Lynelle

She woke up peaceful, but a little hot. She tried to throw the blanket off of her, but it wouldn't budge. She pushed harder, slightly alarmed to discover it really wasn't moving. She opened her eyes to see she was trying to pry Max's arm off of her with weak hands.

Rowan was facing away from her, on his back. At some point during the night, she had stolen all of his blanket, so he was just hanging out there, completely naked. Not that she minded. She knew he went to the gym, but until now she didn't realize how muscular he was. He was without question the bulkiest of the guys. She always read the term 'lickable abs' in her books, but didn't understand until now.

"How long is this eye-fucking session going to last exactly?"

Her head snapped to Rowan's eyes. He looked amused, but she wasn't even ashamed enough to blush. He was a hunk, what did he expect from a mere mortal such as herself?

"Almost done," she smirked, casting her eyes back down to his body. She decided to see if those books knew what they were talking about.

She untangled herself from Max and positioned herself so she was laying sideways on the bed on her belly, with her head right by Rowan's torso and her legs resting on Max's unconscious body.

She glanced up at his cute sleepy face, trying not to laugh. Then she leaned down, tilted her head, and licked a line down those abs of his, stopping at the V line that led to his crotch.

Verdict: Lickable.

She rested her forehead on said lickable abs and giggled at herself. She looked up at Rowan, who looked both aroused and confused. She felt her pussy come alive.

"I was seeing how lickable your abs are," she explained.

He raised his eyebrows at her. "I have other things you can lick, if you want to test--"

Max groaned and stirred, pulling her by her legs until she was on top of him, then hugged her like a teddy bear. It was sweet, but she was overheating now.

Lynelle struggled against his arms, which were for some reason locked in an iron grip around her. She looked at Rowan.

"Can you wake him up or something?"

Rowan shrugged, then flicked Max's sleeping face. He jolted awake, grunting and swatting at Rowan. As his arms came off her, Lynelle rolled off of him and got up.

As Max eyed her body, she remembered her nakedness, but couldn't bring herself to care. She picked up her clothes from the floor, including the cut-up panties.

She glanced back at them. Max was sitting on the edge, watching her, while Rowan was still laying naked and out in all his glory.

She winked at them and slipped out of the room. She rushed the short walk to her bedroom, thankfully not encountering anyone on the way.

As soon as she closed the door behind her, she threw the pile of clothes on her bed and immediately ran the shower. She was a little sticky.

Washing herself in the shower, Lynelle discovered she was a little sore from last night. Made sense, she had pretty much been railed by two guys who were not small in the dick department.

She put on some cute shorts and a t-shirt and went downstairs to find Jackson in the kitchen. An unusual sight.

"What are you making?"

He turned around and smiled at her with that gorgeous face. Butterflies. In her stomach and other places.

"A fancy new kind of scrambled eggs," he claimed, stirring the pan. She came over and peered into the pan, recoiling in disgust at the sight of the crusty brown paste in there.

"No, I don't know what those are, but they're not scrambled eggs," she told him, backing away.

"You can just say that you're not as good at cooking as I am, sweetheart," he bragged, catching her and pulling her into his side with one hand, and stirring the death mush with the other.

She snorted and shook her head, but let herself melt into his side. For someone as fit as him, he was surprisingly cuddly.

"I was going to make breakfast for you, but... maybe I'll pour you a bowl of cereal instead," admitted Jackson. She tucked her face in his shoulder and grinned a little. A secret smile at his cuteness.

"No, this looks great," she lied. "You worked really hard on it, I'll try it."

She went to go get a plate, but Jackson held her back.

"Don't patronize me. I know this stuff tastes like shit. Let's just eat cereal together and pretend I cooked for you."

She laughed and relented, getting out two bowls and the box of cereal as he disposed of the death mush.

They sat at the counter with their bowls of cereal. They were gone within several minutes.

"Well, I'm sorry that I suck at cooking. You'll have to have Ethan or Char make you stuff the next time you want to be spoiled," said Jackson, laughing.

Lynelle shook her head and giggled with him. "Don't be sorry. I'm going to say good morning to the others." He nodded, and she put their dishes in the dishwasher and headed upstairs.

Ethan was doing some work thing on his computer at his desk, but pushed away when he saw her and smiled.

"Good morning, Lynelle."

"Morning, cutie." She came and straddled his lap, and his hands immediately grabbed her waist.

"You're a doctor," she said, getting an idea.

"Last time I checked."

"I have a medical problem I need help with."

Ethan looked at her, looking concerned. "Of course. What is it?"

"I'm having some weird sensations."

"Like pain?"

"Yeah, sorta."

"Is it a pressure, stinging, stabbing, burning, or aching kind?"

"Definitely aching."

"Where are you experiencing the pain?"

She bit her lip and took one of his hands, guiding it down between her legs. It was a joke but she actually was kinda turned on. Ethan had a visual moment of realization, then rolled his eyes.

"You're a horndog. I would love to help you with this little medical problem, but unfortunately I do kind of have people dying who would probably appreciate my help. Go to one of the others and tell them the doctor's orders are for you to get some action." He kissed her and she got off of his lap, chuckling at his reaction as he went back to his computer.

Her last stop was Char's room. When she knocked, all she got was a grunt. Lynelle was gonna take that as permission to enter. When she walked in, Char was still sprawled out in bed, an arm thrown over his face.

"You like to sleep in, huh?"

He looked at her from under his arm and beckoned her over with his other hand. She lay next to him and stared at his face. He was nice to look at. He pulled her closer to him and buried his face in her neck, kissing it.

She threw a leg over his hip and scooted closer to him. She liked this treatment a whole lot. She felt herself growing wet between her legs.

"Ethan says it's medically necessary for me to get some action because I'm a horndog," she whispered.

"I heard. 'S that why you came to me?" He rumbled. Her eyes widened at his morning voice. She was gonna have to visit him in the morning for often.

"Absolutely it is. Are you gonna give me some action?"

He kissed her neck, feather-soft, then bit her, making her jump.

"You got pounded last night and you're probably still sore, yet you're still sliding into my bed and asking me for some 'action'?"

"Yes, that's correct."

He laughed and pulled away from her, throwing the blankets off of himself and rubbing his eyes.

"We'll give you more than a little action later. But first..." He stood up and turned to look at her, his hair adorably rumpled. "How are you doing this morning?"

She smiled, touched by his concern. "Physically, I'm a little sore. Otherwise, I'm on top of the world."

"So are we," he confessed. "Lynelle, we all like you. A lot. We don't want you to think that this is just a hook-up for us. Because it's more than that. But... there aren't many women who can stomach the idea of being in a romantic relationship with five men..." He trailed off, looking nervous. "So, if you don't like the idea of that, we would understand."

She smiled. "I guess it's lucky you found me, then. I'm into it."

"Good. Great. Um, but you know how society--"

"I don't give a singular flying fuck about society," she told him sweetly. He smiled at her, and she thought it was the most beautiful thing she had seen in a long time.

"Well then, let's get you some action, shall we?"