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I go to follow, and he gestures for me to stay behind him. I really wouldn’t want to be my brothers right now.Harley looks scary as hell.He slams the massive, wooden doors open and pushes drunken people out of the way as I follow him. I can't see or hear much over the amount of people and noise from the loudspeakers, which make my ears feel like they are bleeding. I haven’t been to many parties because I just didn’t have the clothes or the time to go to them.

We pass through a dark kitchen, which has three couples making out on the counters. I keep my head down and try not to look around. I do spot the booze everywhere when we pass through a dining room, where there were teenagers dancing on the impressive, wooden table. We eventually make our way into a living area, with two massive speakers, one on either side of the largest TV I’ve ever seen. A music channel, with nearly naked girls dancing, is flashing across the screen. There are three black-leather sofas spread around the TV, with a couple on each of them. The room is dark, so I can't see much more.

Harley leans into me to shout. “I'm going to turn the electric off in the basement. Stay here, if anyone bothers you, tell them you’re with me, all right?” He sighs. “I'm so sorry about this, Izzy.” He tells me with a frown, taking off his jacket and throwing it onto a sofa next to a couple who don’t even notice.

I nod. “No problem, go.”

I lean against a wall next to the window in the lounge, looking out into the massive garden with a huge tree in the middle. There are lights all up the tree, highlighting a big tree house. The tree house currently has drunken people in it, and I watch as two bottles fall off and smash when they hit the ground.

Harley's going to kill our brothers.

It’s strange saying ‘our brothers’ when I’m used to having no one. My thoughts stop when large hands circle around my waist and pull me up against a hard chest. I look up, turn around, and push my hands into the chest of a massive man. He’s maybe a little shorter than Harley, but he is still impressive, with wavy, dirty-blond hair and a handsome face. He is gorgeous, even my ex, Devon, wasn’t this attractive. The man is wearing a tight, grey shirt and blue jeans, with a surfer-guy kind of look going on, and, holy crap, he has amazing muscles.

My hands tremble as I push them into his chest to push him away, but I’m only fooling myself as my hands want to stay there. The pretty guy grins at me and leans down even as I feel the hard muscles under my hands.

As his warm hands go to my hips, he says, “I haven't seen you before, and, trust me, I would remember. What’s your name, beauty?” he asks in a deep, seductive voice that makes my body shiver, and not because it’s cold.

I haven't been attracted to anyone since Devon, and, well, he was great.This guy has my stomach and nipples tightening from just one sentence.I bet he knows it because my boobs are pushed against his chest, a downside of being big chested.

"None of your business,” I sigh and clear my throat. “Look, I'm here with Harley, and I’m just waiting for him. So, you should let go,” I say as calmly as I can. I hope not to show my husky tone as my hands are still on his chest, and his hands are still on my hips running circles with his thumbs.This is turning me on, and I need to control myself.

“Harley is out of town, or this party wouldn't be happening. So, try again, beauty. What’s your name? Or will I just have to keep calling you ‘beauty’?” He grins and two beautiful dimples appear.How did I not notice these before?

“He is here,” I say strongly, getting angry now. I ignore his request and try to back out of his grip.

Sighing, he lets me go enough to gently grab my hand, and then he starts pulling me into another living room. This one has three desks and two sofas, so I’m guessing an office.The asshole that’s dragged me here shouts to a familiar-looking, dark-haired man making out with a pretty blonde, who’s grinding on his lap.

“Seb, come here a sec.” I frown at him as he winks at me.

Asshole, I have decided his name isAsshole, pulls me in front of him by grabbing my hips gently, but it's clear I can't move if I wanted to.I kind of don’t want to.What is wrong with me? This man is a stranger, and I’m in my brothers’ house and meant to be worrying about meeting them all for the first time.

The guy, Seb, kisses the girl gently then whispers something. She giggles and moves off of him. She slowly glares at me, looking me up and down before moving out of the room. I look back to see this ‘Seb’ now in front of me, and he is scowling as he looks me over.

Seb?Maybe that’s short for Sebastian. I remember that’s one of my brothers’ names. I look at him closely; I can see it the minute I look at his eyes.Just like mine. Sebastian looks nearly as tall as Harley but slightly shorter, I think. His hair’s cut short and looks perfect, done in a messy ‘I just got out of bed’ way. Sebastian is just as muscular as Harley, like he said they all are. My brothers must all go to the gym Harley owns, but as I look further, I see can Sebastian has a black eye and a cut lip. The asshole behind me is just as muscular, making me wonder if he goes to the gym a lot, too.I wonder if I can go just to see him take his top off.

“Who's this?” he asks Asshole behind me, maybe Hot-as-fuck Asshole is more appropriate for a nickname. Sebastian looks down at me with mild curiosity. “I’ve not seen you before, and I know everyone who’s invited here. You are not,” he says in a matter of fact way, and its pisses me off a little. But, with one smell, I know he has had a lot of alcohol tonight. So, I’m going to guess he might be nicer when he isn’t drunk.

“She won't tell me her name, just that she is waiting for Harley. Which is crazy, but she is beautiful, so I think we should let her stay,” Asshole says from behind me, like I’m not right in front of him.

At that moment, the music stops, and the house is suddenly silent and dark. The guys ignore me as they talk about the electricity going off and who is going to fix it. A few minutes later, as Sebastian tells some guy to go to check the electric, Harley stomps into the room. When he meets my eyes, I see pure anger in them, which is directed at the guy holding me. Before I know it, the Asshole is on the floor, while I'm pushed behind my brother’s back.

“Blake! What the fuck? Don’t touch her again,” he growls at the asshole on the floor, who looks shocked. He turns to me, asking gently, “You did tell him that you were waiting for me, right?”

I nod, smirking a little, and reply, “Yes, but the asshole wouldn't listen.”

Harley laughs lightly then turns back to Asshole, aka Blake, and Sebastian, who is still frowning at me. Harley exhales before looking at his brother.

Before he gets a chance to say anything, Sebastian loudly asks, “Who's this? Is this your new girlfriend? I think she looks a bit young for you, man.” He laughs.

“No, fuck no, she isn't my girlfriend. I’ll explain it all to you when all of us are here and the house is empty. So, start chucking them out.” He huffs and sits on the sofa. I wait for a little, until he frowns at me and gestures for me to sit by him.

“Tell me now, who is she?” Sebastian asks rudely, moving to stand in front of the sofa and looking down at me like he’s trying to work out a puzzle.

“Your sister, you idiot. Now get the others, and then we can chat. Her name is Izzy,” Harley says with a slight chuckle at Sebastian's face.Pure shock.

Sebastian looks shell-shocked for maybe a second, and then he smiles, grabbing me up off the sofa for a hug. I can hardly breathe by the time he drops me, carefully, back onto the sofa and smiles happily before he heads off.

I turn and see Blake standing by the door, inspecting me slowly before smirking, then leaving.

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