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)
I grab her head and lean in for a kiss. There, in the dark living room, we share a gentle, heartfelt, passionate kiss—a kiss that’s only for the two of us.
I’d love to have her with my brothers one of these days, but tonight, for our first time, this privacy is perfect.
My hand on the back of her head slides down her delicate neck and over her collar bone. I knead on the soft flesh of her tits and pinch her nipples, making her gasp.
“Oh, Liam,” Ava moans. “That feels really good.”
She keeps mewling and breathing heavily as my fingers play with her pussy lips and slide inside her.
She seems to still be sensitive from her previous orgasms. It takes the tiniest stimulation for her to start shaking in my arms.
She looks irresistibly adorable and unbelievably sexy at the same time. How does she do that?
“Take your clothes off,” I say as I pull off my own shirt. I have to get this out of the way. I don’t want to miss anything just because a part of my own shirt is blocking my view.
Soon, Ava’s lying on the couch underneath me, our limbs tangled together as our lips lock. My cock’s sliding against her pussy lips, and her eyes are begging me to fill her up.
As I thrust inside her, I marvel to myself.
What kind of a goddess is she? Not only can she relate to every one of us personally, but she’s also an absolute nympho who can handle all of us on the same night.
I don’t know what I was worried about. This girl is fucking perfect.
At the same time, I’m also balls deep inside her, so I may not be thinking with the right head . . .
Noah
Mom’s stopped asking us if we’re spending the night at home. She knows we're with a girl and she's happy we're eating again whenever we visit her.
She's been asking to meet Ava, too. One of these days, we’ll introduce them to each other.
But right now, it's really hard for the six of us to leave Ava’s house. Yes, we're worried about gossip spreading and hurting Ava in some way. But it's also because we have everything we need at home. We have one another.
I feel like I’ve been here forever, like we’ve all been here forever, even though it’s been about a week.
Once every one of us agrees to jump in, it’s like someone’s pressed a fast-forward button on our relationship.
We just stick together. I don’t mean all six of us, all the time—that would be a logistical challenge. We spend time in smaller groups and one-on-one, too. But unless Ava’s at work, at least one of us is usually with her.
Tonight, Ava’s hunched over some papers on the dining table with Ollie and Mason leaning over her, trying to “help” her, even though I personally don’t see how they could.
If anything, they’re asking her so many questions she keeps getting distracted and having to take a break, making her work even more slowly.
Over in the kitchen, Nathan’s cooking up a storm. It smells good.
I’m being spoiled. Seriously. Back in San Francisco, in my swanky downtown apartment, I never felt so pampered. I’m eating great food, sharing it with my favorite people on Earth, and having amazing sex, too.
It doesn’t matter if Ava lives in a humble one-bedroom rental that we share together. At least, we’re not working normal hours or even going to an office at all, so we don’t have to line up just to take showers in the morning.
God, that would be such a nightmare. I still have traumatic flashbacks of us as kids getting ready for school together with only one bathroom in the house. That was an experience I don't want to repeat.
Once we go back to the city, we’ll have to get a huge-ass place with six bedrooms, at least, so we can spread out. Or maybe we’ll get an even bigger place, in case we have guests and maybe even kids . . .
Whoa, what the fuck? Did I really just think about having kids with Ava?
Okay, back off a little there, buddy. It’s been a little over a week. Cool. It.
No need to bring property and procreation into this. Not yet, anyway.
But it makes me wonder . . . Maybe . . . I could see us living together like this forever.
My heart clenches with a deep yearning. I want that. I’ve never wanted anything more than I want that now.
I scan the place and look at everyone.
Ava’s trying to tell Ollie and Mason to stop trying to help her in the subtlest, gentlest way possible, but they’re not getting it—they won’t, until she spells it out for them. I wonder how long it’s going to take for her to figure that out and come up with a better way to deal with them.