by Smyth, R. A
I didn’t know it until this moment, but this is my dream house. It’s fucking perfect.
We all unpack, and I quickly don a bikini and get comfy in the hot tub out the back—yeah, the house even has a hot tub! The guys soon join me, looking hot as fuck in their trunks, with a beer in hand. Preston hands me a glass of white wine before sitting down beside me. Yeah, I drink wine now. Well, I’ve discovered the best way to finish the day in this new life of mine, is with a glass of wine, surrounded by my guys, just like we’re doing right now. This right here, this moment, this is what life is all about.
Ty sinks down onto the bench on my other side, Aiden and Barrett opposite us. My eyes are automatically drawn to the tattoo on Barrett’s chest. It covers the scar he was left with after his surgery, but that’s not why he got it. The tattoo is of a circle interlinked with three ovals, all of which are shaped to form a triangle. Aiden and Ty have the same one, and now so does Preston.
He and Barrett came home with them a couple of months after we left Crescentwood. Aiden and Ty would never let on, but I think it meant as much to them as it did to me. The four of them are brothers now, the five of us are a family. A dysfunctional, unorthodox family, but who gives a shit about societal norms? We have each other and we’re fucking happy. That’s all that matters.
“You like the house then?” Barrett asks, sipping from his beer.
“It’s beautiful,” I tell them, still in awe. “You’re going to have to drag me kicking and screaming from it on Sunday,” I laugh.
The guys all laugh and smile around me. Aiden and Ty sharing a look that I can’t decipher.
“What if we didn’t leave on Sunday?” Ty says, confusing me.
“Do we have it for longer than just the weekend?”
He just shrugs his shoulder, giving me a non-answer.
“Well, whatever day we leave, you’re going to have to deal with my sour mood.”
“What if we never leave?” Ty says, trying a slightly different approach. I’m still not picking up what he’s dropping down though. As much as I’d love to stay here, we can’t. One of the few rules we all agreed upon when we started our new lives was that we would all be equal. Barrett and Preston have a fuck-ton of money. After Barrett’s dad died, he received his inheritance and half of his dad's net worth. Preston’s dad was officially declared dead ten months ago. He didn’t have a will or anything in place, so Preston got the keys to everything. Like Barrett, he didn’t want any of it. The two of them sold off any assets they had, but they still have more money in the bank than Aiden, Ty and I could accrue in five lifetimes.
So to avoid any arguments, we all agreed to live a modest life. Preston and Barrett agreed surprisingly easily, and have adapted well to not relying on money. It took a while before they got the art of cooking and doing their own washing, but for the most part, they don’t miss the money at all.
So, yeah, as much as I’d love this house. It’s not in our budget right now. Maybe at some point in the future.
“Eh, I think the owners might want it back at some point,” I laugh, assuming Ty’s joking.
“I dunno,” Barrett says. “I’ve heard the owners are pretty reasonable people. Of course, you might have to pay them some rent…preferably in the form of sexual favours.”
“What?” I screech. “What the hell, Barrett! I’m not fucking some old guy—” I cut myself off at the salacious grin across his face.
“You’re fucking with me,” I laugh, splashing him with water.
Setting his beer down, he moves across the small space until he’s in front of me, pulling me into him.
“I’m being completely serious, baby girl.” There’s a glint of humour in his eyes, but other than that, his face is serious. “You can stay in my house any time,” he murmurs, bending down to lick a path up my neck that leaves me panting, scrabbling to understand his words.
“You’re house?”
“Our house,” Preston growls from behind me, reaching out to run his hands up my sides. When did he move? I turn around to look at him, intending to ask him what he’s talking about, but instead he captures my lips in his, biting at my lips until I part beneath him, granting him access.
He dips his tongue into my mouth, kissing me deeply and passionately. I can feel Barrett’s dick growing against my pussy, turned on by watching me kiss his best friend, his brother.
I pull back from Preston’s lips as I feel the water move around me, Aiden and Ty moving closer so all four of them are circling me.
“Our house,” Ty reiterates, reminding me of our conversation before I got distracted.
Seeing that I’m still not quite understanding what they're saying, or maybe more that I can’t wrap my head around what I think they are getting at. Surely not, though? There’s no way they did what I think they did.
“All of ours,” Aiden whispers from my other side, drawing my gaze his way.
“This house is ours?” I murmur in awe.
No. Fucking. Way.
He smiles, the look filled with love and warmth, telling me without words that I’m right. This house is ours. We own it. Holy shit.
Preston kisses his way up the side of my neck, his ministrations driving me to distraction.
“How?” I pant, barely able to get the words out as Barrett hooks his fingers in the lining of my bikini bottoms, slowly pulling them down over my ass until he can slip them off.
He presses his finger against my clit, causing me to arch my back. I’ve no idea what the answer was to my question, or if anyone even answered, and suddenly I don’t care.
Aiden and Ty move in, taking advantage of the gap to pull down my bikini top. Ty sucks my peaked nipple into his mouth, the sensation making me cry out, as Aiden pinches and twists my other one.
Fuck. I can feel them everywhere, all over me. Hands roam all over my body, driving me wild as I switch between grinding against Barrett’s dick and rubbing my ass against Preston’s.
Barrett slips his fingers inside of me, groaning at how wet he finds me. He only pumps them in and out of me a couple of times before I feel the swollen head of his cock at my entrance, pushing through my folds before my pussy clamps down on him, sucking him into me, both of us moaning in pleasure.
As soon as he’s seated deep inside me, I can feel Preston at my back entrance. The feeling of fullness, of having both of them at once, is otherworldly. It’s fucking insane how good it feels.
Flicking my eyes to Aiden and Ty, I find them both fisting their own large erections. Fuck, that sight is so fucking hot.
Reaching out, I take over the motions, running my hand up and down their thick girths as Barrett and Preston start to move inside me, quickly finding a rhythm and setting a hard, fast pace.
It’s not long until I can feel the tingles of an oncoming orgasm, my hand tightens around Aiden and Ty’s dicks as my pussy clamps down on Barrett’s, all four of them groaning as I crash over the edge, crying out my release.
A few more thrusts have Preston and Barrett reach their orgasms too, the three of us panting as we sag against one another.
Untangling myself from them, I move to straddle Ty. I can still feel Barrett’s cum inside of me as I lower myself onto Ty’s erection, his fingers digging into my hips.
Looking over my shoulder, I smile seductively at Aiden until he moves in behind me, taking Preston’s position as he easily slides into me, once again filling me full.
With Aiden and Ty already close to exploding, and my body still sensitive and on edge from my last orgasm, the three of us soon reach our peak, low groans and moans coming from us as we fall apart.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Barrett murmurs from beside me, making me chuckle against Ty’s chest.
Turning to look at him, I see him stroking his semi-erect cock. I raise my eyebrows at him in surprise, but he only grins back cockily, waggling his eyebrows.
“I could definitely get used to this,” I sigh, climbing off Ty and settling on the bench beside him.
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br /> “I declare,” Barrett bellows, raising his beer in the air, “that hot-tub fiveways should be how we finish each and every day in our new house.”
We all burst out laughing and it’s only made worse as Ty raises his beer to clink it against Barrett’s. Even more surprisingly, Preston and Aiden do the same, the five of us laughing and relaxing back into the tub, talking about the house, Preston’s plans for the gym, Ty’s job.
Sitting back, I take it all in. The light smiles, the easy laughter. This is the future we always wanted. The future we fought for. We’re finally here, finally living it.
And damn, it’s pretty fucking perfect.
THE END
Wow that was intense! I have heard your requests for Oliver’s story and I am here to deliver…
I work in the darkness that is Black Creek.
I make my money however I can. If there’s a secret to uncover, a package to deliver, or a story to be told, I’m your girl.
It wasn’t always this way. Once upon a time, The Feral Beasts ruled over us with an iron fist. But they’re long gone now and the Antonelli family only cares for themselves and their money.
I’ve heard the whispers; The Reaper Rejects are growing their membership and want to take control of Black Creek. They even have support from a majority of the town.
Dante Antonelli isn’t going down without a fight.
Cain and his Reapers are prepared to rise.
Oliver is back in Black Creek with demons on his back.
I’ve always gone unnoticed, but the stakes have never been higher and I’m caught in a war I never wanted to be a part of.
Rebels & Rejects: Black Creek #1
I’m also working on another series set in the same world. This one is a dark academy bully RH. Check out the blurb below…
My name is Hadley Parker, and today is the first day of the rest of my life.
Today I start school at Pacific Prep. This is my new lease on life, and I won’t be wasting it.
I need this, now, more than ever. I need the education, the promise of a future that I wouldn’t get anywhere else.
These rich kids don’t like me though.
When Hawk Davenport decides he doesn’t want me here, his friends back him.
Along with Hawk, Westley Warren, Cam Rutherford, and Mason Hayes rule this school and nobody dares go against them.
They don’t know the real me. I won’t back down.
Broken Trust: Pacific Prep Book 1
Acknowledgements
I can’t believe this is the end of my debut series. It has been a complete whirlwind and there are so many people I’m thankful for and without whom this series would never have happened.
My husband who was certain my writing was just a hobby—you should know by now I love to prove you wrong. He’s always supportive, even if he can’t answer my strange questions on the best way to blow stuff up or how electromagnetic pulses work.
I also owe a huge thank you to my PA Nikki who keeps me in line and is constantly sorting out my messes. Not to mention all the amazing graphics and covers she has made for these books. She is next level amazing! I bet when she reached out to me demanding an ARC all those months ago she didn’t expect to be stuck with me for this long—but I’m sorry to tell her she’s never getting rid of me now!
I also owe a huge thank you to the other half of the Nikkis. She beta read this bad boy all by herself which is no small feat. She’s incredible and should also probably be made aware that this may be the end of the series but it’s not the end of our budding friendship and I’ll forever want her on my team!
Thank you to all my ARC readers and my street team for reading and reviewing and all the promotion you have done. To every bookstagrammer that reached out to me, promoted or shared a post, I am forever grateful! It may not seem like much, but your help and support mean everything to me.
A final thanks to each and every one of my readers. Seeing more and more of you picking up my book every day and loving it is the reason this series was completed so quickly (or at all). I hope this book has been everything you needed; a temporary escape from reality.
Books by R.A. Smyth
Crescentwood
Three Divisions
Two Forces
One Family
Pacific Prep
Broken Trust (coming soon)
Black Creek
Rebels & Rejects (coming soon)
About the Author
R.A. Smyth is an author of dark romance. She lives in the UK with her husband, although they frequently talk about moving to live abroad (so who knows).
She has always been an avid reader, starting from the Harry Potter books as a kid. It’s an interest that has grown into an obsession over the years and becoming an author has been a secret lifelong dream of hers.
When she’s not writing, Rachel enjoys spending time with her family, drinking cups of tea (or glasses of wine or gin) with a good book and exploring the small island of Ireland with her family.
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