Saving Savannah - A Reverse Harem Romance, page 15
“Did you say something about grabbing a bite to eat?”
Zane chuckled. “Yeah. Sort of.”
“Well then let’s go,” I chided, pulling him down the driveway. “Your girl is famished.”
We walked, hand in hand, swinging our arms all the way to the sidewalk. I felt deliriously happy. Relieved.
And for the first time, totally, utterly clear.
“Is that what you are?” Zane asked, out of the blue.
“Hmm?”
“My girl.”
The words hung there for a moment, in the nighttime silence. I turned them over a few times in my mind.
“Yes,” I said finally. “I am.”
Zane stopped walking. He squeezed my fingers between his, then pulled me against him.
“Good,” he said, bringing his lips to mine. “Because I don’t want anyone else…”
Forty-Two
SAVANNAH
A week went by, and then two. Both were busy, intense, incredible. And that was putting it mildly.
To describe it in other ways, they were absolutely euphoric. They were weeks filled with hope for my new future. Every day packed with hard work and long hours, as my ever-expanding business finally payed dividends.
And after that…
Well, my nights were even busier. Because it was after hours that I allowed myself to reap the rewards for all my hard labor. And that meant spending my evenings exactly as I wanted to: dividing my time between my three incredible lovers.
I saw Erik most nights of the week. Zane also. When we weren’t busy roaming the town and blowing off steam, we were back at their apartment drinking and laughing, sharing stories. Sometimes staying up late to eat popcorn and watch scary movies, before eventually collapsing to the floor in a pile of blankets and pillows and sex.
We screwed like rabbits, both together and alone. There were no boundaries. No jealousy. I slept in one bed or the other, but my favorite moments were waking up with both men spooning me from either side. That’s when I felt safest. Most secure. It’s also when I felt closest to them, creating ties that binded us in more intimate ways, even beyond the sex.
And the sex was incredible.
Roman was busier, caught between work and school. I saw him less, but it only made the time we did spend that much more special. I made a few trips to his off-campus apartment, including a weekend where I’d surprised him in his own bedroom. It hadn’t taken much to bribe one of his roommates to let me in, and when he got home that night he found me sprawled across his bed, stockings, garters, and not much else.
“Draw me first,” I’d told him, smiling up from my stomach. Slowly I scissored my legs a few times before crossing them at the ankles. “Then you can do anything you want to me.” I winked sultrily. “And I do mean anything.”
Less than an hour later, the resulting comic had totally blown me away. The detail was beyond amazing, if just short of pornographic. I ‘bought’ the piece off him with the sluttiest blowjob of my life. Paid for the sketch with my own body, which only made the ensuing sex hotter, dirtier, and that much more satisfying.
And then there were the rare times all three of us got together. Where work and school happened to line up perfectly for everyone, and somehow didn’t conflict with Zane’s late night tour schedule. Those were my favorite times, and not just for the more obvious reasons. Because as fun as hanging out with two of the guys always was, there was something magical about having three of them together. As a trio, their level of laughter and camaraderie bordered on brotherhood, and no matter how tough a day I might’ve had, the three of them could always make me smile.
Day by day, we grew closer as a unit. Night by night, I developed relationships with each of them. We forged personal, one-on-one connections. Did couple stuff together, each one feeling more real than any boyfriend I’d ever had.
And yet it was like having a fourth romance too; one with all of them, together. A group relationship. A special dynamic that formed when we were all in the same room, laughing and talking and relaxing as one happy… well…
Family?
Shit, it sure felt that way. Growing up the way I did, I’d never known a true family — not in the sense others had. And I could see it in Zane’s eyes too; he and I shared that common experience. That lonely, empty place in our hearts where the word ‘family’ should’ve always been.
I came to realize this was probably why Zane found Erik and Roman so appealing. He’d gone from constantly moving around to wanting to settle down. To finally committing to something as serious as sharing a place together, with friends he saw more as brothers.
And I had to admit, that part appealed to me too.
In a way, I was in the same boat. I was through running from my past life, and ready to set down roots. I had the place, and now I even had the means to support myself. And then…
Then the guys came along.
I’d broken my own rules. Let the fulfillment of a fantasy turn from a one-night stand into a full-blown, four-way relationship. And the longer it went on? The more I was okay with it. The more I normalized the entire thing in my head, even daring to dream that somehow, against all odds, it might never end.
All things considered, it should’ve been no surprise when the three of them came rolling into my shop on Halloween night. They were all dressed up, and each dressed differently. Before they could say anything, I burst out laughing.
“A gladiator?”
Erik raised his plastic sword, and banged on his plastic shield. I had to admit the rest of his costume was legit, though. From his eagle-crested breastplate to his leather-wrapped tunic, he looked totally fucking hot with his biceps and triceps bulging out.
“We’re all warriors,” he said, pounding a fist against his chest.
Zane hefted his double-bladed axe into the air, his face scrunching into a mean expression as he lowered his viking helmet. Roman wore the red plaid kilt of a highlander, and a two-handed claymore sword. Both men wore hair extensions, light and dark, braided over their shoulders… by guys who knew very little about braiding.
“Want me to re-do—”
“No!” cried Zane, fiercely.
I laughed. “But it looks like you tied knots in your hair!”
“Bah!” said Roman. “They were braids, at one point. Must’ve come out during battle.”
“Yeah sure,” I smiled. “And where are you guys off to?”
“There’s an open party called the witch’s ball,” said Erik. “Costumes only.”
“Ah.”
“We’re all going,” Zane smiled and winked. “You included.”
“Oh really?” I chuckled. I picked up my gypsy skirts and let them fall. “As what? A fortune teller?”
“No,” said Roman, pulling a small package from beneath his kilt. He tossed it my way, and I caught it out of reflex.
“As that.”
Forty-Three
ERIK
She was always sexy, always a knockout. But strutting around town in the sexy witch’s outfit we’d bought for her, Savannah reached a level of hotness that was almost surreal.
“I’m totally spellbound.”
Roman’s cute little pun was met with a wry smile.
“Yeah, yeah,” smirked Savannah. “Don’t pretend it’s a witch thing, though. You would’ve loved any costume that showed this much of my ass.”
She lifted a section of the tiny frilled skirts, which were already high up on her thighs. Her cute black panties just barely peeked out, causing us all three of us to stare.
“It better not be cold tonight,” she warned, twirling once in her corset. Zane placed the hat on her head. Roman handed her the broom.
“Don’t worry,” I said. “We’re not walking very far.”
“I’ll cast a spell on you if we are,” our sexy little witch wagged a finger at me.
“A good spell?”
Savannah laughed, pulling at the tops of her faux leather, thigh-high boots. “Do I look like a good witch to you?”
“Not at all,” said Zane. “You look like a bad, bad witch.”
“The absolute worst,” Roman added.
“Or the best,” I smiled. “Depending on how you look at it.”
“Uh huh.”
We were taking her out for Halloween in Salem, which promised to be a blast. None of us had work in the morning. We’d all taken the day off. It gave us plenty of time to enjoy our night on the town, and of course what came afterward. But first, we had some other business to take care of.
“Listen,” I said, mustering my most serious voice. “Before we go, the three of us wanted to say something to you.”
Savannah stiffened, her smile fading just the tiniest bit. It was adorably cute.
“O—Okay.”
“It’s nothing bad,” Zane said reassuringly. “In fact, it’s good.”
“Good?” She breathed a sigh of relief. “I like good.”
“It could even be great,” said Roman. “Depending on how you answer. Because if we’re being honest here, the three of us have been discussing you. A lot.”
“A lot?” Savannah asked.
“A whole lot,” I nodded.
Without realizing it, we’d sort of surrounded her. It was something we did often, whether we knew it or not. Gathered in a sort of triangle, with her in the middle.
“Okayyy…”
“Savannah,” I began, “we’re not exactly sure how you feel about this, so I’m just going to spit it out.”
The uncertainty was back full force. Her eyes dropped.
“We want you to be our girlfriend.”
Her expression didn’t change for a very long moment. When it finally did, she was blinking up at us in surprise.
“You… do?”
“Yes,” said Zane. “And we want to be your boyfriends.” He pulled up one of his shoulders in a half-shrug. “If that’s okay with you, of course.”
Savannah was still standing three, still smiling. Almost like we were putting her on.
“There’s three of you, though,” she laughed nervously. “I’m outnumbered.”
“And outgunned,” smirked Roman, lightly brushing his crotch.
“But there’s three of you,” she said again. “And one of me.”
“So?”
“So?” she repeated. “So that’s not fair.”
Roman reached out gently and took her hand. I already had the other.
“Has it been a problem for you so far?” he asked.
“For me? No, of course not,” Savannah said awkwardly. “I just mean… it’s not fair to you.”
“Why not?” asked Zane.
“Because I can’t satisfy all of you!” she exclaimed.
Roman laughed. “I dunno about that one. From what we’ve seen so far—”
“You know what I mean,” Savannah jumped in. “I’m talking about girlfriend needs. Being there for you. A dedicated—”
“And you’re not there for us now?” I asked. “You’re not dedicated?”
For a moment she stopped talking. She only stared.
“Are you seeing anyone else right now?”
“No, of course not.”
“Then you’re dedicated,” I said. “And you’ve always been there. It just so happens we’re three people instead of one. Sometimes you see us together, other times you get one or two of us alone. But it’s no less important that way. Not for any of us.”
Roman and Zane were already nodding, affirming my every word.
“I hate to break it to you,” Roman smiled, “but… well…”
“We’re kinda in love with you,” Zane finished for him.
And there it was: the elephant in the room. The one big thing we’d been meaning to say, but didn’t know how to break it to her.
“It’s true,” I said softly. “We’ve talked it over a million times. Each of us loves you, Savannah. You have heart. You have soul. You’re a good person, a smart person…”
“You’re a sexy bitch,” added Zane.
“And a sexy witch,” Roman chuckled.
Damn, was this how we wanted to tell her? I guess it didn’t matter now. We were past the point of no return.
“But you can’t all love me,” Savannah said finally. “It just doesn’t make sense.”
“Then let me ask you this,” I went on. “Right now, are you in love with more than one person?”
She hesitated, but only for a moment. I could tell she knew the answer immediately.
“Well… yes.”
“Then why can’t each of us be in love with a single person? Who happens to be the same person?”
Her expression went suddenly deep, and I could guess what she was thinking. She’d never considered it from our end. She’s spent so much time going over how she felt about the whole scenario, she’d never stopped to look at it from our perspective.
Finally she looked back at us, sexy and beautiful. Her red curls spilling out from beneath her black pointed hat, her green eyes full of innocence… and something else.
“Is this really what you want?”
Slowly we all nodded, and for once no one was smiling. The moment was serious. It had gravity.
“Okay then,” she said shyly. “It’s what I want too.”
Now we did smile, and moved in to hug her as a group. We’d done many things with her as a group, but somehow this felt the most wonderful.
“I’m your girlfriend,” Savannah sighed, as if tasting the word.
“And we’re your three boyfriends,” said Zane.
“My three hot boyfriends,” she corrected him sternly. Reaching out, she cupped the side of his face in a tender gesture.
Roman took her other hand, and guided it below his kilt. “Your three hot, hung boyfriends.”
Savannah’s porcelain skin flushed pink, as her hand closed around him. She bit her lip, and I could see a rising arousal in her eyes. One that told me we were about to consummate our newly-defined relationship.
“How much time do we have before this… party?” she asked coyly.
Zane shrugged. Roman chuckled.
“All the time in the world,” I said.
Our girlfriend’s expression went even more wanton and devilish. She turned, shook her ass our way, and sauntered straight toward the back room of her shop.
“Then let’s go see who comes out on top,” she winked seductively over her shoulder. “Three strong warriors, or one very wicked witch…”
Forty-Four
SAVANNAH
It was the night to end all nights. Incredible company. Gorgeous weather. A perfect storm of fun and laughter, of drinking and dancing and messing around, as we let ourselves slowly unwind from a long, hard week.
Not to mention I was still throbbing, from our time together, in the back room of my shop.
We’d taken the edge off there, and in record time, too. There was something about dressing up that really did it for me. And based purely on how fast the guys finished, I’d have to say my sexy witch costume was doing it for them, as well.
In less than twenty minutes I’d taken on a viking, a gladiator, and a highland swordsman — in that order. Hey, when it rains, it pours. Sometimes life gives you lemons, and other times it gives you three crazy hot, totally ripped boyfriends hellbent on screwing you senseless before they take you out for a night on the town.
And nothing turns heads more than kissing three separate guys on the same dance floor.
It was wild, it was crazy, and it was by far the most daring display of PDA I’d ever accomplished in my dating life. But no matter how many sideways glances and looks of astonishment we garnered, I found that I didn’t care. I filed any potential ramifications in the ‘I really don’t give a shit’ folder, especially after a few cocktails and a night of hot, sweaty fun.
I still couldn’t believe I was their girlfriend, though.
The whole thing made me giddy, just thinking about it. Me, and three different guys. Three beautiful, wonderful men dedicated exclusively to our four-way, committed relationship.
Three boyfriends… all for me.
Damn.
It seemed almost a logistical impossibility. As intimidating as it was ludicrous.
And yet, was it really? I mean, weren’t we already doing it?
In a way, that’s probably what normalized it for me. That we’d been going on the better part of a month, with all four of us getting along famously. There’d been nothing but fun. Good times. Hot sex. And with all three of the guys, not even the slightest hint of a scrap of jealousy.
And believe me, I’d looked.
In my eyes, jealousy would be the ultimate deal-breaker. Not because of the drama involved, but because the very last thing I wanted was to come between three best friends who were more like brothers to each other.
So far though, they’d been happy. Excited. Thrilled to share the one thing in their lives that was apparently bringing them the most joy. And as selfish as it seemed, I loved that their focus had been all about me.
By the time the night was over, we were spent and exhausted. We’d run all around Salem. Crashed another party on the way to the first, and had stopped for drinks at two bars along the way. Zane misplaced his axe hours ago. Erik’s breastplate hung sideways, by only one strap.
It was time to go home. Or rather my place, actually, because it was closest. But first…
First, we were absolutely starving.
Roman led us to a quaint little diner, still lit up despite the late hour. We took a booth. My legs thanked me the second my ass hit the seat…
“I gotta hit the head,” said Roman.
The others grumbled their agreement, getting right up after sitting down. I had to laugh.
“I thought only girls went to the bathroom in groups?” I teased.
Zane chuckled and spun away. Roman playfully flipped me off.
“Don’t forget your makeup,” I called after them.
The waiter came by, and brought us a round of ice water. It was too late for coffee. Which was too bad, because I always thought—
