by Hamel, B. B.
I’m torn. I’ve been torn. I don’t know how to fix myself, how to make the right decision, but I know I have to make it soon. The summer’s coming to an end, and I can’t make it last any longer than it’s going to. It’s time to make up my mind, or else lose everything.
20
London
Three more weeks pass like that. I don’t mention that Truth or Dare session again, and none of the guys bring up the fact that I’m leaving. I’m guessing James warned them away from it, based on the way I reacted, and a conversation we had the next day.
“Just so you know,” he said to me over lunch at the office, “we aren’t going to pressure you to stay.”
“Thanks,” I replied, a little uncomfortable.
“You know what we have to offer… and that’ll have to speak for itself.”
That’s the last thing he said about that. From then on, things have been nothing but fun.
And when I say fun, I relay mean the height of total freaking decadence. We go to Club Sheets whenever we feel like it, we fuck whenever we feel like it in rotating groups, and we do whatever we want. The guys are so rich that money is never an issue, and because they’re my bosses, work is a breeze. I still have to get stuff done, of course, but if I’m hungover and I don’t come in until ten, nobody says a word. James just shows up with some Advil, and tells me that I need to get through my to-do list by five, or else they’re going to Club Sheets without me.
It’s like a comfortable dream. The sex is incredible, the guys are amazing, and the way they all view life is refreshing. It’s like we don’t live in Leadwood anymore, and slowly the whole town disappears from view, until one day I wake up and I totally forget that I’m not in New York or something like that.
But of course, everything ends. And soon, I have a single week left, and I’m just as torn up and confused as I was three weeks ago.
At least the construction stopped yesterday. It mostly didn’t bother me, since I think it was happening whenever I was out of the apartment, which I found strange. But I’d still catch building noises and the sounds of guys working every once in a while, though subdued and quiet. Today, I haven’t heard a single sound, so maybe it’s over, or maybe they’re just taking a break.
I go to work like always, get through my tasks, and eat lunch with Ryan. He’s in a good mood, better than I expected.
“What are you smiling about?” I ask him.
He shrugs a little. “Just happy. Is that so bad?”
Henry comes into the break room just as he’s saying this. “It’s awful,” he says, pulling up a seat at our table.
I laugh at the guys. “It’s not bad, just…” I trail off, not finishing that sentence. I’m leaving in a week, and I guess I don’t want them to be happy, which is selfish.
They seem to get the hint, though. “Ah, she means that thing we’ve been forbidden from talking about,” Ryan says, nodding sagely.
“Oh, right.” Henry grins at me. “I mean, I don’t know what he’s talking about.”
I roll my eyes at them. “It’s fine. I’m leaving soon. We can talk about it.”
“No, we can’t,” Henry says. “You should have seen James. He was livid.”
“Wanted to rip my balls off,” Ryan adds.
“He can be overprotective sometimes,” Henry says. “He means well, just wants you to be happy. But sometimes we gotta talk about bad stuff, right?”
“Sure,” I say, sighing. “I had a feeling that’s what happened.”
“Well, you were upset that night,” Ryan says. “And honestly, I agreed with him. I didn’t think it was worth upsetting you again. Might as well enjoy what we have while we have it.”
I sigh and glance away. “That’s how I’ve been thinking about it.”
“Good.” I look back and Ryan’s grinning at me. “Cheer up.”
I manage a weak smile as the guys launch into a work discussion, something about shipping and orders and all that crap. I half pay attention, although it doesn’t really affect me at all.
The day grinds on and I just keep thinking about that conversation. We should enjoy what we have while we have it, and he’s right about that, except I know it doesn’t have to end. It’s ending because I’m choosing to end it.
I’m choosing to give up paradise because of a dream that I think might make me happy. Even though I have something right here, right now that makes me happier than I ever thought possible. Hell, it’s not just happiness. It’s total fulfillment.
That’s a surprising thought, and I keep mulling it over the rest of the day. I’m fulfilled here in a way I never thought was possible at Leadwood. It’s not just the guys and the sex, which is great, but it’s the job and my overall life in general. I get to be a part of their discussion about how to improve this place, which I’m finding matters more and more to me as time goes by. James’s enthusiasm is infectious, and I suspect it’s why all the other guys are so on board at this point.
But it’s that idea of being fulfilled that I keep coming back to. I always thought that one day I’d become a great museum curator, or at least get a good job in a good museum in a big city, and that was how I’d find some measure of fulfillment. I never imagined I’d find it at home, with five men that are all years older than I am. But I essentially have no worries here, and my happiness far outweighs anything else.
That’s what I keep thinking about as I head home. Normally one of the guys is waiting for me down by my car with food, a bottle of wine, some excuse to come back with me. But today there’s nobody, and I feel a strange pang of disappointment as I drive back to the apartment alone.
I park in my usual spot toward the back of the lot, intensely aware of my privilege in this building, and head inside. I ride the elevator to the top floor, and as the doors slide open, I’m still trying to understand how I can feel so good here, and yet want to leave.
I step out of the elevator, then stop in my tracks. All five guys are standing in front of me, smiles on their faces. James is holding flowers, Ryan is holding a bottle of wine, and the twins are wearing hardhats. Henry winks at me and walks over.
“What’s happening?” I ask.
“We have a surprise for you,” Henry says.
James hands me the flowers, a dozen roses. I smell them and thank him.
“Should I be nervous?” I ask.
He shakes his head. “Not at all,” he says. “But this is breaking one of my rules big time.”
I bite my lip. “I think I know which rule.”
James grins at me, but doesn’t say anything else.
“We have the twins to thank for this,” Ryan says as we walk toward my apartment. The hallway is covered in plastic sheeting, so it’s just a single plastic tube that leads from the elevator to my doorway. I can’t see anything else going on in the upper floor, and for the first time, I’m actually wondering what’s on the other side.
“We did this for you,” Caleb says simply.
Wyatt nods. “For you and for all of us.”
I bite my lip. “What did you do?” I ask.
Ryan grins at me. “It was their idea. I bought out the residents up here, moved them into units downstairs, and I let them go nuts. Got to admit, they got a pretty damn good deal.”
“It’s why we haven’t been around as much,” Caleb admits.
“It was a gamble,” Wyatt says.
“But it’s gorgeous,” Henry cuts in. “Seriously, London. It’s amazing. And they did this in a month.”
“Guys. What are you talking about?” I feel so totally lost and confused, but my heart’s beating fast, a quick flutter in my chest. I’m sweating a little bit, and I realize suddenly that I’m really, really nervous.
We make it to my front door, but instead of going in, Caleb steps up to the plastic sheeting. He grabs one corner and looks at Wyatt, who grabs another one.
“This is for you,” they say together, and pull the sheet down.
There used to be an apartment building
there. I remember the boring carpeting, the simple doorways, but that’s totally gone. The carpet ends where the twins are standing, and gorgeous hardwood flooring takes over. I can see where my apartment juts out into the space, but every other apartment is gone, and a living room is in its place.
I blink, shocked. It’s huge, with big, beautiful windows overlooking the forest. There’s a fireplace, a kitchen further in, everything modern and gleaming and brand new.
“We helped,” James says, and the guys all laugh.
I step through the plastic into what looks like a home. It’s decorated like all their places are, simple and modern and clean. The walls are mostly barren and white though, so clearly they just finished this up recently, but it’s incredible.
“Come on,” Ryan says. “I’ll do the tour.”
The guys all move into the place and I follow, not sure what I’m seeing. Ryan leads me into the main room. There’s a huge couch, easily enough for all five of us, and a single television near the fireplace. The kitchen is huge too, and there’s a nice rustic wooden table off to the side, enough room for six. Ryan points everything out to me, before we move down a short hallway.
“They ripped out everything,” he says. “Gutted the apartments, knocked down every wall they could, and made this place.” He gestures all around him.
“What is this place?” I ask him.
He grins and doesn’t answer. “Here’s my room,” Ryan says, stopping in front of a door. He pushes it open, and inside is a nice, spacious bedroom with a bathroom attached, though no furniture yet. We move further on, and I realize that there’s a room for every guy, nice and big and private. Finally, we reach the end of the hall, and there’s another room.
“This is yours,” he says to me. “If you want to use it.”
I step inside and I bite my lip. It’s like the size of my apartment, with a huge bed, basically two king-sized mattress side by side, plus a big bathroom, sitting area, and a walk-in closet.
“There are other rooms,” Ryan says. “We’re not sure what to do with them yet. Maybe a little gym, or a bar, or whatever you want. The twins are going to get rid of your current apartment, or we can keep it, if you want.”
I turn to face him, to face all the guys, and I don’t know what to say. “It’s a home,” I whisper. “For all of us.”
Ryan grins huge. “That’s right. An apartment for all six of us, with plenty of room for privacy if we want it, and plenty of room if we don’t. It can be ours, for all of us, together, if you want to stay.”
I stare at them, at a total loss for words. I never in a million years pictured something like this. It’s beautiful, and the idea is incredible. My room is so big, I don’t even know what to say. It’s practically the size of my apartment. And they all want to be here, to give up their own homes and to move in here, all because of me.
I feel it then, spilling over. That love inside of me, that desire, that fulfillment. It peaks right here, right now, and I can see two version of myself diverging right in front of me.
One version goes to New York, does the internship, has a life there. The other version stays here with these guys, loses myself in them, helps to improve Leadwood, creates a new world in the middle of all this. And both versions feel good.
But one feels better, even if it’s a version that I never envisioned. I choose, because I know this is the moment to choose.
I walk up to Ryan and I kiss him. Softly and slowly. I break away, and I kiss Caleb, and Wyatt, and Henry, and finally James. They all smile at me, and James cocks his head.
“Is that your answer?”
I nod slowly. “Yes,” I say, and then I laugh. “My parents are going to freak.”
The guys all chuckle, but I throw myself at James again. He brought me into this, and I suddenly need him, I need all of them.
I kiss him slow and tight and deep, and I feel other hands on my body, so many hands that I can’t count them. Someone pulls my shirt off, removes my bra, and I’m being passed around between five handsome, incredible men. I’m kissing them, being kissed, being touched. Soon I’m naked in the middle of these five big mountain daddies, fingers between my legs, teasing my pussy, hands on my ass, hands on my breasts, lips on my lips, lips on my neck.
James moves me over to the bed, and he pushes me over, bending me forward. He gets on his knees and licks my pussy from behind while the twins kiss either side of me. Ryan appears on the bed in front of me, his cock in his hand, and I take him between my lips. I suck his cock while James licks my pussy and the twins kiss my body, stroking my back, pulling my hair, slapping my ass.
I’m moaning, losing myself in these five men, and it’s like they merge into one incredible man with enough hands to drive me wild inside. I don’t know who goes between my legs, dives down to suck and lick my pussy, but all I can feel is pleasure.
I know Henry when he steps up behind me. I look over my shoulder as he pulls my hair back and slowly slides his cock deep inside of my pussy. I gasp and groan but it’s stifled when Caleb kisses my lips. He pulls back and I reach for James’s cock, pulling it free, leaning over to suck him as Henry fucks me.
I’m pulled up onto the bed, pussy aching and dripping with pleasure. I’m on top of Ryan, his cock inside my pussy, when I feel Wyatt spreading my ass wide open. I gasp and moan as he fucks my ass while Ryan pumps into my pussy. James’s cock is in my mouth again, and I feel Caleb and Henry both kissing my body. All five men are touching me, every hole is filled, and I feel better than I ever thought possible.
They switch off fucking my ass. Caleb turns into James, who turns into Henry, and Ryan comes out from my pussy at some point, sucking and licking me before I’m put on top of Caleb. I ride him fast, fucking his cock, sliding and working my hips, two cocks on either side of my face. I take turns sucking them, jerking one off, Caleb buried deep inside my cunt.
I’m groaning, moaning, and it’s all so much, almost too much. My ass is fucked and full, my pussy stretched and ringing with pleasure, and the guys are insatiable. I’m sweating from exertion as I take James’s cock inside my ass and I suck off Caleb and Wyatt, taking turns switching from one to the other.
Finally, James is the first man to come. He fills my ass, hot and sticky, and I groan. He pulls back and instantly Ryan takes his place, not wasting a second. I can feel James’ cum dripping out as Ryan starts to fuck me, and I’m moaning, cocks buried deep down my throat, Henry underneath me and fucking my pussy.
Caleb comes in my mouth not long later, and I swallow him up. Henry’s next, hot and deep and warm in my tight pussy. I’m sweating, groaning, my own orgasm building with every new drop of cum. Wyatt orgasms on my lips and breasts, letting it drip down onto my skin, and Ryan’s fucking my pussy now, fucking me rough from behind. I’m covered in their cum, sticky with it, dripping from every hole, and I know I can’t handle it anymore.
I orgasm hard, my whole being ringing with pure pleasure, as Ryan fucks me through it. He comes before I’m finished, and feeling his heat fill me only pushes my orgasm to new levels. I think I black out for a minute or so, because when I finally finish, the guys are all around me, kissing me, holding me, making me feel good.
We all fit on that big bed, and we don’t bother leaving it for the rest of the night. I’m fucked to soreness, and I come more times than I count. When one guy is finished, another takes his place, stroking me, easing me into it, taking me to places I never imagined.
And by the time we’re finally falling asleep, I know I made the right choice. I know I’m going to be happy here, no matter what happens, with my five mountain daddies. They’ll take care of me. I can have this, this incredible sex, these incredible guys. I love them all equally, and I know they love me.
“I love you,” James whispers as I’m drifting off to sleep.
“I love you all,” I say.
“We love you,” the twins answer.
“I love you.” Ryan’s hands rest on my back.
“I love you
,” Henry’s lips whisper against my ear.
I fall asleep, tangled in their arms, feeling more at peace than I ever have before.
21
London
One Year Later
“Big day, boys,” I call out as the coffee’s brewing.
Henry grumbles, coming into the kitchen. “Morning,” he grunts.
“Good morning.” I smile at him, handing him a plate of eggs, which he takes gratefully over to the table. There’s a newspaper out already, which he picks up to read.
I smile, playing the happy housewife to my five handsome husbands, although we’re not technically married. James and the twins are next, and Ryan’s last, groggy and tired from the night before. I kept them up late, making them fuck me until I couldn’t breathe anymore, and now they’re all grumpy. But I don’t care. I feel good, and I needed all that sex to calm my nerves and fuck me to sleep.
We’ve been living together in this big apartment since that day, over a year ago, when they first showed it to me. My parents aren’t really okay with any of this, but there’s not much they can do to stop it. We’re the talk of the town, of course, but none of us care.
We’re changing the town. We’ve done more in a year for Leadwood than anyone’s ever done for this town in its entire history. Henry funded a library, Ryan built that park, the twins opened more restaurants, and James has been actively bringing more businesses and funding into the area.
And of course, we finished the museum, and today’s the opening day.
I’m wearing my fancy curator clothing, which just means a tight black skirt and a crisp white blouse. My hair’s pulled back tight, and I went easy on the makeup. I want to look professional and smart, and I feel like I nailed it.
My guys all eat their breakfast, drinking their coffee, and I smile, watching them.