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  “Good girl,” Mason says.

  “I wonder how those lips would feel around my dick,” Noah says playfully. He’s standing on the bed beside me, his cock so hard I can see a vein pulsing along his shaft.

  I give Noah a smile and take his cock into my mouth as Mason pumps up into me. I gasp when Mason presses a finger against my puckered asshole.

  “Don’t.” I have a feeling Mason’s going to push my limits, and I’ll have to be clear with him about what I want.

  “Can I just touch you there, beautiful? I’m not going to put it in, I promise,” Mason says with sincerity in his eyes. Despite how imposing he can be, I trust him to respect my wishes.

  So, I give him a nod.

  “I hope you’re ready. It’s going to feel good,” Mason says.

  True enough, I start to shudder as Mason gives me a few light strokes over my asshole. I’m already so sensitive, and it doesn’t take much for me to start feeling another orgasm coming.

  “Damn, girl, you look so sexy,” Noah says as he watches me suck his cock. From the way he’s growing bigger in my mouth, I can already tell he’s about to finish.

  Noah pulls out of my mouth and moves his fist up and down his shaft. “Open your mouth and stick your tongue out,” he says impatiently.

  As soon as I do as he says, he shoots ropes of hot cum across my face.

  “Fuck, you look so hot,” Noah says.

  “He’s right. You look well used,” Mason says. He grabs me by the neck and says, “You tighten up nicely when I do this. Do you like it?”

  I nod.

  “Jesus, you’re fucking perfect.” With that, Mason starts fucking me with abandon. He thrusts faster and deeper, and he doesn’t stop until, with a loud groan, he comes, impaling me on his cock as his hands hold me in place until he’s spent.

  My mind is a haze as I collapse on top of Mason’s hot, sweaty body.

  Wow, so that’s what it feels like to have sex with five men.

  . . .

  Wait a minute.

  That was four.

  Where’s Liam?

  Liam

  I watch as the five of them lie around on the bed—all four of my brothers and Ava. It doesn’t look comfortable or anywhere close to spacious enough, but all of them have big smiles on their faces.

  Ava looks around, and I wonder if she’s trying to find me. When her beautiful green eyes land on me, an adorable little smile spreads across her cheeks.

  I hold out the warm towel I’ve prepared for her.

  “Thank you,” she says.

  “Hey, where’s mine?” Mason asks, grinning.

  “Get it yourself.”

  Ava gazes at me, her eyes asking me an unspoken question. She can’t bring herself to say the words, but I know she’s curious why I didn’t join them, and she probably wants to know if I want her right now.

  There’s even a chance she’s going to start thinking I’m not into her at all.

  Which is why, even though she seems exhausted, I can’t let her drift off to sleep yet.

  “Ava, do you want to come outside so we can talk, just the two of us?” I ask.

  Her eyes fill with apprehension, but to my relief, she nods.

  “Is something wrong, Liam?” Ava asks, her soft voice laden with worry as she joins me on the couch in the living room.

  “Not at all. I just feel like you deserve an explanation and it should come from me.”

  “Okay . . .” Ava says cautiously.

  “I’m sorry about last night. We shouldn’t have left you like that. It was my fault.”

  It’s taken me all day to come up with these three sentences. I don’t know why it’s so hard. I’m a lawyer, for fuck’s sake. I’m good at turning a lengthy document into a lengthier one.

  But now that I’ve said them out loud, those words don’t sound as reassuring as I hoped they would.

  “It was mine,” Ava says in a soft voice. “I’ve been so embarrassed all day. I acted so entitled. You guys didn’t have to do anything, and I was wrong for throwing a tantrum like that. I should’ve—”

  “No, it was weird, what we did,” I say, cutting her off. I can’t listen to her blaming herself anymore. I’ll just lay everything on the table. “I’m sure it was confusing from your perspective. It must’ve seemed like we were giving you mixed signals.”

  Ava falls silent. She seems to consider my words and agree with me, at least to some extent.

  “It wasn’t that we were giving you mixed signals. It was just that . . .” I take a deep breath. “I’ve been trying to come up with a way to explain this all day, and I still don’t think I’ve nailed it. But basically, this situation we find ourselves in, it’s strange, right? I mean, five men?”

  “Yeah.”

  “I have a confession to make. I was the one who wanted to take things slow. All those other guys, man, they’ve been going full speed ahead from the get-go.”

  A small smile plays on Ava’s lips. Her eyes light up with affection as her hand takes mine and gives me a reassuring squeeze.

  “It’s always been my role to keep an eye on my brothers. I’m supposed to be the sensible one,” I say, remembering all those times when we were little, and I had to rescue my brothers from strangers, spiders, clowns, painful blocks of Legos on the floor, and a random assortment of other things.

  Ava nods.

  “So when all of us fall for one girl, and things start to get intense, I can’t help but get these paranoid thoughts in my head. ‘Does she really like all of us? Is that even possible? She doesn’t just see us as a check mark on her bucket list, does she?’”

  I feel like punching myself in the face as soon as the words come out. “Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. I don’t really think you’re that kind of girl—not that there’s anything wrong with that kind of girl.

  “If a girl wants to be with five brothers just because she thinks that’s a cool thing to put on her bucket list, it’s okay, too. I mean, not that I think she needs my permission or anything.”

  Aw, fuck.

  There she goes, getting me all flustered without even saying anything.

  Ava giggles. “It’s okay. I know what you mean. And I like that you care about things like that.”

  “You do?”

  “Yeah,” she says, her eyes gazing tenderly at me.

  If I tried to stop the smile spreading across my cheeks, I wouldn’t be able to. “So, yesterday, while you were at school, we agreed there were only two options: to all be with you, or to all be without you. I can’t see you all the time and not have you. That would be torture. If you were to choose only one of us, that lucky guy would have to stop hanging out with the rest of us so much.”

  “I had no idea . . .” Ava muses. “I had no idea you were already thinking about things like that. I thought we were keeping things casual.”

  “That was the initial intention,” I admit. “But have you seen . . . No, have you felt just how well everything fits when we’re all together? Somehow, you can be with all of us and make each of us feel special.”

  “It’s probably because I deal with, like, twenty-five smart-mouthed teenagers every day.” Ava grins.

  I can’t help but smile. I’m glad she feels comfortable enough to crack a joke now.

  “So, because of all those things, we agreed to move forward as a group, and to only take another step when all of us were ready.” I pause.

  “And you weren’t ready last night.”

  “Yes.” Quickly, I add, “But it wasn’t because I didn’t like you. On the contrary, it was because I liked you so much I knew I had to be cautious.”

  Ava nods. “That makes sense, Liam.”

  “Really?”

  “Yeah. I mean, if it was Mason or Ollie saying those things, I probably wouldn’t buy them.” Ava smiles and, again, I see that affection in her eyes. It makes my heart clench with yearning. I want her to be ours.

  “I like that you see us as individuals even though we spen
d a lot of time as a group,” I say. “That brings me to my next point. We realized today that while we can all be dating you, that doesn’t mean we have to all move at the same pace. We’re different people who want different things.”

  “Of course.” Ava pauses to think. “So what you mean is, it’s less like I’m with a group of five men at the same time, and more like I’m with you, and I’m also with Ollie, and Noah, and Mason, and Nathan.”

  “Exactly. You’re sharp.”

  “I know,” she says with a smug smile.

  “Another thing,” I say in a more somber tone. “I think it’s reckless to just jump into this without giving it more thought. Have you considered what people would say if they knew what we were up to?”

  “Yeah. They’d say so many ugly things.” Ava grimaces.

  “And that doesn’t bother you?”

  She laughs nervously. “I’ve just been hoping that our story wouldn’t make it to the gossip mill.”

  “You know this is too big not to be the biggest piece of gossip in Ashbourne for the rest of the year?”

  “I know.” Ava takes a deep breath. “But I also know that I can’t pass up the chance to be with you. I’ve had a crush on you forever.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Yeah. I used to watch you guys play in your backyard from my bedroom.”

  “So you were a stalker,” I tease her.

  Ava giggles, and the sound bounces around pleasantly in my ears.

  This is nice. This is the kind of interaction I’m craving from her.

  Don’t get me wrong; I want to claim Ava’s body, too, but more than anything, I want to know her, because I’m falling hard and fast for her, and so are my brothers.

  They can do anything they want. But at the end of the day, if everything falls apart, somebody has to be the one to pick up the pieces and put it all back together.

  That’s my job. And another part of my job, which is to minimize the chances of everything falling apart, involves getting to know this beautiful angel in front of me and what she’s really like on the inside.

  That’s going to take time. But right now, I’m just happy she understands where I’m coming from and we’re on the same page.

  In fact, now that everything’s been sorted out, I wonder if Ava’s up for another serving of the Hunter Brothers’ Special Sauce.

  . . .

  Okay, that’s a disgusting joke. I’m ashamed of myself.

  But I really do want Ava now. And judging by the way she’s looking at me right now, she’d be—ah, what the hell. I’ll just do it and find out.

  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.

  Nathan’s cursing because some oil splattered onto his hands again. I’m glad we’re not one of those twins who can feel each other’s physical pain right now. He’s been cooking a lot more, now that Ava’s in the picture.

  I wonder what kind of cool dishes he’s going to serve up, over the years, and whether our kids will like them. Will he change the dishes in his rotation once we have kids?

  I can see it now, all six of us growing old together.

  Hmm . . . Hold on, I think I forgot all about Liam. Where is he?

  I look over my back to see Liam typing furiously on his laptop. I guess I look forward to watching whether Liam will stop focusing on work so much, now that Ava’s here.

  I mean, we do have a lot of work because of the lawsuit, but it’s pretty late, and . . .

  “Liam
,” I call out.

  “What?” Liam asks without taking his eyes off the screen. He looks anxious, which gets me anxious because Liam doesn’t get anxious—not normally, anyway.

  When it comes to Ava, it seems like we’re playing without rules, like the old ways of doing things are suddenly irrelevant.

  “What’s wrong?” I ask, lowering my voice as I take a seat beside him on the couch.

  Liam releases a heavy sigh. “Is it really that obvious?”

  “Nah, don’t worry about it. They haven’t noticed yet.”

  “It doesn’t add up.” Liam appears even more serious than usual. This is not looking good.

  “What doesn’t?”

  “I’ve gone through everything, and it appears that we have a solid case . . .”

  “That’s good, right?” I ask, fully aware that’s a naïve question but remaining hopeful anyway.

  “Yes . . . and no.” Probably seeing the alarm on my face, he quickly adds, in his usual big-brotherly way, “It could be nothing. Maybe I’m just being paranoid. This case . . . It’s different.”

  “Yeah, tell me something I don’t know.” I look over my shoulder at Ava.

  She’s poring over some papers, biting the top of her red pen as she does her best to ignore the bickering between Ollie and Mason—who, ironically, are actually trying to impress her.

  Damn it, I wish she could just stay blissfully ignorant of whatever problem Liam’s discovered . . . but a storm’s coming, and we need to get prepared.

  “Noah, doesn’t it seem strange to you?” Liam asks in a conspiratorial voice.

  “What?”

  “You saw this Joseph guy at the high school. Why was he there in the first place?”

  “I have no idea, but you should’ve seen little Ava over there stand up to him and basically calling him ugly. Oh, and she totally defended us.” Despite the tense situation, a smile pulls the corners of my lips up.

  “That’s only going to hurt his chances of winning this case. He didn’t even try to avoid being seen by other people,” Liam says.

  “Come to think of it,” I think out loud, “when I took a picture of him, he just sneered at the camera like he didn’t care. I just thought he was a psycho.”