The loud thumping coming through the walls had been going on for an hour. It was nearly time to put my plan into action.

I applied aloe to my burned shoulders, then eased my body into a tight mini-dress. Because of the thin straps at my shoulders, I’d decided to forego wearing a bra. The dress had a built-in shelf-bra, but it provided little support. Not that I needed it. My breasts were heavy, but the snugness of the bodice held them up. Beneath the skirt, I wore a tiny pair of white lace bikini panties. On my feet were a pair of strappy gold sandals. Turning in front of the mirror, I couldn’t believe that was me looking back. Slim and confident. Cute. I made a mental note to call my hair stylist to be sure to schedule touchups. The color suited the new me. The green contacts lent my face a catlike expression.

Swimming with Harry, him by my side the entire time, had been an erotic experience all by itself. He’d made sure to steady me every time a larger wave rolled in, his hands on my hips. That our bodies tended to glide together had added a thrilling element. Especially since I was all too aware his erection hadn’t waned.

Afterward, he’d tied a towel around his hips then walked me back inside the hotel and to my room door, tapping my nose before he left and repeating the invitation his frat brother had issued. “See you in a little while,” he’d said.

I’d smiled, not answering, and closed the door. As soon as his footsteps had faded away, I’d run to my bed, squealing and laughing, hugging a cool pillow to my overheated skin.

Carrying my keys and cell phone, I let myself out of my room and strode toward his door. I stood outside it, my ear cocked toward the sounds inside. The music was loud all right, but I didn’t hear many voices. Only male ones. I hoped I wasn’t too early.

As I raised my hand to knock, the door flew open. Mal grinned down at me, a tendril of his curly black hair hanging over his forehead, his brown eyes sparkling. He reached out and dragged me over the threshold. “You must be Muriel.”

“Y-yes,” I said, wondering if he memorized the names of every girl they’d invited. But then I looked around and discovered I was the only girl. My brother and his three teammates were the only people there. What is going on? “Thought this was a party.”

Harry stood and walked toward me. His gaze swept over my frame then settled on my face. “Mind a party of five?” he asked, his voice smooth.

“Just us?” I gulped and glanced at the other guys. They were all eyeing me, their interest blatant in the way they ogled my short dress and toned legs.

“I’ll get you a beer.” He held out a hand toward the guys seated on the suite’s sofa and arm chairs. Sam handed him a beer from the cooler beside his feet.

“Thought you might feel more comfortable if you opened it yourself,” he said. “Nothing funny going on. Promise.”

I’d heard enough lectures on campus about date-rape drugs to understand what he was telling me. No funny stuff. I wouldn’t wake up nude and drooling and not knowing what had happened to me. But what was their plan? Because I knew they had one. They were too quiet. Too assessing. I popped open the can and took a long gulp. “Names?”

Harry jerked his chin toward Sam. “You’ve already met Sam. The big guy’s Karo. That’s Mal,” he said, with another nod.

“Sam, Karo, Mal…Harry. Got it.”

Karo leaned forward, his large body looking ridiculous in the narrow arm chair. “Harry says you’re a Razorback?”

He said it with a half-smile that didn’t make it to his narrowed gaze.

“Yes. Junior year.”

“Your degree?”

“Botany,” I lied. It was near enough to biology, and I’d taken enough classes in the area that I wouldn’t stumble if they asked me questions about my chosen field.

“Um…” I crossed my arms in front of me, and then realized I’d just pushed my boobs higher—boobs with tightened tips. Something they couldn’t miss because as I stood there, the center of their attention, I was growing aroused.

How could I not? Four handsome, well-built guys—all football players with hard bodies. All staring me up and down like I was a present ready to unwrap. “What’s going on here?” I asked, my voice smaller than before, reedier.

Harry cleared his throat. “Nothing. If that’s what you want.”

“And if it’s not what I want?” I asked, my tone rising with my nervousness.

“That’s up to you.” Harry said. “Seems like you were friendly with Sam. Then with me. And since we didn’t want to have to wrestle over who had first dibs—“

“I met her first” Sam said, a blond brow arching.

“Since we were both interested, we thought, maybe, to be fair, you should meet us all first.”

“All?” So, my IQ was diminished by the amount of testosterone filling up the room. Could I be blamed?

“We thought, maybe, you’d consider…all of us.” When my eyebrows shot up, he raised his hands. “Don’t trip. If that’s not something you want, no worries. We’d still like you to stay, but if…that sounds like something you might like to try…”

The men shared glances then homed their gazes back on me. I almost took a step back at the narrow-eyed intent they all displayed. Every one of them was tense with excitement. I could see it in the rippling of arms, the way toes dug into the carpet, the way they remained so quiet—because these guys never were.

I’d thought it would take the week to seduce one. I could have all four? I shook my head. “That’s crazy.”

“Think about it,” Harry said. “We’ll make this a phone-free zone.” He pulled his cell from the back pocket of his shorts and held it up. “You can gather them,” he said, tossing it onto a side table. “Like I said. No funny stuff. And we’d make this good for you. Anything you want. We’d cool it on the beer. Stick to soda. Whatever you need to know we’re in this for the experience. And we’d never come looking for you. No pics on social media, no talking about this outside of this group.”

My jaw sagged a moment before I clamped it closed. “You thought this all up on your own. After you met me.”

Their gazes shifted away, and I knew. “You planned this. You’d find some girl willing to be the center of a gang bang to be your Spring Break highlight?” Fury heated my cheeks. The fuckers!

Harry frowned. “It’s not like we were looking to prey on someone who wouldn’t know the score. That’s why we’re having this meeting.”

“Meeting? You invited me to a goddamn party!”

Harry’s eyes locked on mine for a long moment.

I held my breath. Had I given myself away? Was he going to call me out and tell his friends who I was?

He strode closer, and I held my breath. He reached out and gripped my hips, pulling me toward his body. His cock pressed against my belly—a hard long ridge, one I’d seen at work. “What’s it going to be, Muriel? A beer, nice to know you, bye? Or will you have us?”

Moisture spilled into the crotch of my panties. I could have him. I could have them all. The ugly sister. The girl they thought only good enough to do their laundry or their homework. I could be the thing they’d fantasized over for weeks. And I was dying to know what exactly they’d dreamed of doing.

Who was I kidding? My decision had been made the minute I’d decided to follow them to Cabo. “Empty the ice bucket. I want all the phones inside it.”