The Arrangement - A Reverse Harem Romance, page 11
I finished, and rested my hands on my hips. I was grateful to have gotten away with reading their story without permission, but even more thrilled to have spoken my mind.
“And what about you?” Chase asked.
I shrugged. “What about me?”
“Do we still stick to our arrangement?”
I laughed out loud. “Have you even been listening? Fuck the arrangement.”
He appeared wounded all of a sudden. The look was absolutely adorable on him.
“Oh come now,” I teased, sauntering over to him. “It’s not nearly as bad as you think.”
In full view of the others I climbed into his arms and kissed him. Instinct took over as Chase kissed me back. My pulse sped up. Heat rushed through me.
“I’m still yours,” I said, finally pushing away. Spinning slowly, I turned to the others. “And yours. And yours, too.”
I walked to each of them in turn, kissing them one by one. Feeling the weight of their hard bodies against me, their heat of their lips nuzzling my neck. I went to Nathan and then Burke, dropping into their laps. Every kiss we shared was full of passion and promise. Long, lingering kisses, that left things between us breathless and open-ended.
God, this is fun, I giggled to myself as I finished. Really fun.
“I’m still your girlfriend,” I said unnecessarily. “You can all still have me, all three of you. Only now there’s no schedule. You can take me anytime you want me. And I can take you…”
Chase and Nathan stood on edge, their eyes wide. Burke shared the same hungry look, only his was different. More singularly possessive.
“So what do you think?” I asked. “Dissolve this whole ‘my day, your day’ thing? Get a little more solidarity going between the four of us. Do things more as a team… together?”
All eyes fell on Burke. If anyone was going to be difficult about the whole idea, it would be him.
“Yeah sure,” he shrugged after a while. “Why not? As long as I get my writing in.”
“Oh you’ll get it in,” I winked, watching as the joke almost went over his head. Eventually he smirked back at me. “You all will. In fact…”
An idea suddenly occurred to me. Acutely aware they were all still looking my way, I hooked a finger into the corner of my mouth.
“We’re all taking the day off,” I declared abruptly. “Every one of us. Me included.”
The sunroom fell silent. The guys didn’t disagree, or even say anything. They only shifted in their seats.
“We’re doing something fun today,” I said, finding a smile. “Something cool. And definitely something that gets us out of this house.”
“You’re not dragging us to one of those team-building exercises,” Nathan joked. “Are you?”
“Fuck no.”
“Good.”
“Showers then,” I muttered, collecting coffee mugs. “Quick ones.”
They got up slowly, and filed out of the room. It was wildly flattering, how much they listened to me. A month ago I was nothing more than their cook. Now...
Now I was…
What exactly are you, Kayleen?
That part I hadn’t worked out yet. Inspiration? Check. Girlfriend? Lover? Sure, definitely. But is that all I was?
Maybe you should just focus on today.
Today…
As I dumped the mugs in the kitchen sink, I had to laugh. In truth, I still had no clue where we were going, or even what we’d be doing all day.
I only knew it would include all of us for a change.
Twenty-Eight
CHASE
We drove west just for the hell of it, taking the top down on Nathan’s Range Rover. The four of us were laughing. Relaxing. Talking about everything and nothing, as the miles spun out on either side of us.
We didn’t stop until we’d hit the ocean.
I had to admit it was a little strange, all of us being together. We’d spent so much time around each other as friends, growing up, going to school, all throughout our childhoods. Seeing each other lately meant that someone wasn’t working, and there was a guilt associated with that. An invisible weight, that none of us liked.
It wasn’t until Kayleen pointed this out that we finally realized it.
Today though, we were guilt free by her own decree. Happy to just let the sun kiss our faces while the wind blew through our hair.
It was liberating. Inspiring. Rejuvenating. Everything our cute little shared girlfriend said it would be, and more.
We walked the beach for a while, and ended up at Santa Monica. The pier was a bustling city all its own, filled with lights and sounds, delicious smells, street performers wowing their crowds. We played games. We won prizes. We even jumped on a few rides, raising our arms on the little roller-coaster as we sat together two by two, side by side.
As the sun set and the lights blinked on, we shared the long walk back to the car. Everyone was in a great mood. Even Burke was smiling; something the rest of us weren’t sure about, having dragged him away from his precious computer.
And the whole time, I kept staring at Kayleen.
As a person she was amazing — beyond amazing, actually. As a girlfriend she was even better.
And as a lover…
It was incredible, being in this situation with Nathan again. Sharing. Taking turns. Pleasing the same woman together, in the most incredible ways that only two men can…
It was a temptation we’d known before. The two of us had enjoyed it with Dana, and now we were loving every minute of it with Kayleen as well. Still, she wasn’t just another lover, another shared relationship. With Kayleen, it went well beyond all that. With her, it was markedly different.
Dana had been wild and carefree, her curiosity every bit as insatiable as her libido. She was quite literally born to run. Happy to disappear at a moment’s notice, only to come back later as if she’d been gone mere hours and not days or weeks. This was fun and even endearing at first, but over time it got tiring. It left Nathan and I in a situation where moving forward wasn’t possible… not with the threat of hurricane Dana blowing back into our bedrooms at the drop of a hat. And of course, blowing our minds and bodies in the process.
Sexually she was an absolute dynamo — everything we gave the curvy brunette came back at us twice as hard. There were nights when we’d hammer her into submission. Nights we would break her between us, body and soul, leaving her little more than a quivering puddle in one our beds.
But more often than not, Nathan and I were the ones left spent and gasping. Drained completely as if by some beautiful, wicked succubus… who would then giggle and bounce out of the room.
Dana was our inspiration. Our motivation, our impulse. Our shared addiction.
But she was also our curse.
I thought about these things as we walked arm in arm with Kayleen, taking turns stuffing cotton candy in her pretty mouth. Just how temporary was our ‘arrangement’? Would it dissolve away the moment the books were finished, or would she stick around afterward?
And then there was Burke. He’d been very open to the concept of a rotating relationship, and hadn’t uttered a word of complaint. His chapters had been top notch, too. Brilliant, compelling writing.
Still, he hadn’t shared her with us yet. Not in the way Nathan and I had.
I was worried about that part. About how maybe Burke was being more possessive. Hell, he might even be jealous. But with the writing schedule the way it was, there were very few times to talk to him about it.
Now that we were being more open and interactive, I vowed to make sure that all changed.
Darkness fell, and we ate the most amazing dinner served out the side of a greasy food truck. It would cost each of us an extra hour’s worth of gym time, but damn, was it worth it.
The ride home was even better than the ride down. Kayleen lounged into my lap, turning sideways and pulling my arms over her for warmth and comfort. It was hard not to let my hands wander, right there in the back seat. But we’d decided to wait. She had something ‘special’ for us when we all got home, or so she said.
As we pulled into the gravel driveway, our beautiful villa was lit up nicely. Kayleen bounced happily into the house, followed by Burke. For a moment — just a moment — she reminded me of—
“Dana.”
I spun at the sound of Nathan’s voice. He was standing beside me, arms folded. Looking in the direction Kayleen had just disappeared.
“Am I wrong?”
“No,” I said truthfully. “I mean, yes and no.”
“Dana was more flighty,” Nathan admitted. “More crazy and unpredictable. But this one here…” he nodded in the direction of the house. “She’s every bit as a full of life. Every ounce the same person, especially the way she took to being…”
“Shared?”
He smiled and nodded. “Yes.”
I had to agree. It was the one thing we’d always feared we’d never find again. The one aspect of our relationship that had been so incredible, so ridiculously satisfying, it would’ve been a shame not to experience it again.
“She’s Dana,” I admitted again. “But Dana with responsibility. Dana with goals, motivations, ambitions.”
“Dana with a conscience,” he added.
“That too.”
Inside the house a few more lights blinked on. It looked warm. Cozy. Inviting.
“Let’s not lose this one,” Nathan smiled, patting me on the shoulder. “Deal?”
He was halfway to the front door by the time I unfolded my arms.
“Deal,” I murmured into the wind.
Twenty-Nine
KAYLEEN
The music started up just as I walked into the room. It was soft and sensual. Melodic, but with a hard edge. I recognized it almost immediately: Concrete Blonde.
Wow. Damn nice choice.
It really was. I’d left it up the boys as I prepped myself in my bedroom, slipping into an outfit I’d been wanting to wear for a while now. I kept telling myself I just hadn’t had the occasion. But the truth was, I’d felt guilty about not having three outfits, and just didn’t want to play favorites with this one.
So much for that problem.
The living room was at half-lighting, courtesy of an electronic dimmer. The overheads cast a soft, surreal glow over everything as I strutted out in my four-inch heels, wine glass dangling from one hand.
“Whoa.”
Whoa was right. I was decked out head to toe in what I considered my sluttiest lingerie. Matching black panties and bra, with sheer black thigh-high stockings attached by belts to a lacy, sexy garter.
“Holy shit,” Nathan murmured.
I smiled sweetly at him, sipping my wine. I was well into my second glass and already feeling warm and fuzzy. Having all three pairs of eyes on me at once seemed intimidating when I’d first formulated this plan. But now, in its execution, it all seemed very casual. Oddly natural, to be perfectly honest.
They were undressing me with their eyes, which in theory wouldn’t take very long. I stood in the middle for a minute, moving my hips to the music, staring back them each in turn.
Nathan and Chase rested on the leather couch, nursing two glasses of amber liquid over ice. Whiskey, or maybe scotch. Burke sat even more casually, sipping a beer. Leaning back in a chair all his own, just watching me.
It was him I was worried about the most. He’d never done this before. Not in the way it was about to go down, anyway.
“Today,” I said, still swaying my hips, “was all about solidarity.”
My little speech wasn’t exactly planned, I was sort of winging it. But there were things that needed to be said.
“Tonight… same thing.”
Ice rattled in Nathan’s glass as he lifted it to his lips. Chase’s mouth curled into the hint of a smile.
“If you’re going to share me, that sentiment needs to extend to every aspect of my being your girlfriend. There can’t be schedules. There can’t be limits.”
Moving sultrily, I danced over to Chase and climbed into his lap. His hard body sent a rush of heat thundering through me. His sharp green eyes followed mine the whole way.
“I want all of you to approach our relationship like you do your story,” I said. “Together as one. Working alone on things whenever you need to…” I closed my mouth softly over his and kissed. “But also working simultaneously… in places that can only make things better.”
I shoved my wine glass into Chase’s hand, then crawled to the other side of the couch. Nathan had his palms on my hips almost instantly, but I smiled and shook my head while pushing them off.
“All three of you need to know something,” I went on. “I’m always your girl. Every day. Every night. Every one of you.”
I leaned in so close that I could feel the heat coming off Nathan’s mouth. His breath was sweet — bourbon for sure.
God, he’s so beautiful.
Our lips touched. It was brief but electric.
“Anytime you want me… I’m yours. Anything you’d like to do to me…” My eyes flashed dangerously. “I’m up for it.”
Someone mumbled something, or maybe grunted approval. I couldn’t tell who. I was already back on my feet, my legs a little shakier than before. I could feel my excitement building. My focus shifting…
“There’s no such thing as interrupting,” I said, turning toward Burke. “No situation in which any of you ‘has’ me, or needs privacy, or can’t play nice with the others.”
I crossed one leg in front of the other, moving toward my third lover with deliberate slowness. I needed him in on this. And I wanted to give him the best possible view.
“I want to be shared,” I said breathlessly.
I took his beer first, setting it upright on the floor. Then I took his hands and placed them on my legs, palms down.
“In fact, I need to be shared. By all of you.”
I covered Burke’s hands with mine. Helped him slide them up and over my thighs, past the ends of my stockings. Pushed them further inward, against the bare flesh of my upper thighs.
Mmmmm...
My gaze seized his as I forced his hand deep, between my legs.
He responded first with a smoldering look. Sensing my wetness — and without looking away — he slipped a wonderfully slick finger inside me.
Oh, fuck yes.
I bit my lip in ecstasy, silently thanking whoever invented crotchless panties. I was never a huge fan before. But right now…
Right now Burke was sawing two fingers in and out of me, curling them through my folds. Thumbing my clit just enough to cause me to jump.
My hand dropped limply away from his. Mercifully, he continued. I spread my legs wider, giving him even deeper access. Ground myself down against his churning, writhing palm, to derive the most pleasure possible from his strong, masculine touch.
It was almost torture when I finally made him stop.
In one quick motion I sank to my knees, pushing his big legs apart. We shared a look, and in a brief moment of understanding, he lifted his ass for me. I shimmed his boxers down his legs.
Then his cock popped free, and I swallowed him whole.
It was one thing to be blowing a guy. It was quite another to be doing it in front of two of his friends. Two friends who’d already had me. Who’d already shared me themselves, passing me back and forth between them, until screwing me senseless had become something of a competitive sport for them.
Burke let out a long hiss as I took him deep down my throat. His hands found the sides of my face… caressing me gently and sweeping my hair back so he could watch me go down on him.
Behind me, I could feel the weight of Chase and Nathan’s eyes on my body. Their invisible stares, drilling into me as they watched me suck their friend off.
No, don’t suck him off…
I heeded my own warning, going down on Burke just long enough to get him nice and hard. It was a task that didn’t take long at all. Then I was up… up and turning around. Sitting my crotchless panty-covered ass back down on him, while grinding away, into his lap.
Holy fuck, Kayleen.
I could feel his hot bulge, rubbing its way between my cheeks. Sliding along through the glistening flesh of my warm, wet folds. Burke was holding himself from the base, now. Keeping it firm and upright.
Slowly, together, we guided the head inside…
HOLY…
I sank and his cock pierced me, all the way to the core.
FUCK.
Thirty
KAYLEEN
We fucked in that amazingly forbidden way, my ass grinding into Burke’s lap as his cock swirled inside me. I imagined I was a stripper, giving him a dirty lap dance. Breaking every backroom rule of not touching the customers, as I’d seen the one time I’d actually gone to a strip club and witnessed it all first hand.
I remembered watching the girls, grinding away. Seeing the guys using every ounce of restraint not to touch them. Back then, seeing all that stuff had made me extremely hot. I’d even gotten a dance of my own.
It made me even hotter now.
Burke’s hands went around my waist, gliding up to my tits. He unsnapped my bra at the middle and it fell away, revealing my warm, gently swaying breasts.
“Damn, your pussy feels good,” he growled into my ear. He was kissing up and down my neck now. Bouncing me in his lap and fucking me and tickling my skin with his dark, immaculately-trimmed goatee.
Everything about him exuded sex. His monstrous shoulders. His wide, seemingly endless chest. I leaned back against him, feeling the strength there. Letting his hands guide my body up and down. Surrendering to his size, his will, his sheer physical dominance.
His hands moved to either side of my face, and suddenly he was hooking his fingers past my parted lips. He rode me like a mare, guiding me with his arms, his fingers plunging into my mouth as I gasped and cried out and even bit down on them.
God! This is so… fucking… amazing!
