I’m still in a horny trance when we descend back down to the great room. Griff has just arrived. Apparently, he never made it back to London and he looks troubled.

“Ian, I need a word outside with you and Jason.”

The three of them step through the front door. I look at Nick and Zilla, hoping to glean some idea of what’s going on.

“Probably just ironing out the issues regarding the truck,” Nick says. “Nothing to worry about.”

“What truck?” I ask, clueless.

Zilla smiles at my naivety. "Although the sound in parts of the house is amazing, Wolfshire isn’t a recording studio. We have no equipment here, other than that stuff.” He gestures to a pile of Anvil cases containing guitars, amps and drums—a pile that wasn’t here when I first saw the room. The roadies must have unloaded it from the band’s jet and brought it over. “There’s an outfit in London called Hendrich Recorders, and they have a mobile studio truck. It has a full-featured control room with a 128-track mixing board and every audio effect you could think of. Griff has rented it for the next month. That truck will turn Wolfshire into a world-class studio.”

Nick and Zilla give me an impromptu demonstration of the acoustic properties of the great room, clapping, whistling, singing, stomping their feet then pausing so I can hear the natural reverb of the wood surfaces. They’re right, it’s a beautiful sound.

Jason and Ian return without Griff, but now I can see he’s transferred his troubled expression to them.

“Where’s Griff? Is something wrong?” I ask.

I catch a look between Ian and the other guys, so quick I’m not really sure it has any significance.

“He’s gone back to his house in London. He’ll be back in a few days. Nothing’s wrong, we’re just trying to figure out where to park the bloody truck. It’s huge, and will have dozens of cables running from it to this room. I’m afraid it’ll have to go directly out this front door, meaning Wolfshire will look like utter shite for a month.”

“You won’t be able to shut the door?” I ask.

“Not all the way,” Ian says. “But I have round-the-clock security patrolling, so there’s no need to worry. It just won’t look pretty.”

Jason changes the subject. “Who’s up for an early dinner?”

Although it’s only 3:00 p.m., everyone is indeed hungry, as our bodies are not yet on London time.

We walk to the huge kitchen, which has an old feel despite the newer appliances. The worn white brick walls are a change from the wood throughout the rest of the house. There’s a huge hearth that takes up an entire wall, and in front of it sits a dining table with seating for ten—and this isn’t even the formal dining room. That room easily seats twice as many.

A pretty chef is busying herself at a counter. The smell of fresh-baked bread permeates the room and makes my stomach rumble. She looks at me and smiles.

“Ella, this is Kelsey,” Ian says.

“It’s a pleasure, Kelsey,” she says as I extend my hand, then laughs when she shows me her hands are covered with flour. Apart from a groundskeeper I saw outside, she’s the first staff I’ve seen, though Ian says he has a half dozen full-time workers here. Ella quickly looks me over, as women do, and I wonder what she’ll think when it becomes apparent I’m sleeping with the entire band. Or maybe she already knows.

“And this is Brandon,” Ian says. The look in her eyes as she takes in Brandon’s boyish good looks gives me a little pang of jealousy. “Ella, we’re famished. Can we have some of your amazing Tonnarelli Cacio e Pepe? For six?”

“Of course,” Ella replies. “Give me twenty minutes.”

“You’re going to love this,” Ian tells me. “Ella is a wizard.”

“I’m already looking forward to it. Can we eat in here? In front of the fireplace?” I ask. Though it’s too warm outside to need a fire, I love this beautiful old fireplace.

Ian takes me by the hand. “Of course. C’mon, let’s get some wine.”

I follow him down a stairwell off the far side of the kitchen and am soon in an old wine cellar. There are hundreds of bottles lining two walls. I knew Ian was into his wines, but I had no idea. He explains that the room needs no temperature control because it’s deep enough so that the stone walls keep it insulated from the extremes of whatever the outside weather is.

As I’m looking over the bottles, he steps behind me and slips his arms around my waist, pulling me tightly against his body. His breath is warm against my ear.

“Did you like the bed?” he whispers.

“Mmm… how could I not? I got excited just looking at it. I can’t wait to get you guys into it later.”

“That sounds perfect. How many of us would you like tonight? And whatever you do, you have to include me.”

I like the sexiness of his voice when he’s this quiet. I can feel his cock getting hard against my ass as his arm brushes the underside of my breasts.

“Oh, you’ll definitely be included,” I moan.

Ian turns me so that I’m facing him and locks me up in a torrid kiss, his tongue sliding past my lips. I’m already so turned on that I practically attack him in response. We play for a minute, then I put my hands on his chest and push him back. When I do, I look up into his eyes with my filthiest expression.

“Would it be dirty of me to want all five of you in that bed with me tonight? All of you at the same time?”

We’ve only done this on a few occasions. The guys are respectful enough to realize that can’t possibly be an everyday event for me, and we usually stick to one or two men with me at a time. Sometimes three.

“Whatever Kelsey wants, Kelsey gets,” Ian says in a sexy voice. “That’s a party I know we’ll all enjoy.”

My men do seem to really get into those rare times. The more I think about it, the more I want to do it tonight.

I want all of them.

I want to be adored by my men.

I also want to be taken by them, repeatedly, in the King’s Bed.

It’s all I can think of as the six of us drink wine in front of the blackened fireplace. When the pasta is ready, Ella and another servant bring it to the table and onto our dishes, along with some of that fresh-baked bread. In almost no time, she’s prepared the most extraordinary Italian feast,

The pasta is incredible, just extra virgin olive oil, pecorino cheese and cracked black pepper. So sexy in its simplicity.

Of course, as I eat it, I can’t stop thinking of what will happen later.

Upstairs. In that huge, jaw-droppingly gorgeous bed.

Just as we finish the pasta, Ella returns with dessert.

“In anticipation of your return, I made your favorite this morning,” she tells Ian. “Panna cotta with chestnut-pear sauce.”

It’s absolutely delectable.

This food is making me even hornier than I already was. I can barely sit still, with a buzz that’s making my entire body thrum in anticipation of what’s to come. As we eat the amazing dessert, I notice that everyone seems to be in a great mood, all gathered in this kitchen with its ancient hearth, the stressful tour rapidly disappearing in the past.

“Time for another couple from your cellar,” Nick says, holding aloft an empty bottle. My mind immediately thinks of taking Ian down there for another scorching kiss. Or maybe Nick. Or Jason. Or… I laugh to myself when I realize there’s really no way I can lose out here.

“We should go easy,” Ian says.

The room goes silent and everyone looks at him. Apparently, his comment demands an explanation.

Ian says, “Ella, Maurice, we’ll no longer need you today. Feel free to take the rest of the day off.”

“Thank you, sir,” they say in unison.

“And stop calling me sir.”

“Of course, sir,” Ella says, laughing. They clear the dishes from the table, and she smiles at Brandon as she takes his plate. This time he smiles at her, and I feel that little twinge again. A moment later, she and Maurice leave the room.

Now that it’s just the six of us, Ian turns to the other men. “Kelsey has informed me that she would like to entertain the entire lot of us after dinner, on the King’s Bed in the main bedroom. I imagine she’d like us capable of performing, so don’t indulge yourself too much with wine.”

They all turn to look at me, a smile on every face.

“You little vixen!” Nick says.

“You want us all, do you?” Jason asks. “That’s rather ambitious. Fancy you’re up for it?”

“Oh, I’m up for it,” I reply in a tone that should leave no doubt.

“Think you can handle us, then? Five famous bad-boy rockers? You’ve got that kind of game?”

“I’ve handled all five of you before.” I add with a grin, “And If I recall, I wasn’t the first to quit last time.”

They all laugh. “She’s a cocky one, she is,” Zilla says in that thrillingly deep voice.

I give them a sexy smile. “It would be impossible not to be cocky, considering all the cock you guys have given me in the last few months. But tonight, I have a little fantasy I’d like to explore.”

“A fantasy?” Nick asks. “Let me guess. You’re the lady of the house trying in vain to resist the seductive moves of five handsome rakes?”

“No,” I reply, “It’s dirtier than that.”

Now they’re all riveted on me, hanging on my every word.

“I want to be your groupie tonight.”

Obviously not the reply they were expecting. Everyone looks confused, so I elaborate.

“I want to get really slutty and be gangbanged by a famous rock band.”

There’s a brief pause while my words sink in.

“Then prove it. Take off your clothes. Right here, right now.”

Everyone turns to the source of the demand. Brandon is near the end of the table, one eyebrow raised.

“Brilliant idea from the new guy,” Ian says, jokingly. “Give us a little preview of what we’ll see upstairs.”

Now they’re all looking at me, waiting. Maybe even expecting me to decline.

But really, why the hell would I say no? What could possibly be more exciting foreplay than to strip in this beautiful old room with the eyes of the men I love all glued to me in anticipation?

Besides, this is my little fantasy.

“I’ve warned you boys before that you should never dare me,’ I say.

I look toward the door, and Ian correctly reads my concern. “Don’t worry, they won’t be back.”

Everyone is waiting to see if I’ll actually do it, but nobody says a word. The tension gets me even more excited.

“I’ll need some music.”

Ian taps on his phone and there’s suddenly music coming from a Bluetooth sound system. At first it’s just a bass guitar riff, slow and sexy. Then the drums kick in, with some delicious blues guitar licks over it all. And because this is the home of a rock star, the speakers are loud and glorious, almost as if a band were actually playing there in the room.

“Who is this?” I love what I’m hearing.

Ian grins. “Me. Some ideas I’ve been toying with.”

“Damn, this is sexy,” I tell him as I start to move my hips to the music. It’s no fake compliment; this music is seriously erotic. In the background I hear keyboards adding depth under that amazing beat.

I have never danced for my men, but I suddenly love the idea. The nice buzz I have at the moment will certainly help.

Still in my yoga pants and T-shirt, I slip out of my shoes and move around the table, dancing next to each of the guys for a few seconds, rubbing my hips against them and draping my arms around their shoulders as my hands slide down their chests to their stomachs. Then I playfully muss their hair and move on to the next.

I do a slinky turn as I slowly work my T-shirt up, slowing down just before it passes my breasts. Then I work it over my head and toss it into Nick’s face. Oddly enough, nobody laughs. Their eyes are all riveted on me, and there’s nothing that makes a woman feel sexier than to have a bunch of gorgeous men unable to take their eyes off her.

I turn to the main door of the kitchen, putting my back to the table, then slip my hands into the sides of my pants and gradually work them downwards as I continue to move my hips to the sexy music. I lift my ankles one at a time and turn to throw the pants at Ian. As I do, I remember that smoking hot kiss we shared in the wine cellar and want some more of that.

Down to my bra and panties, I approach him and sit in his lap, taking his face in my hands and bringing my mouth to his for an encore. When I’m done with Ian, I move to my left, where Zilla is sitting, and do the same with him.

I work my way around the table, stopping after I kiss Brandon to look toward the kitchen door again. At this point, I have no choice but to assume Ian knows his staff, and that I have the privacy I need to continue. I unclasp my bra and throw it across the table at Zilla, who catches it with a dirty wink.

Then I move on to Nick, and of course I feel his hands on my tits the moment I kiss him. He has just the right touch, always surprising for someone as energetic and crazy as Nick can be, and by the time I climb out of his lap the heat between my legs is getting intense.

Jason is last, and I give him just a little peck on the cheek. When he tries to get a more substantial kiss from me, I shake my head and turn my back to him, then, moving my hips suggestively, I slowly lower my butt onto his lap. Almost as if choreographed, a slide guitar solo oozes into the song and I begin to grind on Jason. In no time, I can feel his hard cock against my ass, and I continue to tease him for a while. Then I stand and turn, pulling his head to me and rubbing my breasts against his face before shoving him back into his chair.

Now the guys are really getting into the spirit, shouting and encouraging me. I take one step up onto the seat of an empty chair, then climb up on the big wooden slab of a table. I dance around as wine glasses are quickly moved to clear a path. The song has reached a crescendo and I work my panties down over my slowly rotating hips, bending over as I lift my feet out.

To the surprise of everyone, I throw those panties directly into the fireplace.

I won’t be needing them again.

Totally naked, I revel in the attention. Hands reach out to stroke my feet and my lower legs as I move around the table, making sure everyone gets a good view. When I get to Brandon, I drop down, sitting on my heels. Then I spread my legs apart at an angle where he gets a private little show.

Brandon looks like he’s about to die, maybe of embarrassment or maybe of excitement. I stand and continue my little dance as the music begins to fade. I’ve had my back to the main kitchen door for a while as I slinked around on the table, and now as I slowly spin around to conclude the impromptu strip tease, something catches my eye.

It’s Jordan, standing in the doorway and staring right at me with a lascivious grin.

On either side of him are two skanky-looking women, both with big smiles.

“Fuck!” I say as I scramble down off the table.

“Looks like we got here just in time,” Jordan says over the fading music. All of my men turn in unison before bolting to their feet. Meanwhile, I’m frantically looking for my clothes. Brandon steps in front of me, shielding my naked form as my clothing is hurriedly passed to me.

“What the bloody hell!” Ian shouts. He’s at the door a second later. “How did you get in?”

“Front door was open,” Jordan says, still looking in my direction as I rush to get dressed. “We knocked anyway, but nobody answered. Now we know why.”

Zilla moves to Ian’s side. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

“Didn’t Griff tell you I was coming? We’ve got an album to record!”