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)
It’s not me and “two men” right now. It’s me, Ollie, and Nathan.
I know them. I like them. And I don’t know how I got so lucky, but they seem to like me, too.
And I’m not talking about just Ollie and Nathan, but all of them—Liam, Mason, and Noah, too. The thought of being with all of them now seems less like a raunchy, porny gang bang, and more like a way for us to show our affection for one another.
“I’ll take you up on that offer, but let me change first.” I grab a T-shirt and a pair of shorts—nicer ones than I usually wear to bed when I’m home alone.
“Hey, where do you think you’re going?” Ollie asks.
“Changing.” I slip into the bathroom and shut the door behind me.
“Hey, Ava, you can just change here,” Nathan shouts from behind the door.
They’re crazy. I can’t just strip right away. That would feel too weird, and I’d be too worried about them noticing the imperfections in my body—the places where there’s too much flab, the parts of my skin where the skin’s stretched so much there are permanent marks, and the bumps in my legs from ingrown hair.
Oh god.
I already agreed to the massage.
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.