It didn't take long until the food was ready to be served, and we sat down by the dinner table in the kitchen. Mateo sat beside me with Gideon at the head of the table on my left, and Callan was in front of me. I quite liked the seating arrangement a whole lot. It felt good being surrounded by these men.

On my plate was a fat burger with all sorts of fillings, with salad and crispy fries on the side. I'd only ever eaten pre-made burgers, but I knew Gideon cooked food from scratch, and the effort showed in the taste. Instead of dry, thin meat, this was juicy and thick, and the taste was oh so good.

"How was your work today, sweetheart?" Callan paused his eating to look at me.

I groaned. "Oliver is the worst, and we lost a lot of tips because of his attitude." I didn't mention the fact that he was a sleazebag. I had a strong suspicion that they would do something about that–meaning him–and it wouldn't be pretty. Still, as much as I wanted to tell them, I couldn't risk my job. It paid my bills and made sure I could afford school, had food in my stomach, and a roof over my head.

If I lost this job, I wasn't guaranteed that I would find another job just as flexible as this one, which I needed to be able to study as well.

Besides, Oliver was harmless–mostly...well, at least in the café with people around. And, it wasn't like I would work that much–if at all–with him now that the summer was over. He wasn't a student and would therefore not get the afternoon shifts. Thank God.

"Who's Oliver?" Mateo asked.

"My boss's nephew. I normally don't work with him, so it's usually not a problem. What about you guys? What have you done today?" I grabbed a fry and dunked it into the ketchup.

Now it was Mateo's turn to groan. "I was at my father's office and talked about the business. I need to familiarize myself with it all, and it's a lot."

Reaching for his knee, I squeezed it in compassion. I knew how little he wanted to take over from his father and how much he loved his current job–though we hadn't talked much about the latter yet.

Mateo gave me a shrug. "It's okay," he assured me. "I'll get through it. I've talked to my sister, and she's already started searching for online business classes and will shadow me at work. I hope she'll be ready to take my place in a couple of years."

"I have faith it will all work out." I smiled softly at him. There was a lot of respect to be found in a man who sacrificed so much for the people he loved. He was truly a great guy, and the more I got to know him, the more I lo–liked him. Yes, definitely liked. Nothing more. Not now. It was too soon for that.

"What about you guys?" I directed my question to Callan and Gideon, trying to push my own thoughts away.

"Work," Gideon whispered gruffly.

"Well, I, for one, had plans to spend the day in bed with a beautiful woman, but she was called into work last minute." Callan winked, and I chuckled. "But yeah, when that wasn't an option, I went to my club and got some work done too."

"Too bad about that woman. I'm sure she wasn't all that happy to leave that bed of yours," I teased, though it was true. I hadn't wanted to leave him.

When we were finished with our meal, I collected the plates and rinsed them before putting them in the dishwasher.

Someone walked up behind me and snuggled into the crook of my neck, breathing me in. I just knew that it was Mateo without having to turn around. There was some kind of feel to each of their presence that made me able to tell which one it was before I even saw them.

It was weird how attuned my body was to theirs.

I leaned back against Mateo's embrace and sighed as the hands around my stomach started sliding up my body. He palmed my breasts through the thin layer of Callan's t-shirt and the lace bra I was wearing.

He found my nipples easily. His thumbs were rubbing them to diamond points through the fabric. I yelped when he pinched them hard; the sting sent a lick of fire through my body.

"You feel so good in my arms," he whispered against my neck, tickling me as his lips moved against my skin. "I've missed this."

It had been four days since I spent a night with him, but it felt like weeks. How was it possible to miss someone you just met?

"I've missed this too," I admitted softly.

His hands left my tits only to pop open the button on my jeans and unzip me. I could feel eyes on us–on me–and I knew the other two were watching. They were close by, much closer than where the dinner table was, which meant they'd moved from their seats too.

Mateo pushed my pants down, along with my panties. The cold air on my wet pussy brought goosebumps to my skin.

"Bend over for us, gorgeous," Mateo ordered me.

Doing this in the kitchen felt naughty, and even though we were alone in here, I felt exposed, but that only made me more aroused.

Grabbing the kitchen counter, I did as Mateo ordered me to and bent down. With his foot, he kicked my legs out as far as they could go with my jeans around my ankles.

The men could see every bit of my sex in this position, but where I'd once been shy and insecure, now I felt braver. Of course, I was still shy, that wouldn't go away that easily, but with them, my shell I often hid in didn't seem to exist anymore.

My breath hitched when Mateo's hand trailed down my stomach, over my pubic bone, and further down to my pussy.

"Fuck, gorgeous. You're so fucking wet for us," he groaned, feeling how soaked I already was. I could sense him kneeling down behind me and used his fingers to spread my folds, baring my drenched hole for his and his friends' eyes.

I let out a breathy moan as he licked a straight line from my clit to my slit, his tongue poking my entrance.

He moved his hands to my ass and held me in place as he began to lap at me eagerly. From the way he was handling me, I could tell he wasn't only doing this for my pleasure but also because he enjoyed himself. That turned me on even more.

"I'll never get tired of your taste," he murmured against me and attacked my pussy with his skillful mouth.

My cries of ecstasy rang through the kitchen, and I didn't have it in me to keep quiet. I could only hope we were alone in the house–if not, I could just pray they wouldn't hear me and decide they needed to check that everything was okay in here.

For a moment, I'd forgotten about the other guys, too lost in the feeling Mateo was eliciting in me. It wasn't until I saw a movement to my right that I remembered them.

Gideon gave me a wicked look and held my attention as he opened the fridge and pulled out a...cucumber? What the hell would he need that for? We'd already eaten. Unless...oh no. No. No. No.

Gideon confirmed my suspicion when he walked up to us and moved Mateo's face away from my pussy. Eyes wide, I tensed as I felt the cold vegetable touch me down there.

My hands were gripping the granite counter so hard, my fingers turned white. From what I'd seen, the cucumber was thick–thicker than the ones I usually found in the store and longer too.

"Relax," Gideon whispered in my ear. "I promise it will feel good." With that, he positioned the round tip of the vegetable against my sex and pushed it in one inch, and then pulled it out. He gave me a little more for each time he pushed inside, wetting the object with my juices and making it easier for me to take it.

It was cold against my heated canal, the sensation it created was a shock to the system but also intoxicating.

The knowledge that this wasn't a toy but an actual vegetable made my pussy tighten around its girth, and I moaned. The tiny fear I had when I'd first seen it was gone and all I could feel now was the pleasure it gave me.

"Your pussy is taking it so well," Callan praised me from somewhere behind me. "Do you like it? Do you like being fucked by a cucumber?" His voice was low and husky and so full of heat.

"Yes, Sir," I moaned and cried out when Gideon started thrusting it in harder. The tip of the vegetable hit the end of me repeatedly; its pain only made the pleasure more potent.

I pushed my hips back, meeting his thrusts with my own, and this time, they didn't tell me to keep still.

All I could hear was my ragged breathing and the wet slurping sound of the vegetable fucking me. I could feel it; I was about to come from having a cucumber in my pussy.

Gideon suddenly stilled his movements, keeping the cucumber deep inside me.

"Please, Daddy," I begged, feeling the orgasm slowly retreating. "I need more." Just one more thrust and I would come.

I almost cried with relief when he started moving again. But instead of thrusting back inside, he pulled it completely out, leaving me empty and horny beyond measure.

"Not right now, baby girl. You'll have to wait," Gideon whispered.

Too desperate to let the orgasm go, I moved one of my hands down and circled my clit fast, hoping it would be enough to come. I knew it was a bad idea. I fucking knew they wouldn't like it. Still, I couldn't help myself from chasing the high just within reach.

A sharp sting on my ass made me cry out in pain rather than in pleasure.

"Bad girl." Gideon's harsh whisper stilled my hand between my legs. "We decide when you're allowed to come. This–" He wrenched my hand away from my clit. "–will earn you a punishment, and one you will not enjoy."