Lotto Trouble: A Reverse Harem Romantic Comedy (Lotto Love Book 2)

by Ann Denton

  He turns. My heart pounds. Anxiety digs into me like an icepick. And suddenly I'm second-guessing myself. This is a terrible idea. How stupid am I, thinking that I could somehow reprogram his mind? I can’t believe I thought of something this dumb. He doesn't have to eat candy or chips.

  I should have gone out and gotten more mangoes. I start to sit up, my hands flying into the piles of Doritos, Lays, and other chips that are scattered across the comforter like rose petals. Fuck me! Moving isn’t easy. My hands lands on a jagged piece of chip and I yelp, popping up hard and fast. Another shard digs into my ass and I leap onto my knees on the mattress. Candy falls off me like rain. The caramel corn does not. The damned Caribbean humidity has melted some of the caramel. The popcorn sticks to my breasts like little tumors.

  “Katie!" Kenneth rushes into the room. He stops stock still at the sight of me.

  I try to scramble off the bed, but it's like I've built my own torture device. I’m getting stabbed from every direction.

  "What are you doing?" Kenneth puts his hands up and approaches me cautiously, eyeing me up and down and then looking around the room.

  Shame coats me like hot grease. My skin burns. Insecurity heats my insides and runs down my cheeks in molten tears. God I’m such an idiot. Kenneth takes a step closer. He sees the bumps all over me and jumps back. "God! Did something attack you? Are there hornet stings …"

  I looked down and I realize he can't tell what's all over me in the shadows because the curtains are closed and I left the lights off. All he can see is my body covered in bumps.

  I swipe at my stupid tears. "I'm fine. I'm fine. It's just candy. And caramel corn. Maybe some chips."

  "What?”

  I bite my lip as I fumble for words. "You're hungry. You said eating these things reminded you of back then. I was just trying to … give you a different sort of perspective. You know, since sexy times and food seem to be your thing. But then I decided that was a terrible idea. And I tried to get up. And that was a mistake. Because I now think I hate Frito-Lay's as much as you do. I'm pretty sure there are about fifty broken, pointy pieces of them digging into my ass right now." Once I start confessing it all just pours out. My filter evaporates.

  Kenneth closes the distance between us. He raises his hand my face and swipes away one stray tear. He gives me a soft smile. "It's really sweet, what you were trying to do."

  "No, it's stupid,” I sniffle.

  "Not many women embrace my kink. Looks like you were willing to go all out."

  “I just made a fool of myself, is all.”

  “Isn’t that what you’re supposed to do? When you like someone?”

  My insides go from humiliated to humming. “I dunno.”

  “I do. Thank you, Katie.” He leans down and gently kisses my lips. At first, the kiss is a chaste gentle sweep over my lips. Just a way for him to erase my embarrassment. But something about the fact that he didn't laugh at me and that he thought I was thoughtful, makes me lift up on my toes and push harder against his lips. My teeth sneak out and bite his lower lip.

  He groans. “You’re sweet and a kinky freak. I love it."

  Kenneth pulls me closer and his hands trace the undersides of my breasts as our tongues battle. I forget all about everything that happened before when the pads of his thumbs gently rub the tips of my nipples. I press into them, wanting more than just a tease, wanting him to pinch and pull on my nipples, but he moves his hand back, only keeping the gentlest contact. I whine into his mouth. He breaks our kiss and bends quickly; his lips clamp down on my nipple. He sucks hard and my exhale becomes a moan of pleasure.

  My hands reach out and dig into Kenneth's biceps. I slide my hands around back toward his triceps, which are a nice, thick, hard band of muscle. I trace up to his shoulders and along cords of his neck. My hands settle in his hair just as he moves to my other breast. He chuckles and eats off all the caramel corn pieces stuck to it. And then he treats that nipple just like the first.

  My body starts to shiver with anticipation as he slides his hand down my stomach, slowly tracing a twisting path toward my core. He's such a fucking tease. I think Kenneth must love appetizers just as much as dessert. But I’m not a patient woman. I arch forward, pushing my pussy toward his hand. He parts his index and middle fingers so that they don’t touch my nub. He uses them to stroke the sides of my lips.

  His mouth releases my breast and he slides his nose along my clavicle, whispering, "Do you want it Katie? Tell me how bad you want it."

  His tongue starts to trace up my neck but he pauses when he reaches the Cheeto powder. He pulls back and chuckles, then playfully nips my neck.“You thought you’d tempt me with Cheeto cheese?”

  “Well, it is a gateway snack food,” I reply. “No one can resist licking Cheeto cheese.”

  He proves me right. He leans back down and traces over each side of my neck with his tongue, pointing it and flattening it, then swirling it, making sure he’s gotten up every last bit of cheese. By the time he’s done, I’m a panting mess. He could fuck me right now, no further prep needed. I’m slicker than an umbrella in a rainstorm.

  I yank on his hair and pull him back up to kiss me. I crush my lips to his and then whisper, “I need you, Kenneth. I need you to fuck me. Hard.”

  He instantly responds, moving his hand from my neck to the back of my head. He yanks my hair back and then bends over me, nipping at my neck. Then he crushes me into him—until a chip fragment still stuck to my stomach stabs us both.

  He breaks our kiss. "Ow! What the hell is that?

  "A chip."

  He laughs, and to my surprise, he squats down and sucks the chip fragment into his mouth. He crunches it between his teeth and then licks and nips at my stomach. He moves on to another fragment on the underside of my breast and does the same. This time when he licks, I can't help the soft shiver that goes up my spine. Fuck. I need him. Now. I push his head down, but he just leans back and smiles at me.

  "It’s so cute to see you think you’re in charge.”

  “Kenneth!” I plead.

  “No. You’re a bad girl.” He smacks my ass. “When I walked in here, I thought you'd been attacked by hornets or something. I thought you were going into anaphylactic shock. You had bumps everywhere."

  He smacks my ass again. “You should have stayed on the bed and let me see you like that.”

  I laugh nervously. "I had my legs spread for you. I had a whole rainbow made of skittles, and I was gonna ask …”

  I trail off as Kenneth groans and puts his mouth where I want it. He points his tongue and slides it up and down my opening, not pushing inside, just teasing my nerve endings until my mind fritzes like TV static.

  “Your rainbow is magically delicious,” Kenneth leans back and grins.

  My face glows redder than Rudolph’s. "Don’t say that! God, I’m so dumb. I'm just gonna go crawl into a hole and die now."

  Kenneth laughs. "Oh no. I'm the one who's gonna crawl into a hole. Your hole." He pinches my nipple as he says it.

  If it's possible to be turned on and comically relieved at the same time, that's what I am. I laugh hard.

  When I’m finally able to meet his eyes, I whisper, “I just wanted to make you feel better."

  His responding grin is one I haven’t seen before. It’s not playful Kenneth, not seductive Kenneth. It’s tender. "You did. Now, I'm forever going to associate Rolo's with the brown spots all over your ass."

  "No!" I turn and check my butt. There's a few crumbs on it, but there are no brown marks. I was careful about the chocolate placement—thank goodness. Because otherwise, chocolate might always remind me of humiliation and shit stains. It should never be ruined like that.

  Kenneth’s hand trails over my abdomen, knocking off the few crumbs that are still clinging to me as he stands back up. His mouth brushes against mine. It's a soft kiss, but he quickly turns it into more. He thrusts his tongue inside my mouth and I respond by kissing him back with abandon. The heat builds as his mouth
dominates mine, his tongue swirling around mine, his lips sucking my tongue into his mouth. Kenneth is demanding. His hands wander down and clutch my hips, squeezing hard. I press my naked body against his, crumbs be damned. But I guess Kenneth doesn't have the same outlook on crumbs. Because he backs his body away and chuckles. "You are quite the dirty girl, Katie. I think we need to clean you up."

  I bite my lip, suddenly self-conscious, suddenly concerned about the time, when two seconds ago I didn't give a good goddamn. “Maybe we should get back to the others.”

  Kenneth eyes sparkle as he stares down at me. “You said you wanted to take care of me. That you wanted to feed me.” His fingers drift down my stomach and he drags his index finger over my slit. He dips his finger inside me and strokes a few times. Then he slides his slick finger out of me and pulls it up to his mouth, licking it clean. "Come on, Katie. I need to eat." With that, Kenneth takes my hand and walks me to the shower.

  He gets the water warm enough to be comfortable, but cold enough that when he pulls the shower head off the wall and runs the spray along my body, my nipples still pebble.

  "Oh,” I gasp, grabbing onto his shoulders.

  "Oh no, dirty little Katie. You need to put your hands here." He wraps his fingers around my wrists and places my hands on the tile wall behind me. "When I feed, I don't like to be distracted. I don't like interruptions. I like to eat in total silence so I can appreciate all the flavors."

  Oh my fucking hell, his words alone have just caused my pussy to spasm. My knees bend a little as my insides contract. I don't know if mental orgasms are possible, but if they are I fucking just had one. Shit. Dominant Kenneth is fucking hot. I keep my hands on the wall of the shower as he trails his mouth down my breasts. He laps at my left nipple, using the hand-held sprayer to stimulate the other. My nipples are normally sensitive, but when I’m getting a hot, warm mouth on one and a cool jet of water on the other at the same time—my body doesn't know what to do with itself. Everything in me just tightens.

  “No moving, Katie,” Kenneth pops off my nipple and rasps before he sticks the sprayer onto my pussy.

  Fuck! It’s freezing! At least that’s what my pussy thinks. And I want to crawl up the wall tiles and escape, only Kenneth grabs onto my wrists and holds me still. Even so, I start to shake. My libido starts to ebb. If my kitty could hiss, she’d be doing it.

  Seconds later, Kenneth drops the sprayer, kneels, and presses his hot mouth to my slit. He exhales, and the chill I felt turns into a hot, humid mist. He noses my slit, exhaling up and down the length of it, warming it all the way back up. My hips tilt of their own volition, seeking his mouth. But he puts his hands on my hips to steady them. “I’m about to eat, Katie. Don’t move, or I might lose my appetite.”

  I tense my legs, trying to hold perfectly still as his fingers part my folds and his hot tongue slides up my center. Fuck! The tease makes me want to shiver. I feel like a soda can that’s been shaken and dropped. The pressure bubbles up. I'm so close to spilling over the edge, to exploding. A little whimper escapes.

  Kenneth smacks the inside of my thigh and detaches himself. “That’s your warning. Next time, I’m spanking this hot cunt.”

  Dammit! His dirty talk is just as yummy as his dirty mouth. And the very second his tongue reconnects, I shatter. My body becomes a living, fizzling pop rock. I love bossy Kenneth. Bossy Kenneth doesn’t stop eating me out, not until his tongue has plunged inside and he’s stirred me up with his fingers and brought me to another climax. This time, I can’t stop the bucking. My hands can’t help themselves. I reach out and grab Kenneth’s dark hair and buck wildly into his face, throwing my head back and screaming.

  He draws it out, his tongue going in figure eights to keep bumping over my sensitive clit every so often. When I finally can’t take anymore, I shove his head away.

  He just grins and wipes his mouth with the back of his forearm. “Well, I hope those assholes with guns didn’t hear you.”

  My hand slaps over my mouth and my eyes go wide. “I’m sorry. I didn’t—”

  Kenneth just grins. He stands and spins me around so that I’m facing the shower wall. “If I’m gonna die, at least let me die happy.”

  He pushes lightly on my back and I bend. It’s seconds before I think to ask, “Condom?”

  I turn back to see him rolling one on.

  “He had some in the bathroom drawers.” Kenneth spits on the condom to lube it up and I can’t help but notice how thin his dick stretches the condom—his dick is so thick—before he turns my head back around. Then he slides into me. I groan because he feels so good as he pushes past my still-sensitive folds.

  “Fuck, yes. Now I don’t give a shit if they come.” Kenneth says. He pumps into me slowly, grabbing onto my hips and pushing my back down further, so my ass is lifted toward him. “Katie, mmm. Yes.”

  He alternates between pumping hard and fast and slowing down to a leisurely pace whenever he gets too close to finishing. Eventually, he uses his feet to make me spread mine, widening my stance and leaving me open and vulnerable. His hands reach around me to rub my clit in slow, maddening circles. Even when he pumps fast and hard, he doesn’t go faster on my clit. Kenneth keeps me wound tight, on edge, begging him. I think he loves to hear me say please.

  I fucking love to say it. No guy has ever dragged things out for me the way he does. No one has ever made sex a full-on out-of-body, out-of-my-mind experience like Kenneth. So I don’t just endure his teasing, I embrace it, as my pussy heats up and tingles in ways I didn’t even know were possible.

  Finally, Kenneth shoves me up against the shower wall, so that my face is turned sideways and my nipples are pressed tight against the cold tiles. He fucks me hard and fast, and his fingers start furiously circling my clit.

  “Come, Katie. Come now!” he commands.

  And I do. My mind is full of hot wet sparkles, molten chocolate, fluffy clouds—full of complete and utter mindless, discombobulated bliss.

  Kenneth comes a few pumps later with a groan. He shoves his body up against mine and leaves himself sheathed for a minute or two after. I can feel him flexing his dick inside me as it softens, drawing out his own pleasure just a few more seconds.

  Finally, Kenneth steps back. He turns the water off and holds out a hand to me. He helps me out of the shower, disposes of the condom, and then proceeds to towel me off. He won’t let me do it myself. I just smile as he dabs at the water droplets on my skin as if I were a porcelain doll. The contrast is so funny, when he was just shoving me around moments before. Once I’m dry, he dries himself and we head into Danny’s room.

  Kenneth eyes the mess on the bed, then plops down on the edge of it and grabs a ranch-flavored Dorito.

  “Still can’t believe you did this.”

  I blush and give a one-shoulder shrug.

  “You must like me.”

  A fire erupts right on my face.

  Kenneth just laughs. “Good thing I like you too, Moon Pie.”

  “What?”

  “You’d rather be Sweet Tart? Or Ruffles? I kinda like that one, too. Cause you’re easy to ruffle.”

  I come forward and smack him on the shoulder. “You’re not naming me after a snack food.”

  Kenneth leans up and gives me a peck on the lips. I can taste the ranch Doritos after his kiss. He just sits back and smirks. “Hell yes, I am.”

  And his smack on my ass settles the matter.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Heather

  The Russians start chatting again in gobble-d-gook and I try to ignore them as I sink down to sit in the opening of one of the hallways off the main room. This particular hallway has a number of windows enclosed in glass with a bunch of weird-shaped gadgets inside. They might be futuristic ray guns or dildos, I don’t know.

  Those arctic monkeys pretend I don’t exist; I pretend they don’t exist; and we’re all fucking happy for twenty minutes, until they figure out what the fuck the escape room is all about.

  They
start pressing buttons, which light up and make musical sounds like a piano.

  I cross my fingers and hope that the song they have to figure out and play is some all-American shit that they’ve never heard of. But damn Katie and her thoughtfulness to my harem’s diversity.

  The stupid song they have to play in order to beat that puzzle is “Mary Had a Little Lamb.”

  Fuck! It takes them under five minutes to solve. They whoop like teenage boys who just drilled a spy-hole into the girls’ locker room.

  When they hit that final note, my chest tightens and I want to punch one of them in the face to loosen it back up. If I get out of here and find that idiot that designed this room, I’m gonna lock them in an escape room of my own and make them have to play the most obscure Phish song ever in order to get the fuck out. Dumbass! How are these puzzles gonna take an hour, much less the three I put on the door, if they’re that easy?

  I can’t let them get out early! I don’t know how long it takes to build a bomb. I chew my nails and watch them move onto the next puzzle. They’re lining up shapes on some wall-magnet thing.

  Crap. These buttheads are good at this. They’re gonna get out.

  There’s only one thing I can do.

  Sabotage.

  I stand up slowly and start shaking my leg. Then I walk with a little limp.

  Rubin or Reval glances over.

  “My leg’s asleep,” I grumble, not quite too him, hoping that he’ll buy it.

  I walk along the perimeter of the room, looking for a puzzle piece—a magnet—anything small I could steal or break.

  My eyes fall on the box of crystals I tossed. The guys opened them up while they were figuring out the Mary Had a Little Lamb puzzle, unsure what they’d need to solve it. The crystals haven’t been used yet.

  Those crystals have to be important for something. I stand in front of the box and reach down, like I’m rubbing my aching calf muscle. But really, I grab a thin, hexagonal, rainbow crystal and hide it in my hand. It’s shaped roughly like a carrot and I briefly wonder if I could use it to stab one of them. It might take out an eyeball, but it’s pretty rounded on the end, so I’d have to gouge and dig.