by Rye Hart
“Samantha?” Liam asked. “You okay?”
“Oh, my gosh,” she said breathlessly. “Okay. Hold on. Sorry guys.”
“You good?” I asked. “No need to be sorry. We just aren’t sure if we embarrassed ourselves just now.”
“No, no, no. It’s that idea. It’s really good,” she said.
“So, why are you laughing?” Liam asked.
“Because I would’ve never thought you guys would’ve been any help in the fashion world,” she said.
“Have you seen the way I dress?” I asked. “I look fly all the fucking time.”
“No, you don’t,” Liam said.
“Glad we could be of service,” I said with a smile.
Sam got up off the couch, and we followed her lead. She escorted us to her front door, and I was sad our time was coming to an end. But ending it with a smile on her face was worth it. I’d missed her smile and the sound of her laughter. It looked like there wasn’t so much weight on her shoulders any longer. I unlocked her door and opened it, but not before her delicate hand wrapped around my wrist.
“Come here,” she said.
I turned around, and her lips planted firmly onto mine. My eyes immediately closed, and my hand slipped around her waist. That beautiful dip that cradled my arm perfectly. And I felt her melt into me.
It was just enough to leave me wanting more before she pulled away.
Liam’s eyes were wide as she came for him. Kissing him the way she’d kissed me. And it was odd because I wasn’t jealous at all. I was still pissed Liam had followed me but watching her kiss my brother didn’t anger me like I figured it would. She smiled up at him, and he cupped her cheek, having one little moment with her before he pulled away.
Then the two of us headed back to our cars as Sam closed the door behind us.
“Well,” I said as I unlocked my car, “guess it was a good thing we stopped by.”
“Maybe,” Liam said. Now get your ass back to work.”
CHAPTER 33
SAM
Instead of going out to eat with the guys, I texted them and told them to come to my place. I didn’t feel like going out. I wanted to stay in. I half killed myself between my nausea and my writing over the weekend, and I was too tired to go do anything. Especially if I was going to have to talk about my feelings. I didn't like doing that. I didn’t like talking about things until I had a plan of action. I didn’t like people worrying over me or constantly bombarding me, but it seemed that I wasn’t going to get away from that with the guys. I had to let them in, even though I had no idea where my life was going. Even though I had no idea what I was going to do on a day-to-day basis.
I had to talk with them.
They were right in that regard.
I was nervous. I went into my room to get changed and noticed I still hadn’t unpacked from my parents. I picked up my suitcase and tossed it onto the bed, then started digging around for some clothes.
And then my hand fell against it.
That manila envelope.
Fuck. Amidst all the drama and chaos, I’d completely forgotten about the divorce papers. I pulled the envelope out of my suitcase and looked at it, my fingers dancing over my name written in Levi’s chicken scratch handwriting. I unzipped the front compartment of my suitcase and pulled out the ring. The cheap piece of tin with what I was sure was nothing more than a plastic, sorry excuse for a diamond.
But I slipped it onto my ring finger anyway.
The papers weren’t signed. They hadn’t even been removed from the envelope. I held them between my fingers as my heart slammed against my chest. Did I want to know? Did I need to know? Would that somehow change something in my mind?
I bent back the prongs and opened the envelope before I started easing the papers out.
But before my eyes could glance at the name, a knock came at my door.
“Sam?”
Hearing her voice caused the papers to tumble from my grasp. I went sprinting from the room, through my townhome, bypassing the smells coming from my small kitchen. My hand fell onto the doorknob, and I ripped the door open, my eyes bulging from my head.
“Lauren,” I said breathlessly.
Her eyes fell to my hand, and I watched her sigh. I looked down and saw the ring, then quickly worked it off my finger. I shoved it into my pocket as my cheeks grew red, and when I looked back up into her eyes, I found something I wasn’t expecting.
Sorrow.
“Can I come in?” she asked.
“Of course. Yeah. You can always come in,” I said.
I stepped off to the side and watched as my best friend of more than a decade stepped into my townhome for the first time since her wedding.
“Is everything okay?” I asked as I closed the door.
“I’m sorry,” she said.
“Come again?”
“I’m sorry, Sam.”
I watched her turn around as tears welled in her eyes.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t a better friend to you during this difficult time in your life. And I’m sorry I got so upset with you at J’s. I was confused and hurt that you couldn’t come to me with any of this.”
I watched a tear roll down her cheek before she quickly brushed it away.
“I hate that you couldn't tell me what was going on. After everything we’ve been through and all of the dark times we’ve had. It made me sick with anger that you couldn’t tell me what was happening with you. And I didn’t know how to handle all of that. I didn’t know how to handle my brothers suddenly clamming up and not talking to me. I didn’t know how to handle my best friend pulling away from me. Closing me out. You’re all the family I’ve got. And when all of you started to shut me out, I panicked and acted like a selfish asshole.”
I watched Lauren shake her head as my chest filled with sadness.
“I thought I was losing you like I lost my parents, Sam,” Lauren said. “I thought I was losing all of you.”
I rushed to my best friend and wrapped her up in my arms. I pulled her close as she cried onto my shoulder, my hands running up and down her back. Fuck. All of us had been impacted by this in some way, and I was too blinded by my own damn emotions to see how this was affecting her. It should’ve been easy for me to figure out. I knew her better than she knew herself. I cradled her close. I felt her cling to my back. I closed my eyes and tried to keep my tears at bay so I could be strong for her.
Like she so obviously needed.
“There’s something else,” Lauren said as she pulled back. “There’s something else I need to say.”
“What is it?” I asked.
“As weird as it is,” she said with a giggle, “If you want to be with all of my brothers, then that’s okay. I can’t say I understand. It’s strange. But, you’re my sister-in-law, courtesy of Vegas.”
“Yeah,” I said breathlessly. “Yeah, I guess I am.”
“And you’re carrying my niece or nephew., which makes us more like family than ever before,” she said. “And families support one another.”
“Yeah. They do,” I said.
“Will you forgive me, Sam? Can you?”
“What kind of fucked up question is that?” I asked. “Of course, I can. I already have.”
I drew her in for another hug, but this time I could feel her smiling against my shoulder.
“So now, I only have one question.”
“What’s that?” I asked as I held her close.
“Which one of my brothers is legally stuck with you?”
“Oh shit. That's right,” I said.
“What’s right?”
“I completely forgot about the divorce papers.”
“Divorce papers?” she asked.
“It is a very long story. But before so many other things took place, I asked the guys for a divorce. And I haven’t looked at the papers to see who I married that night.”
“So you have no idea.”
“Not a fucking clue,” I said with a giggle.
“Your life is so screwed up sometimes, you know that?”
“Trust me, I know.”
“Do you want to look at them?”
“I don’t know how to answer that. I love your brothers, Lauren. All of them. And I’m not sure if only being married to one of them will make any difference how I feel about all of them.”
“Then you need to tell them that, Sam. Because they’re running around like they’ve had their heads cut off, and I’m tired of watching them bleed for you.”
“I know. That’s why I’m—shit!”
I took off running for the kitchen, and smoke was starting to billow out of the stove. I opened it up before Lauren yanked me off to the side, then she grabbed some oven mitts and pulled out the very burned lasagna I was trying to make. The smoke alarm went off, and she whipped the mitts around, turning off the stove and kicking it closed.
“So—pizza?” Lauren asked.
“The guys are coming over to talk. I was trying to make them all a meal.”
“Well, a note for the future? It takes more than one stovetop lasagna to feed those hungry hounds.”
“Duly noted,” I said between coughs.
I got on the phone with the pizza place up the road and placed an order for some food. Lauren hugged me tightly and wished me good luck, then we made plans to get together the next day. She wanted to know all the details once all of us talked, and it felt so good to have my best friend back.
But I was still nervous about talking with the guys.
A knock came at the door, and my hands started to shake.
“Hey there, Samantha. Why do I smell smoke?” Liam asked.
The guys all barged into the townhouse, and I shook my head and giggled.
“Are you okay?” Levi asked.
“I’m fine,” I said. “I burnt what I was cooking, so it’s pizza for us tonight.”
I embraced all of them before we sat down on the couches to eat. We all sat in silence, and I knew they were waiting for me to begin. I picked at a slice of pizza on my plate, trying to gather my thoughts as best as I could.
It was now or never, and there was no real way to begin this conversation.
“You know you guys mean so much to me, right?” I asked.
They all stopped eating and put their plates down on their laps.
“You mean a lot to us, too,” Logan said.
I sighed and closed my eyes as I moved my plate to the floor.
“I know this hasn’t been easy for you guys,” I said. “I know I’ve been closed off and resistant to a lot of things. And that’s because I had a plan, right? I had this plan for my life, and Vegas totally derailed it. I was never sure that I’d ever get married. I was going to work for this magazine and save up until I was thirty, then that’s when I was going to start my fashion line. And there was no guarantee that I wanted to be a mother.”
They were all listening intently, and I felt like I was under a microscope.
“That was the plan. That was always the plan. And then I woke up in Vegas with an alcohol-soaked marriage license, an empty bed, a pounding headache, and a ring on my finger. And then four weeks later, I find out I’m pregnant. My entire timeline for my life, inched up a few years. Because of one night that I still couldn’t reconcile because I—I slept with four guys. Right? Four wonderful, incredible, strong guys that are so great in their own way.”
They all nodded, waiting for me to go on. “So now I’m pregnant, and now I’m married, and I don’t know to who, and I don’t know who the father is. And I find myself not giving a shit about any of that because the truth is, I’m in love with all of you.”
“What did you say?” Luke asked.
My eyes panned over to his, and I got up out of my seat. I went over and clasped his hands, then got down onto my knees.
“I love you, Luke,” I said. “I love the way you smile and the way you laugh. I love how quiet you are, and how caring you are in bed. And I love the way you look at me when you think I’m not watching. And I love that despite all of your softness, you stood up for me when I needed it.”
I scooted over to Logan and took his hands in mine.
“I love you, Logan. I love your dominant demeanor and your constant need to make things right. I love our flirty banter, and I love how you can’t keep your eyes off my body. I love how strong you are, and I always get lost in your eyes. And it’s wonderful.”
Then, I scooted on my knees toward Liam.
“I love you, Liam. I love the salt and pepper in your hair, it makes you look so distinguished. I love how strongly you feel about everything and how you’ve held everything together for so long. And I love how beautiful you always make me feel, no matter what.”
And then I scooted over to Levi, who seemed to be the most shocked of all.
“Levi, I love you. You are, without a shadow of a doubt, my kindred spirit. You get me. You understand me. You always have this way of knowing what I need, even when I don’t know I need it at the time. And your kisses? Fuck me. I love them. Like I love you. All of you.”
I panned my gaze around the room and saw the brothers rising from their seats. They stood over me as I clasped Levi’s hands, my eyes fluttering back to his. I watched him lean forward and capture my lips, my body melting into his as the guys ran their fingers through my hair.
“I love you too,” Logan said.
“I love you too,” Liam said.
“I love you too,” Luke said.
“I love you too,” Levi said.
Chapter 34
Sam
Logan pulled me up to my feet and crashed our lips together. I felt hands on my body, ridding me of my clothes as they ended up in piles on the floor. Luke grabbed my wrist and tugged me over to him, my body falling against his. I felt his bare chest against my hands and played with the divots of his muscles. Traced them with my fingertips as someone unhooked my bra. My lips slid over to Liam’s as my bra fell to the floor, then I felt someone inching my panties down with their teeth. I was naked in front of them. Listening as their clothes dropped to the carpet of my living room.
Then I fell to the couch and straddled Liam’s hips.
Our lips crashed together as my pussy began to grow wet. His cock teased me. My pussy folds captured it as I rose up over him. His hands roamed my back. My thighs. My waist. I felt beautiful. Loved. Desired within his grasp. His hands fisted my ass, and my hand dipped down. I couldn't wait a second longer to feel him inside of me. I needed him. Needed them.
All of them.
I needed all of them in my life.
I slid down the shaft of his cock until our hips connected. My forehead fell against his, and I lost myself in his deep blue eyes. I grabbed his hair and rocked against him, feeling his hands guide me along his rock-hard dick. My clit brushed against his tightly-wound curls. Stroking it and sparking a fire that lit in my toes.
“Liam.”
“Oh, Samantha.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too. So much. Shit!”
His hips slammed up into me, and my tits jumped against his chest. He nibbled on my neck and my shoulders, marking me with his teeth. I ran my hands through his thick brown hair, feeling his massive muscles move with each thrust into my body. My knees planted into the couch and my pussy dripped down his balls. I could hear the other brothers stroking their cocks. Waiting for me to come to them as I lost myself in Liam’s lap.
“Yes. Holy shit. Harder. Harder, Liam. Harder!”
“Anything you need,” he said. “Always.
His hands sank into my hips, and he pounded up into me. My back arched, and he buried his face into my tits. I rolled deeply into him, pulling his cock deeper into my throbbing pussy. I was breathless. Wordless. Mindless against his assault. I scraped my nails along the scalp of his head, and soon, my body burst around him.
“Liam!”
My pussy fluttered around his cock, milking him for all it had. I shook against him as he groaned into my tits, ki
ssing them and nibbling on my nipples. I felt him pour into me. Coating my walls with his threads of cum as our juices leaked onto the couch. Colors burst behind my eyes.
I felt Liam fall back into the couch, and my body went along with him.
I kissed his lips one last time before someone hooked me underneath my arms. They pulled me from his glistening cock, and I watched it flop against his body. I turned around to see who was holding me and found myself looking up into a pair of beautiful green eyes.
“Luke,” I said with a whisper.
“I love you so much, Sam.”
His lips came down onto me and connected in a soft landing. My legs caved, and his strong arms kept me close to his body. I felt my back being settled onto the coffee table, warm from where the pizza had been sitting. He covered me in kisses. Blanketed my skin with his warmth as his hands slowly caressed my curves.
“I love you, Luke,” I said with a whimper.
Then, without another word, I felt him slide into me.
It was electric. Feeling his cock brushing against my walls was nothing short of incredible. His lips covered mine, swallowing my moans as we rocked together. A steady rhythm known only to the two of us as Liam still tried to catch his breath. My mind was spinning. My heart was racing. My body ached in all the right ways. Luke held himself up with his hands as our lips parted, and my arms rushed around his neck.
Our eyes never left one another’s as he sped up.
His cock throbbed against my warmth as juices poured from me. His lips fell to my neck, his tongue trailing through the valley of my breasts. Goosebumps rushed along my skin as his cock grew thick between my legs. Teasing my walls and coaxing them to yet another high.
“Oh yes, Luke. Don’t stop. Please don’t ever stop.”
He slammed his fist onto the coffee table. Like he was trying to communicate all of his emotions he had kept pent up for so many years. I lifted my hips to meet his, urging him into an animalistic pulse. Our hips slapped together, and I cupped his cheeks, lifting his gaze back to mine. I pulled his lips in for one last kiss before his hand trailed between my pussy folds, finding my aching clit and playing with it like only he knew how to.