Our Love Story

I don’t care who hears my cries of ecstasy.

Scratch that.

I do care.

I want to wake the guys all up with my orgasm.

I want them to lie awake imagining my pussy filled with their cock, my mouth, my ass, my hands, my tits. I want them to imagine the first time they take my virginity, and I want them to be ready for tomorrow.* * *The dawn is just breaking across the sky, and the light wakes me. After Ethan left last night I tossed and turned for hours. So, at the first sign of daybreak, I let myself outside, more than ready to greet this day.

I know exactly what I plan on happening.

Wearing an oversized hoodie that I’m guessing is Mason’s, I walk down the beach looking at shells while letting the warm blue sea water crash over my toes.

Birds fly overhead, chirping about their morning, and then in the distance, I see a pack of dolphins dancing on the waves.

I’m so caught up in this reverie that when someone comes up behind me grabbing me at the waist, I don’t recognize that I’m in danger until it is too late.

At first, I think it must be Noah tickling me. Or maybe Mason wanting me to know he’s making omelets.

But no.

No.

No.

“I’ve got you now, you little whore,” Jordan growls in my ear.

“Let me go,” I cry as loudly as possible, hoping my screams are loud enough for the guys to hear me.

But no one hears me. No one runs for me. They are all still asleep.

The only person who has me is the one man I fear, the man I don’t trust.

Jordan.

I can’t break free of his hold. I push and try to free myself, but it’s too late. He pulls me away, dragging me from the beach.

Away from the guys’ mansion.

Away from the guys.

Away from the only place I’ve ever felt truly safe in my life.Chapter SixteenEthanI jump from my bed, my cock still hard. I swear I’ve had a permanent hard-on ever since I laid eyes on Chloe.

My desire for her was at an all-time high last night, in her bed. I wanted so much more from her then.

I want everything from her now.

I wanted to pull down her panties, plunge my cock into her bare pussy and have my way with her. I want it so fucking badly it makes my cock ache. My heart aches too; I’ve never wanted anyone like this.

But now I can’t think about that. Because I know something is wrong.

I swear to God, I heard cries on the beach. The sounds startled me awake. I jump, pulling on my sweats and run toward Chloe’s door.

Her bed is empty. And I call for her, not receiving an answer. Running down the stairs into the kitchen, I see she’s not there either.

I shout for her, pulling open the sliding glass door and screaming her name.

Nothing. There’s nothing on the beach but a few birds darting into the ocean looking for breakfast.

“Chloe!” I scream again. Where is she?

The guys hear me, racing down the stairs to see what is happening. Mason, Noah, and Enzo enter the kitchen, eyes full of fear, hair ruffled, intensity pulsing around us.

They know something is wrong. Just like I do.

“It’s Chloe, she’s not here. I think I heard crying or screaming on the beach... We have to find her.”

It’s like we all go into Rambo mode at once, pulling on shoes and heading out the door on a mission. There is only one goal in my mind—finding Chloe.

I swear to God, if I get her in my arms—when I get her in my arms—I’ll never let her go again. I know the other guys feel the same way because their shoulders are tense, their biceps are flexed, ready for vengeance.

No one takes Chloe without our permission.

And we sure as hell have no intention of giving anyone that.

We run down the beach, stopping at the location that Enzo and Mason found her.

“Where the hell did she go?” Mason asks.

“I bet it was Jordan,” I say. I have read tons of articles about him, and I’ve been receiving documents from the PI all week on what a creepy asshole he is. “He’s sketchy as fuck and wants to claim her as his own. He’s one of those guys who doesn’t want to lose and he thinks Chloe is a prize he deserves. Chloe would never have left without telling us.”

It’s true. Besides, she has no money or wallet or identification. She’s been terrified of going anywhere out of our sight, so I don’t believe she would have left this early in the morning, alone.

Our girl has nowhere to go.

We are the only men who can protect her. The only men who will ever protect her.

We are hers and she is ours.

And last night, when I held her in her bed, I know she knew that.