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)
Still, Liam doesn’t seem to mind. He shoots me a hungry smile as he kisses my throat and moves down to the valley between my breasts. He takes a deep breath, making me feel self-conscious about how I smell for the second time this morning.
As Liam latches onto my nipple, Ollie’s hand wanders south and slips under the waistband of the sweatpants I wear to bed.
I gasp when his fingers find my lower lips. Instinctively, I arch my back, which only pushes my ass back against his hard package behind me.
“You’re wet,”Ollie whispers from behind me. “You like being with two guys at the same time, Ava?”
I want to shake my head, but Ollie would know I’m lying. My panties are drenched.
“Yeah.” My voice comes out in a sigh that’s heavily laced with arousal.
Suddenly, we hear three knocks on the door and stop, looking at one another.
It’s probably the other Hunter brothers behind that door, and they’ve probably heard my want-filled moans . . .
Are they joining us?
Do I want them to?
Before I reach a decision, Liam pulls the covers up to cover my chest and says, “Who’s there?”
The door creaks open and Noah sticks his head in through the gap. “I don’t want to interrupt you guys, but there’s someone at the door and he says there’s an emergency and you need to see him. He won’t tell me who he is or why.”
Liam
I have a bad feeling about this.
I get out of bed and follow Ava down the hallway. The framed photographs she hangs on the walls look interesting, but I have no time to take a closer look because Ava’s already at the door.
I can hear bits of her conversation with the man who’s apparently come to let her know of an emergency.
“Hi,” Ava says tentatively. She doesn’t seem to know the guy. That’s not a good sign.
“Are you Ava Green?” the guy asks.
“Yes. I was told there’s an emergency.”
There’s a pause as the man hands her an envelope.
Oh, no you don’t.
“You just got served,” the guy says before he turns on his heels and walks away.
“Wait. What’s the emergency?” Ava asks.
“There’s no emergency,” I say from behind her in the hallway.
“Then why . . .?” Ava frowns as she turns to look at me. All signs of arousal have disappeared into thin air, replaced by anxiety. She drops her gaze to the brown envelope in her hands. “What’s this?”
“It’s a . . . I’ll have to take a look at it, but it seems like you may have come across a legal issue,” I say, trying to put the problem in the nicest, least threatening way I can.
It won’t do to tell her, “You’re being sued.” She already looks like she’s about to cry.
“What legal issue?” she asks, her voice shaking.
“Don’t worry about it,” I say. “It’s probably nothing. Maybe you forgot to cut your grass and the city’s giving you a small fine for that. I’ll have to look through the document to make sure.”
“Oh. Okay. How much is the fine for uncut grass?” she asks, confusion filling her kind eyes. “I did forget to do it a couple of weeks ago, I think. That was when Joseph was coming here all the time, and I didn’t want to run into him outside.”
“So you were just hiding inside the house because you didn’t want to see him?”
Ava nods, and the small gesture fills me with anger and sympathy.
I want to kill that Joseph guy for putting Ava through hell. At the same time, I’d do anything to keep her safe from him.
“What time do you have to be at the school today?” I ask.
“Oh, shoot!” Ava exclaims. “It’s Monday, isn’t it?” She looks around and pats her pockets, presumably in an attempt to find her phone. “What time is it?”
I hold up one finger to Ava. “Give me a second. With the five of us around here, there’s a lot of things you don’t have to do yourself.”
I shoot her a smile, then I pop my head into the living room, where Nathan and Mason are still sleeping on the two couches, while Noah’s playing with his phone on an air mattress.
“What time is it?” I ask Noah.
“Seven,” he says.
“Seven,” I repeat to Ava.
“What? I’m late!” Ava rushes down the hallway, handing me the envelope as she passes by.
With her footsteps thudding against the dark wood flooring, she disappears into her bedroom. It’s not long until I hear the sounds of her wardrobe doors and drawers being hastily opened and closed.
I breathe a sigh of relief. At least she won’t be hovering over my shoulder as I look through the document. She won’t see how worried I really am.
I mean, Ava’s just a high school teacher—and a new one at that. Who the fuck is suing her?