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“We rent it through a friend of a friend,” said Mason, “so we get a very good deal. Otherwise…”

“Otherwise we’d be slumming it,” smirked Corey, as he loaded a few additional beers into a small Styrofoam cooler. When he started throwing ice over the top, I looked back at him curiously.

“We uh… going somewhere?”

“Yes,” he said happily. “Outside.”

“But it’s nighttime,” I said. “In the desert.” I glanced out through a wall of giant glass panes, into the moonlight nothingness. “It’s cold out there. Real cold.”

“Not where we’re going,” Mason winked at me, before disappearing into a bedroom.

Now I was really confused. We’d come out here to get away from Vegas. To

a steel and glass house so beautiful, so expensive-looking, it easily could be the cover of any architectural magazine anywhere.

And now we were going somewhere?

I turned and the guys were all gone; presumably in the three separate bedrooms, unpacking their clothes. I walked the place in a slow circle, sipping my beer. Admiring the angular, but somehow still comfortable-looking furniture. The brushed metal light fixtures, hanging from the sloped, cathedral ceiling.

The kitchen was sleek and beautiful, with a wide island and a big gas range. I could picture them here, enjoying the solitude of the desert. Drinking and joking and reminiscing about old times together, while making all new memories to talk about.

But they’ve never brought a girl here…

I started wondering where they were taking me. Obviously this whole thing was spur of the moment, so it’s not like they had something planned. Wherever it was, I hoped it wasn’t far. I really liked this place. I wanted to stay here with them for as long as I could, while trying to forget all about the fact that I was flying home in just a few short—

“Ready?”

I turned, just as Mason walked past me… without a shirt on. His body was every bit as amazing as Brody’s and Corey’s, only taller and leaner. Maybe even more defined, if such a thing were possible.

“Wait, what?”

I was practically mesmerized by his long, rippled torso. His ‘V’ shaped body tapered impressively upward to where two strong pecs dominated his broad, hairless chest.

He caught me staring, and I blushed hard. Rather than respond, he only smiled deviously.

“I said, are you ready?”

Brody and Corey emerged, sans shirts as well. One of them grabbed the cooler. The other took me by the hand and led me backwards, past the kitchen. Out through the back door, and onto a smooth slate patio…

… where a large hot tub stood steaming in the cold, desert night.

Thirty

LAUREN

My three handsome hosts wasted no time. Mason and Brody slid the top off the hot tub, while Corey pushed the cooler up against one edge. Then they jumped in, by deftly leaping over the sides. Not even bothering to use the little staircase butted up to the front of the tub, for just that purpose.

The sounds they made as they sank beneath the swirling waters actually came in stereo. Low moans of pure pleasure that, if I weren’t freezing my ass off, would turn me right the fuck on.

“So are you coming in?” Mason asked, holding his beer well above the waterline. “Or are you going to just stand there and freeze?”

Now it was my turn to fold my arms across my chest.

“I don’t have a bathing suit and you know it.”

They grinned back at me, knowingly. I didn’t have to wait very long for what inevitably came next.

“Why in the world would you need one?”

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