Page 22 of Calla's Boys

“Should we get the others to let us back in?” he asks, jerking his head toward the door leading to the adjoining room where Calla, Jesse, and Billy are currently wrapped up in one another.

“Nah, leave them to it. I’d rather get out and have a look around before going back in there. They’ll be a while I reckon.”

Doc snickers a little as we share a knowing look. Calla is impossible to get tired of, and between the four of us, we can keep her occupied for hours if we choose.

And boy, do we choose. I grin slyly, thinking of all the ways I’ve had her—alone and shared with the others.

Never thought I’d ever share a woman, let alone one as amazing as Calla, but here we are. Not only are we in a mutual agreement about what we have with her, but now we’re in a whole new place together. Here, the rules of what we can get away with doing are different. Without the constant scrutiny and watchful eyes of everyone back home, we are free to enjoy Calla and this place.

Chapter Eighteen

Doc

Clyde is a prick, but he’s also a good guy to have in your corner. Without Calla bringing us together, I doubt we’d have gotten this close to each other.

Don’t get me wrong, there are still plenty of times where I want to punch him and take him down a peg or two, knock him off his self-appointed pedestal, but I hold it in.

Calla is too important to all of us to get too involved in who does what with her—beyond the somewhat friendly competition we’ve got going on, that is.

Four desire-driven guys, all vying for the attention and affections of the same woman… it was inevitable, but somehow we make it work.

Calla makes it work. The woman is magical, and that’s something we canallagree on.

Diverting myself out of my thoughts and trying not to think of what the other two are doing with—and to—her right now, I focus on following Clyde through the hotel.

Neither of us know where we’re going, and we don’t speak enough of the regional language to wander very far, but the grounds offer plenty of distractions to pass the time.

The view even from where we are is still spectacular, and the air is clean and crisp. It’s the complete opposite of where we came from; fresh and clear, versus heavy with pollution.

I inhale deeply as Clyde does the same, and as I look over the landscape and see the snow-capped mountains in the distance, I’m reminded of the snowman we made out of Calla.

My dick stiffens a little at the thought, and I try to subtly rearrange to hide the beginnings of a hard-on. Clyde snickers, and I know immediately that I didn’t manage to pull it off as quietly as I thought.

“Shut up,” I say, nudging him with my elbow. “I was thinking about this morning with Calla, that’s all.”

He clears his throat and winks. “That was a lot of fun,” he says thoughtfully.

His eyes glaze over, and a sly, thoughtful expression morphs his face, and I know he’s thinking about it, too.

Try keeping yourself under control with that thought in your head, I mentally challenge him.

Clyde would never admit it, but like the rest of us, his weak spot is Calla. I don’t think any of us would be able to resist her, even if we tried… Not that we would try very hard to resist her anymore, not now we’ve all had a taste of her forbidden fruits.

Chapter Nineteen

Calla

These boys are going to be the end of me, I think with tired amusement as I attempt to catch my breath.

I need another shower, but right now, I haven’t got the energy to do anything more than lie here between two of my boys, wrapped up in a Billy and Jesse sandwich on top of the messy bed sheets.

The heat from our sweaty bodies and the warmth in our hotel room is enough that we don’t need covers over us.

Every single one of my muscles is aching, and I’m stretched, sore, and extremely satiated. Knowing my boys, though, they’ll be ready to go again soon enough. I can barely keep up with them, but I try my best.

I can’t very well ask them to give their best in whatever they do if I don’t do the same. I suppose there’s also the added bonus that if I’m almost as limp as a ragdoll with exhaustion, it’s easier for them to manipulate and move me into whatever intriguing and exciting positions they can think up.

The smell of sweat and sex permeates around us, and I make a mental note to open the window a little to air out the room when we leave.

---