Autumn
I’m drafting a network security proposal for a potential new client when there’s a knock at my open door.
Duke is there, looking delectable in a pale blue t-shirt that stretches appealing across the muscles in his chest and shoulders. “Will you be finished soon, my love?” he asks.
I check the time, surprised to see that it’s after four. Time always flies when I’m working in this home office that the men set up for me. There’s a comfortable office chair and a desk with a view of the waterway out back. The room’s decor is all soothing clean, cool colors, and there are speakers that surround me with the music of my choice.
“I didn’t realize it was so late,” I say.
“Are you at a stopping point?” he asks.
“Sure, I can finish this tomorrow.” With a few clicks, I save my file, close it, and then shut my laptop before turning to him.
“What’s this song that’s playing? he asks, stepping into the room.
“Do you like it?” I reach for my phone to turn up the volume. It has a driving beat, and Duke usually listens to more mellow songs, so I’m surprised that he’s mentioning it.
“Yeah, I like it, baby girl. Do you like this?” He clasps his hands behind his head and, in a big exaggerated motion, thrusts his hips first to the left and then to the right. Before I can even react, he jumps around so that his back faces me and shakes his butt in time with the music.
“What are you doing?” I squeal, my eyes nearly bulging out of my head. This behavior is so out of Duke’s norm that it’s like he’s turned into a different person.
He swivels back around and starts to tease me, pulling up the bottom of his shirt, lifting it then tugging it back down. I’d laugh, but there’s nothing funny about how good his body looks.
“Told you I’d dance for you one day,” he says, shimmying side to side.
I do crack up then, a loud bark of laughter erupting out of me. “It took you long enough! I gave up waiting over a year ago.”
“Some things are worth the wait.” He pulls his shirt off and flings it at me. It lands on my head and covers my view, but I quickly pull it away.
“Aren’t you afraid of Trevor and Adrian seeing you?” I ask as he continues to dance. He’s a little stiff, but I’d give him an A-plus for effort.
“They’re out taking Josie for a walk.”
Josie is the Lab mix we adopted two months ago from the animal shelter. Trevor likes to think she’s warming us up to the idea of having a baby. Currently, he and Duke are very pro-babies. Adrian, Garrett, and I are not in a rush to have kids, but all of us do agree that we’d like a bigger family someday — even though our family of five is already pretty big!
“Did you send them out intentionally?” I ask. I know for a fact that Duke took Josie for a walk this morning and played with her in the backyard after lunch.
“Maybe,” he says, still busting a move, though he seems to be slowing down. “Don’t tell them I danced for you. If you do, I’ll deny it.”
“But we don’t keep secrets from each other.”
Duke opens the fly on his jeans, unzips them, and continues to wiggle around in front of me. “This will have to be the only one, then.”
“I’m sorry I don’t have any dollar bills,” I tell him. “I guess I’ll have to give you something else to show my appreciation for your moves.”
He arches a brow as he pushes his pants off of his hips. “Oh yeah? What would that be?”
Instead of answering, I show him, pulling him closer to my office chair, sliding my hands into his briefs, and bringing out his cock. As I stroke him, his body goes still, and when I take him in my mouth, he groans.
He must have already been worked up when he came in, or he got turned on stripping, because he comes pretty quickly once I start sucking on him. After I’ve swallowed, and he recovers, he insists on returning the favor.
“I need to get ready for tonight,” I tell him.
“I’ll be quick.” Duke bites at my nipples through my shirt and bra as his hands tug down my yoga pants. When they’re off, he buries his head between my legs and soon has me squirming in pleasure.
He knows exactly what I like, and he’s had a lot of practice making me feel incredible, so he’s right; he’s quick. In no time at all, I’m gripping his shoulder and his head and calling out his name as he makes me come.
I love the grin he gives me afterward. He takes a lot of pride in his work, as he should.
“Thank you,” I say, my head falling back against the chair, my body utterly relaxed and content.
“Love you, baby,” he says, leaning in to kiss me.
“Love you, too.”
“How about Josie and us?” says a voice from the doorway. Trevor.
Josie scurries in, wagging her tail, nuzzling her nose against my leg, ready for affection.
“Hi, pretty girl,” I tell her, rubbing behind her ears. “Hi, handsome men,” I add, looking to Trevor and Adrian.
“Is this what goes on when we go out for a walk?” Adrian asks. The bottom half of me is naked; there’s no denying what’s been going on, apart from the dancing, which I won’t mention.
“She’s been working hard,” Duke says. “Thought she needed stress relief.”
“Maybe she needs a little more.” Trevor pushes past Duke to kiss me, his hand landing on my shoulder and smoothing down my arm.
“I’ve been trying to tell Duke,” I say, “I need to get ready for my show.”
“Do you need a shower?” Adrian asks. When I nod, he says, “Then we’ll help you with that.”
And they do help me wash off … among other things. Let’s just say that the shower is exciting, while also as relaxing as what Duke just did for me.
It’s a lot easier for us to shower together now that the remodeling is done. Collectively, we decided that even though we could use a little more space, we love this house and the waterfront property too much to leave it. Instead, we had a giant walk-in shower built, and we expanded Duke’s bedroom, adding a big custom-made bed. We don’t usually all sleep in it together, but it does get a lot of use.
Despite all of the happy distractions, I’m not worried about being late, because I add a lot of extra time into my schedule for just such diversions. We have sex daily, often multiple times, and in different groupings. I’ve been working out in the gym with the guys to help build up my stamina and endurance.
The four of us drive to Rusty’s together, and as we’re setting up my equipment on the small stage, Garrett appears, having come straight from work where he had a late meeting.
“For you,” he says, offering me the bouquet he’s holding.
“You don’t have to give me flowers at every performance.”
“I know, but I want to.” Being careful not to crush the flowers, he pulls me close and kisses me passionately, and I’m reminded of the first night I played here, when he and I had to be careful not to appear to be involved.
I’m not even sure how many times I’ve played here since that night. A lot. So much that everyone here feels like family, and I’m so honored that they keep inviting me back.
I’ve become good friends with the server, Becca, who I met on that first night, and she introduced me to Christine, who tends bar at Rusty’s, but is currently on an extended family leave. Christine came in to show off her adorable twin baby boys, and she ended up giving me helpful advice about Josie, who was still adapting to our home at the time.
Brittany from Club Red comes to a lot of my shows, too, when she’s not working. She’s still negative about her own prospects for love, but she’s very supportive of my relationship and says that I found good men. I couldn’t agree more.
Those wonderful men are sitting together at what’s become their table on the nights I play here. All four of them can’t always be here, since Trevor and Adrian work off and on in twenty-four hour shifts. Duke is often working nights, too, but Garrett is a constant, in so many ways.
As I play, I’m nearly overcome with emotion when I think about how lucky I am. It’s amazing how something that started from such random circumstances turned into my whole world. I really should write a thank you note to my horrible old roommate for bringing Trevor to our house. That was the beginning, and the way things unfolded really make it seem like it was all meant to be.
We were meant to be. I have no doubt about that.
Knowing that all four of my men would be here tonight, I have something special prepared. They all look at me with interested expressions when I begin to strum a melody they haven’t heard before. I managed to write it while Adrian and Trevor were working and Duke and Garrett were out fishing, and I was careful to only practice it when I was home alone.
The song is called “Four Nights.” A random listener wouldn’t know it was also about four men, but a lot of people here at Rusty’s will know who the song is for.
I sing about how it all started with a kiss, and how I fell in love over the course of four nights. At the time, I didn’t realize I’d fallen in love so quickly, but looking back, it’s obvious.
They’re all smiling at me as I sing, eyes full of surprise, tenderness, and warmth.
I can’t imagine being without my four men, and I’m so lucky that I don’t have to.
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