“As much as I like the thought of you naked under that dressing gown, it’s rather distracting when we have a Christmas dinner to cook,” Bryce laughs. We’ve been sitting and chatting about our interests and hobbies for the past couple of hours or so and it’s nearing noon. I am surprised to discover that Bryce likes to paint and has a studio for his artwork back home in London. Max is a keen musician, and Hudson a writer in his spare time. So, not only are they handsome, skilled lovers and great businessmen, they are also creative and thoughtful. The combination is a complete turn-on.

“I’ll go change, I don’t want to distract you. I’m looking forward to this dinner!”

Leaving them to prepare, I head back to my room, taking my gifts with me. Not one of them has mentioned the fact that I have no present to give in return, even though I feel really terrible about it. Honestly though, up until yesterday afternoon, I still believed they were all lotharios that I should avoid like the plague. Buying them gifts hadn’t been in the forefront of my mind. Now my opinion of them has gone full circle and I am pretty much in over my head. I know it’s possible the growing feelings I have for them may change the minute we head back to the resort and reality sets in, but for now, in the magic of Petite Cabane, they are all mine.

Feeling utterly content, I pull on a pair of blue skinny jeans and a brushed cotton shirt over my underwear, then comb out my hair. Taking a look at myself in the mirror I decide to apply a bit of makeup and grab my toiletry bag from the side table in my room. I unzip the section where I keep my eyeshadow and laugh out loud at what I pull out. In my hand is a strip of condoms, three to be precise.

“Shawna.” I grin at the gift she has given me. I vaguely remember her looking through my makeup bag that first night I arrived in the resort. I haven’t worn makeup since that night and hadn’t looked in the bag until now. Thank goodness for Shawna and her filthy mind. With a plan forming, I wrap each condom in a piece of the tissue paper left over from my gifts, slip the packages into my jeans pocket and head back out to the living room.

Bryce and Max are preparing vegetables and Hudson is covering the turkey in strips of juicy bacon when I walk back in. They are still half-dressed in their sleepwear, but all of them have an apron on. It is quite a sight.

“That’s it. In it goes,” Max says, sliding the turkey into the oven. “I’ll pop the vegetables and potatoes on later.”

“Quite the chef, aren’t we?” I smile.

“Well, you learn to grow up pretty quick when you’ve lived most of your life in care,” Bryce replies. He’s not being snarky, just honest.

“Sure, I totally get that.”

Bryce pulls off the apron he’s wearing and hangs it up on a hook. His bare chest is glistening slightly with a sheen of perspiration and I am reminded of the way his skin tasted under my lips.

“I’m going to take a shower. I won’t be long,” he says.

“Wait a minute, I have something for you. For all of you,” I say. Both Max and Hudson look at me with a frown, but Bryce’s lips curl into a smile. It’s as though he can read me like a book.

“That so?” he says.

“Uh huh.”

Taking off their aprons too, Max and Hudson sit on the sofa whilst I perch on the coffee table. My heart is thundering in my chest as I pull out the small packages and hand one to each of the men. Then, taking a deep shaky breath, I speak. “I have no idea what is happening between us all. I don’t know if this is real or not, or just some fantasy we are all caught up in. All I know is that right here, in this moment, I want each and every one of you. I am willing to give myself to you all. I only ask that you don’t use that unless you mean to give me a piece of yourself in return.” I point to the gifts in their laps.

Bryce is the first to open the tissue paper. When he sees what’s inside, he lets out a low whistle. He is careful not to show his brothers what’s enclosed, he just looks at me like any minute he is going to pounce, and I had better be prepared for it. He nods his head.

“You can have any part of me, darling,” he says.

I turn to Max, who is sitting opposite me, and watch him as he rips open the tissue paper. His eyes snap up as soon as he sees the silver foil packet.

“Damn it, Ice Queen, you’ve already stolen my heart. You can take the rest of me, I give it to you willingly,” he laughs, a sexy smile breaking across his face.

Finally, I turn to Hudson, who out of the three brothers is the most reserved. He unravels the tissue paper slowly, then gently places my gift in his hand. I can feel the ragged thread of my pulse pounding in my chest as he raises his eyes to me.

“This is no fantasy, Louisa,” he says, curling his hands around the condom and kneeling in front of me. He reaches up and gently presses the palm of his hand against the side of my face. I lean into his touch.

“Then what are you waiting for?” I whisper.

Hudson reaches up and pulls me into his lap, covering me with hot kisses. He kisses my lips, my cheeks, my nose. His teeth pull on the lobe of my ear. A moment later the coffee table is gone, moved away by Bryce and Max. Hudson lays me down gently on the soft sheepskin rug and unbuttons my jeans.

“Tell us what you want. We don’t wish to overwhelm you, Louisa,” Hudson says, as Max and Bryce kneel down beside me.

“I want you all,” I whisper, holding my arms up to Max.

“Then that’s what you shall get, darling,” Bryce murmurs, the gold flecks in his eyes ablaze with fire.

Hudson leans over me and presses a gentle kiss against the bare skin above my waistband, then slides my jeans off just as Max leans in and takes my mouth with his. Warm hands unbutton my shirt, pushing the material aside as gentle fingers slide up under my bra, playing with the buds of my arousal. I am lost to their hands and their mouths as Hudson reaches into my drenched knickers and gently pushes his finger inside me, coaxing my body to relax further, to open up. I move my mouth away from Max and pull Bryce towards me, groaning at the different taste of his mouth, at the hungry way he kisses me.

The sound of foil being torn open has me breaking away from Bryce’s lips and I watch as Max rolls the condom over the length of his cock. Lust, desire, perhaps even love, bubbles in my chest as Bryce and Hudson move away, allowing Max full access to me. Max leans over and places a tender kiss against my lips, then slowly peels my knickers off.

“Ice Queen,” Max murmurs, a small smile playing on his lips. The way he says my nickname so tenderly makes me melt further.

“Not for much longer,” I whisper back. He smiles and without a moment’s hesitation leans over, shielding me from the others. I am lost to him as he pushes inside of me, lost to the way his blonde hair tickles the skin of my face as he moves above me, to the steady surety of his touch, to the flush of his pink lips as he kisses me and to the curve of his smile as he whispers my name. The feeling of him filling me with his length, sliding in and out of the warmth of my core, soon has me calling his name until we both come undone.

“Damn it, Ice Queen,” he says. Max cups my face in his hand and presses a careful kiss against my mouth, removing himself gently. Then he pulls me into his arms and holds me, saying nothing until a feeling of peace and contentment blankets me.

“That was beautiful,” Max says eventually. “I would stay here for the rest of my days if I could, but you want us all and I want you to have that. Bryce and Hud will take care of you now.” Max gently removes my arms and gets up. I watch him leave the room, the flush of our lovemaking still very evident on our skin.

“Darling, come here,” I hear Bryce say. He is sitting on the sofa watching me with heavy lidded eyes. Hudson is sitting on the other sofa, his green eyes raking over my flushed skin.

“Take your top off,” Bryce says.

I stand, pulling my arms from my shirt, and unhook my bra, allowing my heavy, aching breasts to fall free of their constraints. Naked, my long hair falling around my shoulders, I approach Bryce. Hudson sucks in a shuddering breath as he watches me straddle Bryce’s lap then lower myself slowly over the velvety smoothness of his cock. Tipping my head forward, I gasp at the delicious feel of him stretching me. He runs his hands over my back from the base of my neck to the base of my spine and back again, allowing me a moment to take him fully. Our eyes lock and in an instant, I am on my back on the sofa, Bryce pounding into me. He lets out an unbridled cry as I take him, all of him, my nails digging into the skin of his back. Bryce doesn’t hold back, he is passionate and raw and virile and everything I hoped he would be. Trembling, he calls out my name repeatedly, the desperate need in his voice sending me crashing into a vortex of sensation as my body tightens around him.

“Darling,” he utters, his body shaking from the aftermath of his orgasm. Bryce kisses me deeply, claiming me with his mouth until my lips are bruised and my breath is ragged. Then he pulls free and lifts me in his strong arms, lays me gently in Hudson’s lap and walks away, leaving me alone with him. I am aching with want, on the cusp of losing myself entirely and I know it will take very little to send me over the edge once again. Max and Bryce have marked me as theirs and now it is time for Hudson to mark me as his.

“Best ‘til last?” I ask, biting my lip. I am joking, of course, Bryce and Max mean as much to me as Hudson, yet I am nervous in his arms. He has this vulnerability about him, something that lurks just beneath the surface and I am drawn to it, to the broken parts of him. They call to me like a siren’s song and I find myself wanting to drown in them.

Hudson smiles. “I am glad that I am the one who has the honour of taking you last. Are you ready, Louisa?” he says, brushing his lips against mine softly.

“Yes,” I whisper back.

Hudson lays me against the sofa and kisses me slowly. He doesn’t touch me or move above me, he simply savours the taste of me. For long minutes that’s all he does, teasing me with his mouth, rendering me a writhing, hot, mess beneath him. Then he ever so slowly traces the tip of his tongue over the hard points of my nipples, teasing me with the lightest of touches. I go to grab his head, needing to pull his mouth over me, but he pins my arms to my sides as he continues to lick lower. His tongue swirls over my belly before his mouth rests over my sex. I try to buck against him, on the edge of losing my mind but he lets go of my arms and holds my hips steady, teasing and lapping against my swollen flesh until I can barely take any more. Then just as I am about to come, he pulls his mouth away and breathes warm air against me. The sensation has me squirming beneath him.

“Hudson, please,” I whimper, a single, solitary tear leaking from my eye.

He pushes upwards, grabs the condom from by his side and rips the foil open, sheathing himself. I can feel the tip of his cock teasing my opening and I press my eyes shut, unable to contain myself as he lowers his body over mine.

“Open your eyes, Louisa. I want to look at you when you come,” Hudson says, as he pushes into me with slow, smooth, control. His lips graze mine as he slides in and out of me. He doesn’t rush, he takes his time moving with deep, even strokes, drawing me closer to the edge then bringing me back until I can barely stand it. Not once does he remove his eyes from mine, the sea-green colour of them like the calm before a storm. I can’t help myself, I sob as a rising rush of warmth, starting in my core, blooms outwards, overwhelming me with the intoxicating power of it as the most exquisite orgasm rips through us both.

Once we have both come down to Earth from our sexual high, Hudson picks me up in his arms and walks me back to the bedroom, laying me down on the bed. My body is liquified in the afterglow of the brothers’ devotion and I feel utterly relaxed.

Hudson cups my face in his hands, then brushes a soft kiss against my forehead. “Sleep, Louisa, and when you awake, we’ll be waiting for you. All of us.”

I look up at Bryce and Max who have entered the room and something close to bliss settles over me as they both kiss me gently too. I have no idea what the future holds but right now, within the walls of Petite Cabane, I’m happy to suspend reality and lose myself to the avalanche of their desire.