Free Weekend Surrender by Lori King Page B

at the other brothers .  No one seemed upset at all, and she breathed a little sigh of relief.  “I’m sorry, guys.  It’s been awhile since I’ve had more than one orgasm in a night, and I lost count of how many I had tonight.  I think Rogan’s right, I need some sleep.”
    “ Rachel, don’t ever be sorry to tell us what you need,” Parker answered with a frown.  He stood and moved to her side, reaching for her.  She went willingly, and he began leading her back down the hallway toward the bedrooms. 
    They bypassed Hudson ’s room this time, and went into another across the hall.  She was surprised to find herself in what was clearly Rogan’s room.  He had the same bedframe as Hudson, but his room was neat as a pin.  There was very little clutter scattered on top of the dresser and nightstand, and the sheets were even turned down at the head of the bed awaiting its nightly occupant.  She giggled at the pair of slippers she saw peeking out from under the edge, and then jumped when Hudson spoke in her ear.
    “ Yeah, he’s a bit of a neat freak.  The rest of us aren’t so much, that’s why Parker brought you in here.  We’ll have to make do with switching rooms until we get the master suite finished.  Then we’ll have more space.”
    Rachel flashed him a smile .  “It has a bed and a pillow so it will work perfectly for my needs tonight.  So which one of you is a cuddler?”
    “ That would be me, baby.  I’m a spooner,” Sawyer said, stepping into the bedroom behind Hudson.  Rogan followed, and she was again surrounded by large muscular bodies. 
    It ’s like I’m in heaven.
    Shaking off the lust that kept fuzzing her brain, she patted Sawyer ’s chest.  “Good to know.  You have to sleep in another bed, because I need my own zip code when I sleep.”
    He looked shocked, and his brothers were all laughing.  “What?”
    “ Yep, sorry, big guy.  I am not a cuddler.  In fact, I’m kind of a bed hog, so whomever is brave enough to share the bed with me, gets what he deserves.” She turned and walked away from them, not wanting to be a part of the discussion over who would share her bed.  That wasn’t a choice she could make.  Reaching the doorway to the bathroom, she turned back, “I’m going to wash up before I sleep.  I’ll just be a minute.”
    No one said anything, so she went into the bathroom and shut the door behind her .  She rested her back against it and stared at herself in the mirror over the sink.  The woman staring back was tousled and looked like she had been well loved.  Her hair was in wild curls around her head, and there was a small love bite on her throat.  Swollen lips were reddened, and her eyes were slightly glassy.  A whisker burn ran down the inside of one thigh, and she grinned remembering how it got there.  Never before had she felt so affected by anyone.
    It was a pity that it was four men instead of just one, because there was no future in this weekend of pleasure .  Her stomach dipped as she thought about leaving Sunday.  How would she handle seeing them around town? Or God forbid seeing them with another woman at the bar? This whole charade was going to blow up in her face, she had no doubt, and yet she couldn’t bring herself to leave.  She wanted to suck the joy out of every possible moment she could so later she could look back on this weekend and smile.
    Straightening her spine, she washed up, and ran her fingers through her hair .  There was a change of clothes in her bag, but she wasn’t interested in taking off Hudson’s t-shirt.  It felt too perfect to want to remove it.  Blocking out the reasons she shook herself mentally because she wasn’t ready to examine those feelings.
    When she opened the bedroom door, she was stunned to find Rogan and Parker both in the room waiting for her .  “Seriously, guys? I wasn’t joking.  I’m not the best sleeping partner.”
    Rogan grinned and Parker shook his head, “Sunshine,