Chapter Two

Camille fidgeted nervously in her car as she released a long, deep breath and gripped the steering wheel until her knuckles turned red. Glancing towards the house, she fixated on the light shining from the second floor. She gulped deeply. It was foolish to hope they weren’t home, or that they had all gone to sleep.

She now had—she glanced at her watch—less than thirty minutes to march inside and begin her contractual obligation to them.

Her decision had not been an easy one. She’d spent a sleepless night and a restless day pondering their offer. There were few—correction—there were no other options. This was her last chance—they knew it and so did she. Now the question was whether her family ranch was worth the humiliation of being at the beck and call of four men that she’d been taught to despise since the day she could say the word Downing.

Reaching for her purse, she dragged in a deep breath and piled out of her sporty Mercedes Coup—one of the last testaments to her life before her greedy, stupid stepmother had made such luxuries, just that a luxury. Now the bitch was long gone, off to find herself yet another rich widower, while she was there trying to pick up the pieces. It wasn’t fair.

With jerky movements, she ambled towards the front door and pressed the doorbell. How many times she’d screamed aloud and silently that it wasn’t fair, she couldn’t recall, but what she did know was that no matter how many times she said it, the end result was still the same. No, it wasn’t fair, but then life never was.

Camille’s heart skipped a beat when the door swung open. She swallowed the lump in her throat when her eyes met the steely blue gaze of none other than Jacob Downing. He stepped aside, and ushered her in.

With a soft thud, the heels from her shoes dug into the welcome rug that covered the doorstep. Not quite ready to face Jacob, she let her eyes dart about the foyer area. The last time she was there she’d entered from a different way, apparently because it was closer to their office. Now in the main entrance, she could see more of the actual home and from what she saw of it she had to admit it was nice. It was a classic ranch design but the décor was contemporary, with its russet stucco walls and its imported Schonbek chandeliers of the finest hand cut Swarovski crystal. It was definitely a man’s home, but it was clear that that man had expensive tastes.

“Come along,” Jacob murmured as he placed his large hand against the small of her back and urged her forward. “This way,” he said when she hesitated.

She nodded curtly before she forced herself to plant one foot in front of the other in order to ascend the stairs. Her hand trembled slightly and she gripped the banister tighter to steady herself.

Her nervousness increased steadily as they meandered their way through the home. Like her own family ranch home, this one was huge, and they walked for several seconds through winding corridors, before they stopped at a door.

Jacob dug into his pocket and pulled out a small key before slipping it into the lock and turning the knob.

He stepped aside to let her walk through the doorway first.

As soon as she stepped inside, she stopped in her tracks.

“This apartment has four bedrooms, two baths and a full kitchen. You can enter and exit from the garage which is through that door,” he said as he gestured towards a door adjacent to the kitchen area.

“It’s very private. My brothers and I will leave it up to you to decide whether you want housekeeping to come in and clean—”

She spun around to face him. “But I already have an apartment.”

His lips twisted into a disapproving frown. “Did we not make it clear to you that you are to be available to us at any time?”

She gritted her teeth together fighting against the tiny voice in her head that screamed at her to rake her nails down his face.

“This apartment is for our convenience. Not yours.”

She stood there fuming, but didn’t argue. What was there to say, really? She’d already agreed to this stupid charade. She knew the terms. If she was having a hard time accepting them then that was her problem not theirs.

“Do all four of you live here?”

He nodded. “I have a condo in Dallas because I do a lot of business there. Jackson also has a house in Houston, but basically this is our home.”

Her head began to spin at the revelation. Omigod. With nothing but a few steps separating her from them, she could very well find herself servicing them more than she did anything else.

“If you give me your keys I will have movers transfer your things here. We’ll also take care of breaking the lease on your apartment—”

She opened her mouth to protest.

“You won’t need it,” he added.

Her lips pursed into a frown, although she knew he was right. She tensed when he stepped towards her, his large frame edging into her personal space. She immediately took a step back, but his hand shot out to grasp her wrist, halting her futile attempt to escape his looming presence.

With hooded eyes, he leisurely studied her face. “When was the last time you took a lover?” he asked, his deep voice sliding over her with that husky quality that out of all of them, was unique to him.

“Excuse me?”

His eyes darkened with irritation. “When was the last time you had sex, Camille?”

Her mouth fell open in shock. “That’s none of your business! What I did before has—”

“Do I need to remind you that fighting me at every turn is not something I consider satisfying or pleasing?”

“So besides being your mistress on a string, I now can’t speak my mind or have any opinion?”

His eyebrows lifted at her outburst, before they snapped back down to frame unyielding eyes. “Not when it comes to sex. So again, when was the last time?”

Her nostrils flared at his words. She turned away from him then, effectively wrenching her wrist from his grasp. She was so embarrassed. How could she admit that she hadn’t slept with a man in over three years? Her ex-husband had stopped even pretending to desire her a year before the divorce and while in Dublin she was too busy trying to reclaim the person that she once was that she didn’t even consider opening herself up to a relationship. She ducked her head when her face began to flush with heat.

“Th—three years,” she whispered, unable to meet his penetrating gaze.

“That probably means you don’t have very many pieces of lingerie,” he mumbled more to himself than to her, apparently unfazed by her humiliating declaration.

“I’ll go shopping with you tomorrow. My brothers and I don’t have exact tastes but they are similar. They can take you out later if they don’t like my selections.”

Her gaze snapped to his face. “So you make a habit of sharing women?”

He shrugged. “The younger three do, sometimes—”

“But you don’t?” She asked, wondering why that was.

“Nope. This is my first time.” His eyes seemed to burn a hole through her clothing as they travelled the length of her figure, much like he’d done two days ago in his office. “I’m possessive by nature,” he said softly.

Camille’s eyes grew wide at his statement, wondering exactly what he meant by that. She got the distinct impression that all of them were possessive by nature.

She opened her mouth to ask him to explain when a soft knock sounded at the door. Moments later it swung open.

Her heart squeezed tightly in her chest when she saw Jason, Jeff and Jackson stride through the doorway.

Damn.

She’d thought she’d at least have the first night off, but apparently not.

* * * *

Camille glanced at Jacob when he nodded at them.

They all returned his nod, before smiles broke out across their faces. She studied them as some type of silent communication passed between all four of them. She started to ask what was going on when Jacob spoke.

“She hasn’t had sex in three years,” he said casually.

She closed her eyes as waves of embarrassment washed over her.

“Really? Why not?” Jackson asked, turning his gaze towards her.

Her stomach dropped. She didn’t know how to answer that. She wondered if they didn’t really care if she answered, but when they all stood there silently waiting with expectant eyes she figured they cared after all.

“I—I um went through a divorce. And then I moved to Ireland. And I—I needed to get over my divorce,” she stammered.

“You still love him?”

She shook her head at Jackson.

“No,” she answered simply, relieved when they dropped the subject, seemingly satisfied with her answer.

“Take off your clothes.”

She stared at Jacob. “Huh?”

She nodded dumbly when impatience flashed in his eyes. Okay, I can see how my questions could get annoying.

Reaching for the hem of her sweater, she pulled it over her head and tossed it aside, before unfastening her jeans and shucking them down her thighs. She was so mortified when she had to hop slightly just to get them off because they were too tight.

“All of your clothes,” Jacob whispered.

Her stomach clenched into tiny knots when she lifted her gaze to stare at each of them. There had only been three lovers in her entire life, and none of them had ever been particularly overjoyed when they saw her naked. She had finally reclaimed her self esteem——she couldn’t backslide now, and she knew the Downing brothers had nothing but revenge on their minds. They would make her strip naked and then burst into fits of laughter. She was certain of it, and she refused to be a malicious pawn in their game. She’d agreed to their absurd bargain, but she refused to be ridiculed by them.

She jerked her head towards the light switch. “Can we dim the lights?”

“No,” Jacob said firmly.

She pursed her lips into a frown at his refusal. She glanced around at all of them, her eyes pleading. What she saw in their gazes confused her. There was some impatience, which she figured was due to her stalling, but that was overwhelmed by the sparks of desire that churned in the depths of their eyes.

Their desire was encouraging, but it wasn’t enough. She lowered her head, as tears burned the backs of her eyes. She couldn’t do it.

She’d never had the courage to undress with the lights on. She didn’t know how to do it now and certainly not with all of them standing there. They were just so perfect, and she was just so not.

She stiffened when Jacob stepped in front of her and reached around her back to unfasten her bra.

Leaning down, he placed a slow wet trail of soft kisses against her neck as he gingerly pried her lacy undergarment from her body.

“Don’t.” Jacob commanded when she moved to lift her hands to cover her breasts.

She stopped.

In a heartbeat he dragged her into his embrace and lowered his head to seize her mouth in a deep, hungry kiss. His tongue slipped between her lips, stroking inside her mouth, lighting a fire that made her nipples harden and her pussy ache.

Tearing his lips from hers he slid down her body. With slow, torturous movements he placed gentle kisses across her jaw, down the column of her throat, between her breasts, and against her stomach. Once on his knees, he lifted his hands to loop his fingers under the elastic of her underwear.

“Look at me,” he barked out when she slid her gaze to the floor. She shifted her eyes to meet his. She held his gaze as he slowly pushed her panties past her hips, over her ass and down her legs. She stepped out of them, shocked when instead of flinging them aside, he balled them up and slipped them into his pocket.

“You won’t need them,” he murmured softly. “While you are inside these walls, you will not wear any panties,” he said and leaned forward to place gentle kisses against the mound of her pussy.

She cried out when he slipped his tongue between the folds of her wet heat, his warm breath tickling the sensitive skin of her shaved pussy. He stroked his tongue back and forth, ploughing though her moist flesh, dragging ragged cries from her lips.

“Mmmm. You taste so good. I can’t wait to fuck your pussy,” he groaned before he shifted back on his heels and stood up.

He glanced over his shoulder at his brothers.

She’d been so focused on Jacob that she’d forgotten all about them.

They walked forward, their eyes now glowing with blatant lust. She looked down, shocked to see the soft cotton of their sweat pants tenting where their large erections poked out.

Jacob ushered her into the living room. There was a large dark oak table in the centre of the room, with soft, mauve cushions covering it. It was an odd table, but she thought nothing of it. She moved to sit down on a nearby couch, not knowing what else to do, but Jacob halted her in midstride when he wrapped his arm around her waist.

She stood there trembling with anticipation while each of them stripped out of their clothing. She worked hard to stifle the combined gasp of shock and moan of pleasure. As she’d known, they were all perfection. Broad chests, defined abs, taut muscular legs. Everywhere she looked, stood chiselled perfection and large, thick cocks. She gulped deeply. She knew she must have looked like a deer caught in the headlights but in truth that was exactly how she felt.

Her heart stopped when Jacob reached into a small drawer beside the couch and pulled out condoms and lubrication? She gasped. Jacob shot her a curious look but said nothing of her shocked gasp or wide eyes. Placing the items aside, she stood there dumbly while he directed the others. She knew he was giving them their positions, which was completely surreal to her. She thought they would take their turns with her, or something. She really hadn’t prepared herself for the possibility that she would be fucked simultaneously by four men in their prime. If this was what her nights were going to be like for the next six months, there was no way in hell she was going to last. Physically, she just wouldn’t be able to keep up.

“Hop on the table Camille,” Jacob instructed.

She glanced back at the table for the first time realising why it had cushions on it. In the back of her mind she wondered if they had bought the table that way or had it cushioned after they realised the utility in doing so.

With all the gracefulness of a bull in a china shop, she dragged herself on top of the table.

Jackson followed behind her.

“Lie down and open your legs,” he whispered.

She was getting the hang of this. They would command and then she would do.

Leaning back, she lifted her knees and spread her thighs.

She watched with anticipation as Jackson settled himself between her thighs. Leaning forward he buried his face in her pussy.

“Oh,” she cried out on a strangled moan when he began to fuck her with his mouth, alternating between shoving his tongue in and out of her hole and nibbling on her clit.

When he took two fingers and plunged them inside of her she nearly flew off the table.

“Oh, God,” she moaned as Jackson stroked his fingers inside of her, his lips sucking her clit hard.

It had been so long since a man had pleasured her and she could feel her orgasm quickly building at the centre of her pussy.

Her legs began to tremble with the force of her nearing climax. Clenching her eyes shut, she threw her head back, her spine arching as she came.

“Jackson,” she screamed, her hands flying to his hair, her fingers digging into his scalp as she pumped her hips off the table to grind her pussy against his face.

When the final aftershocks of her climax shuddered through her, she relaxed back against the table, spent.

But rest was to elude her that night.

Still thoroughly satiated, she felt Jackson lift her for a second, before he settled beneath her. The thickly muscled plane of his torso brushed against her back as she stretched out above him.

His cock nudged between the folds of her ass and she sucked in a breath. She had never been fucked in the ass before, and she was both thrilled and terrified by the idea. All thoughts of terror were quickly shoved from her mind when Jackson scooted them both towards the end of the table, so that if she tipped her head back it would rest just against the edge of the table.

She was curious about how this position was going to work when Jeff hopped up on the table to straddle her stomach.

She moaned when he leaned over to take her breasts into his hands. He massaged her breasts in his hands, playing with their lush softness for several moments. Then with gentle but firm strokes, he tugged at her nipples. A loud hiss escaped her lips when he leaned forward to feast upon them.

“Jeff,” she cried out when he buried his face into her chest.

For several moments he kneaded her breasts in his large hands, before squashing them together so that he could flick his tongue across the stiffened peaks of her nipples.

Her pussy began to quiver again as the tingling sensations slid from her sensitive nipples, down her spine to the centre of her moist heat. A strangled moan erupted from her mouth when he lifted his head from her breasts, and moved up her body to completely straddle her chest.

She lifted her head from the end of the table to watch what Jeff was doing, although she could feel every wondrous sensation.

He reached for lube from somewhere behind him and dribbled the cool liquid across her breasts.

She hissed softly as shivers racked her body when he massaged the slippery wetness into her breasts moments before he slid his cock between the full mounds.

“Ohhhh,” she cried out and her head fell back when Jeff began to vigorously fuck her breasts.

With her head back and her mouth open, Jason seized the opportunity to press his stiff cock against her parted lips. It was in that moment when she finally understood why Jackson had positioned her in such a manner. Everyone now had access.

She hesitated briefly before she stuck out her tongue to swipe across the head of his dick.

“Shit,” he hissed as he clenched his jaw tight. “Suck it,” he commanded softly.

Their eyes met as she opened her mouth at the same moment Jason pressed his cock between her lips.

He groaned loudly, his hand gripping her face on both sides.

She wrapped her lips securely around his cock and sucked hard, taking him deep into her mouth letting the tip of his cock graze the back of her throat.

With the position she was in, he had to stroke his cock in and out of her mouth as she was powerless to set the rhythm while she worked furiously at sucking his hard length.

“Ah, Camille,” Jason rasped, his slow strokes growing more urgent, though he was still careful not to thrust too hard into her mouth given the vulnerable position.

Her tongue swirled around the thick base of his dick when he entered and then slid across the slit in the middle of the head when he pulled out. His breath came in short pants every time she flicked her tongue around the crown of his cock, before dipping under the sensitive fold of skin. His eyelids slid shut as his head fell back—the veins in his neck bulging against his skin.

She continued to suck his dick as he stroked slowly in and out of her mouth until suddenly she felt pressure against her anus.

She tensed, which caused Jason to break his rhythm but he didn’t stop, and neither did Jeff as he quickened his thrusts between the valley of her breasts.

She stiffened when Jackson reached down between their bodies to stroke one lubricated finger inside her ass, pushing through the clenching muscles. He stroked his finger in and out of her virgin anus before he added another lubricated finger.

“Relax,” crooned Jackson.

She couldn’t. The pressure was overwhelming.

“Close your eyes and focus on the heat building inside your pussy,” whispered Jackson.

She did—and it helped. The pressure was still there, but it was different. She could feel her pussy beginning to clench and unclench with the new sensation of having her rectum probed.

“Jackson,” she cried out in distress when he replaced his plunging fingers with the head of his cock.

“It’s alright Camille. Just relax.” She heard Jacob say in the distance.

At his words, some of the tension flowed from her body. She didn’t know why, but when he said it, she believed it.

She clenched her eyes tight as Jackson fed his condom lubricated cock into her anus, inch by inch. The coolness of the lubricating gel made her tense up again.

“Camille, baby, it’s okay. You have to relax,” Jacob whispered again.

Her eyes flew open then when at the same time Jackson plunged the last inch of his cock inside her rectum, Jacob surged forward to bury his dick deep inside her dripping cunt. She’d been so fixated on Jackson’s entry that she never noticed Jacob sliding along the length of her body to grip her thighs and spread them apart.

It was all just too much. The sensations were overwhelming as each brother probed her body with their massive cocks.

Her pussy began to vibrate with another orgasm as Jacob pounded inside her, his cock hammering into her tight sheath over and over again.

“God, Camille, you’re so tight,” Jacob rasped out. She knew it was him. Surprisingly, she already knew the distinct, timber of each of their deep voices, but Jacob’s gravelly tone was easy to distinguish.

Loud grunts and rough groans filled up the spacious room, echoing against the walls. She laid there, the centre of their lusts while they both used and pleasured her body at the same time.

Jason was the first to lose control.

She could tell he was close to coming when his strokes grew more haphazard, his hips jerking wildly back and forth.

She released a soft moan, letting the vibrations glide across his cock as she tightened her lips around him.

“I’m coming,” he rasped out moments before his cock exploded, shooting jet after jet of warm, milky semen into her mouth.

Mindful, of the position she was in, Jason immediately pulled his still rigid length out of her mouth and lifted her head so that she could swallow his cum down her throat without choking.

Still holding her head, he leaned down to press a soft kiss against her lips before he stepped away from her, disappearing from her line of vision.

She was so intent upon searching for Jason that it took her several moments to realise that Jacob, Jeff and Jackson had all stopped to shift her body down so that her head could rest fully on the table.

As soon as she was fully on the table, they resumed fucking her with deep, hard strokes.

Jacob was the roughest, as he slammed into her clenching sheath with penetrating thrusts.

She could hear guttural sounds coming from his mouth as he fucked her, his words unintelligible.

As he held her thighs wide, all she could do was lose herself in the sensation of having him ram his huge erection into her cunt, the tip of his dick brushing against her G-spot, causing white hot shocks to surge through her body with each brutal stroke.

Abruptly, she felt Jeff stiffen above her, moments before a shower of tiny beads of warmth tickled her breasts and nipples.

She lifted her head to see Jeff’s head roll back on stiff shoulders that bunched and corded with tension, as he grasped his cock in his hand, wringing out the last drops of his semen. She stuck out her tongue just in time to catch the final tiny droplets of his cum that splattered all the way to her lips.

The action drew Jeff’s gaze, and a crooked grin lifted his mouth before he leaned forward to place a gentle peck against her forehead.

With achingly slow movements he slid from her body and off the table.

Much like she did with Jason she tried to watch where he disappeared to, but just like the last time her attention was dragged back to the thrusting cocks of the two men that remained inside her body.

“Oh!” Her eyes widened as Jackson and Jacob flipped her. She was amazed at the ease with which they did it. The effort seemed well coordinated since neither one pulled out to do it. She wondered just how many times they had fucked the same woman at the same time, but then remembered Jacob had said this was his first time at sharing.

From the new position, Jackson was able to work his dick deeper inside her. Shoving his cock forward, be buried his stiff erection deep into her rectum over and over again with vigorous strokes.

“Jackson,” she cried out. Her anus was burning and though she could feel tiny waves of pleasure, it did nothing to mask the twinge of pain that accompanied every thrust into her ass.

With deep probing strokes, he pounded into her, his balls slapping against her flesh.

At the same time, Jacob surged his hips upwards, sinking his cock into her dripping pussy.

“Yes, Camille. Yes,” she heard Jackson roar out just as his body stiffened and warm cum burst from his cock to fill up the condom that separated their bodies.

He leaned forward, his warm breath sliding across her shoulder as his cock twitched deep inside her anus, still pumping seed into the thin barrier of the condom.

“Mmmm,” he moaned out deeply before he placed a gentle kiss against the back of her neck and slipped his cock from her body.

“Ahhh,” she cried out softly, the withdrawal of his erection causing tiny slivers of pleasure-pain to crawl up her spine.

Another sharp cry escaped from her lips when Jacob pushed her back so that she could straddle him fully, his huge cock now buried to the hilt inside her cunt. Her chest heaved from exertion. She wasn’t to get even a moment’s break!

“Ride me,” he whispered, and his hands gripped her hips, his nails digging into the soft flesh.

She lifted her hips to ride him, but he didn’t really give control over to her. Clutching her waist, he jerked her down on his cock, impaling her hard on his shaft.

“Jacob,” she screamed throwing her head back, her hair brushing against her shoulders.

“That’s it baby. Ride my cock.”

Her breasts jiggled wildly as he forced her down on his dick, ploughing his stiff erection through the tight muscles and tender flesh of her pussy.

Her cunt was so wet from all of the sensations of being fucked by him and his brothers that her juices dribbled all over his bare cock.

With Jacob’s rough stabbing strokes up into her pussy and his steel length scraping against her clit with each thrust, she could feel another orgasm approaching.

“I’m coming. I’m coming,” she rasped out. Her body trembled and her channel pulsed around Jacob’s pounding length. Clenching her eyes shut, she stiffened above him as her climax roared through her body like a raging fire. Pumping her hips wildly, she bounced on his cock as she came in a blinding rush that was so powerful it sent her hurling forward against his chest.

Lying spent against Jacob’s torso, she panted while he reached around to cup the full globes of her ass. Clutching her ass, he jerked her down on his cock at the same time he rammed his dick up inside her. He pounded into her still spasming pussy so hard, that the sounds of his flesh slapping against hers echoed off the walls. Holding her tight, he impaled her on his shaft with deep, stabbing strokes before he suddenly jerked beneath her.

“Shit, Camille,” he growled, his warm breath tickling her ear.

With his eyes clenched shut and his muscles corded tight, he released a loud roar as he dug his fingers deep into her ass.

She worked her inner muscles, clenching and unclenching her pussy around his cock.

“Camille,” he growled out on a strangled groan just as she felt his dick jerk inside of her and erupt, spurting loads of hot cum deep into her cunt.

He came for a long time, his cock shooting endless jets of cum into her pussy until some spilled from her hole.

She remained still against his chest, limp as a rag doll, while he panted beneath her. Exhausted and thoroughly satiated, she closed her eyes then and drifted off to sleep with Jacob’s cock still nestled deep inside her tender sheath.

* * * *

Jacob lifted a sleeping Camille off of him for just a moment to hop down from the table and gather her into his arms before padding on bare feet to her bedroom where he gently laid her on the bed, and tucked her under the covers. He stood there watching her as he experienced a moment’s hesitation before he shucked aside his reservations and slipped under the covers beside her.

His eyes widened in surprise when she instantly rolled over into his arms. He lifted a shaky hand to push back a curly tendril of hair from her forehead as he held her against him. What was he doing? As soon as he tucked her into bed he should have gotten up and left, just as his brothers had done. But here he lay, wide awake with Camille snuggled in his arms.

He released a long sigh and let his eyes drift closed, although he knew sleep would elude him that night. Too many disturbing thoughts brewed inside his head to allow his mind to settle into slumber.

For starters, he felt like an ass. For some reason, he’d never considered that there was a softer, vulnerable side to Camille. When they were younger, she’d always come across as confident, possessed of a quiet dignity. And when he saw her again, weeks ago, and the beautiful woman she’d grown into, he’d been sure that she still possessed that same confidence. How could she not? She was a wealthy, beautiful woman. Who wouldn’t fall at her feet to do her bidding? And then he’d glimpsed the fiery spirit inside her when she’d stormed in and out of his office days ago like a summer hurricane, but tonight she’d shown him another side of herself. A side he’d never seen before.

He’d almost called the entire thing off when he watched moisture gather in her eyes as she protested removing her clothing before them. She was a beautiful, sensual woman. He’d never suspected she was insecure when it came to her body. Her figure was lush and feminine, just the way he liked his women. He loved how her soft thighs had cushioned him as he rode her and that her round hips had been supple as he held her above him while she bounced up and down on his cock. She had no reason to be ashamed of her body, and yet he’d seen it on her face, and in that moment he’d cursed himself for putting that look of fear in her eyes. She was vulnerable and that knowledge both surprised and pleased him. Dumb as he was, he’d placed Camille on a pedestal of sorts. In his eyes, she was the haughty and conceited Douglas girl. For so long that’s what she’d been to him that he’d allowed himself to forget that she was a woman, who had her insecurities just like any other woman. It was easy to hate her when she was just his enemy’s daughter, but to see her as Camille the woman, made it harder to hold onto his anger towards her.

She mumbled softly and snuggled deeper into his embrace, and he stroked his fingers up and down the bare skin of her shoulder, holding her close. He ached to roll her beneath him and ride her lush body again, but he did his best to tamp down his growing arousal. She’d had a long day. This was a huge adjustment for her and he knew she needed to rest. Besides, he didn’t quite trust himself at the moment with his lack of control.

As part of the contract, they’d all verified their sexual health with their medical records and agreed to use protection at all times. Although Camille was on birth control, they’d just felt it was simply in all of their best interests to use condoms as well. He’d insisted on that point and then agreed to it, but when he’d settled between her warm thighs all thoughts of that one stipulation had flown from his head.

He hadn’t forgotten to use protection with a woman since his early days in college. He dragged in a deep breath. How the hell did you forget to use a condom, you jackass? It just didn’t make sense to him, given his pragmatic diligence when it came to these things. And yet, he didn’t even think about using one until the moment he felt himself exploding deep within her, but by then it had been too late. His lack of control and complete loss of willpower almost shocked him more than what he’d actually done.

She suddenly shifted against him to toss her leg over his. He stiffened when her thigh brushed against his hardening length, causing his erection to poke out against the white sheet. In that moment he knew he should have done what any gentleman would do. Drag himself out of her bed, and run to the nearest cold shower. But he was no gentleman, and yet at the same time he would like to think he wasn’t a complete jerk either.

So while he suffered most of the night in a painfully aroused state, he kept his small promise to himself and did not make love to her again that night.