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  Darren groaned as he moved closer to me, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of my head before sliding into Roxi's abandoned seat. "Didn't realize what I'd be walking in on," he said with no small amount of his own mortification as he looked towards where Roxi had gone.

  "I'm surprised," I said, my giggles trailing off.

  "Oh?" Darren returned his gaze to mine.

  I leaned close, sidling up to his side as I moved my lips to his ear. "With everything you've done to me, I'm surprised you can get embarrassed by hearing Roxi admit she's horny."

  Darren's eyes flashed with heat as he grabbed my arms to keep me from pulling back. "I don't see Roxi like that," he replied lowly. "She's a kid sister. You—" Darren moved closer until his lips brushed against my jawline, "are mine."

  Suddenly flushed, I clenched my thighs together as a wave of heat assailed me in a different place. I glanced down at his lips when he pulled back and smirked at me. Sucking in a breath, I moved my hand so that it rested on his upper thigh. I wasn't quite touching him where I wanted, but I was oh so close. "I'm yours?" I repeated breathily. "Why don't you take me back to the apartment and show me how much I’m yours?"

  Darren stood up so quickly that I nearly fell face-forward out of my chair. I blinked when I realized he was a few feet away, a gaze so fiery that it was already lighting me aflame. "Throw your trash away, Jamie," he said gruffly. "We're going home."

  Chapter 2

  I groaned as Darren's mouth covered mine. My back pressed against the door of the guys' apartment as he fumbled with the knob. As soon as he got the door open, several surprised looks found us, but neither Darren nor I stopped to address them as he backed me towards his room. His bedroom door slammed behind us. As he pushed me up against it, I distinctly heard Taylor say, "Well, hell, next time, I'm going to get her."

  My laughter was muffled under Darren's next kiss. He grabbed at my clothes—quickly divesting me of the fabric until I was in nothing but one of the many beautiful lacy underwear sets that Dex had taken to buying me. "Fuck," he said, pulling back as his eyes ate me up. His gaze burned a hot trail down my body as his fingers touched the edge of the lace panties. "I love Dex's presents."

  "I don't think they're always for you," I replied with a panting snort.

  His eyes met mine again, hazel clashing in swirls of brown and green. "Right now, they are," he said right before he tore the panties and let them slide down my legs. I gaped down at the flimsy fabric now laying in a heap against the floor and around one ankle.

  "Dare!" I hissed in shock. "Dex bought that! It was probably really expensive." I whimpered when I realized what Dex might do to me when he found out that Darren had torn the beautiful baby blue thong. Before I could start thinking of ways to avoid what would most likely be the spanking of a lifetime, Darren lifted me up and tossed me—squealing and crying out—across the room until I landed on his mattress.

  He was over me before I could blink, his fingers moving to my back as he unhooked my bra and jerked it down my arms. Flinging it to the side of the bed, Darren spread my legs and started kissing straight down my middle. I moaned as his mouth moved between my breasts and his fingers came up to join the party. My whole body tightened as his hands soothed my heaving breasts, the pads of his thumbs gently caressing the already hard points of my nipples. I gasped when he pinched one between his thumb and forefinger.

  "Sweetheart." He sounded out of breath and I relished in my ability to make him lose his mind like this. "I want you so much," he said harshly as his mouth paused just above my pussy.

  Without thought, I spread my legs wider and he sunk down between them—his shoulders wedging deeper. "Then take me," I urged breathlessly. "Take me, Dare."

  He looked up at me as his fingers retreated from my tightly drawn nipples. "I will, sweetheart. Don’t you fucking worry about that.”

  Darren leaned up and grabbed the back of my head, pulling me forward as his mouth crashed down hard on mine, igniting a fever pitch in my blood that had me grasping for his shirt and tugging him closer. I moaned into his mouth, undulating my hips. I whimpered when he managed to tear his mouth from mine, but when I realized that he was heading south once more, I sighed in relief.

  Darren's hands found my inner thighs, spreading them wider than before as his mouth found my clit, his tongue circling the little bud. Crying out, I clamped my thighs over his ears and squeezed as he sucked the bundle of nerves into his mouth and scraped his teeth ever so gently over it. Little stars burst behind my eyes as my hands sank into his hair, tugging and pulling—sometimes trying to pull him away when the sensations got to be too much, and sometimes to tug him closer when they weren't enough.

  All the while, Darren would talk to me. Dirty little words that only served to make me even hotter. "You like that, don’t you, sweetheart? God, you taste like fucking heaven. Do you like having my mouth on you?"

  "I do. I do!" I gasped and my hips pumped against him, wanting more. I could feel it, taste it, just within my reach—the biggest star of all was about to burst. Then he took his mouth away and sat up. I cried out in half pain, half fury, sitting up and grabbing onto him. "No. No. No."

  Darren gave me a wickedly crooked grin. I couldn't stand it anymore, I reached for his shirt and started jerking it up. "Shirt." I kissed his pec when I revealed it. "Off." I kissed his other pec and then yanked the material away and threw it clear across the room. Soon enough, Darren's pants and underwear were sailing in the same direction.

  "Now," I said, grabbing onto his shoulders and locking my legs around his waist. "Give me an orgasm."

  He laughed. "As my lady commands."

  "She does. She does," I repeated, reaching down for his cock. Darren groaned when my hand clasped the hard length of him. Returning his earlier grin with one of my own, I pumped him a couple of times before bringing my hand up and licking a path straight down to my palm before replacing it once more.

  "Fuck!" I laughed this time as he cursed while I pumped him with my fist, my hand squeezing up gently over the head. The smoothness of his shaft felt like velvet covered steel in my palm. I met his gaze and licked my lips. Darren's eyes widened as I unlinked my legs from around his waist and moved back until I was crouched over his cock with my mouth open.

  I blew gently, at first, across the head and he let loose another stream of curses that turned the air blue with their foulness. I laughed and then leaned forward, slicking my tongue over and around.

  "Sweetheart, if you're gonna blow me, then blow me—but fuck, you gotta do something. You're driving me crazy."

  I sucked his head into my mouth and he groaned, low and long. I released him and backed up. "Something like that?" I asked innocently.

  Through clenched teeth, he replied. "Yeah, just like that."

  I chuckled and took him back in my mouth, sliding my lips halfway down before retreating and repeating the process. Darren was thick in my mouth, stretching my lips and blowing out my cheeks. I placed my hands on his strong thighs and bobbed my head up and down. The strands of my hair fell around my shoulders but were soon gathered up and held away as—I assumed—Darren pulled them back to watch me work him over.

  I licked the shaft, up one side and then down the other—moaning so that the vibrations ricocheted through him. Every time I moaned, so did he. I brought one hand forward, holding the base of his cock and pumped so that as my lips moved, and so, too, did my hand. After a while, Darren started tensing up. His cock seeming to get harder and harder the more I sucked and licked him.

  "Fuck. Yeah. Oh damn, your mouth—fuck your mouth."

  I pulled off, laughing. "That's what you're doing," I said cheekily.

  Darren laughed, too, albeit a bit tensely. "I need you," he said, pushing me back. I half crawled, half scooted until I was closer to the headboard and flat on my back as Darren moved up my body.

  One of my legs stretched out and hooked over his waist as he slowly shifted so that our pelvises aligned. Darren moved his hand down
and adjusted himself until he slid right inside. To the hilt. I gasped at the feeling of fullness, my muscles contracting around him, squeezing until we both groaned.

  "God, I've missed this," Darren half whispered, half panted.

  I laughed—if there was one thing I loved about the relationship with my guys, it was that they could make me laugh all while making me hot as hell. "We just had sex two days ago," I said as he moved back and thrust forward, anchoring our hips together so that when we collided the base of his cock brushed against my clit. I gasped and wiggled.

  "Two days," he panted, thrusting again, "too long."

  I moaned when he hit a spot deep within that lit me up. And maybe it was just the ringing in my ears or the stars that were bursting again, but I could have sworn he growled when I arched my back. Darren thrust into me, his eyes drifting down to watch where our bodies met and withdrew.

  I closed my eyes, relishing in the sensations—trembling with desire and need that demanded to be fulfilled. Everywhere Darren touched me, sparks shot off, lighting me up, pushing me that much further towards a crescendo I was more than ready for. Our hips collided almost violently, thrashing. My nails sank into his shoulders, scraping downward as my whole body shuddered with release. Darren growled low in his throat, stilling over me and pressing me back into the bed with what felt like all of his weight.

  I gasped when, finally, he released a breath and then rolled to the side, moving me with him and tucking me into the crook of his arm. Panting and covered in sweat, I smiled as the extra tingles from our exertion continued to race through me. “Damn,” Darren said.

  My smile widened. “Damn is right.”

  He nodded. “Sweetheart, I think you broke me. I can’t feel my legs.”

  My chest shook with how hard I tried—and failed—to keep my laughter in. “Oh, don’t you worry, you big baby,” I teased. “I’ll take care of you.”

  Immediately, Darren rolled to cover me. “Nah, I got it.” He kissed me sweetly on the nose before sliding off the other side of the bed.

  Darren grabbed a pair of boxers, put them on, and then left the room. I grinned with amusement as I heard Taylor whistle a catcall on the other side of the door. Grabbing a sheet, I sat up, holding it to my chest. Several minutes later, Darren reappeared with a wet washcloth. “Here you go, sweetheart.” He handed me the cloth and I quickly went about cleaning up before I grabbed one of his discarded t-shirts and slid it over my naked curves.

  “So, why’d you come to get me?” I asked.

  “It’s date night—I know you were gonna study with us instead, but Dex wanted to watch that new psycho-flick and Cody ordered pizza, it’s out there now if you want some.”

  “Oh, pizza!” I was out the door before he could say anything more.

  “Looking hot, babycakes,” Taylor commented as I passed him on my way to the kitchen. “Wearing anything under that shirt?”

  I reached the counter and stuck my tongue out at him. He turned abruptly and snatched me up against him, making me gasp. His mouth slammed over mine, tongue sinking deep. Groaning and closing my eyes at the onslaught of lust, I found my hands curling up around the back of his neck and holding on as he swept me up into a kiss that had more heat than a bonfire. When he finally released me, I was panting and trying to catch my breath.

  “Darren warned you about that tongue of yours,” Taylor teased, turning and sauntering away as I slumped against the kitchen counter.

  Cody's gaze found mine as he looked at me over the top of his laptop screen. "What about Maine?" he asked.

  I rolled my eyes, moving on shaky legs to the half-open pizza box on the table. Grabbing a slice and slapping it on a porcelain plate to the side, I sat across from him and nibbled the end. "What's in Maine?"

  "Snow," Dex answered before Cody could as he came down the hallway from presumably his own bedroom. "Lots of fucking snow. It's a no from me." Dropping a kiss on the top of my head, he strode past and headed for the refrigerator, pulling a bottled water out and unscrewing the cap before propping himself against the sink. His throat worked as he swallowed.

  "It doesn't snow all year long," Cody argued.

  "What about Vegas?" I asked.

  Dex shuddered. "No." No other explanation. Just a shudder and a 'no' that said he had a story behind that.

  I tilted my head and looked at him. "Why not?"

  "Bad idea."

  "Why is it a bad idea?" Cody joined in. "Vegas is a new idea."

  Dex grumbled something before shooting the back of Taylor's head a look as my other boyfriend settled into the couch comfortably, switching on a video game. "What about Taylor's home state?" he offered. "California is good this time of year."

  Taylor snapped his head around so fast, I wouldn't have been surprised if he suffered whiplash. "No!" he said, horrified.

  I frowned. "Well, why not?" I demanded.

  "My parents—no. Just...no. I want to avoid that as much as possible." His eyes were wide with concern as if he thought I was really considering it. California was an interesting idea, but I knew it was just a subject change for Dex—a way for him to avoid my questions. So, really it was just to fuck with Taylor now that I'd seen his reaction.

  I laughed. "I think California is a good idea," I said. "Besides, I've already met your parents."

  "That was on video call!" Taylor called back.

  “They liked me,” I reminded him.

  "I'm not going!"

  Darren walked into the room leisurely—fully dressed once more. "Stop baiting him, sweetheart," he warned, touching a lock of my hair as he stopped to grab a slice of pizza. My eyes went to his ass. Goddamn, that ass. So muscular. So fine. So all mine.

  "That's it!" Cody huffed in frustration, causing me to jerk my gaze back. Cody snatched a notebook and tore a sheet of paper from it, ripping it to strips. Grabbing a nearby pen, he scribbled something onto one and folded it before shoving strips at the rest of us—even going so far as to stand up and drop one in Taylor's lap where he sat on the couch. "Everyone write where they want to go for spring break. We'll put it in a bowl and pick at random."

  "Oh, that's not a bad idea," I said. In fact, it was pretty ingenious. Cody shot me a relieved look as if he had been worried that no one would be willing to give it a go.

  Dex shrugged, setting his water bottle on the counter before reaching for a pen. "Sure, why not?" he said.

  "This seems fair," Darren agreed.

  I thought hard and, honestly, it didn't matter to me. Any vacation with my guys would have satisfied me. That said, I wrote down the Carolina Mountains. I just pictured all five of us going horseback riding, the guys going fishing, campfires at night. Maybe renting a cabin in the woods where Dex would tie me up and spank me and Darren and Taylor would go down on me and I could suck—

  "All done?" Cody asked, glancing from me to the paper I had clutched in my hand. I squirmed in my seat, surprisingly heated from my own thoughts, despite what I had just done with Darren. My eyes slid over to him and then Taylor and Dex. I nodded and folded my paper, handing it back to Cody.

  Dex, Darren, and Taylor handed him theirs as well, and Cody placed everyone's slip of paper into a bowl he had pulled from one of the cabinets. "Alright," he announced. "No complaining if I select one that you don't want. We're doing this to be fair."

  We all nodded. His hand reached in the bowl and without looking, he scrambled the notes before selecting one slip of paper. Cody's hand came up with the paper firmly in his grasp. Setting the bowl to the side, he unfolded the paper and read aloud.

  “Caribbean?” Cody read. All heads turned to Dex, who, for his own part, didn’t look the least bit ruffled by the way we all zeroed in on him.

  “My family has stock with a vacation cruise line. There’s a ship leaving from the coast the day spring break starts,” he said with a shrug. “I couldn’t think of anything else.”

  “Dex,” I started, biting down on my lip. I worried it for a moment as he looked at me before
releasing it. “That’s really great and all, but...I’m not sure we could all afford that.”

  He shook his head and huffed out a breath. “My family owns stock with the company,” he repeated. “I can get a suite for the five of us for free.”

  Darren’s eyes widened, as did mine. Cody looked like he was thinking it over. Taylor on the other hand… “That sounds great!” He jumped up from his seat and fist pumped in the air. “We’re going on a motherfucking cruise!”

  Dex smirked, eyeing me. “Bikinis completely optional,” he said.

  I tried to resist returning his smile, but I simply couldn’t. I shook my head, standing up and moving around the table, heading for him. He reached for me just as I stopped next to him, pulling me into his lap.

  “I promise, Baby,” he said against my lips as I leaned down and kissed him. “It’ll be fun.”

  I reached up and tweaked a lock of his hair. “It better be,” I replied as I nipped his lower lip.

  He growled, his hands clenching on my waist. “I have to go to a tutoring session,” he said lowly. “Don’t make me have to punish you when I get back.”

  “Promises...promises,” I taunted.

  Dex captured my lips harshly, digging his way past my surface and stealing the very breath from my lungs. When he finally pulled away, I was dizzy from lack of oxygen. I couldn’t tell where I ended and he began. “I’ll keep all my promises to you,” he swore. “I’ll be back for the rest of date night.” I sighed.

  Four hot guys. One cruise ship. A week to remember. I couldn’t fucking wait.

  Chapter 3

  I couldn’t concentrate worth shit the entire week leading up to spring break. I was packed and ready to leave three days in advance, and I spent the rest of the time between then and the actual start of spring break prepping everyone else’s stuff.

  “Jamie, babe, you don’t have to pack my shit,” Darren said, dragging me away from the open suitcase on his bed with his firm hands on my waist.