The Calm Before the Storm

That night, the guys made a big dinner for us, consisting of steak and potatoes done on the BBQ with a Caesar salad and garlic bread. Happy and content that the guys were decent cooks, I snagged a cookie from the pantry and headed into the room I called for myself.

Thanks to the butler service, we were able to get whatever groceries we wanted delivered to the house, which meant that I didn't have to leave. And after today, I was more than happy not to have to get groceries.

I shifted through my suitcase; I found a cute bikini that I didn't remember packing and decided to try it on. At first, it seemed like a simple black bikini, but when I put it on, it was anything but. It was a good size, the cups easily holding my DD girls in place with a lot of support and no possibility of nipple slippage. (And let's face it, that is the biggest stressor when it comes to bikinis.)

It was a halter-style top with a thick enough band that it didn't cut into my neck or shoulders and a wide band that wrapped around my rib. However, I loved the small cutouts that were just under my breasts on either side.

The bottoms were just as fantastic as the top, going up to just under my belly button with its own set of two cutouts on either side of my hips. And best of all, my ass was completely covered.

All in all, it seemed to be the perfect combination of modest and sexy. Whoever bought it for me really knew me well.

There was a low whistle by the door, and I spun around to see Mathew leaning against the frame.

"It looks like I made a good choice," he said, his hungry eyes drifting up and down my body. "Simple, yet complicated, subtle, but knocks you upside the head with beauty. Yeah, this was made for you."

"You picked it out?" I asked as I walked toward the wolf. "You have good taste."

"The best in the world," he chuckled as he pulled me into his arms. "After all, I picked you, didn't I?"

I rolled my eyes, and he dropped down and gently took my lips into his. Taking his time, he didn't rush the kiss. Instead, he methodically learned the layout and taste of my lips before gently pushing them aside with his tongue.

As soon as my lips parted, he dove into my mouth, pulling me in closer so that I could feel the hard outline of his cock against my stomach, his hands gripping my ass so hard I thought he would leave permanent fingerprints.

Not like I minded.

A low growl emerged from his throat as he changed the angle of his kiss, pulling me up at the same time so I could wrap my legs around his waist.

Never once breaking our connection, he walked forward until he hit the bed and slowly leaned over until I was sandwiched between him and the mattress under me. Satisfied that I wasn't able to go anywhere, he took his hands off of my ass and slid them over to my hips and to my thighs. Tilting them up until he had even more room to move between my legs, he started caressing the sensitive skin.

I let out a low moan in appreciation as I felt his hardness brushing up against my soaking-wet hole. His lips, never leaving mine for a moment, curled up into a smile as my hips took on a life of their own.

"You are going to make me come in my pants like a teenager," he growled as he pressed down to meet my upward hips. I wanted to cry; the feeling was just so amazing compared to anything I had ever felt.

One of his hands moved between our bodies, and he pressed that magical button that sent me flying into the stars.

"And here was me wanting to know if we were still planning on swimming," smirked Dem as he walked into the room and laid down by the top of my head. His fingers brushed through my hair as if the idea that another guy just sent me to heaven was no big deal. "Should I tell the others that the plans have changed?"

I let out a yawn and shook my head. "No, a swim sounds nice about now," I said with a smile on my face and yet another yawn.

"You sure? Because if you are too tired, we aren't going to mind if you just want to go to sleep," said Mathew as he placed a gentle kiss on my forehead and got up. I let out a tiny whimper, immediately missing his heat and warmth.

The two men chuckled, and Dem continued playing with my hair.

"The choice is yours," said Mathew, walking over to my ensuite and closing the door behind him.

"Lucky bastard," laughed Dem, placing his own kiss on my forehead. "But seriously, the choice is yours."

"I think a swim would be nice," I assured him.

"Whatever our Head wants, she gets," he joked, getting out of bed and picking me up in his arms.

"If that is the case, I should have become a Head long ago," I laughed with him as he carried me down the hall and through the living room to the back door.

"Oh, come on. We all know that you were waiting for us to come into your life before you did that," chuckled Dem as he walked outside and handed me over to Greyson, who was already in the infinity pool.

"Fate does work in mysterious ways," I agreed, wrapping my arms around the neck of the other man.

"That it does," Dem agreed, an indescribable look on his face.

"That it does."