Stepping into Mr Daniels’ bedroom, I'm surprised to find Logan and Locke both stretched out across the bed. “Does Daniels know you two are in here?” I ask, and they both grin mischievously.

“Well, it's so cold in this cabin, we figured we would keep you warm,” Logan says.

“Poor East is stuck spooning with Enzo in your room,” Locke adds humorously, as he stands up, and crosses the room to me.

“I suppose I could use the extra warmth.” Locke smiles at my words, and then leans down to kiss me. His hands slide into my hair while I feel another pair of hands slide around my waist as Logan's warm body presses against mine from behind.

Logan leans in even closer, pressing kisses to my neck and down to the top of my shoulder. I slide my hands under Locke's shirt, feeling across his hard abs and trying not to moan at how amazing he feels. I pull one of my hands back, reaching behind me to do the same to Logan, but I notice he's already pulled his shirt off. Sneaky. I run my fingers along the top of the waistband of Logan’s jeans teasingly, letting my fingers slide just beneath it. In response to my teasing, he bites down on my neck playfully, before kissing away the sting.

Locke grabs my waist, turning me around to face his brother. I look at Logan, wanting to just melt into him, he looks so good with his shirt off. I wrap my hands around his neck and pull him down to kiss him. He bites my lip, making me gasp against him, and he darts his tongue in to mingle with mine. I hear the distinctive sound of a zip being undone behind me. Locke's hands pull my top up from behind, and Logan pulls back for a moment, breaking our kiss so Locke can get it off.

He leans down to kiss me again, and as he does, I reach for the buttons on his jeans. I slowly unbutton them, my fingers trembling slightly from a mixture of nerves and excitement. He pulls back looking down at me as I lick my lips. I slowly tug his jeans down, and he steps out of them as they hit the floor, leaving him in only his boxers. I turn my head, seeing that Locke is standing in just his boxers too. I unbutton my own jeans, sliding them off easily. I climb onto the bed, feeling a little nervous as I look between them both. I’ve never slept with two guys at once before. I knew there was always a good possibility it would happen at some point, but I’d never really let myself be convinced of it before now.

“Are you okay with this?” Locke asks, as he slides onto the bed next to me.

“Yeah, we can wait if you’re not,” Logan adds, crawling onto the bed on the other side of me.

“I want this. I want both of you,” I answer. I reach a hand up behind me and unclip my bra, letting it fall. They both watch, staring at me intently like there is no one else in the world. I’m not sure who to touch first, what to do but I know I’m going to enjoy figuring it out. Locke’s hands reach out for me, so I slink closer to him. He trails his hands from my hair, down my neck, then to my shoulders as he teases me. His hands then move around, brushing across my chest, teasing as they slowly move across my nipples. Hands rest on my hips from behind as Logan peppers kisses across the back of my neck and shoulders. I slide on top of Locke, kissing him fiercely as Logan moves up the bed towards the headboard.

Feeling Locke’s hardness pressing up against me, I slide down onto him fully, moaning as I do. Logan moves closer to me, and I reach for his cock, stroking it in my hand a few times before taking him into my mouth. Locke thrusts up into me, and a breathy moan escapes my lips around Logan. Locke slides his hand down between us, pressing his fingers against me and rubbing in torturous circles as he continues to thrust into me. I suck harder as I feel Locke pick up speed, just as Logan’s hands slide into my hair, as he takes control of my mouth. I lose all control when Locke’s expert fingers make me come, just as he finishes inside me, gripping my hips tightly. A few more thrusts into my mouth, and Logan comes as I grab his ass, keeping him in place as I swallow. We all collapse back onto the bed, breathless, and Locke pulls a blanket over us.

“We are so lucky to have met you Kenzie,” Locke whispers, pulling my body against his as Logan pulls one of my legs over his hip.

“I think I’m the lucky one,” I yawn, before slowly drifting off to sleep.

* * *

“Have a good night?” Enzo asks me, making me jump and drop my coffee, but he catches it with his air mark, floating it back into my waiting hands.

“You scared the shit out of me,” I exclaim, leaning back against the counter as I look out the window at the sunrise. It’s painting oranges, pinks and red across the sky, it's really pretty to look at.

“You never answered my question, Crowe,” Enzo asks, stepping closer to me, and pushing his body into mine as he reaches for the kettle behind me.

“Do I need to? You know I did because you heard,” I shrug, and he grins as he gets a cup out of the cupboard and adding coffee to it. He pours his water in and adding a little milk, while I just watch him. His black hair is longer than it has been in a while, dropping into his dark eyes a little but it just adds to how good looking he is. He has on jeans and a tight, white shirt that sticks to his muscular frame, making it a little hard to look away.

“You're right, I did, and you know what?” he asks me, sipping his coffee before putting it down, not saying a word until he steps in front of me. He takes my coffee from me, putting it on the side and leaning down to whisper in my ear. “I would usually be jealous to hear the girl I'm fucking mad for moaning, and fucking someone else, but it didn't make me jealous.”

“What did it do?” I ask breathlessly.

“Turned me on so damn much, Crowe,” he says, turning to kiss me harshly. He picks me up and slides me onto the counter as my legs go around his waist. We pause when a door is slammed shut. Enzo moves away from me, muttering curses under his breath as we turn to see Mr Daniels. He looks worn out as he leans against the door, his head bowed.

“Long night?” I ask him and I pick up my coffee, pretending like I wasn't seconds away from sleeping with Enzo on the kitchen counter. Damn, that would have been some good sex.

“Meetings, and then we just found out Stella's parents are dead,” he says. I instantly feel sorry for her; despite how much I hate her, I wish she didn't have to go through that.

“Shit,” Enzo mutters loudly. I slide off the counter, walking over to Mr Daniels.

“Then how are we going to find my brother and Kelly?” I ask.

“I don't know, Miss Crowe, I haven't got a clue and I hate it,” he answers, sending dread through me as he pulls me to his chest, while I try not to panic.