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  I shivered. Liam liked his rooms ice-rink cold, and I wrapped myself in a hotel robe as I hobbled to the bathroom.

  A note on hotel stationary leaned back from the faucet onto the mirror.

  Went for a run.

  -L

  I sighed, crumpled the letter, and tossed it into the tall wastepaper basket next to the toilet. I thought about a shower, but it seemed like too much work.

  My stomach growled at me, reminding me of the continental breakfast, and I frowned.

  I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, my scowl marring my face. What the hell was I doing? I was freshly married and in Hawaii, and I was still wearing a permanent scowl.

  I went back out to the bedroom, unzipped my luggage, and spotted my workout gear. Maybe Liam was right, a little morning workout might turn my mood around. I pulled out a pair of cotton shorts and my favorite Robert Parish “00” Celtics jersey. I laced up my high tops and grabbed the spare key.

  The hotel fitness center was exactly what I thought it would be. A single treadmill sat there quietly alongside two stationary bikes, and a mountain of rolled up towels stood in the corner. Luckily for me, the selection of dumbbells was adequate, and I selected the heaviest two on the end.

  I sat on the small, rickety bench in front of an enormous mirror, laid back, and started my chest and bicep routine.

  After a few minutes, sweat lined my brow and my breath started getting heavy. I loved every second I was there alone, pressing those weights. Weight training was my passion, my escape, my religion. My mind unclouded and worries dripped off my skin to pool on the black rubber mat beneath me. My body warmed and swelled. Countless reps and sets ticked away and by the time I was done, my arms screamed and my chest ached. My jersey was drenched.

  I needed to cool off.

  The indoor pool was right next door. The sign told me I was fifteen minutes early, but I went in anyway.

  I dropped my jersey onto a plastic chair and placed my sneakers there too. I slipped into the pool, letting the cold water shock my muscles. I decided I’d float and swim until my eyes stung from the chlorine.

  I heard the hiss of the door and looked to see who was coming. An employee in white pants and a tight, white, collared, short-sleeve shirt entered with a clipboard. He had the body of a swimmer, long and lean with broad, strong shoulders that threatened to pop through his uniform. His olive skin glowed with health, and his longish salt and pepper hair was combed straight back to show off a perfect, sharp profile. His eyes were green and kind with just one or two crinkles at the corners. He was older than I was but with that look of a man who had cared for himself meticulously his whole life.

  “Early swim, sir?” he asked with a smile.

  “Yes, sorry about that.” I laughed. “I got in an earlier workout and needed to float. Chest and arm day is fun but brutal.”

  He walked around the pool to my side and crouched down. I could read his name tag. Dario. Hell of a name.

  His eyes locked onto mine and his smile curled on just one side. A hint of expensive aftershave pierced the chlorine for an instant, and I felt myself start to engorge under the surface of the cool clear water.

  “Well, chest and arm day seems to be working for you. You have quite a physique.” He winked and I was intrigued. Was he hitting on me?

  “I noticed yours as well,” I said, buying into it. “Swimmer?”

  He nodded. “Diver actually, but I love to swim. It relaxes me, gets me away from myself, if that makes sense.”

  He smiled with perfect teeth, and I notice the line of his jaw and the fullness of his lips.

  “That’s why I’m here. I was hoping the water would help my stiff neck, but looks like it’ll be with me all day today,” I said, letting my eyes linger on him entirely too long.

  His brow furrowed and he made a ‘tsk’ sound with his tongue. “Our guests should not have stiff necks, sir. We have a fine massage therapist on staff. I could call her if you’d like.”

  “That’s very nice, but I think some ibuprofen should do the trick,” I insisted.

  “I avoid drugs of any kind, well, besides tequila that is,” he said with a chuckle and a knowing wink. “No-no, here let me take a look.”

  He waved me over closer to the side of the pool. He made a swirling motion with his finger as if to say “turn around.”

  I leaned back as I turned and felt his cool hands on the back of my neck. His thumbs worked up to the base of my skull and all the way down between my shoulder blades. It felt amazing, and I couldn’t help myself as I moaned in pleasure.

  “I think I may have found your spot,” he said, cheekily. The words were close to my ear, close enough that the sensation of his minty breath caressing my lobe made my nipples hard and my cock start to throb. His aftershave cascaded over me, enveloped me in a swirling sensuous cloud of sex and pleasure. Images of the two of us tangled in sweaty sheets and long hard kisses in the moonlight filled my mind.

  His hands fell onto my shoulders, the tips of his fingers halfway down my still swollen chest.

  My hand folded over his. We stayed that way for a few seconds before I pushed him gently away.

  I heard him sigh as he straightened. His aftershave followed him, and I panicked for a second thinking I had made another mistake. Maybe Dario was what I needed. Maybe that was why everything had seemed so off since my vows.

  “Well, enjoy your stay, sir. If you change your mind about the massage, call the front desk. Ask for me, Dario.”

  I turned to watch him. He looked at me silently for a few moments, and with another half-smile, he picked up his clipboard and jotted a few notes.

  He backed into the door and pushed it open with a smile. “Ciao!”

  I waited until I was sure no one else was coming before exiting the pool. My erection was hard to miss, and I needed a minute to let it settle before I scared some family in the elevator on their way to breakfast.

  I spied a sauna back and to my right, and I hustled into its warm embrace. I welcomed the seclusion and heat. It did little to help my hardness, but at least I was hidden from onlookers.

  I rested my head on my rolled up clothes and stretched out along the top bench. My nipples were still hard, either from when Dario touched me or the coldness of the pool. I felt them with my fingers, enjoyed the mini electric sensations it sent down my body. I caught a whiff of Dario’s aftershave and looked up. I was alone and realized it must be on my skin from his hands.

  I closed my eyes and smiled as I thought of him. I pictured him standing at his sink in a towel. His olive skin and trim body leaned forward against the sink. Steam rising from the running water as he dragged a razor up his neck and erased the last line of stubble from his supple skin. Splashing water onto his face and running his fingers through his hair. I could almost see his abs as he leaned back, and the lithe muscles of his arms tensed as he reached for a bottle of aftershave.

  My hand traveled down over my body. My chest was still warm and swollen from the workout, and sweat from the sauna soaked my body.

  My skin was slick and hot, and my hand raced to the elastic of my underwear. My cock was hard and its size was outlined by the tight spandex.

  I traced my hands over the shaft and around the tip. Feeling it pulse, feeling its warmth radiate through the material. Up and down my shaft, back and forth I trailed my fingers, teasing myself.

  Dario turned to face me in my mind’s eye. He smiled his half smile and tugged at the thin white towel at his waist, letting it drop to the floor. He was semi-hard, but his length hung straight down, waiting there looking heavy and full.

  His neatly trimmed pubic hair invited me closer. He reached out his arms as if to embrace me, and I walked toward him. I wanted to feel the heat of his body on mine and hear him gasp at my erection. I wanted wet, breathy kisses and to smell his intoxicating smell.

  I took a quick glance out the small window of the sauna. I was still alone. I plunged my hand under the waist of my underwear and
grasped my rock hard cock.

  The skin of my hand felt amazing after the teasing I gave myself through the spandex material, and I moaned with pleasure.

  My grip was firm and I started to pump myself aggressively. I wanted to come; I wanted to blast my worries away in a spray of hot, sticky wetness all over my body.

  I grunted and increased my speed, keeping Dario’s image in my mind.

  I started to drip sweat.

  My balls were flaccid from the heat and my head started to swim. Images of Dario fucking me at the sink kept me going, and then suddenly, the image of Liam. He smiled, moving over to kiss me. I could almost feel his warm tongue slide over mine. Then, in my imagination, he pushed Dario aside, stepping up to finish what he started, to pummel my ass until I couldn’t walk straight.

  My body tensed, the image of Liam taking me, filling me after Dario was enough to push me over the edge. I arched as I came, warm cum spilling over my hand as I fisted my cock, milking myself until there was nothing left.

  I shivered despite how hot I was as my body reacted to my orgasm.

  I let out a heavy breath, feeling my cum spread over me, dripping down the sides of my ass to pool under me. I settled there for a while until I could no longer stand the heat.

  Finally, I pulled my hand from my shorts. The fantasy was over. It was time to get up and get back to reality.

  A cold shower finally brought my heart rate down to normal. I lathered myself with the hotel bath gel and let the water wash it all down the drain. My mind was still so cloudy.

  What was I doing? Why was I fantasizing about other men on my honeymoon? What was wrong with me?

  Should I tell Liam how I am feeling? Should I find Dario and hook up? Questions raced through my mind, halting when the door to the shower was thrown open.

  Liam stood there naked and sweaty, and suddenly, my heart was racing again.

  “You missed a spot,” he said with a snicker.

  He stepped into the shower and stood behind me. “I’m gonna turn the water to hot. Do you mind?”

  I shook my head. He was acting strangely. Could he read my mind? Had he seen me in the sauna? Did he know how conflicted I felt? Did he feel conflicted too?

  His hand slipped past my waist and turned the faucet. The water warmed quickly and his hand retreated to my waist. He grabbed my limp cock in his hand and started stroking it.

  “I know you’re conflicted, Greer.”

  “How do—”

  “Shhhh,” he said, cutting me off. “Just listen to me.”

  His hand moved steadily back and forth, and my dick started to respond. God, he was so good at that.

  “I was on my run this morning, and just as I was about to come back, I saw this gorgeous man setting down towels on the beach chairs. I stopped to grab a bottle of water, but I really just wanted a closer look at him. His name was Dario.”

  I tensed, but his hand only stopped to circle my tip.

  “You would have loved him, Greer,” he continued. “Older, but healthy. Charming and sexy. And his aftershave? Oh my God, I wanted to lick it off of him and pour it all over me. I wanted to take him back to our room. I wanted to do things to him and let him do whatever he wanted to me. I knew he’d be good because he exuded pleasure.”

  I was fully hard now as he steadily stroked me. His touch and his words overwhelming me. I could feel his length, just as engorged, pressing against my ass.

  “Don’t worry, nothing happened, all very professional,” he said, pressing a soft kiss to the nape of my neck.

  “Why are you telling me this?” I asked, breathlessly.

  “Because I know you. I know every party of you, and I think I know what you’re feeling, Greer, because I feel it too. We’ve been together for so long, and it’s felt like one big flirtatious date. We look good together, and we have similar interests. It’s been...easy. But now we’re married and that makes things…different, doesn’t it? Harder?”

  At the word harder, he gripped me so tightly I gasped and his cock jumped.

  “I mean, no more dates? No more flirting with attractive older men? No more, I don’t know, freedom, I suppose. Am I right?”

  Liam stopped stroking me, turning me to meet his gaze. “Am I right?”

  He seemed to genuinely be asking me a question, but I wasn’t sure what the right answer was. “I-I don’t know.”

  He placed his hands to the sides of my face. “Do you feel what I feel, Greer? Do you want…other men?”

  “I-I…” I hesitated. “I love you, Liam. I want to be married to you.”

  Liam shook his head. “That isn’t what I asked.”

  I shrugged. “I guess…I guess Dario…intrigues me.” I shook my head. “But you’re my husband and that means something to me.”

  He gently pressed his lips to mine before he pulled back to meet my eyes. “But what if we get to decide what that something is? What if…what if it just means we come as a package deal?”

  I arched a brow. “What are you saying?” My heart beat even faster.

  “I’m saying, what if we call the front desk and see if Dario is interested in giving a couple’s massage.”

  I wiped my palms down the side of my towel.

  “Relax, baby.” Liam wrapped his arms around me, running his hands over my chest. He kissed my neck, making my already half-erect cock twitch. “If you don’t want to do this, just say the word, okay?”

  I shook my head. It was the opposite. I wanted it so bad, I could barely contain myself. The excitement of being taken by Liam and Dario, the thought of both their hands on me, of being covered in their cum. It was enough to make me hard just thinking about it.

  “No, no. I want to. I’m just excited,” I said.

  Liam dropped his hand to stroke me through my towel. “Hell yeah, you are.” He pressed himself into me and I could feel how hard he was. “I am too,” he breathed into my neck. “If he doesn’t get here soon, I might already be balls deep in your ass before he gets here.”

  I shuddered and pushed Liam’s hand away. “Stop. You’re getting me too worked up too soon.”

  He placed his hand back onto my chest and kissed my shoulder. “Sorry, baby. You’re just so cute with that nervous fucking look on your face.”

  I rolled my eyes. “Shut up!”

  He chuckled and stopped when a soft knock tapped against the door.

  “I’m going to get it, okay,” Liam said gently as he moved away from me.

  I nodded, my heart picking up speed as I watched him walk toward the door. Fuck, fuck, fuck. This is it. We’re really doing this. And then a flood of doubts came after. What if Dario doesn’t want to? What if I misread him? What if he sues us for harassing him?

  Liam pulled open the door and I stiffened. Dario was just as sexy as I remembered. He blinked at Liam for a moment before he spotted me and smiled.

  He stepped inside and Liam closed the door behind him.

  “Hello, again, Dario,” Liam said, moving to my side. “I don’t know if you remember, but I’m—”

  “Liam,” Dario said with a nod.

  Liam grinned the widest, hottest grin. “Yes, and this is my husband Greer.” Liam kissed my cheek as he slipped his hand into mine.

  “Greer.” Dario said my name and I shivered. He licked his lips. “Greer,” he said again, this time slowly, like he was tasting it. Savoring it. “I had a feeling I’d be seeing you again.”

  My mouth went completely dry, and suddenly, I couldn’t remember how to make words with it.

  “My husband and I would like…a couple’s massage,” Liam said, clearly not having the same problem I was.

  “You want me to do…both of you?” Dario asked, his tone laced with insinuation.

  “Yes,” Liam said, matching his tone.

  “P-p-package deal,” I finally blurted out, wanting to kick myself for how loud and awkward it came out.

  Dario chuckle. “Got it.” He eyed us both for a long time, his eyes seeming to devour us.
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  I shuffled nervously under his gaze, very aware of my tenting towel.

  Dario chewed his bottom lip, making his chiseled jaw stand out. “Yeah, I can definitely do that.” He cleared his throat and moved the wooden slat under his arm that I hadn’t noticed before. “I only brought one table though.”

  Liam smiled and pushed me forward as Dario spread out his table. “That’s fine. I don’t mind watching while I wait my turn.” He reached out and brushed his fingertips down Dario’s arm, their fingers lacing for just a quick moment before he pulled away to place his hands around my waist.

  “Go on, baby,” he said, gently biting my ear. “Let Dario rub you down and warm you up a little, okay.”

  I nodded, stiffly climbing my way onto the table and maneuvering my erection under my towel to press against me as I flattened across the table.

  Dario’s hands were instantly on my, traveling up and down my back before settling at my shoulder.

  “You’re so tense,” he said. “Liam, why don’t you come and help him relax?”

  Through the hole in the table, I could see Liam’s feet lingering behind Dario and I could only imagine what he was doing. Was he touching him? Running his fingers through his hair? Inhaling the delicious aftershave?

  Suddenly, Liam’s towel dropped to the floor and his long hard cock moved toward me under the table.

  “Relax, baby,” he said, moving closer. I could feel one of his hands on my shoulder while the other pushed his cock toward my face under the table. He pressed his crown to my face, tracing it over my cheek until he found my lips. “Open up for me, babe.”

  I obeyed, opening my mouth, only able to get a tiny bit of him inside at the angle, but it was enough to elicit a groan.

  “There you go, baby. Just like that.”

  His body leaned forward and I could feel him pressing against the top of my head as he leaned over. Then I heard the distinct sound of kissing. Sloppy wet kisses over my head, equipped with soft moany breaths that made my erection painful as it pinned between me and the table.

  I stuck my tongue out, trying to take in more of Liam’s cock, pushing my face as deeply as I could into the table. I froze when I felt hands on my ass, pushing up my towel and kneading my buttocks.