An abused musician is forced to move across state lines, her skills being forced to make more money. It isn't until she meets three other men, that she finally understands love.
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Willow Snow is a senior piano protégé, her life constantly in camer...
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The flight home, it was like I was precious glass. I couldn't pick up anything to heavy, no one could touch me except the three of them, and I wasn't able to wander. I was an artist and my soul loves to wander, my feet often moving me to look around wherever I was.
The flight itself I slept most of it, my body exhausted and sore from the day before activities. I would switch between each guy the entire time, and completely noticed the looks from the stewardess and other passengers that wouldn't mind heir own beeswax. I mean, come on.
I smiled when we finally got into a taxi, nestled between Theo and Finch while Ronan sat up front with the man. The man driving was older, with hazel almond shaped eyes that shone as soon as we stepped foot inside. Ronan had to sit up front next to him because of his height, a giggle escaping my lips as he grumbled.
The driver simply shot all of us a knowing look before talking quietly with Ronan, my eyebrows furrowing as he grinned over his shoulder to me. What was that doofus doing?
The trees quickly passed by us, but I could feel my face growing more and more confused. I didn't know these roads, I mean, I'd driven them before but that seemed like a thousand years ago when we went house hunting. Unless...
"You didn't!" I spun around to Theo, my eyes wide as his grin got just as large as my eyes did.
"We fucking did!" Finch fake squealed like a girl just as we pulled onto the private road, an even louder giggle escaping me. I watched the peak of the House begin to grow before the cab finally stopped, my body practically vibrating with how excited I was.
I quickly clambered over Theo, practically throwing open the door before falling out onto my butt right onto the gravel. "Willow!"
I giggled at the sound of Ronan's shout, pushing myself up and racing to the front door. "Last one there's a rotten egg!"
I giggled as I watched Finch practically sprint to me, Theo not all that far behind. They left Ronan to grumble and pay the cab driver, who was laughing as he watched all of us. I quickly climbed the porch stairs before pushing onto the door knob. But my guys were smart and locked it, earning a slight pout from me as I peered back at them.
"Who has the key?" Theo patted his pockets before his eyes narrow, his body slowly turning to a smirking Ronan.
"He does."
I narrow my own before shooting off, practically leaping over the stairs and climbing Ronan like a monkey. I could hear the guys laughing as I myself giggle, nestling my face into his neck. I could feel his chest rumble beneath me as he walked, a grin stretching so wide across my face. Was this love? God I think it was.
I was so happy, so in love, that I don't think anything could truly top this.
"Hey Willow, do you want some coffee when we get inside?"
Spoke too soon.
I nodded quickly, my hair moving around my face and practically falling around Ronan's face. I heard him chuckle as I answered Finch, moving my face to nuzzle the crook between his head and shoulders. I inhaled him discreetly, savoring the musk that naturally came with Ronan. I hummed in contentment, feeling the air change to the cold chill of the air conditioning inside.
"Willow Baby," he murmured as he came to a stop, my arms tightening slightly before loosening up. I planted a kiss, right at the base of his throat, before leaping off as he rumbled. He turned to me, his ice blue eyes glinting as if there was sun catching them, grinning down at me from his impressive height.
"Sugar! Come get your coffee before I spank that cute butt!" I giggled as I escaped Ronan, fluttering to the kitchen just as Theo smirked at the both of us.
"Again, you mean." I narrowed my eyes at him before sticking my tongue out, watching something shift in Theo's eyes. "Better but that tongue away unless you want to use it, little one."
My tongue slowly slid back in, my cheeks heating as I nodded my thank you to Finch and took the coffee. I took a sip, smiling at the slightly bitter taste that always accompanied my coffee. I hummed and swung my head side to side with my eyes shut, dancing a little jig at just how happy I was with my coffee.
"Good?" I nodded to Finch with a grin, peering at all of them.
"What're we going to do next? I mean, what's the plan for you guys?"
Theo blew out a sigh, running his hand through his hair. "Well, you know that I have the business to run. Finch I think is going to go to culinary school to help his restaurant, and Ronan..."
"Ronan has zero clue on what I want to do with my life. I was thinking of being an English teacher, something where I get to read books a lot." I giggled as he came in behind me, his arms snaking around me.
"And what about you Babydoll, what do you want to do?" I stilled at Theo's question, my lips finding their way between my teeth.
"I, I think I want to start composing again. Being with you guys, all three of you, it's made music explode through my head again." I said quietly, afraid they'd hate the fact I wanted to start writing again. "Not necessarily preforming, but maybe writing at least. And we can see how it goes from there."
Theo smiles at me, my eyes shutting as Ronan pressed a deep kiss to the sensitive skin beneath my ear. His hand flatter against my stomach, gently rubbing it before moving upwards towards my chest. I breathed out, a stuttering breath as I heard movement around us.
My eyes opened just as Finch descended on my lips, fluttering shut as his lips caressed my own. Lips attached themselves to my wrist, flicking up the length until he reach my shoulder and gently but the skin. I giggled to myself, these boys, constantly trying to mark me and tell as many as they could that I was theirs.
"Want to go break in the bed upstairs?" Ronan gently asked me, my head moving back to peer at him.
"It's new?" He grinned at me as he nodded, pushing his hand up to move a piece of hair out of my face.
"It was specially made, ten feet across. Enough room for all of us, and then some." I grinned as I extracted myself from them, spinning on my heel and bolting up the stairs.
"Whoever's last gets to cum last!" I giggled at the rumbles I could practically feel from their chests, the pounding of their feet behind me.
