It was late afternoon when we finally spotted the cottage we'd been supposed to find the day before. Smoke puffed cheerfully from the chimney, the smell of meat stew wafting towards us.

"I hope he's up to sharing," Archer said with a groan.

My stomach growled. We had more than enough dried food, but the smell of fresh stew was tantalizing. My mouth watered.

We approached the little abode nestled in the trees, and dropped our backpacks on the porch. Damien rapped on the door, and we awaited our guide.

The door creaked open and my entire body froze at the sight of a dark haired man with ocean blue eyes.

"Holy shit," Lyla whispered.

Holy shit indeed, I thought, eyeing the chiseled chest peeking out of his half unbuttoned plaid shirt.

"You made it," he smiled, a friendly twinkle in his eyes. "Got caught up in the storm, eh?" The Irish lilt to his voice made me weak in the knees, and I would have bet Lyla was faring no better.

"Yeah, we hung out in a cave until it blew over," Damien replied. "Thanks for waiting for us."

"No trouble, I live here." The guide waved his hand at his abode. "I'd have come out looking for you if you hadn't made it by morning. You hungry?"

"Most definitely," Archer grinned, and the blue eyed beauty motioned them inside. Lyla grabbed my hand and trotted us after the boys, a spring in her step.

The cottage was cozy but spacious inside, tidy and inviting. The guide grasped a pair of thick gloves and easily grabbed the impressively heavy looking cauldron from the fireplace. He set it on the large wooden table in the center of the main living space. I sat in one of the six chairs, eyes never leaving our gorgeous guide as he puttered around the kitchen, grabbing bowls and spoons.

"Thanks," Damien said as he took the stack of dishes, setting one for himself and passing the rest on. "I'm Damien, by the way. This is Lyla, Archer, and Sapphire."

Warmth crept up my cheeks his deep eyes fell on me, and I busied myself with my bowl. The stew was delicious. It tasted wild—I assumed venison. It was loaded with root vegetables and I wondered if he kept a garden.

"My name is Marius," the guide said, and a thrill danced up my spine. When I raised my gaze to his, my dream came crashing over me like a tidal wave and I had to grip the side of the table.

Jesus, he looked exactly like him. Or was I projecting this guy's face into a faceless body in a sexy dream? Had my subconscious guy had a name? I couldn't remember, but Marius seemed to fit.

"Saph, chill," Lyla murmured, noting my staring.

I was certain my blushing had deepened considerably due to the overheating of my neck and face. Thankfully, Archer and Marius were locked in conversation about the storm, and neither seemed to notice my plight.

It was as if my gaze was drawn to him like a magnet. The soft line of his jaw, covered in a fine stubble that I imagined to be soft and rough at the same time. Lips that I could imagine dancing along my flesh... I shifted uncomfortably in my seat and squeezed my thighs together, desperate for touch.

"Do you have a bathroom?" I spoke up, cursing the crack in my voice.

Marius turned his ridiculously blue orbs on me, a hint of a smirk playing his mouth. "Outhouse is in behind," he said, and I stood, thanking him quickly before vacating my seat.

I strode along the perimeter of the cottage, finding a wooden hut next to a massive garden. I knelt down next to the lush greenery and ran a hand over a plump bell pepper. This guy definitely knew his gardening. I realized I did actually have to pee, and stood, heading into the hut.

It was rather spacious for an outhouse, and the toilet looked pretty space age, as I'd been expecting a hole in a piece of wood. While I washed my hands in the tiny sink after finishing my business, I splashed some water on my face.

Marius. His name resonated in my head, and I shivered. What was it about this guy? I mean he was gorgeous, to be sure, but to get so hot and bothered so quickly had me uneasy. It's not like I lacked sexual attention.

Our little quartet had always had an understanding to make sure that sex or relationships never tore our friendship apart. The idea came to us the first time we'd ever tried Molly, and surprisingly stuck afterwards.

Eight years ago...

"Ohmygod I'm so warmmmm..." Lyla purred, stretching out her body with catlike grace on the shag rug in Archer's basement.

I, too, was starting to feel the effects of the little purple pill I'd taken a half hour before. Damien had secured them for us, and being the adventurous little seventeen year olds we were, had decided to all try it together.

"Water!" Archer produced a few water bottles from under the couch and rolled one over to the moaning girl on the floor.

"Thank you, doll, you're so beautiful," she whimpered as she unscrewed the cap.

"So are you, god," he replied, running his hands through his hair. "And you, Saph, fuck, Damien, how do we have two hot as fuck girls hanging out with us all the time?"

"Because were also hot as fuck?" Damien had a lopsided grin plastered across his face and I reached up to stroke his cheek. It felt like silk, and the contact made me almost instantly wet. I'd heard that ecstasy made people horny, but wow. Just wow.

"It's so frustrating." Lyla covered her face with her hands, echoing my thoughts.

"What's frustrating?" Damien leaned into my hand, and slid down off the couch to sit next to me on the floor. I slipped my hand up his cheek into his hair, and he closed his eyes, seeming to enjoy my petting.

"That we're all young and attractive and should be exploring it but I love you guys and I don't want to fuck anything up with my vagina." Lyla rambled, and I wanted to laugh but her words resonated with me. I couldn't deny that I had a crush on both Archer and Damien, but had never acted on it because I didn't want to screw up my friendship with them, or with Lyla.

Damien and Archer shared a pointed look.

"What was that all about?" I asked, giving Damien's short hair a gentle tug.

"What if we agreed it wouldn't fuck anything up?" Archer scooted over to Lyla, pulling her hands from her face. He rubbed his thumbs over her knuckles and she slowly sat up.

"How would it not?" She asked, and Damien tugged me along with him as he moved onto the rug. We sat in a circle, at least two limbs in contact with two people. Archer let go of one of Lyla's hands to put his on my knee, and Damien took her free hand in his.

"Could you ever choose between us?" Archer motioned between he and the other boy, and she shook her head immediately. He looked to me.

"Jesus, no," I breathed. "It would break my heart to do that." I couldn't imagine having to choose, they both had differing qualities but they were equally important to me.

"Neither can we," Damien said, and it dawned on me that the boys had already talked about this. "We fought it out once, loser had to pick, because we didn't want to. I won, and Arch still wouldn't pick."

"How the hell could I?" The dark haired boy groaned. "We thought maybe we just get girlfriends... but we couldn't think of any chicks we knew that we wanted to hang out with instead of you guys."

I blinked. "That's really sweet," I said quietly with a smile. Especially that they had gone so far in depth talking about it that they decided to fight it out. Lyla and I had tittered before about the sexiness of our boys, but never had gotten to trying to divvy them between us. This seemed backwards, the guys being the ones obsessing over dating etiquette.

"So, what are you saying?" Lyla looked between the boys. "We all date each other?" This caused us all to burst into a fit of giggles so intense my gut grew sore. When we finally calmed down I chugged some water and handed the bottle to her as she wiped tears from her eyes.

"Sort of?" Damien reached out and took my hand, so we were sitting in a weird kumbaya circle. "Like, we just do what we're doing and then also fuck around but nobody gets butthurt?"

"No butt stuff," Archer laughed, covering his ass with his hands as Damien kicked him from across the circle.

"Okay," Lyla looked at me, eyes curious. "I think this could work. I mean, we trust each other, we're not gonna hurt each other."

"As long as we promise that if anyone does feel butthurt, they speak up," I added firmly. "With no judgment."

"Agreed," Damien replied, letting go of me to put his hand in the center of the circle. The three of us quickly joined him, and when all our hands connected, it felt like magic was binding us together. But that was probably the drugs.

Lyla clapped her hands. "So do we get to make out now?"

* * *

As I strolled back from the outhouse, mind replaying the night that our friendship had really solidified, I realized that the reason I'd thought of it was the memory of how the drug had made me feel.

I'd been so impossibly horny, and even after having my first set of multiple orgasms, I hadn't been sated until we all passed out in the late morning. I was glad Archer's mom had been away, because she probably would have flipped her shit had she come downstairs to see a pile of half naked teenagers on her rug smelling like sex and sweat.

When I looked at Marius, I felt that same insatiable hunger and need that the ecstasy had given me. The warmth, the hypersensitivity, the overwhelming confidence of my own prowess. I took a deep breath before walking into the cottage.

"There you are, we were starting to think you fell in!" Damien patted my shoulder as I returned to my seat.

"I got distracted by the garden," I said, not entirely lying. "It's gigantic."

"Did you grow all of this yourself?" Archer motioned to his stew, impressed.

"I've got a bit of a green thumb," Marius replied with a small smile. Archer launched into a series of questions, being the Environmental Science Major that he was, and Damien turned to me.

"We figured we'd head out in an hour or so, if that's okay," he said, and I nodded. "Our first camp spot is close enough that we'll make it by nightfall."

"We'll need that hour for Archer to finish jerking off in the garden." Lyla laughed as Marius led the man in question outside to see his work. As soon as the door closed, I knew what was coming. "God he's fucking hot," Lyla groaned.

"It's the accent, isn't it?" Damien pouted. "Arch and I will forever be damned by our boring Canadian drawl, eh?"

"I don't know what it is, but the accent is definitely sexy," I agreed, and Lyla sighed contentedly.

"I think you girls have competition anyway." Damien pointed outside. "The path to Archer's heart is plants, so I bet we'll be planning a wedding soon."

"That's a nice mental picture," Lyla admitted, for eyes dreamy. I imagined our dark haired boy lip locked with the sexy woodsman and couldn't help but agree.

"Ugh, you girls are so weird with your homo obsession," Damien chastised.

"Oh and you guys aren't?" I raised an eyebrow. "How many drunken nights have you begged Lyla and I to fuck each other in front of you guys?"

"And you always say 'you first', which is totally unfair." Damien made his voice high pitched, and I swatted him.

"It's totally fair," Lyla amended, "because we follow through with our end of the deal, and you don't, so you can't be trusted."

"We totally followed through!" He protested.

"Yeah, like a week and a bottle of tequila later," I reminded. "And it was like the tiniest kiss. Mine and Lyla's was way better." I fistbumped her and we giggled.

Damien pouted again. "In any case, if you girls are going to bang our mountain guide, make sure he's in enough of one piece to get us home again."