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“I don’t claim to bring change or revolution in the world, but I’m glad my silly romance novels are helping people find acceptance in the community,” I say. “Many people have come forward claiming their sexuality. People are talking about it, and that’s what matters.”
“I mean, I wouldn’t have given it much thought either before you,” Ollie admits. “I’m kind of a one-woman man. Or multiple. I need to be at the center of the relationship and bed. But it’s different with you.”
“And we’re pushing all kinds of boundaries,” Artie says. “Before this, I never thought I would willingly see my brothers getting naked.”
That earns him a chuckle from everyone. They’re right. The idea is weird, but it feels so good. It feels the same way when I’m creating stories to make people swoon and feel something.
“So why did you have writer’s block in the first place?” Ed asks. At the same time, the others ask mundane questions, but his hits home.
“It’s complicated.”
“We’re all ears,” Ollie says. “And it’s not like we have anything better to do anyway.”
I sigh. “Well, it started with my ex. He dumped me out of nowhere. One minute, we were planning to co-write a book, and the next, he moved out and told me that he wasn’t feeling anything. A month later, my agent called to tell me that my ex had pitched her a book that she thought was vaguely familiar to a story I had brainstormed with her the previous year. Which I had.”
“He stole your book,” Ed says flatly.
I nod. “Yeah, he did. And not only that, he found an agent with that manuscript and pitched it to my publisher. Thankfully, they didn’t proceed since my agent had already called and sent them a desist notice.”
“Holy shit, Susie,” Artie says. My stomach flutters when he calls me that. My parents used that nickname when I was younger, and I’m transported back to my warm childhood. I realize that I feel the same kind of comfort around the brothers, which is weird because it’s not even been forty-eight hours since I met them. But I haven’t felt this kind of connection with any of my partners in the past. And I feel as strongly for each of them.
“No wonder you lost your will to write,” Ollie says. “I wish I could get that motherfucker. I would have strangled him with my bare hands.”
“It’s all right,” I say, putting a placating hand on his thigh. “I’m past it now.”
Ollie visibly relaxes and even smiles.
“I don’t want to be avenged. I want to forget that asshole for good,” I say. “I don’t feel anything for him.”
“That’s the best way to move on,” Artie says. “I’m proud of you, Sooz.”
“Thanks, you guys,” I say. Ollie leans over to kiss me again. This one leaves me with more butterflies. I want nothing more than to take this back to the bedroom, but I’ve been thinking about a different approach.
“I’m glad we’re able to help you not only with the research but also the process itself,” Artie says.
“You have no idea,” I say before biting my lip.
“Everything okay?” Ollie asks.
“I’ve been thinking about something, but only if you guys are open to it,” I say slowly.
“I love the back door,” Ollie says, smirking at me. “And you have a glorious ass.”
I laugh. “That’s not what I wanted to talk about.”
“What is it?” Artie says.
“I need a deeper dive into the relationships I’m building in my book.” I hesitate before quickly adding, “Don’t worry, Ed, it’s just for the sex scenes.”
“All right,” Ed says. “What do you want?”
I take a deep breath. I don’t know how asking for this is more complex than group sex, but somehow it is.
“I want one-on-one sessions with each of you,” I say.
The brothers look at each other.
“In reverse harems, the main character has a shared connection with all of her love interests and individual threads that bind them together to make each relationship plausible. By that, I mean she loves her men in their own ways.”
