I turned my head to see Jersey working his hard length with his hand.

  He winked at me. “You’re so hot,” he said. “I can’t wait.”

  I reached out my hand and joined his firm hand on his hot cock.

  “Oh, yeah,” he sighed.

  Between Rory teasing my rosebud with his mouth, and with Cole lavishing my clit with his tongue, I came hard and fast.

  “Oh, god,” I groaned.

  “Let’s change this up,” said Rory.

  Oh, dear Lord, what was I in for now? Not that I was complaining. Still, the thought was overwhelming that all these men were hot for me.

  “Hmmm, what do you think, Cole?” said Rory.

  “Tobias,” said Cole, “lay across the bed.”

  “Listen to him, Marshall. He’s good at this.”

  “He is?” said Tobias.

  “Trust us,” said Rory. “Cole has always been more adventurous.”

  “I believe that.”

  Rory gently held me while Tobias moved into position.

  “Put your knees over the edge,” said Cole.

  “We’re going to take care of you, hon,” said Rory. “But I think Tobias would like it if you go to him.”

  I nodded. I’d always loved Tobias, more than I should have, but now, with him willing and obviously wanting me, I wouldn’t say no.

  “Hey,” he said as I straddled him. Rory held me from behind, so I didn’t fall off.

  I leaned forward and kissed him with all the pent-up passion I carried for him all these years. Somewhere in that kiss, he entered me, and I moaned.

  “Princess,” he whispered.

  Lubed fingers circled my rosebud again and slipped inside the muscled ring.

  “Oh, my God!”

  “Can I do this, hon?” said Rory. “I want you so bad.”

  “Yes,” I said. They had made every muscle as soft as jelly with their miraculous massage, so I was willing to do anything.

  “Hold still, Tobias,” said Rory. And he poured more lube onto my hole, and then pressed the head of his cock to it, and popped it with a slight sting. But he pushed slowly back and forth to work himself in.

  “That’s fucking hot,” said Cole.

  Yes. It was. I hadn’t ever imagined doing this, but I loved these two men filling me.

  “Here, I want to try something,” said Jersey. “Hold her up, Tobias.”

  Jersey reached for my hand and put it on his throbbing cock. “Your hand is so sweet. I want it on me when I come.”

  “Baby,” said Cole, “kiss my cock.”

  He held it to my mouth as Tobias held my sides, and I licked the tip of it and tasted his precum.

  “I want your mouth, baby,” he whispered.

  I think it was Jersey that came first with a roar and then Cole down my throat, and the sounds of those two coming lit a fire in Rory and Tobias. Rory held my hips and worked me hard, while Tobias thrashed underneath me. And we might have come at once, moaning and crying out. Fire raced through me as I bucked my hips stuffed with both Rory and Tobias, but also surrounded by the love of these four men.

  Rory pulled away and collapsed on the bed. I fell on Tobias’s chest.

  We lay for a long time while we all tried to catch our breath and with the three rock stars and one high powered laying around me the level of debauchery I just committed hit me. I made love to four men at once? I stared at the naked tangle of bodies around me that seemed like the aftermath of a porn film season. What kind of woman was I?

  I am not some college co-ed looking to sow some wild oats. Three of these men are my clients and I shouldn’t be doing this with any of them let alone one of them.

  In the dim light Tobias smiled at me. “What do you think, Princess? Have we sealed the deal?”

  I glanced at Rory, Tobias, Jersey, and Cole and their hopeful faces. These four men just blew my mind but I can’t fathom doing this as a lifestyle. This was fun, but this wasn’t me.

  “Hell, no,” I said. I scrambled out of the bed and realized my clothes were by the hot tub. I jumped out of bed as fast as I could.

  “Wait, what?” said Jersey.

  I found a robe, probably Cole’s, and wrapped it around me. I pulled the tie closed with a jerk.

  “You heard me,” I said.

  “I told you she wouldn’t go for your brilliant idea, Cole,” snapped Rory.

  “Now wait one fucking minute,” growled Cole.

  I whistled sharply, and the four snapped their heads to where I stood. I put my hands on my hips.

  “This is why. You fucking assholes have to argue about everything. How did you ever put out one album let alone become one of the hottest rock bands in the world? What makes you think you can handle a poly relationship? In fact, I don’t know if I could stand just one of you on the daily let alone the four of you.”

  With that, I turned and ran up the stairs and out of the house to find my phone. I don’t know the hell I’m crying. It’s just fucking ridiculous that I do.

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  Tobias

  "Fuck," I said. Jacine beat a retreat down the stairs leading to the hot tub and got lost in the night. My first instinct was to run after her, but knowing her, it would make her rabbit faster and harder. And that's not what I wanted her to do faster and harder. However, idiot Dys stepped onto the stair, and I jerked him back.

  “Hey, get your hands off me.”

  “If you follow her, you’ll lose her for all of us.”

  “But—”

  "Damn it, Jersey," said Rory. "He's right. We scared her off." He looked around for clothes to put on. Cole dragged his butt out of bed and pulled out sweats from his closet and tossed a pair to each of us.

  “We were too much—” said Jersey.

  “Stop it right there,” I said. “Nothing is too much for Jacine, but you must admit that you three have run her ragged since she got into town.”

  Jersey crossed his arms and gave me a hard stare.

  "We three?" he said. "I seem to remember it was you Jacine gave the right cross to."

  “It was a slap, not a right cross.”

  “Enough,” said Cole. “This is the sort of thing that ticks her off.”

  While Kane was right, that wouldn't mend the problem of Jacine ditching us, and I had warmed to the idea of "us." I'm a conventional man, and taking to bed with three dudes and a woman wasn't my idea of fun. But my dear Lord, seeing how Jacine handled all of us gave me pause. How on earth could I keep up with a sweet, young, energetic woman like her? I began to see how having other players on the team would be an enormous benefit.

  “Well, I’m getting my clothes,” said Jersey. “And someone needs to give her a ride home.”

  “You better let me do that,” I said.

  “Why you?”

  “Because Franklin is less likely to take a poke at me than any of you, and I don’t want him stressed more than he is. He should be resting.”

  “Damn it,” said Jersey. “I hate it when you make sense.”

  "Curse of the profession," I said. Jersey, Cole, and Rory grumbled, and I supposed I don't blame them. But what do you expect from three rock stars who have people fawning over them? I'm surprised none received a phone call, especially after the Hollywood Bowl, but then I remembered that they still hadn't hired new management for their band. Arcane, Clash, and Obsidian were on hold, and they had to be chafing to get to work.

  I headed out the door and down the stairs toward the hot tub. My clothes were there too, and I found Jacine hunting under the benches around the tub.

  “Looking for something?” I said.

  “Tobias,” she huffed. “Can’t find my underwear.” She slapped her hands on her thighs. “I guess I’ll chalk it up to idiocy and go on my way.” And then she sighed. “And how will I do that?”

  “I’ll take you home.”

  “Oh, no. And risk more nonsense?”

  I scratched my head here because I had no clue what she’s talking about. Jacine bent over again, reaching under a bench which gave me a lovely view of her rear covered in Holmes’ silky bathrobe.

  “Nonsense?”

  Jacine closed her eyes and balled her hands into fists at her side. “How can I ever be alone with you again, or any of them? I’m supposed to be a goddamned professional. And what do I do? Fall into bed with my fantasies, all of them, at the first opportunity. How can any of you trust me again?”

  I wanted to gather her into my arms and murmur away her concerns with sweet words but with her independent streak wider than an LA highway that would make things worse. And I can see that if I let her out of my sight without resolving this she'd shut herself away from us and that can't happen.

  Because if it did, it would break my heart.

  “I think you are right,” I said.

  Surprise lit her gorgeous face.

  “You do?”

  “Yes. The issue is trust.”

  “Damn straight.”

  “I never trusted my heart when it came to you. I’ve loved you all of your life, Jacy. But I never expected to love you as a woman. Do you remember your graduation party before you left for New York?”

  “Yes,” she said hesitantly.

  "It was then I knew how I loved you, and I couldn't forgive myself for it. I'm twenty years older, and you always called me ‘Uncle Tobias.' I'm your father's best friend, for Christ's sake."

  “Oh, Tobias,” she said. “I’m sorry.”

  “It’s not your fault, Jacy. But I think it's not mine either. How can I not love you? I love you for everything you are. Your beauty, your intelligence, your bang-on business sense, your stubbornness, your snarky mouth.”

  I moved closer, and she didn’t protest. I’m inches within kissing her.

  "I can deny you nothing. Ever. If you want to take up with three rock stars, how can I say ‘no’? Your sadness is mine as well as your happiness. I love you, Jacine Alexander, and I've never said that to another woman because I can't. I will always be yours whether or not you want me."

  Tears formed at her eyes, and the worst sensation of loss came over me as I divined that after all I said, she'd push me away.

  Instead, she flung herself into my arms.

  "I'm sorry," she said. Oh, dear Lord. Those words confirmed my worst suspicions.

  “I love you too, Tobias. I always have. I was deadly serious about marrying you since I was five years old. I thought, besides my father, you were the most handsome man I’d ever seen. No one compared to you, and every time I did, it was you I’d pick. But then Banshee came along, and I fell in love again. Usually, a girl picks one of the band members, but no, not me. I fell for all three of them.”

  "I guess I can see why." I didn't want to say this, but hell, the sex appeal of the three rockers was the stuff of platinum records and sold-out concerts. Sure they were excellent musicians. But it was their looks that sent their careers into the stratosphere.

  “Don’t you see why this is all impossible?” said Jacine. “How can I love four men? It can’t be real. A tumble in the sheets is one thing. But living with all four? For the real? In the day-to-day? Damn, it’s hard enough to love one man.”

  Jacine put her head against my chest, and I felt her wet tears against it. I'd never seen Jacy conflicted, not once. No wonder she melted down. For the first time in her life, she didn't have a rudder, and her moral compass spun out of control.

  I kissed the top of her sweet head because she buried her mouth in my chest. And damn it, I am an old man, but she stirred my desire once again. How can I let her go? I can’t. How can I urge her to choose just me?

  “The problem is I do love each one of you. I can’t pick just one of you like a normal woman could.”

  I hugged her tighter and kissed the top of her head again. She was so sweet in my arms, and I realized that not only could I not let her go, I couldn't be responsible for her unhappiness. And she would be if she did not have what her heart wanted—all of us.

  “Is that what’s bothering you? You worry about whether you’re normal? Princess, you grew up in LA. I’d say the normal boat sailed before you were born.”

  She sniffed and half-chuckled through her tears.

  “I guess you’re right.”

  “And look, at least with this arrangement the odds are in your favor. Should one of those jerks takes off on you, you won’t be alone.”

  “Hey!” protested a voice from above. Who was that? Rory?

  Jacine looked up, and a light flicked on to reveal the three rockers on the deck above leaning against the railing with smiles on their faces.

  Fuckers.

  “You’ve been listening to us all this time?” said Jacine.

  “Hell, yes,” said Jersey. “And it was fucking beautiful. All of it.”

  “I liked the part about how you fell in love with us all at once,” said Rory.

  “Well,” said Cole. “She fell for lawyer man first, but I guess you can’t blame her.”

  “Gee, thanks,” I said.

  Jersey whipped out his phone and dialed.

  “What are you doing,” I said.

  “I’m calling a limo,” he said.

  “Right. We should get Jacy home,” I said. Disappointment hollowed a hole in my gut. What would she do now?

  “I agree,” said Jersey. “I hope you’ll allow all of us to take you there.”

  Jacine sighed as if it was the least she could do. “Okay.”

  So we dressed and climbed into the limo when it came. She settled in between Rory and me, while Cole book ended me. Jersey spoke to the driver directly before settling beside Rory. It didn't escape me that Cole and Jersey kept as much distance between them as possible. Lingering resentments maybe?

  The limo took off just as the sun rose behind the Hollywood Hills and I couldn’t keep my hands off Jacine. Neither could Rory.

  “Please,” pleaded Jacine.

  “What? No farewell tour?” said Jersey. The fucker knelt on the floor between Jacine’s legs and removed her shoes and kissed, then sucked on her feet.

  “I didn’t know you had a foot fetish, Dys,” said Cole.

  Jersey looked up with a wild gleam in his eye.

  "Don't hate, man. She has two feet. I can share."

  “You damn well better.”

  Soon two rock stars knelt the floor licking and sucking her feet. Jacine made little noises and then moaned. Rory squeezed her breast and then unbuttoned her shirt and pulled down her bra and sucked on her hardened nipples. It was too much for me, and I took her mouth with abandon. My hand slid to that sweet spot between her legs, and soon she was bucking and thrashing under it. Her head fell and back, and before I could connect with her again, she uttered her ecstasy in one loud moan. Her head fell against my shoulder.

  “Oh god, please stop,” she pleaded.

  Dys mumbled something in her muff, and she gasped again.

  But the limo stopped, and if I Jacine didn't steal my attention, I would have noticed we were not heading toward Franklin's house.

  The limo drew up into a long landscaped driveway and then a circular drive in front of a house faced with two stories of glass windows revealing a spiral staircase. Two extensions of the house faced with pillared porticos bracketed the tall section, and more wide windows sat in the two stories. We exited the limo and stared at it.

  “What’s this?” said Jacine.

  "I bought it," said Jersey. He pulled a flyer from his jacket. "Two-story glass wall boasts natural light upon the spiraling staircase and entryway. Dark custom wood floors throughout give depth to every room against the light white walls and high ceilings. Six bedrooms, seven bathrooms, step down formal living room, lavish formal dining room complete with dramatic wall-of-wine, private office. Features a freshly remodeled chef's kitchen complete with a glass framed breakfast nook looking out upon the outdoor grounds. Master suite with newly renovated bathroom, dry sauna, large his/hers walk-in closets. Basement level with two bedrooms, a movie theater, and a temperature-controlled wine room. Includes the pool, jacuzzi, outdoor dining/entertaining space, pizza oven, full bar, outdoor bathroom, and putting green." He looked at me. "The last is for you, Tobias."

  “Gee, thanks.”

  "It's only six bedrooms, but it gives us each our own space, and there is a guesthouse in back we can convert into a studio. It's a good starter home."

 

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