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When she leaves us, Mitch nudges me. “Can you feel it? Smell it? She’s ready for us.”

“What are you talking about?” I frown, trying to play coy.

“The full moon is rising, and her heat is coming. I could smell her sweet slick. I wonder if she’s ever had an alpha before. She seems thirsty for some dick.”

“Hammer dick,” Cole mutters, which is funny because he doesn’t normally make jokes. He’s more stoic, but I can see his need in his eyes. Our heat is affected by the moon, too.

I can’t deny that they’re right, that I feel the connection too, but I want to take things slow.

“She’s ours, Adrian,” Tim adds. “I know it, you know it.”

“Our heat is coming, Adrian. Tonight’s the night.” Mitch smirks at me. “I say we show her what she’s missing, what she needs more than anything in this world. What do you say?”

“If you say so.” I know so. She’s the one that’s going to be ours forever.

CHAPTER 2

JOSIE

Holy cow,it’s a hot day in LA. This summer flower is beginning to wilt under the California sun.

I’m on my back porch, lounging in a bikini as I watch the guys work. It’s getting late, and I offered them dinner, but they declined, saying they wanted to finish up. They didn’t want the pizza but thanked me for the beers.

Each of these men have my hoo-ha going bananas. There’s Cole, the dark and quiet one. He’s got green eyes that contrast with his black skin, and a shaved head. He’s tall, like a basketball player, but buff, making me think of how he could throw me over his shoulder, toss me on my bed like I weigh lighter than a feather, and hammer his big cock right into me. Then there’s Mitch. He’s got tan skin and is always smiling and flirting. A happy-go-lucky guy who tells me that my lemonade hits the spot every time. I know he could hit my spot good if I let him. There’s Jake who is also a flirt—very much a flirt—who makes sexual innuendos that make me laugh and make his big, buff friend Adrian smack him on the head and tell him to behave. Jake is definitely a looker, with blond hair, blue eyes, and a tall, leanswimmer body. Tim wears glasses and would almost look like a nerd if he wasn’t so beefy. And he definitely doesn’t look nerdy slamming his hammer down while he builds my patio deck. Adrian, though, is the standoffish one, who looks like he wants to chew me out every time he sees me. Not in a nasty way, but more in a possessive alpha male kind of way. It makes my body tingle every time I catch his eyes wandering to my bust, which I have on full display.

I’m thirty-eight, a widow, and haven’t had a real orgasm all my life. I thought that pleasing my husband was the only thing I was good for. It was what I was raised to believe in the quiet conservative community. My husband Howard was older, handsome, and the pastor of my family’s fundamentalist church. I was seventeen when he first approached me and made me feel like I was beautiful, something Mama and Daddy never did. I was the ugly duckling compared to my sisters. I was the youngest, and Daddy said that I wasn’t his most of the time. But Howard told me I reminded him of his dead daughter, who he missed so much. He was forty and I was seventeen, and I wanted someone to take care of me. To love me. So, he used that to his advantage. Groomed me, made me the perfect submissive wife. He caught me that time of the month when Mama said the Devil possessed me. I needed a cock, needed one bad, and he was offering.

To say it was subpar was an understatement, but it helped enough that I was okay. Only, when I got knocked up, my daddy insisted the bastard marry me. So, I was an eighteen-year-old bride, walking down the aisle to marry some guy who was old enough to be my father. Only two years younger than my dad.

To say it was a horrible, cruel marriage was an understatement. So, when he had a heart attack fucking his nineteen-year-old secretary, I felt relieved. I was free. And he leftme everything he owned. And that was more than he’d ever let me spend.

So, what did I do? I bought a house right on the beach, with a large pool and a gate that leads to a private beach open to all those in the community. However, the house was definitely a bachelor pad, and I needed to get it remodeled as soon as possible. Then suddenly, an ad for these guys came up, the Hammer Brothers. I can’t say that the picture of them shirtless, while holding hammers on their ad didn’t do it for me. I was practically salivating. My time of the month when I needed some cock was coming up, and without any takers for the last year, I was struggling to survive the night of the full moon.

I decided that I not only wanted them to work on my house but to work on me, too. Five cocks sounded like a lot, but I could use a good pounding, and my pussy pulsed just thinking about it.Five guys does sound pretty satisfying.

I pull myself up and wave at the boys, who are just finishing cleaning up for the day. “If you boys want any pizza, please feel free to come in. The door is unlocked.”

Pizza. That’s my keyword. I say it as I’m ogling them with my big blue eyes and pushing up my bosom. They all look right at my tits. I smile and give them a little wave before sashaying my hips as I walk into my house. I hope they catch on, or I may have to resort to a neon sign with an arrow pointing to my bedroom. I leave the door unlocked and placed the pizza that was delivered thirty minutes ago on the counter with plates for them.

I wait in my bikini on my couch, watching bad reality TV for a while before my eyes start to droop. I yawn and look out the window to see that the pool house lights are shut off and sigh. They either didn’t want to take me up on my offer, or they went out for the night. Either way, it’s a loss for me.

“What are you even thinking? You’re in your late thirties, woman! They’re probably ten years younger than you,” I say to myself.

They’re probably a few years older than my daughter. Though I was only eighteen when I had her, it’s still hard to picture myself with a twenty-something-year-old man, let alone five of them.Fiveof them. What am I thinking? I’m nuts to want to have sex with five men, let alone ones that are working for me, younger, and aren’t even interested in me in the first place. I’m hopeless.

I drag myself to my large master bedroom and my bed that’s big enough for ten people. My friend Ronnie suggested it since she wanted me to throw a big orgy to get back in the saddle.“Maybe you’ll have that first orgasm.”

I wanted to laugh. I’ve had an orgasm. Ones I’ve given myself before, but my husband was no help. Ever. He was a taker, an abuser, and stopped fucking me when I turned thirty. Yet I wasn’t allowed to have any affairs, unlike him.

The first time I caught him with a younger woman, I threatened divorce. That was when the beatings started. Before that, he was rough during sex, which I liked, but he came so fast that I never actually got to come, and he never asked if it was good for me or if I enjoyed it. He just turned over and fell asleep. To say I’m glad he’s dead is an understatement. And now I plan to live my life to the fullest, so I bought the big bed but haven’t used it.

I get ready for bed, but for some reason, instead of wearing my normal PJ shorts and a tank top, I decide to just sleep in the nude. Maybe that will get me hot and bothered, and I’ll fuck myself to sleep. But before I can even touch myself, my eyes flutter closed, and I’m falling into a deep slumber.

“We shouldn’t be here,” a voice that’s vaguely familiar says.

“Shut up, you’ll wake her. I just want to watch her sleep.”

“Perv.”

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