Chapter Sixteen

It was early when we went to sleep, and I woke up after only a few hours. Las Vegas was also three hours behind my part of the world, so while my body knew it was late, my brain said it was way too early to sleep. I ached all over, but I felt Tristan’s warmth behind me, and I gently rolled over to look at him.

The room was dark, but the television was still on. It lit Tristan up in a bluish-white light as I looked at him. His face was peaceful in sleep and he snored softly, but I didn’t mind. I let my gaze run all over his face, and then, I couldn’t help it, I reached out to touch the strong line of his jaw.

His snores softened before they came back. I waited until then to let my hand move down, to the silky skin of his shoulder. He, like his brothers, was well-muscled on every inch of his body. From the swimming one of them had mentioned, I’d guess. I’d touched them all, I knew them all intimately, but I wanted to know every inch of their skin, their bodies.

My fingers splayed out as I ran my hand down over his chest. Smooth and satiny soft, his chest was broad, unlined, and unmarked by tattoos. I’d noticed none of them had any, which was unusual in this day and age, but not unheard of.

I let my hand go lower, always with an ear out in case his breathing changed. I found a hard abdomen, flat but muscled, that went down to the very heart of him.

I paused again, to make sure he was asleep still. I didn’t want to wake him, not yet. I just wanted to touch him, explore the strangeness of the male form. I’d seen women naked, my mother when she changed in front of me, girls in the locker room at school, but never a man. Not in real life anyway.

They were different, harder in places, with skin like the finest silk money could buy. It was impressive and I wanted to feel more. But my attention was caught by his cock. My first touch brought it to life. He became hard in my hand in an instant and I stopped breathing, I didn’t move at all. He continued to snore softly, so I moved my hand, to see what new response I’d get.

A soft moan interrupted the snores and I grinned with conquest. I’d aroused him, even in his sleep!

I wrapped my fingers more tightly around the length of him and stroked him the way he’d shown me to earlier.

“I’ll have to fuck you if you keep doing that, Nicolette.” His words interrupted his snores and I went stone still. “So, either let me go back to sleep or roll onto your side.”

“My side?” I asked, surprised. I had no idea what he had planned.

“Yes, sweetheart. Go on, roll over.” He nudged me to guide me over and so I did as he asked.

“Put this leg out, like that.” He pushed my right leg, the one on top, up and over my left leg against the bed. “Now, move your ass out like this.”

He moved me again and then curled up behind me. I was already aroused from my exploration of him. I knew this wouldn’t hurt at all. I’d be too wet to feel any pain at all.

“Fuck, I’ve waited all day for this. I don’t know how long I’ll last,” he warned as he put his face against my hair and inhaled.

“It’s okay, Tristan. Do whatever you want to do.”

He braced one hand on my right shoulder, pulled my torso back towards his chest, and slid right into me. He went into me smoothly, without a single instance of hesitation. A shiver of delight, so familiar now, but always a delightful surprise, coursed up my spine.

He pushed his left arm under me and pulled me up to his chest. Tristan cupped my breasts as he clasped me to him with an intensity I hadn’t felt from him before.

“You are so beautiful, Nicolette,” he whispered in my ear as he slid in and out of me in a gentle rhythm. We weren’t driving each other on or fighting for dominance, we were just enjoying each other languidly.

I turned my head and he kissed me, just as his fingers tugged at my nipples.

“Tristan,” I breathed his name as that mad rush towards pleasure came over me again. His lips on mine, the way he surrounded me, slid into me while my thighs pressed together just right to put pressure on my clit, caused an inferno of tight pleasure to swirl in my lower abdomen.

I knew it now, this build to orgasm, and I enjoyed each second of it. When it broke over me, it was as gentle as Tristan was. I cried out softly, too tired to hold back, but it was all so sweet and exquisitely tender that I couldn’t make a louder noise if I’d wanted to.

“Come with me, Nicolette. Follow me, baby, please.”

That was all it took to push me over entirely. I felt his body go rigid behind me as mine bowed back into him. He went still and groaned as waves started to shake over me, over and over, as he let himself go.

Another fuck up, but for now, I didn’t care. I’d get the morning-after pill, or something to make sure, I decided sleepily as he pulled out of me. I curled into my pillow with his arms still around me.

“Sleep, princess. You deserve it after the day you’ve had.” He kissed my temple and pulled a little further away, just enough to let me have my own space in the gargantuan bed.

I didn’t want him to go, but I wasn’t used to sleeping with someone, so it was kind of a relief too. I wasn’t expecting this, that I’d wind up in bed with one of the hottest men I’d ever met, falling asleep in a t-shirt that wasn’t even mine.

I’d been afraid of rejection when this day started, terrified that I was about to make a huge mistake, but once I’d convinced Michael to let me in, everything had changed. I’d got on that plane, come here, and somehow managed to accomplish my one goal.

I’d had all four of them, one by one.

I guess they had their own plans for Amanda, which made me wonder about where she was. Surely, she knew that they were in Vegas. Was she here too? Was she looking for them?

I didn’t want to face her yet, not until I had a plan in place to reveal exactly how I’d gotten my revenge on her. I’d ruined everything she worked so hard for. Although from what the brothers said, they’d never planned to do anything more than humiliate her anyway. I still wanted to be sure I could see her face when she got the news. I wanted to watch her face crumble and anger make her face go red with rage.

It was childish, I know that, but four years of her bullshit made me just a little petulant. Sue me.

I didn’t regret a thing, I thought as I drifted closer to sleep. I’d not only lost my virginity, but I’d also gained knowledge about how sex didn’t have to be just between two people. I’d often heard of men wanting two women at once, but I didn’t know women could have more than one man, much less four.

I’d thought it odd, all those weeks ago, but now that I’ve experienced it, well, I wasn’t totally sure I could go back to anything normal. I remembered the conversation I’d overheard earlier. Had it been a dream? I didn’t have time to think about it too hard. My brain drifted deeper, and then I was gone, into dreams about having each brother one by one again and then all of them at the same time.

We were in the mountains in a snow-covered cabin one minute, then a plantation house, back in the days when women wore long skirts. It was all dreams, fantasies, but it felt so real. I woke up to find that Tristan was over me again, this time with a condom on as he slid into me.

“Mm, hi there, baby,” I whispered and turned my head away when I thought about the fact that I hadn’t brushed my teeth yet.

“Good morning, Nicolette. Fuck, you’re so damn tight. It’s incredible.” He moved quick, fast, and before I knew it, he’d found his release.

Tristan was my gentle lover then, the one that wanted those sweet private moments to himself. Some might say it was selfish when you considered the dynamic we’d gotten ourselves into, but I thought it was more about him wanting a little romance in his life. It was nice to be dirty, to have all of them around me at once, but this was nice too.

I rolled out of bed when we caught our breath, one thought in mind. That bathroom, then the morning-after pill. The guys were great, but none of us needed a baby in our lives right now. I wanted to make sure that didn’t happen, so I knew I needed to find a pharmacy.

When I got out of the shower, I dressed in jeans and the shirt I’d worn on the plane, I found breakfast on the table and a setting ready for me. “Hi, guys!”

My hair was wet down my back, a heavy weight, but one I was accustomed to. It soaked the back of my shirt before I’d even sat down which made me shiver a little.

“Are you cold?” Daniel asked about to stand up. To change the thermostat I guessed, but I waved him back to his seat.

“It’s just my hair making my shirt wet.” I opened a bottle of orange juice and saw a pack of pills beside the plate. “What are these?”

“It’s the morning-after pill. Michael went out early to get them for you.”

I wasn’t sure if a man could get the pills, but it was Vegas and they had money dripping out of their pores, so anything was possible right?

Michael gave me the instructions and I took the necessary dosage quickly. “Thanks, I didn’t want to get caught in that situation.”

“No problem. We thought we’d show you the sights today if you wanted to go out?” Adam suggested from the other side of the table and I nodded.

“I think my body could use a break.” I blushed as I said it but didn’t look away. “Just a little one.”

“Good. Where would you like to visit first?” he asked me and we got into a discussion about where we should go as I finished my Spanish omelet.

We decided to just walk the Strip for a while, find someplace to eat for lunch, and then come back to the hotel when we were ready. I grabbed my handbag and we headed out. I saw each of the guys had on black shorts with black t-shirts, and black sandals on their feet. They weren’t exactly the same outfits, Tristan’s t-shirt had a neon green stripe across the chest, while Adam’s sandals were more like loafers than sandals, but there was a definite theme in their choice of clothing.

It was hot outside, but we spent a lot of our time in stores and a couple of museums we visited. I found some t-shirts for those back home, and one for myself, plain things with Las Vegas written on them. We all bought bottles of water as the hours passed, and I wished I’d brought shorts with me instead of jeans. I toughed it out, though, and drank more water.

It was when we got to an adults-only shop that I found a new side to the boys, playful, generous, and full of hot desire. The shop had two floors, full of designer items with beautiful outerwear on the first floor, things like dresses, pants, and shirts for both women and men and lingerie on the top floor. We walked around and I saw a lot of mirrors, glass, and black until we walked deeper into the store.

I saw that each area had a different theme. Men’s clothes and bondage-wear was decorated with black leather and chains, while women’s lingerie featured a lot of pinks, whites, and wispy feathers. I looked at the price tags as we walked through and put down everything I picked up quickly. Even with the money my grandparents had sent me, I couldn’t afford anything in this place. Was this stuff made from gold or something?

Michael came up behind me and picked everything back up that I’d put down. I glared at him, to tell him to put it back, but he just grinned like it was Easter, Christmas morning, and my birthday all on the same day. I narrowed my eyes at him again, but he just stuck his tongue out and picked up something I hadn’t even looked at.

It was a place where you could try on outfits before you bought them, you just had to keep it hygienic. I tried on several different things the boys liked and found two dresses they insisted on buying for me. I’d worn white underwear last night, but they hadn’t seen any of it since I got undressed to swim in the pool. Today, they chose black for me and a sky-blue silky nightgown that matched my eyes.

“Those go on the pile too,” Michael declared, and I stared at him. I’d seen the price tags on these things. How could these boys ever give up their trust funds, I wondered when they spent money like it was water?

The thought disturbed me, and I frowned as I changed into the next outfit, a gold and black satin lace gown that held my breasts tightly but flared down to my knees. It looked almost conservative, until you saw that my body was naked underneath, and clearly visible if you looked close enough. A robe in similar fabric went over the gown and I walked out into the private room the boys had arranged.

Each one had worn a look of complete fascination every time I walked out, but something about this one made them all sit forward. It was innocent, but not, the same as me, I guess. Although I wasn’t as innocent as I was this time yesterday. A smirk stretched across my face and I put one hand on my hip as I leaned into the doorframe.

“Well?” I asked them, and they all just nodded.

“That one too,” Adam responded, and they all agreed.

“You guys know I didn’t bring a suitcase, right? How am I supposed to get all of this home with me?”

“We’ll buy you one, don’t worry,” Michael answered before he continued. “I’ve upgraded your ticket by the way. You can carry on as much as you want to now.”

“Oh,” I said, surprised by the gesture. It was generous, kind, and thoughtful. “Thank you.”

“No problem. Anything else?” he asked and I looked back at the changing room, which was more a closet than anything.

“No. I guess we’re all getting hungry now, right?” I moved to go back into the room and that’s when I noticed Tristan was absent. “Where’s Tristan?”

“I’m here! One more thing. Try this for me?” He was barely out of breath as he ran up to me. “And these?”

It was a black bandage dress and a pair of black heels that were much higher than any I’d worn before. I accepted the challenge though and shut the door with a smile.

The dress fit me perfectly and I smoothed it down as I looked at it from all angles in the mirror. Wow was all I could think. I put the heels on and walked out to show off to the guys.

“That’s what you’ll wear out,” Tristan decided and pulled the tags from the dress and took the box to add it to the pile.

“I can’t believe you guys,” I said and kissed each one in gratitude. I didn’t want to take the gifts, but they were insistent, and I knew it would hurt their feelings if I turned the gifts down.

Paying for my haul turned into a game as each brother kept spotting things they wanted me to have. A delicate silver necklace with a fairy sitting on the moon, a pair of onyx earrings shaped like hearts that went with the black dress I had on, a pair of black stockings, then another, and another pair of shoes. Then they’d find more things and before I knew it, we had too many bags to carry.

Michael called the hotel and had them send a car to pick it all up. I could only laugh as they all gave me winks and smirks that made my heart flutter. It was too much, but for once in my life, I was being spoiled. I kind of liked it, I decided.

It was as we were leaving the store that reality kicked in and the smiles disappeared. Amanda was standing at the entrance. Not a happy girl at all. I smirked at her. Payback time.