Our Love Story

“Who else is going to step up?”

“I don’t know,” she says. “But if you don’t ask, no one can have the chance to offer. You call these business meetings, but it is really you just telling everyone what to do.”

“No one wants to help…”

Chloe cuts me off, her finger pressing against my lips. “No more excuses, Ethan.”

I raise an eyebrow. This woman has no problem calling any of us on our shit. And damn, I fucking love that about her.

“I don’t want to mess anything up, Chloe, and fuck things up for you. I want to make sure we give you the security in life you’ve never had before but deserve.”

Tears gather in Chloe’s bright blue eyes. “Oh, Ethan,” she says, wrapping her arms around me, pressing her body against mine. So close she can feel how hard I am for her, so close I feel her hard nipples, her desire nearly dripping from her skin. “I don’t deserve a man like you. You are so good to me.”

“I love you, Chloe.”

“I love you too, Ethan, but you don’t need to worry so much. Just being here with you guys is the only security I need. Heck, I went to college for accounting. I know how to take care of myself if needed. I can contribute. You aren’t responsible for taking care of all of us.”

I kiss her, hard. Our mouths open just like our hearts. Her body moving against mine with a feverish desire. Her hands run through my hair, my hands run over her body, needing her stripped to nothing, needing her legs to part and pussy bare. Needing to press my length deep inside of her, exactly where we both are desperate for me to be.

I hold her face with both hands. “I want you to have more than you’ve had, Chloe. I want to give you the world.”

As my cock presses inside her, our foreheads touch, our bodies collide.

“I don’t need the world. I just need you. I need my four men.”

We come together, my cock thrusting into her until she is spent, until my come fills her core, until we forget the pain we’ve seen and we come, remembering this moment, the one right here.

The moment where the world disappears and all we are left with is one another.Chapter 30ChloeThe beach house Ethan found for us, is only a few blocks from where the ExSports are held, right in Santa Monica. It’s gorgeous, all bright white, modern, and the sort of house you see in Architectural Digest. I am so freaking far from the shitty college dorms of last year I can’t quite believe it.

There are two rooms on the main floor for Mason, and I drop my bags there too.

“When Amy gets here, she can have the other main floor room,” Mason says, wheeling toward me. His arms are so strong, and as he wheels around they flex, turning me on so much. I miss Mason’s body, his caring and tender way about him. He is a generous lover, always wanting to take care of me and loving to watch as I take care of myself.

I remember being in Jamaica with him. How I spread my legs on the beach before we ever slept together. How I fingered myself until I came, with him watching. I bit my bottom lip, thinking I ought to give him that show tonight, knowing he’d love it and it might make him hate his situation a little less.

“What are you smiling about, baby?” he asks, his hands reaching for my waist. I lean down and kiss him, his warm lips so inviting.

“I was thinking about you and me having a little fun tonight.”

He frowns. “Amy’s coming in around ten tonight. I’m guessing we’ll be busy.”

I lift an eyebrow. “Then no time like the present.”

But before Mason can answer, a representative from Black Bull is here, with a camera crew, ready for a photo shoot. Apparently, Mason’s injury has gotten enough online press that their fans want an inside story on what happened that day. I’d forgotten all about it, or rather, had been telling myself that it wasn’t actually going to happen.

The idea of being on camera terrified me. And all eyes would be on all five of us as we replayed the details of the day.

Of course, we’d leave out the part where all five of us had planned an afternoon orgy post picnic.

“Is this really happening?” I ask as Mason grabs my hand.

“You’ll be perfect.”

“Where is Chloe?” the Black Bull lady asks as make-up artists and camera men begin setting up all around the beautiful home.

“I’m Chloe,” I say, as Mason and I make our way into the open living room. The other guys smile widely at me when I enter. I feel their attention and love wrap around me like a blanket. I swear that today I won’t get insecure or defensive. I am in love with the four greatest men the world has ever known and they love me back.