by Nikki Chase
Can I take a rain check for a month, so I can do all kinds of treatments for my skin and undergo a make-over?
Even as I entertain the thought in my head, I know I’m being silly. The Hunters are only in town for two months. I want to enjoy their attention as much as I can, and for as long as I can.
I can’t back out now. This is happening, and it’s happening now.
Ava
When I re-enter my bedroom, it looks completely different.
Ollie and Nathan have turned off all the lights and turned on some instrumental jazz in the background. They’ve also found my candles and lighted them up.
And they look extremely smug, like a cat that’s just left a dead mouse on the doorstep. They know they’ve done good.
A smile spreads across my face. “This is so nice.”
“You haven’t seen nothing yet.” Ollie pats the bed.
“Yeah, Ava. Come over, and we’ll show you something,” Nathan says.
Gingerly, I step toward my own bed, which feels different somehow than it usually does—strange, scary, and sexy.
I lay down on my stomach between the two of them. I’m so anxious not even the smooth jazz helps to calm my nerves.
Every time they move and the mattress dips, my heart skips a beat. My over-sensitive skin picks up the tiniest air movement. The suspense is killing me.
When Ollie touches my feet, I jolt from the shock.
“That’s the second time I’ve scared you today,” he says, chuckling.
“Yeah, I’m kind of jumpy today,” I admit. It’s not weird, right? I’ve been through one hell of a day.
“It’s okay, Ava,” Nathan says, leaning close to my ear as he runs a hand across my shoulders. “We’ll get you relaxed in no time.”
“Sounds like you know what you're doing. Do you offer massages to your clients, too?”
Maybe it's a bad joke, but my poor brain’s already having problems coping with the way Ollie’s stroking my calves, while Nathan’s skillful fingers are teasing the knots in my shoulders loose.
No matter what they do to my muscles, I can't relax.
I know what's coming--I want it to happen--but it's . . . insane, right?
Who sleeps with multiple brothers at once?
“You're too tense, sweetheart,” Nathan says as his hand travels down my back and rests on the dip of my waist.
“I agree,” Ollie says. “Seems like just a massage won’t do it for you.”
“Yeah. It's been a really tough day, after all.”
“Right. She needs something more special,” Ollie says as his hand travels up my thigh, making me gasp.
“Hmm . . . I wonder how we can make this more special.” Nathan speaks so close to my ear I can feel the heat emanating from his hard, chiseled body.
Before I realize what's happening, my lips part and a deep, want-filled sigh escapes, letting Nathan and Ollie know exactly how I feel about this special treat they're giving me.
“Your mistake is not giving me an invite.” Mason’s voice floats from the doorway, where he's leaning against the frame, wearing a sexy smirk and staring at me like he can't wait to get his hands on me. “I know how to make this pretty fucking special.”
“What do you say, sweetheart?” Nathan asks as he drags his lips over the back of my neck, dropping any pretense that this is just a normal massage. “Do you want Mason to join us? Like I said, you can have as many of us as you want.”
I nod.
“Say it,” Mason demands, giving me a cocky stare.
I hesitate.
“And look at me while you do that,” he adds.
I lift my gaze to find Mason’s. He's being so bossy tonight.
I kind of dig it.
“Well?” Mason cocks an eyebrow at me.
The men already on my bed aren’t waiting for my answer. As Mason stares at me, Ollie's pulling my knees apart and trailing kisses up my legs, and Nathan’s hand’s wandering down to my ass, caressing and kneading my tender flesh.
“I want you,” I say to Mason as my breathing grows heavy.
“Hmm . . . Maybe I’ll just watch for a little bit,” he says with a smirk and a lustful gaze.
“Let’s get you naked.” Nathan pulls my shirt up, exposing my back.
I flip onto my back and let Nathan take my top all the way off. Ollie settles between my legs, his lips traveling further and further up my thighs. He’s getting dangerously close to the top.
Is this really happening? Am I really doing this? I ask myself, even as Nathan yanks off my bra.
It’s not that I don’t want to go on. But everything feels surreal.
With the music and the candles, this place doesn’t even look like my bedroom anymore. The warm, glowing light casts harsh, dark shadows on the bed, on the carpeted floor, and on the wall Mason’s leaning against.
It’s like I’m watching shadow theatre. The story plays out on the wall, where my shadow has her legs splayed open, eager and inviting.
“You don’t need this anymore, do you?” Ollie asks. But he doesn’t wait for an answer before he pulls my shorts down.
I shriek in surprise. But when the fabric gets stuck on my thigh, I lift my hips up and let Ollie take it all the way off.
“Good girl.” Mason’s leaning against the wall, watching me. His hot gaze sizzles on my skin. I can feel his hunger—his great, overwhelming hunger. He licks his lips and undoes the fly of his jeans.
Mesmerized, I stare at Mason. I want to see him pull out that thing that’s outlined by his jeans. I need to know what he looks like underneath that denim . . . now.
But before I get to see anything, Ollie steals all my attention when he kisses the top of my inner thigh, his breath blowing on my wet petals. My body tenses with anticipation, all my senses focused on Ollie’s lips and tongue on my skin . . .
Until Nathan roughly grabs my breast, engulfing it with his big hand. “You’re ours tonight,” he says darkly as he lowers his head and takes my nipple into his mouth. He starts out slow, sensuously enveloping me with warmth.
When I gasp from Ollie’s lips making contact with my pussy, Nathan glances up at me and I see the briefest smile before he bites down on my nipple.
I want to protest, but he’s stopped doing that now. With his tongue, he bathes my nipple until it stops hurting and starts feeling good again. In fact, the pain makes it feel even better.
“You’re getting wetter,” Ollie says, taking his mouth off me for a second before diving back in, sucking in my lower lips and circling my clit with his tongue.
“Of course she is.” Mason’s suddenly sitting on the bed, leaning against the headboard while he watches us.
When did he climb up here, and why didn’t I notice?
“Look at her. The glassy eyes, the open mouth . . . She likes it.” Mason’s hand disappears into his pants, then I see it moving up and down under the denim. “I don’t have to look at her pussy to know she’s wet.”
I bite my bottom lip and try to press my mouth shut, but I can’t help moaning when both Ollie and Nathan are working against me, their lips and tongue lapping me up.
“What do we have here?” It’s Noah’s voice. “I thought I heard some moaning, and sure enough . . . You started without me.”
“Come on in, man,” Mason says. Shooting me a challenging stare, he cockily says, “She won’t mind.”
Wait a minute, who are you to speak on my behalf? I want to protest. But overcome as I am by the pleasure washing over me, I can only stare back at Mason.
“What’s wrong, beautiful?” he asks. “You want to tell him to leave?”
No. I do want Noah to be here. I want him as much as the other Hunter brothers. And speaking of, where’s Liam?
“I assume you won’t mind if I get Liam too, Ava?” Noah asks from the doorway.
Arousal clouds my vision, but I can make out a smile on Noah’s gorgeous face. And I can feel his energy. I can sense how much he wants me.
“Y�
��yes,” I say, ending the word with a whimper as Nathan lightly chews on my nipple.
I close my eyes and let myself get lost in the carnal sensations. Both Ollie and Nathan are devouring my body like hungry, hungry men, and I don’t know what I’d do if that’s the case with all of them.
Another mouth wraps around my other nipple, and I think I might die from pleasure overload. There has to be a limit to how much happy hormones my body can process, right? This is too much. I wasn’t built to handle three mouths on me at the same time.
My eyelids flutter open and I think I’m seeing double for a split second, until I look more closely and see both Noah and Nathan working on my nipples.
The twins are getting acquainted with my twins. Ha. I crack myself up sometimes. But seriously, the only thing I like about this weight-gain thing is I have bigger breasts now. So if the boys want to pay extra attention to them, they can go crazy.
A pair of hands lifts my head up and rests me on something warm and solid—someone’s thigh. Mason? Or Liam?
“Having fun, Ava?” Liam asks in his low, baritone voice.
I nod as I meet his stare. The candlelight casts an orange glow in his green eyes.
“Keep looking at me.” Liam strokes my hair and watches me intently as I writhe and moan in pleasure. He's cool, while I’m burning hot. He’s calm and perfectly collected, whereas I’m practically going crazy, overwhelmed by my own arousal.
The boys are giving me just enough to make me crave more.
I maintain eye contact with Liam when Ollie pushes two fingers inside me. They go in smoothly and start to make an obscene squelching noise as they slide in and out of me.
“Are you ready to come yet?” Liam asks, smirking.
I nod my head up and down. My body feels like a rubber band that’s been stretched to the limit. I can’t stand the tension in anymore. I want the rubber band to snap. I want release.
“Say it with your words,” Mason says authoritatively.
“I’m ready to come.” My voice is punctuated by deep sighs and hitched gasps.
“Ask for our permission,” Mason says again, his voice taking on a dangerous quality.
“Can I come?” I ask tentatively.
“Say the magic word.” Mason continues to stare at me as his fist moves faster up and down his hard shaft.
“Please,” I say breathlessly.
Mason’s lips forms a satisfied smile.
I arch my back as Ollie’s fingers find my sweet spot. Every time he rubs my pussy wall, I tense up. He sucks my petals into his mouth, then makes tighter and tighter circles around my clit with his tongue.
My hands grab onto the bedsheets as I shudder, as if I’m afraid the waves of pleasure are going to wash me away, far away from these five beautiful, generous, hot-as-hell alpha men.
“Come for us,” Liam whispers. With my eyes squeezed shut, I can’t see him, but I know his sharp eyes are observing me and recording everything onto his brilliant mind.
Mason grabs my wrists and restrains them with one hand. Unable to clutch at the bedsheets, my hands helplessly grip air.
“Be a good girl and come,” Mason commands.
As if on cue, my body shakes with ecstasy, my head sliding over Liam’s thigh. Ollie grabs my thighs and keeps his mouth locked onto my pussy, still hungrily lapping up my juices even though his job’s done.
Wow, he really likes eating pussy, doesn't he? I think to myself as Ollie remains glued to the juncture of my legs until the last shudder of my orgasmic aftershocks.
When a pair of lips kisses me, I don’t have to open my eyes to know it’s Liam. I can feel his stubble grazing against my skin. “You did good, Ava.”
I look around the room and see five pairs of masculine eyes on me, staring at me like they've never seen a naked woman before in their lives.
I blush as I realize I’m stark naked, while the Hunters are all clothed. Even Mason’s zipped up his jeans. When did that happen?
“It’s not fair. You’re all still wearing clothes,” I complain.
“If you wanted us naked, all you had to do was ask,” Nathan says.
“I’m asking now.”
The five brothers share a look with one another. They seem hesitant. Is anything wrong?
“Ava, there’s nothing we want more than to take you. But we’ve talked about it, and we want to take this slow,” Liam says diplomatically.
Obviously, at some point they came up with this plan without even telling me.
That means they assumed I’d want to sleep with all of them. I mean, considering the current situation, that would’ve been a fair assessment, but I don’t know how I feel about this.
They’re rejecting me. After all those gentle kisses, naughty nibbles, and sweet words. I should’ve known they’d change their minds as soon as they see me naked.
“That’s fine,” I say, despite the heavy darkness that’s just descended on my heart. I get off Liam’s thigh, sit up and crawl under the covers. “Are you guys going to go home, then?”
Again, they look at one another.
“No, Ava,” Ollie says gently. “This morning, I saw a shadow across the street. Someone might be trying to harass you.”
“Yeah. And after what happened at school this afternoon . . .” Noah takes a deep breath and gives me a worried stare. “I don’t feel comfortable leaving you alone either.”
“Okay. You guys can sleep outside,” I say, hurt reverberating in every syllable. I know I’m being mean, but I can’t help it.
They’re only trying to protect me. It’s not their fault they changed their mind about sleeping with me. Maybe I have a weird “O” face, or maybe I have too much cellulite.
Point is, something turned them off. I’m pretty sure the only reason they're still here at all is because at this point, they’d look like assholes if they left me to deal with Joseph on my own.
I don’t blame them. They’re well within their rights to change their minds. And it’s awfully nice of them to continue helping me with my case even though they've lost interest in me.
But I need my room to myself. I need my bed to myself. With six adults in the same bed, even a king size feels claustrophobic.
I know, logically, that I should treat them nice so they’ll continue to stay and help me with the lawsuit, sex or no sex.
But my heart hurts, and my eyes are starting to sting. I don’t want anyone to see me cry myself to sleep. What if they notice? And oh god, what if they offer me pity sex?
“Ava, you need to know that we like you a lot—all of us,” Mason says. His words are met with nods from his brothers. “That’s why we want to take this slow.”
“Yeah,” Nathan agrees. “We know we’re a lot to handle. Even our parents couldn’t stand having all of us in the house all the time. We drove them to divorce because we were too much.”
Nervous laughter fills the room, and I attempt a smile. I don’t know how convincing my acting is, though, because I’m on the verge of tears already.
“We just don’t want to scare you, Ava. Most women get overwhelmed by one man,” Nathan says.
“Not saying you’re going to get overwhelmed by us,” Noah adds.
“Not at all,” Nathan confirms.
“You have a lot of strength and patience, Ava, and we think you might be able to handle us, but let’s take things slow, okay?” Liam asks.
“Yeah. Okay,” I say in a small voice. I hope if I speak softly enough, they won’t notice I’m upset. I turn to my side, sinking down on the mattress and burying myself with the covers.
It’s ridiculous to cry over this, but it would be more ridiculous if I were to do it in front of them.
“Good night, Ava,” Liam says as he kisses my temple.
It feels like torture as the other Hunter brothers give me a kiss one by one. They feel so warm. They smell so enticing. They treat me so nicely. They . . . don't want me.
I was so stupid. I let myself believe something that was impossible
.
Why would five gorgeous men want an average-looking teacher like me? What's so special about me?
I should be glad they’re here at all.
Ugh. Why do I feel so lonely as soon as they close the door, even though I asked them to leave myself?
They’re right outside, for god’s sake. There’s no reason for me to miss them.
And yet, I do . . .
Ollie
“Did we do the right thing?” I ask my brothers at the dining table.
Sun rays flood in through the big windows in our mom’s kitchen, filling the dining area where we’re sitting with natural light, making the space appear even more vibrant than it usually does.
Bold bursts of colors and lots of floral patterns dominate this house. If I’m being honest, it all looks a little over the top. It wasn't always like this, but Mom went a little crazy personalizing the house after Dad moved out.
Despite the happy surroundings, there may as well be a little raincloud hanging over the table right now. There’s no hint of a smile, much less laughter.
My brothers just shrug at my question. Nobody seems to know anything this morning.
Poor Sally’s going to freak out again about us taking yet another day off. Hell, at this rate, it looks like we won’t be “working remotely” at all. We may as well be taking a vacation.
Important business decisions are being put on hold, and it's all because there's a woman who's upset with us. This is unprecedented.
This morning, Ava slipped out of the house without even saying anything. Nobody even saw her.
We only realized she was gone when Nathan, who’d also prepared breakfast from the stuff he’d bought last night, went looking for her because her food was getting cold.
In the end, we let all the bacon strips, sausages, and eggs grow cold. We didn’t have much appetite after finding out Ava was gone.
I mean, the whole reason Nathan had cooked at all was because he knew Ava liked having a full English breakfast in the morning. Nathan himself used to be really bad at even remembering to eat, especially when he was busy working.
In just a short time, Ava’s made a huge impact on all of us.