The Arrangement - A Reverse Harem Romance, page 9
“Unnnnghhhhhhh!”
I didn’t care what I looked like, or sounded like, or anything that superficial. All I knew were Chase’s thick fingers, plowing me deep. His wet tongue, gliding over me in places so unspeakably hot and taboo, places I never once thought to experience over the course of my lifetime.
But oh, so happy that I did.
I returned to earth in Nathan’s lap, being held in his big soft hands. My breath came in ragged gasps now. My cheeks were still wet with tears of joy.
I was woozy. Dizzy. Reeling with pleasure.
Then I felt Chase push himself slowly into me from behind… and everything was right with the world again.
Twenty-Two
KAYLEEN
They shared me all night, together and alone. Kissing me. Spreading me open. Taking turns on me over and over again, until they were both spent and empty.
By the time they were done I was a drenched, quivering mess.
I woke up snuggled between them, sometime in the wee hours of the morning. I was warm. Sated. Safe. Hearing their slow, rhythmic breathing somehow made me feel very powerful. As if I’d conquered or outlasted them. Like I was the sole survivor of some slutty, dirty battle.
Jesus, Kayleen.
I sat up and crawled out from the foot of the bed, somehow without disturbing anyone. The house was utterly silent. It wasn’t until I’d opened the door to the hallway that I realized the whole room still reeked of sex.
I was more hungry than tired now. Lucky for me, there was a fully-stocked kitchen just a short walk away.
You’re such a greedy bitch.
Marcy’s words, from our little meeting at the diner. She’d laughed as she said them, but it didn’t make the statement any less true.
Of all the connections I’d made since coming out west, Marcy was the one most like my friends back in Jersey. She said what she meant, never beat around the bush, and had a strict no-bullshit policy that I always admired.
Only right now she was the one admiring me. Especially when I gave her all the juicy details on what I was doing with the guys.
“That’s just fucking unreal,” she’d sworn over our second cup of coffee. “Even by California standards.”
I’d spent twenty minutes explaining the terms of my arrangement, and another ten fighting off her requests to ‘break a guy off’ for her. That part was strange for me. Not because I knew Marcy was only half-kidding, but because my stomach actually twisted at the idea of her going out on a date with one of the guys.
You’re jealous.
I stopped to examine my feelings. Shit, maybe I was.
Not maybe. Definitely.
I padded softly down the hall, trying to remember exactly what had gone through my mind at the time. Was I really jealous? And if so, did that mean I was developing… feelings?
I shivered as a cool draft blew up my naked legs. All of a sudden I regretted my outfit, or lack thereof. I probably should’ve slipped into something a little more comfortable than just my panties and one of Nathan’s super-long T-shirts.
Feelings.
My mind was attempting to wander, but my heart kept coming back to that one little word. That was exactly what was happening though, wasn’t it? I was getting closer to them, and not just in the physical sense?
I swallowed hard. I was the shared girlfriend of three beautiful, oversexed men. That I should develop feelings for them would only be normal, especially considering our circumstances.
Still…
“There’s no way you can handle all three of them, Kayleen,” Marcy had joked as we left. “Call me the instant you decide you need some help.”
I shook my mind clear and continued walking. A half-minute later, I found myself standing in the middle of the shadowed kitchen. Everything looked oddly different at night. The room was lit only by under-the-counter lighting, lending everything a dim, dusky glow.
I checked the pantry, the fridge, then then pantry again before deciding on what to do. Apparently I was hungrier than I originally thought.
“Grilled cheese.”
No sooner had I declared my intentions than I was already greasing a pan. I pulled out the bread, the butter, and the tiny pinch of chipotle pepper needed to make any good grilled cheese sandwich into an ultimate one.
It was really nice, living with the guys. Aside from the obvious, it was so much less lonely than living alone.
I thought about Beast, sleeping peacefully in his little dog bed. He was a good companion, but he couldn’t compare to human contact. I’d been working way too much, and falling exhaustedly into bed each night. So much that I’d neglected my social life for way too long.
But staying here… this was like getting the best of both worlds.
Here I had company and camaraderie. A gorgeous house. A beautiful, fully-stocked kitchen. And of course, a metric shit-ton of toe-curling, eye-crossing, howl at the moon sex… whenever and wherever I wanted it.
“Hell yeah,” I smiled, watching the cheese bubble deliciously from between two thick slices of sourdough. With the flick of a wrist, I turned my sandwich over. “Amen to that.”
“Amen to what?”
I whirled, jerking my arm back instinctively into an attack position. My heart was already pounding, my pulse doubled.
But it was only Burke.
“What are you gonna do with that?” he smirked, nodding at the spatula. “Flip me?”
“Jesus,” I swore, clutching my chest. “Where the hell did you come from?”
He pointed upward with one big hand. The other held a laptop pinned to his hip.
“Roof.”
I let out a relieved smile. “You’re writing up there now?”
“Sometimes, yeah.”
I was impressed. Flattered. Happy for him. All at once.
“That’s pretty cool,” I grinned.
“It is,” Burke agreed. “Keeps my head clear.” He looked back at me and smiled. “There’s a bench up there. Some girl I know once showed me.”
I blushed almost instantly. All of a sudden I was glad for the near darkness.
“Some girl, huh? She sounds pretty cool.”
“She is.”
“I’ll bet you’re fucking her,” I teased.
“As often as I can, yeah.”
We were looking at each other now… or should I say, looking each other over. Burke had on a pair of loose-fitting grey sweatpants and a plain white T-shirt. The latter of which he filled out beautifully, with his hulking chest and arms.
I on the other hand…
“Want a grilled cheese?”
“No.”
He took a step closer to me. My pulse began to quicken.
“Want anything else?”
I was referring to food. Honest to God I was.
“Maybe.”
Burke’s expression took on a very hungry look. He placed the laptop down on the counter, still closing the distance between us.
We locked gazes, and our eyes seemed to speak their own language. The kitchen — and everything that went along with it — began to fade.
“Well when you figure out what you wan—”
He swept me against him so quickly the rest of my sentence came out in a yelp. A yelp that died in his mouth, as he kissed me long and hard.
Twenty-Three
KAYLEEN
Ohhh…
Everything just melted away. Everything but Burke’s one strong arm, wrapped tightly around my waist. His two full lips, pressed warmly against mine.
Oh yes…
Though his grip was firm we were kissing slowly, building through layers of passion and intensity. My core tightened in anticipation as one big hand found my thigh. My lover slid it upward, under my T-shirt. Settled it boldly over one smooth globe of my ass and gave it a hard squeeze.
“I want you.”
His gaze shot sideways, to the nearby wall clock. It was already several hours past midnight.
“I can have you now,” he murmured into my neck. “It’s my day.”
I sighed as his fingers slipped beneath my G-string. Everything between my legs was still utterly drenched.
“You do realize you can have me any day,” I replied softly. Already my breath was short and quick. “Chase and Nathan switch all the time. Plus they sometimes shar—”
I gasped as he slid one thick finger inside me. God. It felt so fucking good…
“It’s my day,” Burke said again, almost mechanically. He pushed me backward, lifting me onto the counter. “That was the arrangement.”
He dropped his sweats and stepped forward, already sporting a tremendous erection. It looked so big and full, so warm and throbbing. I reached out to close my palm over it, but he pushed my hand away.
“Spread your legs.”
His hands slid around to my asscheeks, pulling me to the edge of the counter. For the first time I realized how long his legs were. Then I realized what he was about to do.
“I said, spread your—”
OHHHHHHH…
Burke nudged my knees apart and shoved his hips forward. At the same time, he used his hands to pull me tightly against him, burying himself inside me.
Then he began fucking me, and my whole world was spinning again.
OH GOD…
I was at the edge of the counter, my legs wrapped around either side of his waist. I couldn’t hook my ankles — he was just too thick — but I dug my heels into his kidneys as I shoved my body hard against his.
Holy fuck.
The penetration at this angle was amazing. No, better than amazing. His height was perfect. Every one of his thrusts had a distinct upward curve to it, driving the head of his cock hard against my G-spot.
“Oh yes…” I purred uncontrollably. “Yes baby, yes..”
Somehow I was still holding my panties to one side. I sighed and let go. Burke was drilling me hard and fast, bouncing into me while I struggled to keep my legs from cramping. I was already spread further and wider than ever before.
“YES…”
I clutched him hard enough to pull his whole body inside me. Raked my nails over the surface of his broad back, until I was sure I must be breaking the skin.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he growled into my ear. “So warm and sticky and full.”
I cried out as he rolled his hips, thrusting into me deep. Instead of replying, I bit down on his shoulder.
“How many times?”
I pulled back to look at him groggily. In my sex-fueled haze, I didn’t understand.
“How many times did they come in you?”
He wanted an answer. I gave him one.
“Four,” I gasped. “No… five.”
“I’ll be six then?”
I swallowed and nodded. God, that sounded so slutty! Still, it wasn’t like I could lie.
“Good.”
I couldn’t believe how fast he was going, or how hard he was plowing away. We didn’t even need the counter now. Burke had me pinned against his torso, holding the entire weight of my body with only his two powerful arms.
All new sounds filled the kitchen; the wet slap of our bodies coming together over and over and over again. He leaned back, lifting me onto him. Kissing me passionately as he kept screwing me from beneath, while I writhed and bucked and ground against him.
When he came, it was as abrupt as it was explosive. I felt his cock thumping inside me, flooding me from within. Adding yet another load to the several deposits already put there by Chase and Nathan.
It lasted a minute, maybe two. The both of us holding each other, joined by our physical union. Tongues swirling hotly in the silent world of the darkened kitchen.
Then Burke lowered me back to my feet… and the smell of burning bread filled my nostrils.
“Shit!”
I slid my not-so-midnight snack from the burner, lamenting the potential loss of my cookware more than my grilled cheese. After turning it over I decided I could probably salvage it. The pan, not the sandwich.
“Are you sure you didn’t want—”
I turned back again and he was gone, just as quickly as he’d come. Or came. Or whatever. His laptop was gone too.
I was left there dripping in the empty kitchen, legs trembling. Pulling Nathan’s shirt down around my thighs once more.
“Damn he’s fast,” I muttered, reaching for the bread again.
Twenty-Four
NATHAN
“Kneel… kneel… now one foot… good…”
The wave crested just behind us. It rolled slowly beneath her, as she wobbled uneasily on her board.
“Now POP IT!”
Kayleen pushed off with her arms and leapt upward, just as I’d showed her a hundred times before. This time however, she landed with both feet hitting the surfboard at the same time.
Holy shit.
She was standing up! Her arms whipped out instinctively, to find her balance. And then… suddenly she was surfing.
“That’s it! THAT’S IT!”
Kayleen’s legs were shaking violently. She risked a glance back at me, and her expression made me laugh. She was more surprised than excited.
“KEEP YOUR KNEES BENT!”
I was shouting into my hands now. Watching as my student made her first actual run, rocking back and forth uncertainly as the surfboard picked up speed.
Damn, she’s kicking ass.
It was a little scary, how easily Kayleen was picking up on things. When she’d asked me to teach her I’d almost balked. So far though, she’d taken to surfing like a fish to water.
“YOU’RE LEANING FORWARD!” I warned.
I’d had other friends who wanted to surf, and I’d tried to teach them. None of them had been able to get up. I’d always figured it was my fault — that maybe I was just a shitty teacher. But judging by how Kayleen was doing right now? Maybe my friends were the shitty ones.
“DON’T LEAN FORWARD!” I shouted, though she was probably beyond hearing by now. “DON’T LEAN FORWA—”
She dumped headfirst, her blue-and-yellow bikini slipping quickly beneath the churning foam. I was paddling that way in an instant. Watching for any sign of her little blonde head, bobbing back up in the rolling waves.
I saw her surface and breathed a sigh of relief.
She really is something, the little voice in my head told me. Definitely more than you thought she’d be.
It was a strange thing to be floating in the ocean, conversing silently with myself. Yet I’d done it all morning long. Half the afternoon, too.
She means even more to you than you want to admit.
That part was true, whether I liked it or not. There was something about Kayleen that made her more than just girlfriend material. She’d really grown on me. And not just me…
She’d grown on us.
It was like that for Chase for sure. And Burke too, whether he admitted it or not. We were growing attached, in more ways than one. Physically. Socially. Emotionally.
And it sure didn’t hurt that she could cook circles around us.
Kayleen was still spitting water when I reached her, coughing out flecks of the sea. I pulled my board up alongside her so she could grab onto it.
“Don’t forget what I told you…” I reminded her quickly. “Always dump to the side. Never in front. You don’t want to get hit by your own board.”
She coughed once more, then squinted up at me. She looked breathtakingly beautiful, grinning from ear to ear.
“I rocked that wave though,” she said smugly. “Didn’t I?”
I was already beaming right back at her. I couldn’t have been more proud.
“Fuck yeah you did.”
On the heels of victory we paddled in, to where our towels were already spread out and warmed by the sun. Kayleen pulled four different sandwiches from our bright red cooler, while I cracked the top on two frosty bottles of water.
“Cheers, big ears.”
It was a stupid toast I’d picked up in London years ago, while traveling with my parents. Kayleen rightfully rolled her eyes.
“Great job out there,” I told her. “A couple more weeks and we’ll be surfing side by side.”
Kayleen shook her head at me and smirked. “A couple more weeks,” she corrected, “and I’ll be stealing your waves.”
She toasted me and drank deeply, while I sat there and laughed. I couldn’t help but watch the cool water glide down her smooth, flawless throat.
“So…” she sighed, slicking her hair back. “How’s the story coming?”
I stumbled for a few seconds in answering her. With the water beading off her well-oiled skin, she was just too pretty. The curves of her body, too perfect for words.
I wanted to freeze the moment in time. Tuck it safely away, so I could always have it…
“Nathan?” she smiled. “Earth to Nathan?”
“The story’s fantastic,” I told her. “The first book’s done, and we’re well into the second.”
“That’s awesome.”
It wasn’t the first time she’d asked. At first we figured she was just being polite, but lately Kayleen seemed to be taking a genuine interest in what we were writing.
“It’s even more awesome you’ve already got a publisher lined up,” she went on. “That you’ve already got the hard part — finding an agent and landing book deal — out of the way.”
I studied her carefully.
“Some might say the hard part would be writing a best-selling book,” I put forth.
“Maybe,” Kayleen shrugged. She tore a sandwich down the middle and handed it to me. “But with the publisher and marketing already set up for you, you guys are bound to succeed.”
I bit down into something that tasted like pure heaven. Light and flavorful, it was like she’d found the freshest tuna in the Universe.
“Don’t get me wrong,” she added quickly. “I’m not saying your book wouldn’t kick ass even if you didn’t have a publisher…”
“Trilogy,” I corrected her. “Not book.”
“Yeah, that.”
“And just because we have a publisher lined up, doesn’t mean…”
