Quinn
Pulling the silky curtains aside, I can’t hold back my shocked gasp.
The Pacific ocean spreads out like a billowing blue-black sheet that goes on forever, under pale blue skies, broken up only by the occasional dotting of white clouds. Far below, forty stories down, the waves wash onto a sandy beach that goes right up to the walls of our fancy hotel.
“Guys, this is amazing! I can’t believe you did this.”
When I dreamed of earning enough to be able to stay at a nice hotel sometimes and order all the room service I wanted, even that dream hadn’t included a penthouse suite with a roof terrace, an infinity pool and the kind of view I thought only the richest of the rich could afford.
And yet, somehow my boys have gotten us one for a whole weekend.
I look back over my shoulder at them, and they’re looking incredibly pleased with themselves. And honestly, they’ve got every reason to.
“How did you guys even afford this?” I know they’re not poor. The members have everything they need, and they all get a share from the jobs they do. It pays well, like you’d expect from smuggling, gunrunning and assassinations, just to mention a few. My guys aren’t anywhere near the right side of the law, even if they live by their own sort of code. But I can’t imagine it makes them this much?
“Ours to know and yours not to worry about,” Priest says, smiling widely. “Let’s just say we know some people with connections.”
He’s right. I probably don’t want to know.
The massive terrace with the pool extends to one side, so it’s not in the way of the view from the giant windows, but has its own view, not to mention the pool. I look at it with big eyes. “Are we allowed—I mean, can we actually go out there? This is all ours?”
Sinner opens the door to the terrace. “Every square foot. Up here, no one bothers us unless we let them. Though if i understood right, you wanted to order room service at least once or twice, right?” He laughs, but it’s not at me.
“I can’t believe this.”
Heat washes over me as I step outside, leaving the AC behind. Glass walls, strategically placed, catch most of the high altitude breeze, but letting through just enough to keep the air moving. They look like they can move automatically, depending on the wind. Right now, they’re mostly retracted.
Fancy outside furniture is sheltered by parasols, and there’s a mechanical awning that can extend out over the pool. Colt pours us drinks from a bar that’s accessible both from the outside and the inside, just water and soft drinks for now, but the fridge cabinet has an impressive collection of beers, and the shelves are well stocked with liquors.
“This is wild. I really can’t—can we go swimming? I want to try the pool.” I feel like a kid up here, struggling to pick which toy to play with first.
“Then let’s go swimming.” Sinner dropped his cut on the couch when we came in, and now he’s peeling off his T-shirt.
I start towards our suite. “I’m just going to get my—”
Priest stops me before I’m even close, picking me up and carrying me back towards the pool.
“What? No! My phone’s—” I’m thrown off when he puts me down on the edge instead of throwing me in.
“If we’re not putting on bathing suits, then you’re not either.” He strips his shirt off and starts unbuttoning his pants. He raises an eyebrow at me. “Not getting in?”
I look around real quick. We’re on the tallest building in the area. The terrace has total privacy.
Priest tugs his pants down. There’s a big splash behind me, presumably Sinner jumping in. “No one can see us up here, honey,” Colt says as he throws his shirt aside. “No one but us.”
Okay, fine. I’m just wearing a summer dress, so it’s quick enough to peel over my head. Priest unhooks my bra as soon as the clasp is visible. I toss it onto one of the outdoor couches, quickly followed by my panties. God, I’m not used to being naked outside.
And that’s when I’m picked up again. “Priest!” I shriek, just as he launches me into the pool.
I hit the water with a big splash, closing my eyes and mouth just before I go under. After a moment, my feet find the bottom and I kick off, emerging to gasp a deep breath. “Hey!”
A laughing Sinner is waiting for me, pulling me into his arms and out into deeper water, where he can touch bottom, but I can’t. Cupping a breast with one hand and wrapping his other arm around my belly, he pulls me close against him, my back to his chest. His thickness presses against my butt, not a full mast, at least not yet, but I can’t imagine it’ll take long. I’ve played this game before, even if it wasn’t quite so luxurious.
Two more splashes follow, Colt and Priest getting in with us. They drop under the surface, then come up right next to us, surrounding me with broad muscular chests, enough inked flesh for a small tattoo convection and hands stroking my arms, brushing my hair out of my face or sliding along my thighs.
“Can we look over the edge?” I’m sure if I try to fight myself free, they’ll let me go, but right now I’m kind of at Sinner’s mercy. Not that I mind his powerful body up against mine, not at all.
“Yeah, of course.”
The outer side of the infinity pool is glass, and low enough that the water runs right over the edge, making it look like we’re at the top of a waterfall that’ll take us all the way down into the ocean. It’s a little scary, to be honest. Like a little bit of current will send all four of us flying over the edge and all forty stories down. I’m just going to assume that it’s not actually going to happen. The effect is striking, though.
At the edge, if I stretch a little, I can see there’s a ledge below, both for safety and for somewhere for the water to run, but when I rest my arms on the pool’s edge and just float there, looking out, it’s like the water just goes on and on, and I’m just on the edge of floating away. It might’ve felt scarier if I didn’t have all three of my guys around me, holding me between them.
“It’s like being on the edge of the fucking world,” Colt murmurs, sounding unusually impressed.
“Fuck, long way down though,” Priest adds.
Sinner wraps his arms around him from behind. “I’ve got you! I’ve got you!”
Priest shakes him off with a laugh. “Fuck off. If you’re gonna go poking that around, Quinn’s right there.”
“Good plan.”
The only reason he doesn’t get me is because Colt pulls me back against him first. “Maybe I want a turn. You snooze, you fucking lose.”
Turns out, he’s just as pokey back there as Sinner was earlier. Maybe even a little more.
Sinner laughs. “I can take the front. It’s cool.” He tips my chin up. I barely open my mouth before I taste him, his tongue playing with mine, his hard cock pressed up against my belly.
I press my palms against his shoulders, but it takes a moment before he backs up. “No?” He cocks his head curiously.
“I want to order room service.”
He blinks, then laughs. “What our queen desires, she’s gonna get. We got all fucking weekend. I can wait a little longer.” He makes sure I see him stroke himself under the water though. “Just not too much.”
I kick off the edge and swim ahead of them. “Last one in has to pay!”
I forgot how strong they are. Suddenly my wake churns like I’m being chased by crocodiles, and they’re closing fast. I’m an okay swimmer, but I’m going to get run down here, and I definitely can’t afford to pick up the tab.
Swimming like I’m starring in Jaws, I do my best. And I manage, just barely, at least until someone grabs my ankle and hauls me in the other direction. Priest shoots past on one side, Sinner on the other, and then Colt spins us around so that I’m in back and he’s in front. He throws himself backwards and covers the last few feet with a backstroke.
And I don’t care that I just lost, because I break down laughing. His still-hard cock sticks up like the periscope on the porniest submarine ever. He grins as he pulls himself out of the water, not embarrassed in the least.
My view isn’t terrible. Three tall, broad, inked-up and decidedly hard bikers stand over me, bare-ass naked and certainly not minding that they’re on full display for me. My own private show.
“Hey, I appreciate your handles being out so I can pull myself out, but you’re going to have to crouch a little for me to be able to reach.”
Sinner chuckles. “Demon, if you want these cocks, you’re gonna have to come out of the pool to get your hands on them. I thought you were hungry.”
I have to admit, with all three of them in front of me like that, I’m not sure whether I’m hungrier for room service or for them. They field some very solid arguments, each one big enough that I can barely get my hand around it.
“Tempting, but you’re not luring me away from my dream. I’m going to order everything on the menu at least once.” The water shallows until I reach the steps and can climb out, three pairs of eyes following me like I’m a piece of steak being dangled before three tigers at the zoo. The disappointment in their eyes is palpable when I wrap myself in one of the super fluffy towels that have been laid out by the pool. Wonder if I can sneak some of these home.
About two minutes later, we’re strewn across the gigantic bed in the middle of the bedroom. Half the room is a giant glass dome with windows that tint electronically so that we can make them all dark at the touch of a button, but after trying it a couple of times, I leave them clear. I want to see the stars when it gets dark out.
In my hands, I have the room service terminal, a tablet-sized touch screen that we can order everything through. I flip through one delicious option after another, trying to decide if I want a real meal, or just every single dessert on the menu, because while that’s definitely not great for maintaining my Desdemona shape, it sure sounds delicious.
“Do it,” Sinner says like a demon on my shoulder.
“Do it,” Colt says from the other side, and maybe I have two demons on my shoulders then, or my angel has as big of a sweet tooth as I do.
I order a crapton of dessert.
When the server rings the doorbell to our room, we’re still all naked on the bed. I kind of forgot about time as exploring fingers and lips decided that I was their next frontier to conquer. And now I’m breathing heavy and definitely not in a state to be seen. At least the bedroom is separate from the entry.
“Just leave it inside the door!” Priest yells, his rough voice carrying.
The door opens, and my mind is filled with images of someone coming far enough in to see me sprawled naked on the bed, between three big equally naked bikers who are obviously happy to see me, but the staff is nothing if not professional. “All set, Sir. We’re leaving now and locking the door behind us. Have a nice evening.” And then the door clicks. I’m sure they see more wild stuff than they really want to, to be honest.
“So. Do we start with dessert”—Sinner points at me—”or dessert?” He points at the other room.
“My vote’s for dessert,” Colt says completely deadpan, but his hand is sliding up the inside of my thigh.
I jump out of bed before they get carried away. “I don’t know about you guys, but the raspberry chocolate fondant looked potentially better than sex. You guys can have fun in here, but I’m going to sample every single thing on that dessert cart.”
They give me a little time to enjoy my selection. Heck, they’re even forced to admit that it’s really good, but the way their eyes roam over me hungrily makes it obvious that a selection of desserts isn’t going to be enough to satisfy them, and that I’m sampling on borrowed time.
Especially when Priest scoops up whipped cream on his finger tip that he deftly smears onto my nipple before leaning in and sucking it right back off. “I think that’s my favorite so far.” The shudder that goes through me makes me gasp.
And then Sinner scoops up a little melted chocolate and puts it on the end of his cock. “Want a taste?”
From there things devolve quickly, and get a little sticky to boot.
I had no idea there were that many ways to enjoy dessert.
(c) Stephanie Brother 2026
