Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 63854 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63854 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
But right now, instead of helping his brothers get out of trouble, Noah turns to face me. He leans against the table and shoots me a friendly grin. “I’m sorry for my brothers’ behavior, too, Ava. We’re interrupting your brunch, and your food’s getting cold.”
“Oh, no, we don’t mind,” Tony says from beside me, speaking up for the first time since my old neighbors arrived. “We don’t mind at all. Right, ladies?”
Both Sarah and Jessica nod their heads rapidly, apparently in complete agreement with Tony. They watch intently as Noah puts his palm on the table and moves to my side, partially blocking my exit.
“How about we catch up some other time, in a place where we’re not fire hazards? It’s been so long since we saw each other,” Noah says, his gaze so intense my heart pounds under his scrutiny.
I’m confused. Is Noah asking me out? I mean, not that I don’t like him because that’s crazy talk. Noah’s a kind, gentle soul, and any girl would be lucky to have him.
But I was starting to like Ollie, too. Oh, and Mason. And Liam. Nathan, as well.
If I say “yes” to Noah now, does that mean I won’t get a chance to get to know the other brothers?
My mouth feels dry. It’s like a giant sponge has been lodged in my throat, sucking out all the moisture.
I gasp when something hits my foot. Tony’s just kicked me under the table because Noah’s still watching me, waiting for my answer.
I’m probably over-thinking this. Maybe Noah just wants to reconnect with an old neighbor.
“Yes,” I say.
“Yes, you’ll catch up with us?” Nathan cocks an eyebrow as he puts his forearm on the back of my banquette bench. Together with his twin brother, he completely blocks my exit.
“With the two of you?” I try to gulp down my anxiety, but it doesn’t work. Can they hear my heartbeat?
“With however many of us you want,” Nathan says, his voice dripping with wickedness.
Is that . . . Is he saying what I think he’s saying, or am I reading too much into his voice? Maybe that’s just how he talks normally.
Surely, he can’t possibly mean . . . anything more than just having coffee with whichever and however many of them I want . . . right?
Right?
Right. Right. There’s no other possible explanation. Gang bangs—with brothers!—only happen in porn.
Calm your tits, Ava, I tell myself. You’re a high school teacher. Not a porn star.
I’m sure Nathan’s just talking about a normal catch-up thing.
“Sure. Okay,” I say.
“Great. Do you have any plans tomorrow?” Noah asks.
Not expecting such a specific scheduling question so soon, I say the only thing that comes to mind. “No.”
“Perfect. Sunday morning’s a great time to go sightseeing. It’s been a while since we were all in town. Maybe you could show us what’s changed since we’ve been gone,” Noah says with a disarmingly sweet smile.
Surreptitiously, I let out a small, relieved sigh. My muscles relax. They really just mean a tour of Ashbourne. Of course. Nothing too crazy.
Oh, shit. Wait.
Tomorrow? That’s too soon, right?
I need time. How am I going to pick an outfit when I have less than twenty-four hours? Where am I going to take them so they don’t think I’m boring?
“Where do you live now, little Ava?” Nathan asks. “You’re not so little anymore now, are you?”
“Um, I live close to the high school,” I say. My cheeks are so hot they must be flushed red right now. The way Nathan speaks sends tingles straight to my center.
Am I reading the atmosphere incorrectly, or is Nathan interested in something more exciting than just a tour of this sleepy town?
But then . . . why a group outing?
But it’s also not like I’d prefer to go alone with him rather than with all the Hunter brothers.
Nathan dangles his phone in front of me. The dial pad is on the screen. “Give me your phone number.”
I reach up to take the phone. But as soon as I touch the smooth plastic surface, Nathan’s index finger strokes the back of my hand. It’s quick, and nobody else seems to have noticed it, but I know what that was.
And Nathan does, too. He winks at me.
I drop my gaze down to his phone in my hands and enter my number.
“You’re all welcome to come along too, of course,” Noah says to Tony, Sarah, and Jessica. “The more the merrier.”
As the people sitting at my table tell Noah their weekend plans, Nathan’s giving me the kind of smoldering look that heats up my insides with need.
Knowing my eyes are on him, he deliberately lets his gaze roam all over my body. The hungry glint in his green eyes gives me a hint as to what’s going on in that beautiful head of his . . . and it only makes me blush even harder.