Megan's Men by Tessie Bradford

our marriage went on. For a while, everything else was okay, though. We had a nice home, and I enjoyed spending time with him platonically. He began openly sleeping with other women, which was extremely humiliating, but deep down I was relieved he wasn’t coming to me. I felt so guilty when I finally realized I didn’t love him and shouldn’t have married him. The sad part is that when we split up, I was most upset about him robbing me blind.”
    “After what happened in your past, and the extraordinary passion you’ve show with us, how can you continue to doubt the truth of our bond?” Rork asked the question, but all three stared at her expectantly.
    “It’s getting harder by the moment,” Megan said with a grin.

 
     
    Chapter Four
     
     
     
    “Now there’s nothing in here I need to worry about, right?” Megan asked, standing at the edge of the small lake and peering into the crystal clear water.
    “Do you truly think we would put you in harm’s way?” Garfor asked from behind her.
    Megan didn’t miss the hurt in his tone. Despite being with them for only four days, she absolutely trusted that her well-being was their top priority and she felt terrible for saying something so thoughtless. She turned around to apologize.
    Her guys had dropped the towels, which were wrapped around their hips for the walk from the house. “You didn’t tell me bathing suits were optional,” she said, running her tongue along her lower lip while checking them out.
    “We can’t figure out why you put on clothes to swim in the privacy of our own property.” Rork walked forward, slid her cover-up off her shoulders and let it drop to the sand. He untied the top of her bikini, removed it, then hooked his fingers in the strings of the bottoms and drew them down her legs. Megan held onto his shoulders and lifted her feet to help.
    “You could have said something before I took the time to replicate the adorable ensemble, which is now lying on the ground.”
    “I like undressing you.” Rork took her hand, and they, along with Garfor and Loban, went into the lake. “There’ll be times when we go swimming with others, and you’ll definitely wear it then.”
    Once the water was to their shoulders, the three men dove underneath the surface. Being a number of inches shorter, Megan was already doing her own version of the crawl stroke.
    They swam beneath, next to, and around her, skimming their bodies along hers and copping a feel at every opportunity. She squealed and splashed and laughed. She wasn’t sure how long they played together, but she noticed the skin of her fingers becoming wrinkly and her limbs getting very tired.
    “I’m heading back to where I can stand,” she announced, slowly swimming toward the shore. They, of course, stayed right with her. “So you guys throw lake parties?”
    “We very much enjoy hosting gatherings,” Loban answered.
    “Speaking of which, it’s customary that the district welcomes us home the day we arrive from a journey.” Garfor floated on his back next to her. “Being that we wanted to be alone with you for a few days, we delayed the gala until this evening.”
    Megan lost her rhythm and her head went under the water. Six hands lifted her above the surface instantly. She coughed and sputtered before being able to speak. “You’re having a gala ? Here, tonight?” As soon as her feet touched bottom, Megan stood and stared at them.
    “They handle the details, Megan, and bring the food and beverages. We accept their offerings and well-wishes then simply enjoy the company of our neighbors, friends and family.” Garfor replied.
    “People will come and go for a few hours beginning around dusk. We haven’t been gone that long, and have of course been in touch, so there shouldn’t be any urgent issues we’ll need to address tonight.” Rork added.
    “You make it sound as if you’re the lords of the land and the townsfolk are coming to pay homage,” she joked.
    They didn’t