Max grins. “It is pretty special, isn’tit?”
“It’s amazing! I can barely take it allin.”
“Well, there’s more through here. Come on inside and take a look at the most exclusive bungalow on the resort,” Bryce says, holding the door open for me. I step into the bungalow and stop in mytracks.
“Holy shit,” Isay.
Inside the bungalow is light and airy with high vaulted ceilings, white walls and shiny, dark wood floors. The whole back wall of the bungalow is open, where two large concertina doors have been pushed back. Beyond is a decked area and a large infinity pool with views out onto the beach beyond. The pool has high walls either side, blocking any prying eyes from neighbouring bungalows and focussing the eye on the turquoisewater.
“Where is everyone?” I ask, noticing that this part of the beach is surprisinglydeserted.
“This is our beach, no one but the residents of this bungalow and Cal’s and Nisha’s next door are able to use it,” Hudsonexplains.
“Really?”
“Yup, it’s not overlooked either. It’sveryprivate,” Bryce adds with a wink. I’m pretty certain he and I are thinking the same thing. A thrill runs through me at the thought of spending time with my men alone on thatbeach.
“Take a look around while we sort out some more refreshments,” Max says, heading into the large kitchen. I catch his eye and the look he gives me is unmistakable. Bryce may have relieved some of his sexual tension on the plane but both Hudson and Max are very much still giving off fuck-mevibes.
I tear my eyes from his and search the rest of the bungalow. A corridor leads off to the right and into three huge king-sized bedrooms, all of which open onto private, walled, decked areas with steps leading down onto thebeach.
“Would you like something to eat, Louisa?” I hear Max call from the kitchen. “I’m going to slice up somefruit.”
“That would be amazing, thank you,” I callback.
Heading into the bedroom furthest from the living space, I sit down on the large bed. Opposite the bed is a floor-to-ceiling mirror, and to the side a door leading into a bathroom. Feeling grubby from the long journey and needing to freshen up, I strip off my clothes and head into the bathroom. The shower cubicle is large and has several complicated-looking nozzles poking out of the wall and a large round shower head hanging from the ceiling. Eventually, I figure out how it works and step under the stream of warm water. There is already a bottle of shampoo available, so I grab it and squeeze some onto my hands and lather it up before massaging it into myhair.
“Hey, baby, want some help withthat?”
I turn around to see Hudson leaning against the doorframe. He has removed his top and is barefoot, but still has his trousers on. The sunlight from outside streams into the room, illuminating him from behind. He looks almost angelic. My heart squeezes inside my chest at the way he is looking atme.
I push open the shower door, my invitation for him to enter. He steps into the bathroom and pulls the door shut behind him, then proceeds to remove his jeans and boxer shorts before stepping into the shower. There is plenty of room for the pair of us and then some. I rinse my hair of soap suds then step out of the way, allowing him access to thewater.
“Cooling off?” heasks.
“Freshening up,” I respond, taking the shower gel in my hand and lathering it up. I start to spread the foam over my stomach, moving up to my breasts. Hudson watches me as the water pours over his head, shoulders and back. He steps forward, reaching for me, water dripping down his face and over his full mouth. Holding both of my soapy hands in his, he guides them to the firm muscle of his chest. Stepping closer, I move the palms of my hands in a circular motion over his skin, paying particular attention to his pecs and broad shoulders. My hands move around to the back of his neck and in a rush of need I press my body against his and kiss his beautiful mouth. His arms slide down both sides of my body and curve over my hips before running over my arse and pulling me against him. His cock slips between my legs, its curved length sliding against my opening, teasingme.
“Baby,” he moans into my mouth. We kiss, our tongues entwining as he rocks his hips against mine. My fingers pull at his hair and curl into his skin. I want him inside me. I want him to fuck menow.
The sound of the shower door opening has Hudson stilling for a moment and me turning to look over my shoulder. Behind us, a naked Max steps into thecubicle.
“Room for one more?” he asks, his pupils dilated. There’s no doubt that he’s been watching us, that he’s turned on. Sunlight streaming through the bathroom window catches his golden hair, making him look sinfullyangelic.
“Jester,” Imurmur.
I glance at Hudson, wanting to check it’s okay. He nods his head, and for a brief moment I wonder what would happen if he said no. How would I deal with that? How would Max. Although they have each indicated they want time alone with me, they have all agreed that our rota won’t start until we return from Thailand. Lucky me, I guess. I’ve made love with all three men in the bed with me at the same time. I’ve had twosomes with Bryce and Max, Hudson and Bryce, but never Max and Hudson. For some reason that combination has never happened. That is about tochange.
Max leans over, pressing a button on the wall that I hadn’t noticed before, his arm brushing against my lower back as he does so. Above us, the heavy fall of water changes to a light shower. It’s enough to keep us wet, but not enough to totally drownus.
“Where were we?” Hudsonasks.
“You were about to fuck, I believe,” Max says, his voice low. It comes out gravelly, hoarse. I wonder how long he was watching us before he decided to partake. It isn’t jealousy I hear in his voice, it’s desire. His voice is thick with it. Hudson glances at Max, then he lifts me up under my arms and in one swift movement has entered me. I cry out from the thrust, from the way Hudson demands myattention.
Max moves in behind me, catching me as I lean back. He supports my weight, his front pressed against my back, and my arms wrap around his neck as I press the soles of my feet against a ledge in the cubicle. Hudson grabs my hips and Max holds the rest of my weight. The soft spray of warm water falls over us all as Hudson fucks me and Max kisses me, his expert mouth heightening the pleasure between usall.
Hudson grinds into me, every thrust of his hips taking me closer to the edge I’m so familiar with now. Before these men, sex had been a chore, hardly worth the effort. Sex with the Freed brothers is so much more. We connect, the four of us, we fit. Don’t ask me how it works, because I don’t know, it just does. Hudson lets himself go with a wild cry, his body shuddering with his release. I am close to orgasming myself, and Hudson waits for me, his cock still hard as I thrust against him now. Max wraps his arms around my chest and pulls me off Hudson. He flips me around and lifts me up against him, whilst Hudson is at my back this time, supporting myweight.
“Hey, Icy,” he says, sliding into me slowly. He knows I am on the edge and he doesn’t want me to come, not yet. Normally Hudson and Bryce are the leaders, between them the role alternating. Max has always been pegged as the joker, the one who brings light-heartedness to our relationship. However, right now, in this shower, Max is talking control and it’sthrilling.
I throw back and let out a low moan as he fucks me with wild abandon. He presses his thumb against my clit, swirling it around and around as his cock slams intome.
“That’s it, baby, let go,” Hudson growls into my ear. One of his arms is wrapped around my waist whilst his free hand plays with mybreasts.
Before long Max and I are both coming, my screams and his groans ricocheting off the tiledwalls.
At that precise moment, Bryce decides to enter the bathroom. “Ah bloody hell, looks like I’ve missed the damn party,” he says with a chuckle. Hudson eases me off Max and I settle my feet on the floor. I lock eyes with Bryce, the warm water sliding over my skin alongside Max and Hudson’s hands. We’ve all come, we’ve all had release, but it isn’t enough. I’m not nearlyfinished.
“Oh, I don’t know. I think we were just getting started,” I say, pushing open the shower door one moretime.