Author's Note: I'm afraid RL is rearing its ugly head. It looks like I'll have to retreat to one update a week or so for awhile.

I own nothing, all characters are JE's and apologies for the spelling and grammar errors in the last chapter.

I stretched and yawned looking for my phone to see what the time was. Tank had left my side, and I was a little disappointed about that until I saw... 15 hours! I slept for fifteen hours! No wonder I felt so good.

I hopped out of bed and headed for the bathroom. As I stood under the pounding spray I thought about how much had changed. It had only been yesterday that I was getting ready to drive home horny, and yes lonely. Now I was in the midst of an unconventional relationship with four of the hottest men on the planet. But they were more than that; they were the four men I felt connected to, the four men I loved and the four men I hoped to stay with forever.

Looking through the clothes I had brought I decided on my burgundy red push up bra and matching thong. I teamed this with my black yoga pants and tank top. After I blow-dried my hair, I put on a swipe of mascara and was good to go.

Lester was in the kitchen making pancakes. I snagged one off the plate.

"Mmm. These are good."

Ranger came up behind me, pulled my hair to the side and kissed my neck. "Don't tell her what's in them."

Lester waved his spatula at me. "You know for someone who claims to be able to cook, you seem to have an uncanny ability to only show up at mealtimes," he teased.

"And for a bunch of guys who claim to have amazing shower skills, I seem to only ever be showering alone," I countered, with a mock frown plastered on my face.

"It's my fault, Baby. I told them to let you sleep." Tank stepped in front of me, tilted my chin up and kissed me good morning. "I didn't leave you until a little while ago. You'd wrapped yourself around me like you were drowning and you'd mewl every time I tried to leave."As I scowled, he added, "Don't be like that, it was very sweet."

We sat down to breakfast. I suspected the pancakes were largely comprised of wheat germ and honey but they were actually pretty good. Lester had set the bar fairly high in this challenge. At a moment of silence I blurted out, "I'm cooking dinner tonight, then. I'll cook your socks off, Lester Santos!"

I glanced around the table. Tank looked stoic. Ranger seemed bemused over where that remark had come from, like he'd misplaced his Stephanie-to-human dictionary. Bobby seemed to be wondering if he should keep his sutures equipment handy or medication for food poisoning. Lester, however, was glad I'd thrown down the gauntlet.

"You're on! You can talk the talk; let's see if you can walk the walk."

"Oh, I can walk all over your ass, and in heels!" We both had giant grins on our faces. I needed my Lester banter. Life was just more fun when he was around.

After breakfast, Lester turned on the TV and Ranger and Tank disappeared to the office to talk about contracts or rosters or something. Since I hadn't actually been doing any of the housework, I started on the dishes. I was just finishing up when I felt a hard body pressed against my back. Wrapping his arms around my waist, Bobby said quietly, "You're wearing clothes today."

"So are you."

He made a noise of assent. "But you weren't wearing yours yesterday. I'm just trying to figure out what's going on inside that head of yours."

"Books could be written about what is and isn't going on inside my head," I answered wryly.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

I nodded, hung up the tea-towel I'd been using and followed him upstairs to his room. Bobby was my go-to guy when I needed advice or a chat. He understood my need to talk about things, even if I was usually hesitant to do so. He knew when to push and when to let it slide, but most of all, I could trust him.

Lying down on his bed, he positioned us so he was spooning me, one hand lightly rubbing circles on my stomach under my top.

He was the first to break the silence. "What's going on, Stephanie?"

"This just all seems to be moving a little fast. 24 hours ago we were all just friends. Now we're all lovers, and I feel loved and wanted but it's still all a bit much."

"Do you want to spend today just hanging out? We could go downstairs and watch some TV with Lester?"

"That sounds nice, but in a minute? I like being with you like this. We've never been able to do it before."

We lay like that for long minutes. It was nice just being held. Finally Bobby broke the silence.

"I should tell you, I was planning on making a move on you after you broke up with Joe, but I held back. I wanted to see what would happen with you and Ranger first."

After I processed this I paused, trying to frame what I wanted to say. When I listened to myself, which I rarely did, I knew that speed wasn't the problem. This was the problem. Bobby could sense that I was struggling, but he let me take my time, knowing I'd get there eventually.

"I don't want anything to happen to you guys. I couldn't bear the idea that I could destroy what you have. You're more than friends, you're brothers. You've known each other forever and when you're at work or you've been deployed, you have each others' backs. I don't want to do anything that could change that or put you at risk. I love you all and maybe that makes me selfish, but at the same time the thought of coming between you..."I couldn't help it, I began to sob quietly. Well, I tried to be quiet.

"Shhh, Steph. I know you're not going to come between us. You have such a pure heart; I know that you'd never do anything to hurt us."

"What's wrong?" We'd left the door open. Lester came in and got onto the bed on the other side of me.

"Steph's scared of coming between us."

"Really? That's my favourite position," he said raising an eyebrow and trying to lighten the mood.

I gave a watery chuckle and wiped my eyes on the tissue Bobby gave me from his nightstand. Thank god for waterproof mascara.

"I think the real issue here is that you're used to blaming yourself for the actions of others. If we do become jealous of each other, and I don't see that happening, the problem will lie with whoever started the fight, not you. We all know what we're getting into." Bobby paused. "I know that the things around you just happen, but I think that your mother and Joe's incessant criticism might have stuck with you. You're not responsible for the actions of those you hunt down. The thieves, psychopaths –

"Thieving psychopaths", Lester cut in.

"Murderers..."

"Murdering psychopaths..."

"Rapists..."

"Jealous drag queens..."

"Organised crime members..."

"Vigilantes...Wait, why do we live in Trenton?" Lester asked. "It's like the hellmouth of mentally unstable criminals. Have they done any testing on environmental chemicals lately?"

I started to laugh and shake. Unfortunately for the guys I was wedged between them and my movements were causing them to sport rapidly growing members.

Bobby spotted the danger first, "C'mon, let's go watch TV."

I felt better now after my emotional release. Bobby was right. The guys knew and accepted the dangers. All I could do was start to take responsibility for my own actions, and that would come from listening to my needs and instincts. And if I listened to myself, I knew that I wanted them, right now and that I wouldn't regret it.

I put on my best sex kitten purr, "Are you sure you want to go watch TV? Because I think we could have a much better time right here."

Bobby studied my eyes. Whatever he was looking for, he found it. "You know you could give a guy whiplash?" he said, shaking his head while grinning.

"Don't worry, I'll kiss it better."

He turned serious. "Are you sure you want to do this now, Steph? No reservations?"

"I'm sure, Bobby. No reservations."

Bobby pulled me to him and kissed me deeply. I ground my body against him trying to generate some friction. Bobby broke the kiss as Lester's hands pulled off my tank top from behind, before undoing my bra. As he kissed and nuzzled my back, Bobby stood and quickly removed his clothes. I was entranced. His body was perfection. He was toned and muscled without looking like a body-builder. And if Ranger was a mocha latte, and Tank was rich, dark chocolate then Bobby was sweet caramel. I wanted to worship him. I got off the bed and went down on my knees in front of him. He was already fully erect. With one hand at the base of his shaft, and the other cupping his balls I took him into my mouth. He was already leaking precum and I could taste it as I alternately licked and sucked his cock. I moved one hand to grip the back of his thigh while the other continued to gently massage his sac. Relaxing my throat I tried to take him as deep as possible, finally feeling his short coarse hairs tickling my nose as I swallowed repeatedly. He swore and tried to slow me down. When he pulled back a bit I set up a rhythm, in and out letting him fuck my mouth.

A voice came from beside my air, "God, Beautiful. You're so sexy, you know that?" I still had my pants on, but Lester straddled me from behind. One hand when up to toy and play with my left breast worrying the stiff peak, while the other slipped down into my pants. He rubbed my pussy and played with my clit, spreading my moisture but never giving me what I needed. Finally he slipped two fingers into me and began to massage my g-spot, making me moan. The vibrations were bringing Bobby closer to his release.

"I'm about to cum, Bomber. Do you want to take it? Are you going to swallow it down like a naughty girl?"

Looking up, I held his eyes and nodded. I sucked him in deep, and with a strangled grunt I felt him flood my mouth. Making sure I still had his attention, I swallowed his load making sure he saw my throat move.

"Fuck. I'm going to be hard in no time again. You're such a little tease." He looked at Lester over my shoulder and nodded at him. Stupid ESP communication. I didn't have to wait long though to figure out what they had in mind. Bobby grabbed my hands to pull me up as Lester pulled down my pants and thong.

Lying me on the bed between them, Lester finally explained, "You really are a little tease, Beautiful. Making sure Bobby watched as you swallowed him down, prancing around the house in your tiny dressing-gown, showing Tank your lovely bare pussy, I still remember what you wore your first day to Rangeman. I bet you even thought about us as you chose your distraction outfits, touching yourself and using your shower massager, wondering if tonight would be the night we'd finally crack, listening to our groans as we finally saw you looking positively fuckable and ready to play."

I moaned. He was so right. Looking at Lester, Bobby said "I think we should take that as a yes, Les. She's such a naughty girl. And naughty girls need to be punished don't they?"

"Oh, I think we should give her one more chance. Let's see how she does with being teased. We'll see if she can stay perfectly still and silent. If not, you might have to spank her. Remind her of what happens when naughty girls break the rules."

Oh god. I wanted to break the rules, but I was afraid to as well. What would this really feel like?

"Well, Beautiful, do you agree?"

A voice that sounded like mine moaned out, "Yesss," but that couldn't have been my voice could it?

"Remember", Lester said placing my arms above my head, "still and silent."

Lester and Bobby began their assault. They each had a side and would mimic what the other was doing. With my hands above my head my breasts were pushed up and out. I felt two tongues swirling around my areolas and then sucking the flesh into their mouths. Thankfully neither seemed to consider heavy breathing to be making a noise. I had already been close to orgasm when Lester had been fingering me, now I sounded like I was on my way to an asthma attack. They each kissed their way down a side, stopping occasionally to nip and suck. I was going out of my mind, I needed to touch myself. Finally, they reached my core. Instead of giving me what I needed, they each grabbed a knee and pushed my legs up spreading me wide. Bobby took over while Lester returned to my breasts. As Bobby nibbled the inside of my thighs, it was all I could do to keep my hips on the bed. When he skipped over my core and started on the other side, I lost it. "Nooo, I need to cum!"

Lester and Bobby stopped what they were doing and looked at each other.

"Well, she broke the rules," said Bobby, pretending to be upset. "Five or ten?"

"I think ten. That was quite an infraction. Did you hear how demanding she was? She needs to learn."

Bobby looked at me, "Well, Steph, what do you think? Do you deserve to be punished?"

"Yes, sir." Where had that come from?

Bobby sat on the edge of the bed and pulled me over his lap. "There's only one rule now, Baby. You can make as much noise as you want, but you can't try to cover your sexy little ass."

Using his bare hand he set up a swift pace, turning my skin red.

Lester was behind me, with the perfect view. "You should see this. She's getting wetter. You like this don't you, Beautiful?"

Bobby slipped his hand between my thighs, "She's dripping."

I moaned at their words. I knew they loved and respected me, so being talked about like I wasn't there, like my only goal at the moment should be to please them was such a turn on.

Bobby had three strokes left. He alternated each cheek before finally slapping my pussy. I came and came, screaming my release.

Lester still hadn't cum and both of them were in desperate need. When I recovered, Bobby helped me off his lap and I got onto the bed on all fours. I was still slightly boneless, so I rested my head and arms on the bed, pushing my ass up and allowing him to go deeper. Lester wasted no time entering me from behind and I could feel him pressing up against my sore red ass as he fucked me fast and hard. "That was the fucking hottest thing I've ever seen. Fuck, Beautiful. You're so tight. I'm not going to last after that." He came quickly, shooting his semen deep inside me.

Once he had slipped out and I'd recovered, I flipped over and Bobby entered me. He had more control than Lester, though I had no idea how. He brought me to the brink over and over again driving me crazy with need. Finally, when I thought I couldn't take any more he pushed us both over the edge. As I was lying there totally spent between two of the men I loved, Bobby leaned over and kissed me softly.

"Thank you."

I was confused, "For what?"

"Allowing me to indulge a fantasy, going along with our role playing. We should have talked about it first and gotten an idea of what you liked and didn't."

"This might sound weird but I'm glad you didn't. If I wasn't happy you would've known, but if you asked, I might have said no, you know?"

"No."

"No, I wouldn't have said no or no, you don't know? "

"The second one. I think."

"Well... talking about this stuff can be embarrassing. It's so much easier in the heat of the moment. Admitting that I wanted you to do, well that, isn't something I'm sure I could do."

"I want you to be comfortable with us, Steph. It's important that..."

Lester cut in trying to lighten the mood and stave off a mental health lecture, "Look, as far as sexual fantasies go, we're looking forward to playing out every single one of them, Beautiful, whether you want to say them, scream them to the heavens, write them down, draw a funny carton, whisper them in my ear, send me a lewd text or train a homing pigeon. Why would we judge you? We love you, Steph. Though I gotta say, the fact that you can still blush is adorable."

I gave him my best pissy look, picked up the nearest pillow and whacked him across the shoulder. And just like that, the great pillow war of 2011 was on. We spent the rest of the day laughing, telling stories and picking feathers out of each other's hair. Tank and Ranger joined us around lunch time happy to just relax and enjoy each other's company.

Towards 4 o'clock I started to panic.

"Shit, is that the time? I've got so much prep to do."

"Babe, dinner isn't til 7, what are you cooking that takes three hours?"

I ignored him and kissed each one of my guys before stating "Kitchen's off limits til dinner. And so's the dining room."

I was almost at the door to my room when Lester called out, "You do know where the kitchen is, don't you?"

I gave him an Italian hand gesture in response. It's important to respect your heritage.

Author's Note: I hope you enjoyed the update. Please review if you want to and I hope this breaks up the awfulness that is your work week, xo.