of rage, kicking a stool across the room. Despair is running through my system, sending me down to a hell I’ve never been before. Remembering the confusion I saw on Stacy’s face when I told her that I’d never been in love, I just fold my arms on the counter and put my head on them. Now, I realize what it’s like to have lost what’s important to me. I can understand what a shattered heart really is. It’s beating in my chest, cold and alone, seeking the warmth of the one woman that’s ever moved it.