Nice and Naughty: The Reverse Harem Diaries #5 Page 7

  “It’s amazing,” I murmured, dazed by the new sensations.

  “Still sure?” he asked, dipping down to lick again, this time spreading my cheeks as far as I felt like they could possibly go.

  “Yes,” I gasped out against the wave of pleasure that rocked my body.

  I heard the sucking sound when he slid his thumb into his own mouth. The wet pop it made when he pulled it out. And then he held it to that tight ring of muscles. Continued to massage my body with his free hand as he pressed his thumb—so slightly—into that dark space.

  I gasped and bucked up when he did. “More,” I cried at the feeling.

  “Damn, beautiful. You sure?” he asked, twisting the digit gently in my ass.

  “Fuck, Ty. More, more.”

  He chuckled and pressed harder, working in a circle, massaging me both inside and out.

  I moaned, and I swear noises I’d never before made poured from my throat. Feral. Needy. So wild I would have to move to the fucking woods and never leave because polite society would shun me, but fuck. I’d never felt anything so sweet as that strange pressure.

  “Please, Ty. You. I need to feel you.” I arched back, trying to get him deeper, but there was only so deep his thumb could go. And I knew—oh, how I knew, his dick would reach the places I wanted to feel him.

  The tearing of the foil wrapper was the only thing that gave me the satisfaction to pull away from the mind-blowing bliss of that internal massage.

  Ty hissed at the contact when he touched himself to roll the condom on. “Wanna fill you up one day, beautiful. Here, there, and everywhere. Trust, trust, trust,” he murmured. The words came out in sex-crazed ramblings as he kissed all over my back and shoulders with desperation. Finally, he spread my cheeks again, ran one more long, hot wet lick down my cleft, and positioned himself there.

  The first push was fire. It was an almost agony that turned into sweet, white-hot bliss on the very next breath. He took it slow, pushing in little by little. I knew he wasn’t torturing me—not on purpose, at least. And I wasn’t alone in my desperation. For every pant and cry I made, pleading and needing, he echoed me. When he finally passed that last barrier and pressed flush against me, filling me in a way I’d never been filled, I felt something shift between us. Something so real I wanted to weep with joy.

  “You were never supposed to be the gift,” he told me as he gathered me up. “We wanted to be the gift for you. All for you. And here you are, sweetheart, completing each of us. You’ll never erase our devotion to you. Wrecked. Ruined. Lo—”

  He gasped, and his dick twitched when he dropped his head to my shoulder. “Loved,” he whispered. So soft the word barely broke his lips.

  With that, he eased back and in again, beginning to find a slow, gentle pace that had us both moaning nonstop. When we found a rhythm that worked, he lifted me more, up onto my knees. Leaned his chest over my back. Clasped one of the hands that held me upright. Held on for dear life as he thrust into me and I jerked my hips back to meet him.

  “Holy fuck." I heard the words come from the direction of the front door.

  I blinked up to see Pax and Ethan watching.

  “Is he in—” Pax started.

  “Fuck. Yeah, he is,” Ethan finished.

  Neither of them could take their eyes away. Even when I closed mine to bear down on the hand Ty moved to tease my clit, I could feel them watching us. Hear their breath shortening with need. And when I exploded, all three of my men were there to catch me.

  * * *

  The winter storm finally started to lighten around the middle of the day. My sense of time was totally thrown off because it took us that long to get around to breakfast. Our condom garland was growing ever longer.

  “You guys can exchange your gifts,” I said for the third time. “I won’t feel left out, I promise.”

  Pax shook his head. “If we’d known you were coming into our lives, all those gifts would be yours anyway. I don’t need to open them right now.”

  I snuggled between him and Ethan. Ty sat at my feet, head tipped back into my lap while I stroked his hair. I remembered what he’d said when he’d first filled that space my body had been longing to have filled. “You’re all my gift,” I said. “These have been the best two days of my life.”

  “Only the beginning,” Ethan said, tilting my face to his and claiming my lips.

  “Definitely,” Ty said, squeezing his arm around my leg.

  “Wish come true,” Pax agreed. Then he sat up and clapped. My untamable whirlwind. “That’s it! Let’s exchange Christmas wishes.”

  “We’ve kinda already got fantasies on lock,” Ty said with a laugh. I nudged him with my knee, agreeing wholeheartedly.

  “Not fantasies, asshole,” Pax said with a teasing punch to Ty’s shoulder. “Come on. It’s Christmas. Let’s make wishes.”

  “If we say them out loud, they won’t come true, will they?” Ethan teased.

  I loved to listen to the banter between them. All love. No hate. So easy to be among them. To feel included.

  “We’ve got a good track record for dreams coming true,” Pax said, wrapping his arm tighter around my shoulders to draw me in for a kiss. “Don’t see why wishes can’t be the same.”

  “I like it,” I said, stealing that kiss Pax offered. “Wishes. Who’s first?”

  “Me! Me!” Pax said, clapping again.

  Ethan snorted. “Go for it.”

  Pax fell quiet for so long Ty, Ethan, and I got the giggles.

  “What?” Pax demanded.

  “It was your idea,” I said, nudging him with my elbow. “Kinda thought you’d already have your wish worked out.”

  “I’m thinkin’,” he said with a wink, tapping his temple with his finger. “It’s gotta be good. I only get one.”

  “Dude,” Ty said, turning against my leg to peer back at Pax. “It should be simple.” He lifted his hand to gesture at me.

  “Well, obviously,” Pax said. “But I want to make the wish so it comes out just right.”

  There was another one of those looks, shared between my three guys. Pax nodded, almost imperceptibly, and pressed another quick kiss to my head.

  “I wish for a love like my parents had,” he said.

  There was a moment of silence, a collected clinging of breath in four sets of lungs as those words fell over us.

  “Damn, Pax,” Ethan murmured.

  Ty nodded. “You deserve that, man.”

  Ethan snuggled closer against me. “Our boy Pax here wanted to have a career in English Lit. Or music. Or both,” he chuckled and knocked his knuckles against Pax’s knee.

  I gazed over at Pax, watching that whirlwind racing through him. “What stopped you?”

  He rolled his tongue over his lip, thinking. The shy smile crept over his face, but it was tinged with sadness. “My mom died,” he said, “and I didn’t want my dad to be alone.”

  “Oh, Pax, I’m so sorry,” I said, pressing my hand against his chest.

  “It’s okay,” he said, that smile firmly in place, maybe a bit brighter. He tucked a hand over mine, keeping my fingers against his pounding heart as he spoke. “I got plenty of time while Mom was still alive to see the love between them. And after she was gone, I got to spend a bunch of time getting to know my dad better. Learned what kind of man I wanted to be. Became a fireman because he was and discovered how much it means to me to help people in that way. I can still read all the books I want. I can still play whenever I feel like it. But I also save lives. That’s pretty cool shit,” he finished with a shrug.

  “Is your dad still…”

  He grinned. “My dad retired. Found a new woman worthy of all his time—little scrawny mutt he can’t get enough of.” His shoulders shook with laughter as he pulled his phone from his pocket. He tapped it a few times before turning it to show me a picture of a tiny black dog with ears big enough to lift her right off the ground. She was decked out in a red sweater and matching red boots, sitting in the snow. “Got
that from him this morning. Merry Christmas from Dad and Pepper!” he read the text below the picture to me. “You can tell which one’s more important to him since he’s not in the damn shot,” he said with a loving roll of his eyes. “Guess she’s the little sister I never got.”

  “You wanted brothers, anyway,” Ethan said.

  “Got two of those,” Pax told him, grinning his way. “So yeah, that’s my wish. A love like my mom and dad’s.”

  “Or maybe your Dad and Pepper’s,” Ty teased.

  Pax boxed another playful punch at his shoulder. “What about you, then?” Pax asked him.

  “Already said my wish,” Ty said, leaning his head back into my lap to wink up at me. “I wish for something real.” He turned to nod at Ethan. “You?”

  There was no missing the way Ethan's muscles tensed, just a hair. I wondered if he were trained to prevent that sort of reaction in his work—I was willing to be he had to be on alert and under control at all times.

  Ethan cleared his throat hard and shifted in his seat, leaning forward to prop his elbows on his arms. He glanced back over his shoulder at me before he turned his gaze on the fire. “I wish for a chance to belong.”

  Ty and Pax both nodded. It was clear they’d known that was coming.

  I rubbed a hand over Ethan’s back, making circles over the tight muscles that bunched there.

  I didn’t know what I’d done to deserve the deep, sweet honesty these men were offering up to me. The secrets they were storing away with me. Certainly, the things they were saying in the quiet Christmas stillness, lit by the low fire and the glowing decorations, were secrets outside of these walls.

  Emotions they held close—words they kept, protected by the strength of their friendship, of their love for each other. Now, also, protected by me because they trusted me enough to let me hold their deepest wishes.

  What a gift, indeed.

  Chapter 11

  “I never knew my family,” Ethan said. He drew in a breath so hard it shook the flesh beneath my hand. “Never got a chance to belong to anyone. Bounced from foster home to foster home. Stuck in the system. Not old enough. Too old. Not tall enough. Too tall. Those aren’t the real reasons, I guess, but felt like I heard every excuse under the fucking sun for why I was wrong. Why I wasn’t fucking enough for someone to just choose me. All I wanted was someone to take me home. To love the hell out me because I was theirs and they knew it so deep they couldn’t walk away. That it would hurt them as much to leave me as it would for me if they left. Not that I wanted anyone to hurt…I just…fuck…”

  I leaned into him, wrapping my arms around him. “You were hurt. And you didn’t want to hurt anymore,” I whispered. Oh, how many times had I heard children say that to me in the shelters I so dearly loved to work in?

  Ethan nodded and drew in another sharp breath. “It’s why I became a cop. Saw all the bullshit in the system because I grew up in it. But I grew up strong and tough. Scarier than everything that scared me.”

  “And you put that to use for people who are weaker than you,” I said. Oh, how I saw him. How I felt for him.

  He reached down, twining his warm fingers with mine where they clung to his waist. “Yeah, baby. I want to help so no kid ever has to feel like that again.” He stroked my skin, kindling the need within me. “And one day, if I’m lucky…if I earn it…maybe I’ll get my chance to belong.”

  I couldn’t stop myself from folding into him. It seemed like the perfect time to clamber into his lap, straddle him, curl my arms around his neck, and tuck myself into every space I could fill. My lips sought—found—kissed with bruising passion. A hot, needy growl rolled up from his belly, and I felt the vibrations right against my clit where I’d plastered myself to him.

  “What about you, baby?” Ethan panted against me. “What's your wish?”

  I clung to him still, peeking out from our embrace to include Pax and Ty who both watched with interest. With anticipation—waiting to see if, how, when I would ask them to join. “I already got it,” I murmured, not bothering to try to hide the blush that raced over me. “Yesterday, before I’d even been with any of you, I wished I could be with all of you. And that’s already happened.”

  “Yeah, it has,” Pax said, congratulating all of us.

  I snorted out a laugh, and Ethan shook his head. “Then you have to make a new one. That one doesn’t count anymore.”

  I nibbled my lip as I gazed at him. His brow twitched at the same moment his dick did. “Gonna take that lip as a trophy, baby,” he whispered, kissing across my mouth. “Don’t hold out on us.” He rocked his hips up into mine.

  The action made me feel like I’d mainlined truth serum and I gasped out the truth. “A family!” I sucked in a breath on the cry of Ethan’s next thrust, the pressure through his thin pants against my still-bare pussy almost too much. “Husband, babies, the whole fucking thing.” The admission left me on a whimper, all the jealousy I’d ever felt over what my sisters had flooding my emotions and leaving me raw.

  I clenched my eyes so hard, I shut out all the light.

  But in the next moment, as Ethan held me tight and I felt my tears dampen his t-shirt, Ty cursed, and I realized I wasn't shutting the light out at all.

  “There goes the power,” Pax murmured. I felt his hand on my back as he stood. The kiss he planted on my head. The words he whispered in my ear, “Husbands, angel. Husbands.”

  Then he backed away. “I’ll light the candles,” he said.

  “I’ll help,” Ty offered.

  Ethan rubbed my back, returning the same comfort I’d given him. “Nothing wrong with that wish, baby. Love that wish. Sounds a lot like mine,” he said. He’d stopped his hip thrusting, but I didn’t want him to. I wanted him to bury himself in me. To fill those spots these men filled so perfectly—the ones I’d been so out of touch with. I’d only known that something was missing until I’d met them. Now, I knew how to get what I needed. I didn’t want to go without it, ever again.

  I clawed at Ethan’s shirt. “For once in my fucking like, I’m owning it, Ethan. I want to be greedy as hell,” I told him.

  He leaned forward, holding me to his lap while still giving me the room I needed to work his shirt off. He tugged mine off, too. My hair tumbled around me. I was sure I’d have to shave the long mass off because I’d never get a comb or brush through all the knots from my many, many romps with my men.

  Ethan eased off the sofa, dropping me gently back on the mattresses while he slipped his pants down. None of it was fast enough or hard enough. I needed that reassurance. I needed that connection.

  He grabbed a condom, slid it on. Only then did he meet my need with his pace. He drove hard into me. We both cried out when he bottomed out, and we become nothing but a jumble of arms and legs, each vying for position. I was on my back, then he was on his. Hands and knees, flat on my belly, legs kicked over his shoulders, it all seemed to happen at once, though each position was entirely different. Finally, I was sitting astride him, riding hard, grinding out all my need on his thick cock. I threw my head back and shouted my release when it happened. For all the pain I felt of admitting what I didn’t have, I found abandon and freedom from having unburdened myself of that weight.

  The orgasm that rushed over me was a wild, weightless thing, carrying me higher into the stars than I’d ever been. I swear I reached new interplanetary dimensions when I came. Nothing but a rocket, soaring through a million skies I could never touch or see in real life.

  And when I came down, it was Ty who caught me. Ty who shifted me into his embrace. Kissed my swollen lips while I pleaded with him to keep going. To stay with me. To worship me until I was ready again.

  It didn’t take long. It didn’t seem to with my men. Each experience was different from the last, and I craved every new adventure they took me on. Ty took me gently—he didn’t have to be as gentle as he’d been before, but he still played and teased until my ass was ready. And when he asked me, again, if I was sure, I made h
im promise not to ask the next time.

  Yes. I, Hope Covington, the oldest sister, the one who’d never been seen as adventurous or even slightly kinky, demanded that my ass get fucked whenever I damn well pleased with no hesitation, thank you very much.

  I liked it too much. Who would have thought? Certainly not me. But there I was, with my sweet, sweet Ty balls deep inside me. I mewled like a kitten while I ground back on him and teased my own clit until Ty reached in to take over.

  I came so hard, I dripped down my legs. Down Ty’s legs. Soaked one of the mattresses and a pile of sheets with my arousal and perspiration.

  Pax was right there. He cleaned me with a warm damp towel, let me rest in his arms. Until the twitching of his dick tempted me too much. I climbed over him, straddling his tongue while I sucked his dick down my throat. I loved giving blowjobs, and I intended to prove it. I licked his balls from shaft to as far down his cleft as I could reach in our position. I swallowed every jerk and twitch as he moaned his approval and let me fuck his face, rubbing my drenched pussy all over him.

  By the time I was on my back again, more condoms decorated our chain and my men were passed out around me. Sleep drifted at the edges of my mind, both knocking on the door and running every time I answered. I tried curling around the guys. Under them. Between them. The candles burned bright in the darkness. Their light touched on the presents grouped beneath the Christmas tree, and my hazy awareness tugged at me until I was wide awake.

  I extracted myself from between Ty and Pax. Ethan was curled across the mattresses, where I’d been snuggling my cold feet against his hot chest.

  In the dim light, I located Ethan’s shirt. Pax’s pajama pants. Ty’s enormous slippers. I lifted my keys gingerly from the table by the door and slipped out as quietly as I could.

  It seemed like everything we’d done, and the sleep I’d tried to get, would have taken so long, but the emergency lights were still lit. I crept my way down the stairs, holding tight to the rail with one hand and using the light from my phone as an aid anywhere the emergency lights didn’t reach.