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 definitely easier to score when it’s Noah and me tag-teaming the same woman. We’ve done it with Mason a bunch of times and once with Ollie, too, making it a peak total of four of us on one lucky lady.
It’s not that Liam doesn’t share. He’s done it a couple of times before, apparently, with Mason.
But I’ve had enough gang bangs to crave something new and different, to heighten the thrill in some way . . . like . . . having all five of us share one woman.
Can you imagine? It would be hedonism at its most epic.
Five brothers. One lady. We’ll kiss and lick and suck and fuck her into orbit.
That’s the plan for the Hunter brothers this holiday season. Well, only Noah and I came up with it, actually. But I’m sure the others won’t mind.
What can I say? Growing up, our parents were always either fighting or fucking, which has fundamentally affected the way we view sex. Obviously, this ailment has its roots in childhood trauma. The cure is . . . well, why do I need a cure? I’m loving this.
That psycho-babble isn’t real, by the way. But it’s convincing, right? I pride myself on my ability to spin a story in the direction that maximizes my chances of closing the deal—whether it’s for business or pleasure.
As deal-makers, Noah and I know someone who’s trying to close a deal when we see him.
And right now, Mason is definitely trying to close a deal. He’s looming over Ava, one hand on the marble tabletop and another on the back of the banquette bench she's sitting on.
For her part, Ava doesn't seem to mind. In fact, she’s leaning toward Mason.
Is she our unicorn, who’ll let all five of us share her? Or is Mason the only one she wants?
A guy with a weird hat sits beside Ava. He seems to be a little too enthusiastic about his coffee-drinking. If I were the barista, I’d cut him off. Dude’s obviously had too much caffeine.
Across the table from them sit two women, a redhead and a brunette. The redhead’s kind of pretty but a little too skinny for my taste. They sit and watch as Ollie starts to put on the moves on Ava, too.
“I was hoping to see you again after last night. Your parents weren't upset, were they?” Ollie asks. Somehow, he can make empty small talk sound real and genuine.
If I were to try and mimic him, I’d just seem like a fake because I don't actually care how her parents are doing, whereas Ollie cares about everything—street kids in India, clean water supply for Kenyans, the manatees that were beached after the hurricane in Florida, and the list goes on.
“No.” Ava shakes her head, causing tendrils of her chestnut-colored hair to fall over her forehead. “Don't worry. They were fine.”
The two women at the table appear to be exchanging glances with weird-hat guy.
It's probably shocking to see two brothers vie for the attention of one girl so openly. But what people won’t guess is that Mason and Ollie aren’t competing with each other. They’re on the same team because they don't mind sharing.
And this time, since we’re all here, and we’re all relatively free for a change, maybe we can finally do a five-in-one.
I catch Noah’s eye and we share a split-second look. That’s enough. He knows what I have in mind because he’s thinking about the same thing, too.
Move over, boys. We close deals with difficult clients all the time. Let the pros work on this Ava girl. We’ll get her, and then we’ll share her with the rest of you.
Ava
“Excuse me, you’re blocking the way. If you stand there any longer, you’re going to get us fined because the fire department’s going to consider you permanent fixtures.” Linda, the owner of Sunny Side Up, stands with arms akimbo, frowning at the Hunter brothers. Stiff, angry sticks of red hair poke out of the bandana on her head.
The five brothers act like cheeky boys who’ve gotten caught doing something naughty. They share looks and secret smiles.
“I’m sorry for my brothers’ behavior,” Liam says.
“Is he seriously apologizing for us?” Nathan whispers to his twin brother, Noah.
Even though they’re both tall, dark, and charming, it’s always been easy for me to tell Nathan and Noah apart.
And no, it’s not just because they’re wearing different clothes, even though Nathan’s wearing dark leather while Noah’s wearing light knit.
Nathan’s like water from a dam when the floodgates have just been opened, and Noah’s like a gently flowing river. They’re similar—identical, even, if you pick them apart and compare the parts. But they’re different.
I remember when I was just a little girl, watching the boys next door play basketball in their backyard from my second-floor bedroom window. Nathan was always clenching his teeth, ready to go, whereas Noah had a relaxed smile on his face the entire time, like he was just absorbing the awesomeness of hanging out with all his brothers.