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)
This is depraved.
But also . . . we’re just making out, right? This is high school stuff.
Just then, Nathan slips his hand under my shirt. As it inches up my abdomen, I feel another hand touching my thigh.
I break the kiss with Noah and look around to find that Mason’s kneeling in front of me with his hand on my thigh, while Ollie and Liam are watching from across the table, their eyes hungry with lust.
“What are we doing?” I feel like I’m in a daze.
“Anything you want,” Mason says as he plants a quick peck on my knee, making my breath catch in my throat.
Jesus, that felt so good. I want more of that. But . . .
“Like I said, you can have all of us if you want, Ava,” Nathan whispers in my ear.
My heart pounds in my chest, so strong I can feel the pulsing in my clit. My pussy is throbbing, aching for . . . for what? Am I really going to sleep with all five of them? Have I gone crazy?
“Or we can just cuddle,” Noah says in my other ear, sensing my hesitation.
“Can we?” I ask quickly.
That sounds good . . . right? Relief and disappointment swim in my chest. Contradictory, I know. But we’re talking about five guys, for god’s sake. I can’t just . . . I can’t just go for it . . . can I?
I don’t know why I can’t, but soon enough, I find myself perfectly happy in my king-sized bed, with Ollie and Liam on either side of me.
They smell good, like aftershave and musk. And they’re so warm, too.
For the first time since I moved into this house, this bed doesn’t feel too big.
As I fall asleep, I think about how big a bed would have to be to fit all five Hunter brothers and me. I’d need, like, three king-sized beds pushed together.
In the morning, I wake up to the feeling of something rough on my cheek.
I open my eyes and look around. I’m in my bedroom. There’s something hot and heavy on my waist.
It’s an arm—Ollie’s. He’s sleeping on his stomach next to me, with one arm draped over me.
As I turn my head, the rough surface scratches against my skin. I look up to find Liam staring at me with a smile on his face. The “rough surface” was his stubble.
“Morning,” he says.
He looks alert. How long has he been awake?
My head’s on his chest, which means he’s probably been pinned underneath me, unable to leave the bed since he woke up.
“Morning, Liam,” I say, returning his smile.
“How are you feeling? You didn’t drink too much last night, did you?” Liam puts his big hand on my cheek and gently caresses my skin.
“No.” I shake my head and try to hide my mouth behind the covers. It’s so early in the morning my breath must stink.
I nuzzle my face into Liam’s chest and mewl happily. He’s so warm and it feels cold outside the covers. I don’t want to leave the bed.
I feel Ollie stir behind me. “Hi, Ava,” he says in a hoarse, sleepy voice.
“Morning, Ollie.”
Ollie scoots closer to wrap his arm around me, spooning me. He moves my hair aside and comes closer, putting his lips right up against the back of my neck. “Morning, Ava.”
I gasp as a jolt of pleasure shoots from my sensitive neck, all the way down to my core. I have two men in my bed. Two strong, gorgeous, sexy, men who are obviously into me, too.
This early in the morning, my brain seems to still be asleep. But my nerve endings aren’t. I can feel every little breath of Ollie’s that falls on my skin, and it kindles a hungry flame inside me.
“Do you like that, Ava?” Liam asks as he stares intently at me, his hungry eyes studying me.
“Yeah.” I bite down on my bottom lip to muffle a moan that’s threatening to escape.
“I can make it feel even better.” Liam smirks as he puts his hand on my hip, under the covers.
Liam keeps his gaze on my face, waiting for any sign of my disapproval. Seeing none, he drags his hand up my abdomen, slipping under my shirt. His fingers find my nipple already hard and erect. The smirk on his face grows wider.
Liam kneads my breasts as Ollie’s hand on my stomach pulls me back until I feel his hard morning wood poking against my butt cheeks.
It doesn’t take long until I can’t stifle my voice anymore. My lips part, letting my sighs and moans out.
“Take her top off, Liam,” Ollie says as he pulls my shirt up from the back. “Lift up your hands, Ava.”
I don’t sleep with a bra on, so as soon as the shirt comes off I’m naked from the waist up and lying on my side—not exactly a flattering angle for my breasts. Gravity does strange things to them when I’m in this position.