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It was the sexiest sight in the world.

The only cum she’d ever be full of was theirs. He pressed a kiss to the base of her back, and took a seat, watching as Tank took his turn.

This time, she was moved to her back, and Tank kissed her as he made love to her. Trick wanted her again, but he would wait his turn.

It felt like they had all been waiting for her for forever, each one of them looking for that one special person to call their own but never finding her.

Tank came, and his release echoed around the room. No one stopped it, and it was an amazing sight to see.

Edge moved back into position, but they didn’t move her. They made love to her, Edge coming in deep, and then Dig finished his turn. When they had all come, they moved back toward her, touching her, bringing her to not one, but three orgasms, before she finally passed out from the exhaustion.

Trick kissed her lips. “She is perfect,” he said.

“We have to keep her,” Junior said. “I know who her mother is, but I don’t want to give her up.”

“One night and you’re all ready to throw your hearts in?” Edge asked.

“Aren’t you?” Tank asked. “I’ve seen the way you look at her. The way we all look at her. She’s not some piece of ass. She just claimed a part of each of us, and I don’t want to lose that.”

“Me neither,” Dig said.

“Then we’re all in agreement. Leah is here to stay,” Edge said.

****

It was way too early to be up, but Leah needed a clear head. She snuck out of her room and took a quick shower before heading downstairs to the kitchen. She put the coffeepot on, and made her way outside with a hot, steaming cup.

When this week started, she’d been a virgin. She hadn’t been with any man. Now she’d been with five men.

Did that make her like her mother?

Gritting her teeth, she was so confused.

Those men were not clients. She wasn’t being paid to sleep with them. They weren’t her friends either.

She had no never been this confused about anything in her life. This wasn’t finding one man to settle down with.

There were five men upstairs, each of them, so different and yet, she felt things for them.

Was it love?

She didn’t have a clue what it was or what it even meant. Her life had gotten so complicated.

Five men. That wasn’t natural.

She could already hear the rumors now.

Slut. Whore. Tramp.

Each vile insult spread her way, and what she felt for all of them, was equal. She wasn’t using them. Last night wasn’t dirty to her; it had been magical.

“I figured I’d find you out here,” Edge said, a steaming cup in his hand as he climbed onto the bench beside her.

He wasn’t wearing any shoes. He wore jeans and a shirt. His hair was a mess.

“Do you want me to cook you breakfast?” she asked.

“No, I want you to talk to me.”

“There’s nothing to talk about.”

“I’ve watched you, Leah. I know the kind of woman your mom is, and well, I did a little research on you. You’re a good girl, and you’ve had a hard life. It doesn’t take a genius like me to realize you’re going through a lot of crap right about now. Talk to me.”

She took a deep breath, wanting to lie. “I’m a slut.”

“To the outside world maybe. To jealous bitches who want to be you, yes. To me and the guys, you’re not. You’re perfect.”

She looked at him. “How can I be perfect? I had sex with five men last night.”

“And all of us wanted you, only you, Leah. I know this isn’t perfect. Far from it in fact. There’s nothing we can do about this. We can only do what is right for us. All five of us want you. The only question is, do you want us?” Edge asked.

She nodded her head.

“I’m going to need you to speak up. I don’t like there being any confusion.”

“Yes. You know I do. How can you doubt it after last night?”

“Last night was special to all of us. We all wanted you, and I loved it,” Edge said.

“How can you want to share?” she asked. “Doesn’t it make you jealous?”

“What would make me jealous is if you picked one of us and left the others out to dry,” Tank said.

She turned to see all the men joining them, each of them with a steaming cup. Tank took up the position beside her, while Dig, Junior, and Trick took the bench in front of her.

“If you want to choose, that’s fine,” Junior said.

“I wouldn’t get any of you,” she said.

“That’s right,” Dig said. “It’s all of us, or none of us. Do you have a favorite?”

“No,” she said, meaning it. “I … like you all.” It was way too early to say love. What they shared was sex, not love. There was no confusing the two.