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)
As I glance at my brothers’ faces, I know I’m wearing the same expression they are. Confused, annoyed, and impressed at the same time.
Our mom’s a witch! How did she figure all that out without us telling her anything?
“Does she want to pick just one of you?” Mom asks.
We shake our heads. May as well save time by just telling her outright.
“So what’s the problem, then?” she asks, as if that’s the most obvious question in the world.
“The problem, Mom, is that there’s one of her, and there are five of us,” Mason says.
“But if she doesn’t want to pick one, and you don’t mind sharing, I don’t see what the problem is.”
“You don’t, but other people will,” I say. She has to know that . . . right?
“So what?”
“So people will talk. Her reputation will be ruined. Her job will be in jeopardy,” Nathan says.
“Where does she work?”
“At the high school. She’s a teacher,” Liam says.
“As far as I know, the high school principal’s pretty progressive. There shouldn’t be any threat to her job. And you—” Mom points at us “—don’t have to worry about anybody firing you.”
“That’s true,” Noah admits, “although we should still pay attention to what the press says about us. Not that it matters. I don’t think our clients care about our personal lives.”
“But Mom . . . do you think it’s even possible for us to have a normal relationship?” I’m the one asking the question, but I know all my brothers are thinking the same thing.
“Well . . . Let’s just say ‘normal’ isn’t a realistic goal for you if you want to pursue this . . . “ Mom says pensively. “But that doesn’t mean it can’t be a healthy relationship. Just look at your dad and me.”
Ava
I’ve been hiding from the Hunters all day.
This morning, I deliberately went to work early, tiptoeing past the living room so I wouldn’t wake them up. Then, I just headed to the library in school to work on my lesson plans.
After work, I hung out at Tony’s. I met Greg and their adorable kids, but I didn’t feel like socializing and I was getting worried about coming across as a bitch, so I decided to go home.
Last night ended so awkwardly that I dreaded coming home to the same situation.
So I totally didn’t expect to come home to this.
As soon as I walk in through the door, a flurry of male hands and lips descends upon me. I can’t even tell how many because it’s so dark here, although they all feel familiar.
“Wait a minute,” I protest as someone takes my bag away and someone else pulls on my coat. “What’s going on?”
“There’s no time to explain,” Ollie says.
“What? Why? Did something big happen?” I scold myself in my head for asking such a stupid question. As if they’d be kissing and groping me if we were in some kind of an emergency.
I wonder if . . .
Maybe they weren’t just being polite last night when they left my room in single file with their tails between their legs. Maybe they really were planning on picking things back up on another day.
Like today.
“Not yet. But something’s about to happen,” Nathan whispers in my ear.
“Something big.” Mason takes my hand and presses my palm against the bulge in his jeans, the one that got me so transfixed last night.
He’s already hard—and yes, big, too. That wasn’t false advertising.
One by one, my clothes are peeled off my body, until I’m standing naked in the entryway. Hell, I’m practically pressed against the door.
“I thought you wanted to take things slow.”
“Well, that’s why we stopped last night. But now, it just feels like we’ve waited long enough,” Nathan says.
I shriek as a pair of strong hands picks me up effortlessly. I’m carried into the bedroom and deposited onto my bed.
Someone’s kissing my neck, while another mouth wraps around my nipple. A manly hand grips my chin and pulls me into a hot, passionate kiss—the kind that shoot tingles of pleasure to my core, making me yearn for more.
“Let there be light.” I hear Ollie’s voice as I lie in bed, surrounded by the Hunters.
Oh, no. I was afraid of this.
The ceiling light is pretty harsh . . . which is to say, it’s not flattering at all . . . which is to say, all the bumps and marks on my body will become glaringly obvious.
I open my eyes with alarm, only to see a soft, warm glow splashed onto all four walls of my bedroom. I look up to see my normal ceiling light—only it doesn’t blind me tonight for some reason.
“Somebody took a trip to the hardware store today,” Noah says.
“It only makes sense,” Ollie says. “Those candles were a huge pain in the ass to light up one by one. This dimmer is just going to make things easier in the future.”