Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 88064 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88064 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
23
DAWN
I wake feeling used in the best possible way. I can’t even count the ways the nine men in my life gave me pleasure. It involved more than nine orgasms. I managed to keep track of that part, at least.
I open my bleary eyes and find Thomas' arm across my naked belly and Logan’s leg anchoring mine. God only knows the state of my hair right now, and I stink of sex.
Everything feels bruised and sore, even my heart.
There was so much care and affection in their touch, as well as passion and desire. I lost count of the number of times I felt tears well behind my eyes because of the tender way they treated me. I’ve seen enough gang bang porn to know how awful and used nine men could make a woman feel. But my nine men know exactly how to please me, and exactly how to make me feel treasured.
I shift until I manage to get out from Thomas and Logan’s limbs, and head to the shower for a quick freshen up. When I emerge smelling of strawberries rather than cum, I find the boys are still sleeping.
My stomach growls, demanding food after so much physical exertion, so I decide to head to the kitchen area to rustle up some breakfast. Nothing, apart from hot, filthy sex, satisfies a man more than good food.
When I tiptoe out of the room, closing the door quietly behind me, I spot two huge suitcases resting next to an occupied hammock. Did someone arrive in the night and Lachlan forgot about their booking? That wouldn't be like him at all. Then again, with all the distraction and stress from last night playing on everyone’s minds, nothing would surprise me.
When I get closer, I see familiar looking hair spilling over a familiar looking sleeping face.
"Oh-my-god…KYLA!"
I scream the last part, the shock of seeing my friend so far from home exploding out of me in a rush. She jumps, her limbs scrambling in a comical way that tips her half out of the hammock, and I have to catch her before she face-plants.
"DAWN!" she yells, wobbling as I drag her to her feet. We fall into each other and hug like it’s been a lifetime apart rather than a few weeks.
"What the hell are you doing here?" I squeal into her hair. She smells good. Familiar. Of happy memories and more fun than I could ever recall.
We jump up and down, still hugging and squealing like crazy people. By the time we disengage, still clutching each other by the arms and staring with wide excited eyes, Joshua, Jared, Thomas and Logan have all appeared in different stages of undress.
Kyla’s eyes bug out at the sight of bulging muscles and tan skin. "Who are they?" she whispers conspiratorially.
"My fuck buddies," I laugh.
"Four of them?" Her surprised eyebrows make me snort with laughter. From anyone else, I’d accept the surprise that I have four lovers, but not from Kyla.
"Nine," I say, nodding my head proudly.
She swivels her head quickly to take them in in more detail. "Of course you’d have to one up me."
"It was not my intention, but it turns out the bar is named after the men."
"Of course it is."
"I’m okay," I call out. "This is my best friend from back home, Kyla."
They all nod, and wave, then look down, realizing they’re standing in the open in their underwear. "Go dress," I say. "I’m making breakfast."
"You sure you want to tread on the B twins’ toes?" Jared asks.
"Absolutely," I confirm.
"The B twins?" Kyla asks, as I lead her to the outdoor kitchen.
"Bryce and Bradley from Texas," I say.
"Seriously. You’re banging two southern boys?"
"And two London boys. And a Scot. And five Aussies."
She shakes her head. "Only you, Dawn. Only you."
"Why the hell didn’t you call me when you arrived?" I ask, running my hands down her arms, still not quite believing she’s really in front of me.
"I wanted to surprise you, but my flight was delayed and then my transfer took forever, and by the time I arrived it was the middle of the night, so I just hung out in a hammock."
"I love those hammocks," I admit, leading Kyla to the kitchen area. She looks around, taking in the bench tables and the long stainless steel counter where Bryce and Bradley make their magic. I reach into the fridge to pull out eggs and milk. These lucky boys are going to be fed with my momma’s pancakes today. "I can’t believe you’re actually here."
Kyla takes a seat at the counter and watches me crack eggs into a huge mixing bowl. "Me either," she says. "I think it’s going to take me a while to clear my foggy head of jet lag. How many pancakes do you need to make?"
We both stare at the epic number of eggs I’m about to crack. "Enough to sink a small ship," I say. "These men put away so much food. It’s a constant battle to keep up."