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OLIVIA
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“Okay,” Nolan leans toward me conspiratorially, “we have to make a pitstop at a place in Brooklyn before we do anything else.”
“For what?” I ask as he links his fingers with mine.
“Some space Grant wants an opinion on,” Lake says from the front seat.
It is not unusual for the guys to be directly involved with each other’s businesses. Sawyer provides legal counsel for everyone. Lake does all the security on their shared properties. Nolan is a jack of all trades and slides in where needed. Grant has the clubs and restaurants we stick to, because beyond our group not many people know we’re in a poly relationship. It just makes sense to keep to places where we can be ourselves together.
We haven’t told any of the families except for Nolan’s mom. She already knew he was bisexual and was not surprised to hear we were all in a relationship. Lake’s sister knows, as does his aunt, but that’s the extent of any familial knowledge. Eventually we’ll tell everyone, but we’re still working through how we work together as well.
I’m surprised at the neighborhood when we step out of the car. It looks so residential. Looking up the street of brownstone townhomes, I don’t see one business or awning indicating there is anything commercial. My confusion must be showing all over my face because Lake and Nolan share an amused look with each other.
“What’s that look for?” I point back and forth between them. “What are you plotting? What is going on?”
The front door swings open in front of us, Sawyer and Grant fill the frame. My breath catches at the sight of them side by side, both in suits. Sawyer’s staple navy Tom Ford suit with a cream shirt and sliver tie is still pristine. He always looks perfectly polished and put together. His chestnut waves are the only thing askew, and he jogs the half flight of stone stairs and sweeps me into his arms with a boyish smile on his handsome face.
“Hi,” I giggle as he spins us in a hug. His lips cover mine before I can say anything else. The kiss is long and gentle, full of all the longing of the past month we’ve been separated. I whimper when he puts me down and ends the kiss.
“My turn,” the deep rumble comes from our left where Grant is standing. Anticipatory chills ripple across my skin, even under my layers of clothing. The darkness in his voice and predatory look in his green eyes let me know that as soon as we’re alone together I’m in for a very good time.
“Hello.” I slide my cold hands inside his suit jacket as I rise to my toes and press my lips against his. He takes my mouth with utter dominance, and I melt in his embrace. It’s taken us a long time to get where we are now. Guilt on his part and trauma in my past had laid a veritable minefield in our path, but we’ve found the sweet spot now.
His hands run through my blonde waves as he tilts my head back to take the kiss deeper. “Welcome home, Olivia,” he whispers against my lips.
I’m so lost in him that it takes a second for what he said to register. My eyes fly wide open as I look up at him. “What?”
“He said, ‘Welcome home,’” Sawyer says as he smiles at me, a key hanging from his finger.
“I don’t—” I stumble over my words as I grab the key. “I don’t understand. Whose home is this?”
“Ours, Livvy.” Nolan grabs my other hand and leads me up the steps and through the front door.
“Oh my God.” I can’t believe it as I look around the renovated space. “Oh my God,” I say again as the shock settles in.
“Save the ‘oh my Gods’ for later,” Nolan says with a wink.
Lake’s arms wrap around me from behind as he kisses my neck. “This was really hard to keep secret.”
“Come on, let us show you everything.” Excitement lights Grant’s face as he pulls me to the front room. “The living room.” He sweeps his arm out.
Nolan’s baby grand piano sits next to large double windows. The walls are a crisp white with black trim. The floors are original walnut. A large stone fireplace is surrounded by built-in bookcases on either side. The couch and chairs look oversized and soft, the perfect place to lounge around all day and read while Nolan plays the piano.
A corridor connects the living room through a butler’s pantry turned wet bar to the open kitchen and family room. A wall of windows opens to a patio with a small yard. The kitchen is magnificent. Two islands of workspace, with white marble counters and black cabinetry. The cabinets along the wall are white. An eight-burner stove, double ovens, and two refrigerators fill the rest of the space. Modern metal light fixtures hang over both islands and the large kitchen table, giving warm light to a space that could feel cold otherwise.
The family room has an enormous sectional, big enough for all five of us to spread out on together. They pull me through all the rooms in the house, the office space, their individual bedrooms, which are perfectly designed for each of them, and a home theater. Five levels of opulence until we reach the room they created for me.
The four of them exchange a look before opening the door and ushering me inside. I’m speechless as I take the space in. The centerpiece of the room is large bed, big enough for all of us should it be a night for group activities, with a pale silver tufted headboard. One wall has two sets of french doors leading out onto a rooftop deck. As I walk over to the doors, I realize there is a perfect view of Manhattan and the Brooklyn Bridge.
Nestled in every corner of the room are large tropical plants, the green adding a vibrancy to the stark whites and silvers of the decor. Under the windows across from the bed is a chaise lounge with what I’m sure is a weighted blanket, a tool that Sawyer discovered helps me through my anxious moments.
I follow Grant into the bathroom and gasp at the beauty. In the center of the bathroom is a freestanding tub with a crystal chandelier overhead. A marble shower stands to one side, with dual sinks and separated vanities across from it. Through an arched doorway is a massive walk-in closet with more space than I could probably ever need.
When I turn around, they’re all looking at me, different versions of joy and hope with a dash of apprehension on all their faces. Warmth rushes through me, and tears burn my eyes as I look at them. These four men are more than I ever thought I deserved and continue to blow me away with their consideration and support.
