Laughing as I struggled, he carried me two steps before throwing me down into the grass that lined the path.

He was on me before I could think of what to do next, and then his soft lips crashed into mine. I could taste the mint on his tongue mingling with the cherries on mine and the scent of morning dew that I couldn’t tell was real or fake.

Yes, he had my emotions in a whirlwind, but he also had me pressed into the grass while he lay between my legs as if he belonged there.

“This is not how I imagined our first time would be,” he complained with a groan against my lips.

I was still panting from the run, and Loren kissing me so deeply. “Who said this would be our first time?”

Ignoring me, Loren rose to his knees before searching the pockets of the jeans he wore. When he came up empty for whatever he was looking for, he closed his eyes, tilted his head back, and swore.

He opened them a moment later, and I didn’t like the contemplation in his eyes—like he was considering something he shouldn’t. His angry, black gaze was darker than usual under cover of trees just before sunlight. I shivered in desire laced with fear just as the sound of something hitting the ground drew our attention.

Lying in the grass next to my hip was a square packet of gold foil with Magnum Extra Large written in black.

My gaze shot to the path behind Loren to see that Houston and Rich had caught up. Houston was still slipping his wallet back into the pockets of his sweats when our gazes met. It figures he’d be the one that came prepared.

“Make it count,” he said to Loren when the bassist looked over his shoulder.

I guess it was the only protection they’d brought, which told me getting fucked in a public park that would be filling up with people soon hadn’t been their plan for me.

“Oh, I will,” Loren promised while gazing down at me. Snatching up the rubber, he kissed me again before I could remember that I should be saying no.

“Your five minutes are up,” I whined when he started ripping open his jeans. It was a weak attempt to resist him at best.

“Not quite,” he said with a cocky twist of his lips before shoving his jeans down his thighs and revealing his thick and veiny cock. He was already leaking pre-cum at the tip. I let my gaze travel the length of him and knew I’d feel him long after he was done with me. I watched him tear open the condom with his teeth before skillfully slipping it on.

Still, I didn’t object.

As I lay there trembling and growing wetter by the second, he yanked my panties down my thighs and pushed my legs apart to make room for him.

“I want to see her tits,” Rich whispered from his perch against a tree.

Loren smiled as he obliged him. Once my dress was shoved around my waist, leaving me bare above and below, Loren ran a long finger down my sopping wet opening.

“Is all this for me, Miss Fawn?” Chuckling when I refused to answer him, he slipped his finger inside. “Maybe I won’t give you my dick,” he mused as he gently fingered me. “You’ve been a bad girl this morning.”

Refusing to let him have all the power, I forced a smile to my lips. “If you won’t, they will. Either way, I’ll have some fun.”

Never losing his infuriating smirk, Loren took his finger away.

My legs immediately cradled him as he settled between my thighs, and then I felt this dick prodding my entrance when he whispered in my ear.

“That won’t work anymore, baby fawn. We’ve decided you’re ours.” Slowly, he began to fill me, making my lips part as he stared into my eyes. He didn’t speak again until he reached the hilt, and we both released a low, satisfied sound. “All of ours.”

Instantly, I was coming around his dick.

“Aw, fuck,” Loren moaned under his breath. My pussy had locked him in a vice grip.

“She’s coming, isn’t she?” Houston remarked. They’d been so silent until now I’d almost forgotten they were there.

“I think she likes the idea of belonging to all of us,” Rich teased as he looked on.

I was still releasing soft whimpers, my chest heaving from each hard breath when Loren began to move. “She’s as tight as you described her,” he remarked in a strained voice. His thrusts were slow and gentle, allowing me to get used to his size and invasion. “Holy fuck, I’m not going to last.”

“I blew my load in three when I had her,” Rich admitted.

“Hurry the fuck up,” Houston groused as he kept watch. “Sun’s coming up, and we need to get back.”

I can’t explain why the three of them talking around me, like I was something to use turned me on, but as Loren sped up his thrusts, I found myself coming for a second time.

“Do I still have your motherfucking attention?” he questioned as he pounded me with short brutal thrusts.

The medallion around his neck swung like a pendulum, beating against his chest already dripping with sweat, and making a clinking sound that was mostly drowned by the sound of his hips meeting mine.

I could feel my breasts swaying from his rough movements and knew Rich watched them with a hunger there’d be no time to sate.

Lost in the feeling of being thoroughly fucked, my head fell to the side. I couldn’t stifle the sounds I made, either. If someone wandered over, there’d be no question what we were up to.

Loren increased his tempo, and my fingers began ripping the grass from the ground in an attempt to hold on.

“Answer me.”

I tried.

Every time my voice was cut short with a choked cry when he’d shove deeper inside of me.

Loren was a remorseless fuck.

He drew out my pleasure even when it caused me pain. I felt like I was being driven wild, trapped in the den they made for me.

“Yes,” I managed to moan only when he finally let up. He was back to fucking me slow, but there was nothing gentle about it.

“Show me.” I didn’t understand how until he flipped onto his back, leaving me on top and gazing down at him. “Ride my dick like you rode my pillow, you insolent little thing.”

Rich released a groan that sounded like he was being tortured, and then I heard clothes rustling, prompting me to look over my shoulder. Rich had his dick out now and was stroking it furiously as he watched me ride his friend. I licked my lips, remembering his taste, and deciding I wanted more. Seeing the invitation in my eyes, he ambled over.

A moment later, I had my left hand wrapped around Rich and my right planted on Loren’s chest.

“Eyes on me,” Loren growled. He’d drawn my attention back to him. “He’s had his turn.”

Bouncing on his rod, I dug my long nails into Loren’s chest, making him grunt in pain as I continued to stroke Rich. Not done making him sorry, I began to carve my name over and over.

“Fuck, she’s ambidextrous,” Loren breathed before tossing his head back and groaning. “She’s fucking ambidextrous.”

Feeling another orgasm rising, I rocked my hips at a furious pace, using Loren for the friction I needed to come.

This time I wasn’t alone.

Unable to hold back any longer, Loren seized my hips to keep me still and began pounding me hard from below. My mouth fell open from the sensation of Loren completely wrecking my middle. His movements became jerky soon after, and then he froze as he flooded the condom. The grunt he released was cut off when my pussy began contracting around him. The look in his eyes said I owned him as I held his dick in yet another vice grip.

Turning to Rich, no words were spoken between us before I swallowed his dick in three gulps. It took maybe thirty seconds of rough deep throating before he was coming with a groan that I felt in my bones. Breathing hard, his knees shook a little when he took a step back and pulled up his shorts.

I winked at Rich, and once he smiled, I turned my attention back to Loren.

Still nestled inside of me, he lay there with his eyes closed, body relaxed, and his breathing slow and deep. It took me five seconds of calling his name to realize he’d fallen asleep.

“We need to talk,” Houston informed me the moment we were through the door. We were back inside our hotel suite, and we’d almost gotten here unscathed.

At the edge of the park, we were spotted by early joggers who’d paid no mind to our rumpled clothing or the grass in our hair as they excitedly requested our autographs. By that time, we’d drawn more attention. Once the crowd had gotten too big for us to handle safely, Loren took my hand, and the four of us made a run for it.

Sighing, I stopped at the bottom of the stairs leading to my room before turning and gripping the railing. “Is the topic in any way related to our next show?”

I watched the three of them gape at me with matching, confused frowns. If I weren’t so exhausted and knew better by now, I’d think that they were adorable.

“I didn’t think so,” I said when none of them responded.