When the island comes into view, time slows.

It rises from the horizon like a dream—lush, private, untouched. The Pacific shimmers endlessly, kissed by gold sunlight and rimmed by swaying palms. Hauata Cay. Tucked away in French Polynesia like a secret the world forgot.

The boat rocks gently beneath us. Champagne glasses clink behind me, as laughter carries on the breeze. Eden and Ivy are halfway through their second bottle, lounging like goddesses in designer cover-ups—Eden in cream, Ivy in coffee. Though technically sorority sisters, they're often mistaken for actual sisters; their resemblance is uncanny—both stunners, both giving Megan Fox. They toast with a grin, moving in perfect sync: Eden's blonde waves catch the light, while Ivy's loose, dark ringlets whip and flutter in the sea-swept gale.

"Viv!" Quinn calls, sunglasses sliding to the tip of her nose. "Come take this shot with me!"

I nod, still floating in the moment, too perfect for shots. But I go anyway.

Travis has his arm around her waist, talking with Adonis and Volkov, aka Wolf, near the helm. Three kings, each dangerous in their own way. I smile watching them, but my eyes always find Adonis.

His skin drinks in the sun, turning a stunning dark golden-brown during the short 45-minute boat ride here. His family owns Hauata Cay, passed down through his mother's side, kept off maps, off-grid, and entirely theirs. You have to know someone to find it—and I happen to know and love every sexy inch of him.

He reaches out a hand, grinning ear to ear. "Come here."

I cross the deck slowly, letting the wind tease my dress, and he eyes me like I'm the only thing worth watching.

"You ready for this?" he asks, pulling me close and handing me a shot.

I don't answer—I smile, giddy and breathless, mouthing yeah.

He kisses my forehead—slow and soft—before we raise our glasses to the sky.

The boat eases toward the private dock. The island sprawls before us: overwater bungalows, a pool carved into volcanic rock, hammocks strung between trees. We'll have it all to ourselves for the next seven days.

The trip is for Wolf's 25th birthday, and the historic NFL deal Adonis just closed for him. A celebration. A memory that might last forever... or blur into spilled champagne, sun-drunk skin, and sexy escapades.

Quinn leans into me as we disembark, her braids catching the breeze. "What happens on this island..."

"Stays on this island," I finish, grinning.

We have no idea what we're stepping into. But we'll soon find out.

The guys help the boat crew with the luggage while Quinn gathers the girls for a quick group photo. I snap a few pics of myself and the view, and drop them in the family group chat. My parents are in Ethiopia visiting family, and my brother is in Spain. This is the best way to stay connected.

By the time I'm done, Ari'i—the island concierge—has pulled up in a trolley, smiling as he loads the bags. We pile in one by one, as laughter bounces through the palms. Each couple is dropped off at a guest bungalow. Adonis and I are the last to be delivered to the main house.

The afternoon melts into a lazy haze. Some of us nap, others wander the grounds. I lounge in the Primary Suite, sprawled across the plush California king, warm and weightless, letting my mind drift to all the possibilities waiting for us this week.

At 8:00, we convene for our first meal on the island, and dinner feels like the calm before the storm.

We sit on the terrace, eating by candlelight as the ocean murmurs beyond the trees. The food is decadent—grilled lobster, coconut rice, spiced fruit, and champagne that never stops flowing.

 Conversation starts light and playful, but there's a low hum beneath it, a pulse threading through every smile and stolen glance.

Quinn dreams aloud about midnight swims. Ivy jokes about skinny-dipping. Eden teases that she wants to "make memories we'll never be able to talk about in public."

"Let's be real," Wolf leans back in his chair, swirling the last of his whiskey, his grin slow and unapologetic. "We've got seven days to fuck, play, and cross every line we pretend doesn't exist back home." 

He lifts his glass, addressing the group. 

"Here's to sins we'll never confess—and nights we'll never forget." He shoots me a wink, then downs the rest of his drink in one swallow.

Glasses clink and the table ripples with low laughter—some amused, some knowing—but no one disagrees.

The energy feels different now. Galvanizing and restive. 

After dinner, we drift outside barefoot, the night wrapping around us like silk. We sink into hanging daybeds that sway gently in the warm breeze, half a dozen candles flickering between us, throwing shifting shadows across luminously sun-kissed skin.

We're all a little tipsy from the alcohol, the playful energy between us sparking like static.

So when Eden suggests Never Have I Ever, no one even hesitates.

It starts harmlessly. A few sip their drinks, as confessions spill out with laughter. But when I glance across the circle and catch Adonis and Wolf whispering, both subtly eyeing Eden and Ivy, I know the energy is shifting.

Wolf raises his glass with a grin that spells trouble.

"Never have I ever had a threesome with my best friend and her boyfriend."

Eden's mouth drops open. She slaps his arm.

"Oh my God, Wolf. You promised."

He shrugs, eyes twinkling. "What?! We're all friends here."

Ivy, clearly blitzed, giggles and wraps an arm around Eden's shoulders. "Girl, I love you. I'd do anything for you—including a threesome to keep you a kept woman." She takes a sip of her drink and smirks.

The group laughs, but something crackles underneath—charged, magnetic, lingering with expectancy.

Ivy leans in and brushes a kiss against Eden's cheek. "Aww, you're so cute when you blush," she coos.

Eden gives a coy smile as she lifts her chin, her gaze sweeping the amused group.

"Okay, Game on! Never have I ever..." she begins, locking eyes with Wolf, "...kissed someone in this group who isn't my fiancé."

A beat of silence.

Then, like dominoes, Travis drinks. Then Wolf. Adonis pauses... then slowly lifts his glass..."

I glance around. I'm the only one with a full glass. "Hold up, y'all out here locking lips like it's a sport—and no one passed me the ball?"

Quinn grins. "We've been slacking," she concedes, "I guess it's only fair you get to kiss anyone you want. So... who's it gonna be?"

My heart jumps. All eyes turn to me.

I look at Adonis. He doesn't flinch—he smiles like he's daring me.

"Go on," he says, voice low. "Anyone you want."

I scan the circle, pulse racing, then shrug with a grin.

"Well... okay...... if you insist. Ivy, you up for it?" I bid, biting my lip.

Ivy's smile spreads slowly as she sets her drink down.

I cross the circle and kneel in front of her. Our lips meet softly, but deepen quickly. I climb onto the daybed, straddling her without breaking the kiss, like we're starving for something we didn't know we needed.

Her hands slip into my soft, dark coils, nails grazing my scalp and lighting goosebumps across my skin. Our tongues lick and lap at the lingering taste of champagne and cocktails, each kiss slower and more indulgent than the last.

The moment stretches long, slow, heated, and completely unhurried.

But no one interrupts.

When we finally pull apart, breathless and flushed, everyone erupts in whistles and gasps.

"That....was....HOT!" Quinn says, fanning herself.

Ivy leans in with a smirk. "Mmm... sweet as I imagined. Now I'm curious what the rest of you tastes like."

I sway as I rise, my steps unsteady as I collapse next to Adonis on the daybed. I glance at him—no jealousy. Just heat. Permission. Maybe even... encouragement.

Before I can catch my breath, Quinn bounces to her feet. 

"This just got spicy!" she squeals, spinning to face Travis.

"Your turn, babe," he goads, grinning.

Quinn feigns surprise, pointing to herself as if scandalized. 

"Me?" she mouths, then tosses her box braids over her shoulder. She turns to the group, her voice dipping into a sultry purr.

"Never have I ever," she says, locking eyes with Travis, "had sex in front of my friends."

A hush settles over the group—no one speaks, but glances flicker around the circle, and guilty smirks slowly bloom across more than a few faces.

Then Wolf raises his glass, taking a slow, unbothered sip. Ivy follows, licking her lips with a sultry hiss. And Adonis—cool as ever—shrugs and drinks, his gaze still locked on me.

My pulse jumps.

Eden stands, hips swaying as she saunters over to Wolf. She climbs into his lap, fingers dragging down his chest.

"What do you say we give them a show?" she murmurs before kissing him deep, raw, and messy.

We watch Wolf peel Eden's cover-up away, baring her golden skin. He tugs off her bikini top in one fluid motion, running his thumb over her hardening nipple before drawing it into his mouth.

As he suckles and fondles her breasts, Eden reaches for Ivy, pulling her into a wet, desperate kiss. Their fingers tangle in a mess of hair and fabric, Ivy stripping away her swimsuit as their bodies press together, feverish and hungry.

Wolf stands, lifting Eden with ease before tossing her onto the daybed. Ivy descends, latching onto Eden's nipples between kisses as they explore each other's warm, ivory skin.

Meanwhile, Wolf strips naked, his cock is thick and heavy—nearly hitting the middle of his thighs. A Ukrainian God, standing 6'5" and 240 pounds of muscle, with a manhood just as devastating.

Quinn gasps beside me, instinctively grabbing my arm.  She goes bug-eyed, and her jaw drops, taking in his chiseled, masculine form. 

Eden and Ivy look up at him, their lips curling into matching smiles that were equal parts devious and eager. Without a word, they slipped off the daybed and sank to their knees in front of him, their movements deliberate, like they'd done this many times before. Ivy's hand rose first, her fingers wrapping around Wolf's shaft, guiding the head between Eden's waiting lips. 

"Oh...shit," Wolf growled, his voice low and gravelly. His hands moved to the backs of their heads, tangling in Eden's blonde waves and Ivy's dark strands, forcing himself deeper into Eden's mouth. She gagged, her eyes watering, but she didn't pull back. Instead, she took him in, inch by inch, her lips stretched tight around his girth. The sound she made—a muffled moan mixed with a choke- and it sent a shiver down my spine.

Ivy tilted her head, eyes locked on Wolf, worshiping him as her fingers massaged and tugged at his balls with a skill that had his jaw clenching. He reached for her, his massive hand wrapping around her throat, and she gasped, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment before she met his gaze again.

"You like that?" he rasped, his grip tightening just enough to make her whimper. She nodded, her free hand sliding up Eden's back, pulling her closer as they worked together to please him.

Quinn and I sit watching, in shock and curiosity as the scene unfolds before us.

Travis looks at the lust in Quinn's eyes, and it's all he needs. His hands are on her—his mouth not far behind. They undress each other with a hunger that feels like they might tear right through each other's skin.

His gaze lingers as his hands slide across her curves, her skin gleaming like burnished bronze. Their contrast is striking—hers golden-deep and glowing, his dark and smoldering like crushed velvet.

When they collide, it isn't gentle—it's desperate. Skin on skin, breath and sweat, moans tangled in the humid night air. Moving like two people trying to crawl inside each other, reckless and raw.

I couldn't look away. My pulse raced, my body heating as I watched them. Adonis turned to me, lacing his fingers through mine.

"You okay?" he murmurs, his breath warm.

I nod, my chest tightening, overwhelmed but electric. "I think so."

He smiles—slow, knowing. "Do you want to leave or..." But before he finishes, my mouth is on his.

We kiss—slow at first, grounding—then deeper, hungrier. "Mmm... oh God," I whisper against his lips, as his hands descend to my hips, slipping beneath my dress, coaxing my thighs apart.

His fingers find my pussy, slick and pulsing. His fingers glide and brush against each slippery fold while his mouth trails kisses across my neck and collarbone. I moan, my hips rocking against his hand, chasing every touch, every stroke.

Then, behind me—another touch.

Soft lips graze my shoulder.

I glance back.

Ivy.

Naked, glowing, her eyes burning into mine.

"You're gorgeous," she whispers, stealing the last of my breath.

We tangle—me, Adonis, Ivy—bodies moving in an instinctual, primal rhythm. Adonis's fingers curl deep inside me, his thumb drawing slow, relentless circles over my clit. As Ivy fastens her mouth to my breast, my areola disappearing between her lips, as if she's trying to siphon my breath, my sanity, and my soul. 

"Fuck," I rasp, my voice shaky. My legs tremble as pleasure coils tight in my core. Around us:  Heat blooms everywhere amongst the group, sensuous and consuming.

I don't remember being undressed—only the feeling of being unwrapped. Every layer stripped away until only heat, hunger, and bare skin remain. I never imagined I'd be here—surrounded, worshipped, aching in every place that matters.

Ivy slips behind me, gathering my shoulders and back into her lap, cradling me gently. Her touch is featherlight, as she whispers praises against my skin. Her hands slide from my throat to the soft swell of my breasts, tracing my prickling nipples with slow, tender spirals.

I look up, and she leans down smiling, kissing me again—this time from above, at an angle that turns my world upside down.

Adonis aligns himself at my entrance, gripping his hands firmly on my thighs as he sinks deep inside me. I arch into him, moaning into Ivy's mouth. Her hands inch lower, trailing fire across my skin, her fingers finding my clit, stroking in time with Adonis's deep, relentless thrusts—coaxing me higher and higher.

I feel the spasms of a climax begin to stitch together in my womb—but I'm not ready. Not yet.

Not when there's still so much left to taste. To feel. To experience.

I lock eyes with Adonis, threading my fingers into his hair to slow his rhythm. Then I meet Ivy's half-lidded, lecherous gaze—and they both understand without a word. 

This night isn't meant to be rushed. It's meant to be savored and explored.

I shift sideways, gently guiding Adonis and Ivy toward each other. As their mouths collide, hungry and impatient, I slip from between them and watch. They sink into the plush bedding, limbs tangling. Ivy's nails drag across Adonis's back as she spreads her legs, welcoming him. He teases her first, sliding his thick length along her slick folds before plunging deep inside.".

I crawl over to Quinn, who's now on all fours, her moans filling the heavy, electric air as Travis drills into her deep and merciless.

She looks up at me, wild and wanting. When I trail my fingertips down her spine, she shivers and pushes back harder into him.

Travis catches my eye with a fiery grin. He shifts his position, lying back, pulling Quinn with him until her back reclines against his chest. He adjusts, situating himself perfectly at her ass, entering her with firm pressure, until she sinks onto him.

Quinn gasps, arching beautifully, her body trembling with the delicious stretch.

I slide my hands along her thighs, spreading them wider, her lips parted in a way that made my mouth water, I run my fingers along the deep recesses of her walls, then lower my mouth to her dripping pussy.

She was sweet—a mix of salt, honey, and something uniquely Quinn. I couldn't get enough.

I licked a slow, deliberate line up her slit, savoring the way her hips jerked in response.

"Yes, just like that. Oh God, Viv, just like that." Her voice is raw with pleasure, her moans sending shivers down my spine.

I buried my face deeper, my tongue exploring every inch of her. I tease her clit, swirling it in tight circles before sucking gently, feeling her tremble beneath me. My fingers joined in, sliding easily inside her, searching for that spot that would make her scream. When I find it, she gasps, her hands tangling in my hair as she arches her back.

"Oh shit....Oh, fuck!" Quinn's response was a strangled cry, her eyes rolling upward till I could only see the whites.

Travis drives further into her, deep and forceful, while my tongue coils and curls around her clit, coaxing her closer with every flick and suck.

Through the corner of my eye, I glimpse Eden, flushed and breathless, sliding between Adonis and Ivy, hands roaming, mouths everywhere. The sight makes my core clench.

I set my attention back to Quinn, flattening my tongue against her, lapping at her succulent arousal.

Then I feel a warm, solid body pressing against my back.

A hand glides over my ass, rough and reverent, followed by a low, growling voice thick with lust.

"Viv..."

It's Wolf.

He leans in close,  whispering in my ear. "I've been dreaming about fucking you."

His hands roam my hips—firm, careful—giving me a chance to say no.

I don't.

Instead, I press back into him in silent permission.

Wolf leans down, his breath hot against my ear.

"Can I get inside you, Viv?" he murmurs. "You can keep doing what you're doing, babygirl... just let me in."

A flicker of disbelief pulses through me—how easily we've surrendered to this beautiful madness. But I don't want to stop. I want to feel what it means to come undone.

His voice cuts through the haze—low, rough, almost pleading—and it sends a wild jolt through me.

I press my hips back into him, my answer clear.

Wolf groans low, gripping my waist as he works to ease his way in. I feel blunt pressure at my entrance. He pushes in slowly, stretching me inch by inch, until my body arches with a gasp I can't control.

It's almost too much—but the way he fills me, the way I clench around him, lights me up from the inside out, sending a shockwave through my body.

I steady myself, barely missing a beat on Quinn. My hand moves instinctively, slipping a second finger inside her as my tongue continues its rhythm, coaxing her closer with deep, slow strokes and just enough pressure to push her toward the edge.

Wolf's pace quickens, his hands tighten on my hips as he drives into me with brutal force. 

"MMM....uuughhhh...OH...Shiiii...Wolf!" I wheeze and moan into Quinn's soaked flesh, mouth and pussy full at once, my senses shatter and spin.

Wolf mutters a low curse behind me, his voice thick with pleasure as he drives deeper with each punishing thrust.

"FUCK...your pussy feels so good... better than I ever fucking imagined." His words pour over me like gasoline, igniting every nerve ending.

In front of me, Quinn writhes against my mouth, her moans sharp and broken, her body trembling violently. I can feel her orgasm building fast. Her whole body tensed like a live wire ready to snap.

Caught between them, I'm overwhelmed — filled, tasting, devoured, and devouring — my body stretched and split wide open between Wolf's relentless thrusts and Quinn's desperate cries.

Then it happens.

Quinn cries out, a high, broken sound. She cums hard, streams of warm liquid jet out of her, soaking my face and fingers.  But I don't let up. I ride her through it till her hands are weakly pushing at my head. Her chest—heaving as she tries to catch her breath

"Goddamn, Viv!" Wolf growls, his rhythm faltering.

I smirk, wiping my face with the back of my hand. I barely have time to savor it before Wolf clutches my hips and waist with an iron grip, snapping harder and deeper, as if her orgasm sets him off like a fuse.

"I'm not done with you yet," his voice rough with need. 

He started to move, his charge deep and steady, hitting a spot that makes my vision blurry. I can feel the tension building in my body, every thrust sending waves of pleasure through me.

I can feel the rhythm of his release building—each pulse syncing perfectly with my own. His breath grows ragged, primal grunts breaking free as he growls through gritted teeth, "Fuck... you're so tight—I'm not gonna last much longer." 

"Then don't," I pant, my body trembling as I teeter on the edge. "Come with me, Wolf. Please."

A guttural roar tears from his lungs, his release setting off my own like a match to dry kindling. I cum with a cry, my body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure crash over me. Wolf followed, his thrusts stalling as he spilled inside me, his growl of release echoing in my ear.

I collapse on the bed, Wolf's engorged mass still pulsing inside of me. We stayed like this for a moment. Our bodies pressed together,  breathing raggedly. Then Wolf pulls out, collapsing beside me with a satisfied groan.

As a group, we lay on the daybeds, a tangle of limbs, bodies buzzing, breath mingling in the tropical night air.

Quinn breaks the silence with a breathy giggle. She pulls Travis into her arms, and he's grinning like a man who just won the Super Bowl. 

Ivy and Eden clasp their hands over their faces, chuckling in delight. 

Even Adonis lets out a deep, rumbling laugh as he reflects on the beautiful chaos that's unfolded.

I lift my head just enough to catch his gaze.

We share a silent, breathless smile—my body still pulsing with the aftershocks.

He licks his lips slowly, letting them curl into a devilish grin, promising the night is far from over.

And maybe it never will be.

Because what happened on this island isn't staying here.

It's etched into our skin, woven into our breath—it will live inside us... forever.

Because we came here as friends.

But we're leaving as something else entirely.