"They own this hotel?" I ask.

       Casper had mentioned during the drive that the tetrad owned a hotel but seeing the building in person now is even more impressive that anything I imagined. Even split four ways, this is a huge accomplishment, especially in their mid-twenties and thirties. Apparently, this is only part of the accomplishment too, but the guys refuse to elaborate on that...yet. Something tells me that I'm bound to find out tonight...

       With a white brick exterior and black trim windows, Hotel Ero is stunning. From the number of windows, it seems to be seven stories high—not a small starter hotel. If I didn't know better, I would think Ero was a chained-brand hotel. It probably cost a lot more than I would be willing to spend on a weekend get-away.

       Lawson carries my luggage as we step onto the grey cobblestone walkway and into the lobby. I'm half surprised that Casper has yet to complain that Lawson is letting him carry his own suitcase, but I think he's too excited to care. He's about ten feet in front of us and nearly prancing through the glass revolving doors.

      "Wow," I breath when we walk in.

       Yeah, this is definitely out of my normal price range. Black beams stand tall on the white marble floor, leading to a front desk that is twice the length of my bedroom. Despite the countless slim chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, the lobby is dim, purposely so, I'm sure. The dimness works. There is an immediate sense of relaxation when we walk in.

       "An often-forgotten perk of poly relationships," Casper grins at my reaction. "Multiple incomes...Imagine how many kids we could raise with three incomes."

       I laugh under my breath. It's so like Casper to dream of money and imagine the way we could help more lives. Forget luxurious trips or cars, Casper would rather raise a soccer team—and I love that about him.

       Our hotel room isn't as extravagant as the last we shared, but it's cozier. With a velvet curtain behind the headframe and dim lights that match the lobby, the bed is the focus of the room. It's huge, more than accommodating for more than two people. The TV is hidden between wooden wardrobes, as though it doesn't expect to be of much use.

       Kicking my shoes off on the carpet, I stay true to my usual hotel ritual. I launch myself belly first on the giant mattress, testing the bed's comfort.

       "Don't get too attached," Lawson warns amusedly. "We won't be spending much time here."

       I flip over onto my back and cock a brow at him.

      "Nice try," Casper tuts. "You should know by now that we like surprises. We're meeting them for supper...The rest you'll find out later."

      Because they know me too well, Lawson hands me my luggage, efficiently distracting me before I can put too much thought into my guessing game.

      "Get changed," he says. "Before you piece everything together."

       Casper and I open our luggage on the bed, rooting through our piles of clothes to pick the perfect outfits. I have to give it to them, they always pack multiple options. I hesitate between a few dresses, before picking a simple black one with a low cut back. As Lawson jumped in the shower a few minutes ago, Casper and I opt for changing by the bed.

       Casper wiggles his brows as I toy with my shirt, and I huff an exasperated chuckle.

       "No underwear," Lawson calls out from the bathroom.

         I roll my eyes and carry on with my task. Casper can watch if he wants—I have little to no shame left in his presence. Of course, I'm denied the privilege of wearing underwear. For men that claimed only moments ago that they like surprises, they're becoming a little predictable.

       "You missed it," Casper speaks loudly. "She just rolled her eyes."

       I scowl and flip Casper off. The little shit is going to get me in trouble already.

      Casper grins. "Are you scared?" He taunts some more. "You know what Lawson thinks of misbehavior."

       "Shut up," I moan. "Don't twist me into the same kind of brat that you are."

        Casper laughs and I look into my bag, debating which article of clothing would be best to choke him with. Contemplating between a pair of leather pants and a belt, I don't hear Lawson come out of the bathroom, until he's right behind me.

       "Yes?" I ask naively. I'm frozen in place, holding onto the foolish hope that Casper hasn't already screwed me over.

       Lawson gives my ass a little tap. "Bend over for a second."

       "Why?" I tense. I dare to look at him over my shoulder. His smouldering look is enough to shut my mouth. I should know better than to question him.

        Casper cackles at my stubbornness—cackles as though he wasn't even more likely than I to disobey. With the softest sigh of defeat, I bend as instructed and scowl one more time at Casper. Bent at the waist with my palms on the mattress for support, Lawson wastes no time. He flips my dress up and spreads my cheek. I inhale sharply. Considering his everyday character, I often forget just how crude the brunet can be.

       Lawson holds his hand out towards Casper and my first thought is that he's trying to pull him close. Instead, again without verbal words, Casper understands what his man wants and hands him a small bottle of lube.

       "Do you guys have your own version of a silent language?" I ask.

       The better question would have been: what are you doing with that? Because Lawson ignores my question and the next thing I know there's finger in my ass. I inhale sharply and clench around him.

        "Try to relax," Lawson advises.

       I can't imagine that he would be very relaxed if the roles were reversed, and I were the one with a finger in his ass. Nevertheless, I bite my tongue and save myself the trouble that would surely ensue from telling him so.

        I jolt as he adds cold lube around his finger. They usually have the decency to warm it up. Lawson inserts a second digit and scissors his fingers apart to stretch me out. When he's apparently satisfied, he pulls out. No sooner am I left empty, are his fingers replaced by an icy metal butt plug.

        He hums with satisfaction and holds me in place as though to appreciate his works a few seconds longer. When he finally backs away, he doesn't even bother fixing my dress. My cheeks heat as I stand straight and fix the dress myself with disgruntlement.

      "What about Casper?" I challenge, face still rosy. "He gets nothing?"

       Lawson studies me as he contemplates his decision. There's a smirk dancing on his lips as he reaches for one of our suitcases. He tosses me a matching butt plug.

       "If you can put it in, I'll be more than happy to taunt the both of you all night." Obviously pleased with himself, he takes a seat in the corner chair and waits for my next move.

       Casper flaunts me his most shit-eating grin. "So, how are we doing this, Desi?"

       I stare down at the plug in the palm of my hand, unsure how to proceed. This isn't something I've ever done or imagined doing.

      "You licked Lawson's cum out of my ass, but this makes you nervous?" Casper taunts.

       If I was rosy before, I'm fiery red now. I still get random thoughts of that night and have to cool myself down with a walk or cold shower. In attempt to hide some of my embarrassment, I shove Casper lightly and angle my face into my hair.

      He steps a little closer and bends down just enough to look up at my face that I was trying to hide.

       "Don't be shy; get cheeky," he continues to egg me on. "Don't you want to be as much of a pain in my ass as I have been yours?"

       "Oh my god." I laugh and shove him on his back onto the bed. "You're insufferable."

       "That's more like it." He smirks from beneath me. With my knees on both sides of his hips, my hands drop by the side of his head. "But you're going to have to work harder than that."

       I yelp, as Casper reverses our position in one swift motion. I huff as I find myself beneath the blond. He looks quite smug, but I think he's forgotten that I know one of his greatest weaknesses.

       While I had left plenty of room between us, after he flipped us over, our bodies are flush together. With his elbows inches from my ears, we're so close that our noses brush together. The proximity means that Casper is oblivious to my twisting hands.

       Casper shrieks as I reach my target and brush my fingers against his sides and armpits. "Noooo," he cries as I keep tickling him.

       I can't remember the last time that I tickled someone, but I find myself laughing just as much as Casper. Except my laughter sounds more genuine and less torture induced.

       It seems that I've caught him so off-guard that he's completely defenceless; body incapable of anything other than squirming and shrill-like laughter. I shouldn't be having this much fun, but Casper deserves it.

       "I surrender!" He finally gasps between giggles. "You win. My ass is currently yours."

       I grunt into my hands. In times like these, I think Lawson would have been wiser to hand me a ball gag.

        Even though Casper has been successfully trying ease my worries with his foul mouth, hesitation lingers as I grow uncharacteristically shy in front of the two. This is far from one of my limits. I'm not disgusted or uncomfortable by the task at hand. If anything, a part of me feels shame towards my genuine desire and curiosity. I am very much into it. But this is new and a part of me worries that I'll do something wrong...

       "We can do this many ways." Casper interrupts my thoughts. He settles himself more comfortably on his back and folds his hands behind his head. "Do you want me on my back with my knees drawn into my chest? On all fours? Crouching—"

       "Please, shut up." I cover his mouth and heave the softest chuckle.

       He's looking up at me with bright eyes and a smirk, and suddenly I remember that this is Casper McLain: the most easy-going, silly and positive person I know. If I do something wrong, he'll tell me. Communication is not one of his flaws. He is very likely to tease me about it, but never in a cruel way. Always in a way to ease tension or prompt improvement.

        I grab the plug that I dropped during our tickling match and inch closer to him. Considering the treatment that he enjoys from Lawson, I'm unlikely to embarrass or hurt him in any way. As a nurse, I'm also quite familiar with human anatomy.

       Casper's eyes soften as he tracks my movement. He holds my gaze with a smirk that turns into soft encouragement.

      "Go for it, love," he speaks quietly. "You're not going to do it wrong."

      I huff a soft breath of courage and relief, stifling a chuckle of surprise from how easily he read me. The warmth of his blue eyes seems to wash over me like magic, relaxing my muscles one by one.

       "Can you roll over?" I finally ask.

       "Since you asked so nicely." Casper grins and complies.

      He rolls onto his stomach and waits for my move. With a completely different approach than he's used to, I gently pull his boxers down to his mid thighs.

        I'm blushing fervently as I spread him open with one hand. With my free hand I replace the plug with a bottle of lube. I lather Casper with what they probably consider an excessive amount of lube and slowly insert a finger. I'm trying to mimic Lawson's actions of a few minutes ago. I add a second finger and scissor them apart until I feel that he's stretched enough. Though Casper's breath part his lips with shakiness, not a single grunt escapes him during the process. My fingers are much smaller than Lawson's—this is probably nothing to him. With mildly growing confident, I push the plug into his stretched hole.

       "Shit," Casper moans. There's no mistaking that kind of moan and toe curling for anything but pleasure.

      Fuck me. I bite my lip in restriction, too stubborn to let them see just how turned on I am right now.

       Lawson on the other hand, who has been watching the whole scenario, has no shame in voicing his desire. "God damn." He stands from the corner chair and adjusts himself in his pants. "I think this meal is going to be more torture for me than either one of you."

        I don't know about that. I'm pretty wound up right now. I'm tempted to ask the guys how much time we have before our reservation, but I know that in this state, if we had any time to fool around, they would already be one step ahead of me.

      I can be patient. I think I'm growing some immunity to the constant state of temptation that they throw my way. With that said Casper and I roll off the bed and fix our clothes. Just like that we're physically ready for supper.

       Like nothing happened, Lawson holds the hotel door open as Casper and I walk out hand in hand. Time to meet their friends and see if this beautifully bewildering dynamic of ours has a chance of a real future.