Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 90887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
I exhale a long breath that I didn't know had been building in my chest, through pursed lips. All the tension of the past few weeks pushes to escape me. Laughter and tears wage war inside me, but Nash wipes it all away with a soft kiss to my parted lips.
"Now that's what I'm talking about," Dawn says with a whoop. "And it's also my cue to leave."
I don't draw back from Nash's kiss to say goodbye to Dawn, but I manage a flap of my hand in an uncoordinated wave.
Happiness surges, and my hands move to draw Nash closer until my legs are wrapped around his back and he’s holding me so tightly I almost can't breathe.
"Do you want to let someone else take a turn?" Noah says from above us, and I feel Nash's lips quirk with amusement. Even though he's reluctant, he steps aside for his brother to take his place. And that's how it goes. I'm passed from man to man, sinking into loving kisses and tight embraces, being shared by brothers and friends without jealousy.
Tears stream down my cheeks that are a mix of relief and jubilation. Even in my sweetest of fantasies, I could never believe that this would happen. I could never hope that I'd find even an eighth of the happiness that is fizzing around my heart like champagne bubbles.
"You love us?" Lex asks softly, kissing away my tears and stroking my damp hair back from my face.
"I love you. I love you all. So much."
"Then what the fuck are we waiting for?" Noah says.
"What do you mean?" I ask, glancing around to see if I can read the expressions on the faces of the men who've spent the past ten minutes showing me just how much they feel for me.
"Forget packing up your stuff. We need to clear this bed right now."
I snort with laughter, and while the room is filled with the rumbling of eight men chuckling, I stand quickly and swipe at the box on the bed, not caring that it clatters to the floor and spills my clothes onto the rug. I don't care that I'm a blotchy disheveled mess because they love me. They all love me, and it's enough to put clouds under my feet and star-bright light in my chest. It's enough to drive away all the uncertainty and worry that I've been carrying since James cheated on me and stole my confidence.
"As much as having amazing sex right now is exactly what we all want to do, I think we need to clear up some stuff first," Carl says.
The rest of the men groan, but I lift my hand to let him know I'm listening.
"We don't accept your resignation," he says softly. "We need you at Ink Factor, and we want you to come back and work with us."
I nod because that's an easy fix. I love my job, and I love working with them all.
Carl smiles, relieved, then looks around at the chaos of my apartment. "What's happening with your apartment?"
"I gave notice," I say. "I need to move out by tomorrow. They have new renters lined up."
"So, you'll come to stay with me," Carl says. "Until we work out something permanent."
"Permanent?" I ask.
"Until we can move into one place," he says.
My imagination explodes in that moment, weaving images of a pretty house with enough chairs around a table for us to all eat together and enough beds for us to sleep in. It's like the three bears’ cottage on steroids, but I don't envisage the men surrounding me tucking into porridge any time soon.
Tucking into me? Well, that's a whole other matter.
"Sounds good," I say, eager to move on from practical matters to physical and emotional ones.
"Wait a minute," Noah says. "Why does she have to stay with you?"
"Because I'm the only one living on my own," Carl says. "And because I thought of it first. You snooze, you lose."
"Is this what it's going to be like?" I ask, shaking my head. "Am I going to spend most of my time when we're altogether defusing squabbles?"
"You're going to spend most of your time when we're together on your back," Noah says, immediately grabbing me and tossing me onto the bed. I bounce a little, but he's climbing over me before I have a chance to complain. "Or on your front." He flips me over without any effort, so my face is mashed into the comforter. Tugging beneath my hips, he yanks me up until I'm on my hands and knees. "Or just like this." His hips push against my ass, the rigid bar of his cock resting along the seam.
"I think she likes being manhandled," Niall says with a smile in his voice.
"She does," Carl says. "Kyla likes a lot of things."
"She's perfect," Lex agrees, climbing onto the bed, followed closely by his brother.