Chapter 18 Carina
Carina
"Absolutely not," I shoot it down when William slides the printed reservation across the breakfast table. "This is too much. Way too much!"
"What's too much?" Knox peers over my shoulder, then whistles low. "Holy shit, Will. You booked out the entire spa?"
"It's the only way to ensure privacy," William says, sipping his coffee like he hasn't just shown me a receipt with an astronomical total. "The Dolder Grand has excellent facilities."
"William, this is—" I scan the list of treatments, my eyes widening. "A seven-hour spa package? For all of us?"
"You've been working hard," Travis interjects smoothly. "Consider it a bonus."
"A bonus is a gift card to Target. This is..." I wave the paper helplessly. "This is insane."
"This is happening," William corrects. "The car arrives in an hour."
I look between them—William's determined expression, Knox's excitement, Travis's gentle encouragement. They've clearly discussed this, planned it, conspired to spoil me.
"I don't have anything to wear to a place like that," I try one last thing to get me out of this.
"They provide everything," Travis assures me. "Just bring yourself."
An hour later, I'm pressed between Knox and Travis in the back of a Mercedes, trying not to hyperventilate about what's happening. William sits in front with the driver, occasionally glancing back at us in the mirror.
"You're thinking too much about this," Travis murmurs, taking my hand. "Just enjoy it."
"Easy for you to say. You grew up with this."
"Actually," Travis says, "I didn't. Scholarship kid, remember? First time William took me somewhere like this, I tried to tip the massage therapist with a twenty."
"What's wrong with that?"
"The treatment cost eight hundred dollars," he says dryly. "The twenty was just a tad insufficient."
Even William chuckles at that, the sound warming me instantly. These men, who could have anyone, want to share this with me. It's overwhelming in the best way.
The Dolder Grand is perched above Zurich like a fairy tale castle, all elegance and old-world luxury. The spa entrance is separate, discrete, with staff who greet William by name and don't even blink at our unusual group dynamic.
"Mr. Montclair, everything is prepared as requested," the spa director says in accented English. "The entire wellness floor is yours for the day."
"The entire floor?" I squeak.
"Privacy," William repeats, but he looks a bit full of himself. He's not as unaffected by the extravagance as he pretends.
We're led to a changing area that's more like a luxury hotel suite—all marble and soft lighting, with robes that feel like clouds and slippers that might be cashmere. I change in a daze, trying not to calculate costs in my head.
"Stop that," Knox says, emerging from his changing room. "I can see you doing mental math."
"I can't help it. Do you know how many months of rent this would cost me?"
"That life is behind you now," William corrects, joining us. In a fluffy white robe, he looks younger, less intimidating.
"What are you talking about?" The question slips out before I can stop it.
They exchange glances, then Travis steps forward, cupping my face gently. "Whether this thing between us works out or not, you're never going back to struggling. We'll make sure of it."
"I don't want your money—"
"We know," William says quietly. "That's partly why we want to give it to you."
Before I can process that, we're being led to our first treatment. The couples massage room has been set up for four—a special configuration, our attendant explains without judgment, that they've created just for us.
"Have you done this before?" I whisper to Knox as we lie face-down on the tables. "The group booking thing?"
"Never," he admits. "Will's issues usually prevent him from being face down on a massage table with a stranger’s hands on him. This is... new."
New. Everything about our dynamic is new, but this feels like another shift. William, allowing himself to relax in public. All of us, together, acknowledging what we are to each other even if we can't name it yet.
The massage starts, and coherent thought becomes impossible. Four sets of hands work on us, and the intimacy of experiencing this together, hearing each other's soft sighs of pleasure, creates a different kind of tension.
"Jesus," Knox groans when his therapist works on a particularly tight spot. "That's amazing."
I turn my head to watch him, see the bliss on his face, then catch William watching us both with dark eyes. There's heat there, want, but also something softer. Affection, maybe. Or wonder.
We float through treatments—a salt scrub that leaves my skin feeling reborn, facials that involve products I can't pronounce, a body wrap that smells like heaven. Between each treatment, we're plied with cucumber water, fresh fruit, and tiny perfect desserts that melt on my tongue.
"I could get used to this," I admit, tipsy on the luxuriousness of it all as we lounge in the relaxation room between treatments.
"Good," William says simply. "You should get used to it."
"Will has a point," Travis adds, stretched out like a cat in the sun. "We want to spoil you. Let us."
"Why?" The question escapes before I can stop it. "Why me?"
Knox sits up, looking almost offended. "Are you serious? Carina, you're brilliant. Beautiful. Talented. You make us all better just by existing."
"That's the serotonin talking."
"That's the truth talking," William corrects. "You walked into our lives and changed everything. Made us realize what we were missing."
"What were you missing?"
"Joy," Travis says simply. "Connection. Someone to make us remember we're human, not just bank accounts and business deals."
The honesty in the room is almost too much. I take another sip of water, trying to process their words.
"I'm just me," I say finally. "Divorced, broke me who burns cookies and can't ski."
"You're perfect," William says quietly, and the certainty in his voice makes my eyes burn.
We're saved from talking about anything else when our attendants return for the final treatment—a soak in the private thermal pool. The space is breathtaking, all natural stone and falling water, with a view of the mountains through floor-to-ceiling windows.
"Oh," I breathe, taking it in. "This is..."
"Wait until you feel the water," Knox says, already dropping his robe.
We sink into the warm mineral water with collective groans of pleasure. It's the perfect temperature, with jets positioned exactly right to work out any remaining tension. I float between them, feeling boneless and pampered and completely overwhelmed by the luxury of it all.
"Thank you," I say softly. "For all of this. For making me feel..."
"Treasured?" Travis supplies when I struggle for words.
"Treasured," I agree. "I haven't felt this way in so long."
"Get used to it," William says, pulling me against him. "We're just getting started."
The emotional weight of the day makes me bold. I turn in his arms, straddling his lap underwater, and kiss him deeply. He responds immediately, his hands spanning my waist, holding me steady against him.
"Carina," he breathes against my mouth.
"I want you," I tell him, then look at Knox and Travis. "All of you. Now. Together."
The words hang in the humid air. We've been building to this—through separate encounters, with what we did last night on the couch, through all the careful negotiations of our evolving dynamic. But this would be intentional. All four of us, choosing each other completely.
William captures my lips in a deep, searching kiss that steals my breath. His hands cup my face, thumbs stroking my cheekbones as he presses me against him in the warm water. The contrast between the heat of the pool and his touch sent shivers across my skin.
Before I can fully process the sensation, Knox slides behind me, his chest pressing against my back.
His hands find my breasts underwater, fingers expertly teasing my nipples and they immediately harden beneath his touch.
His lips trace a path along my neck, landing on that sensitive spot where my shoulder meets my throat.
"You're so beautiful like this," Knox murmurs against my skin, his breath hot against my ear.
I’m suspended between them, held in place by their bodies, completely surrounded. When I manage to open my eyes, I find Travis close by and watching us, one hand wrapped around his cock beneath the water, stroking slowly as his gaze locks with mine.
"Is this what you want?" William asks, pulling back just enough to study my face. The vulnerability in his eyes nearly undoes me.
"Yes," I whisper, arching back against Knox as his fingers continue their torturous circles on my nipples. "All of you. Please."
Travis moves then, coming closer. The steam rising from the surface creates an otherworldly atmosphere, like we were floating in some dream space where only the four of us exist.
"Here?" William asks, his voice rough with want. “How does it feel when I touch you right here?” He’s moved his hand between my legs and is putting pressure on my clit—not touching it directly yet, just applying the perfect amount of pressure.
“You know I fucking love that,” I say, my voice husky. “It drives me crazy.”
“What else drives you crazy, Carina?”
“When you fuck me hard and deep.”
William makes a noise deep in his throat. “Is that what you want me to do? Fuck that gorgeous pussy of yours?”
“Yes, and when you’re done, I want Travis and Knox.”
William lifts me slightly, positioning himself beneath me. I feel the head of his cock pressing against my entrance, and then he’s pushing inside me, filling me completely in one slow, deliberate thrust.
"Oh god," I gasp, my head falling back against Knox's shoulder as William pushes himself fully inside me.