Quadruple Duty: All or Nothing - A Military Reverse Harem Romance

by Krista Wolf

  I got over it pretty quickly though.

  In reality I’d gone from a small one-bedroom apartment to living in one of the most prestigious Victorian mansions I’d ever laid eyes on, much less had the pleasure of renovating myself. I’d also gone from being single and lonely to having four gorgeous boyfriends… all at the same time.

  Now that had been a hell of a thing.

  I counted my blessings on a regular basis, especially whenever I was up late or couldn’t sleep. I derived a lot of good internalization from just staring up at the ceiling. Thinking about the radical turns my life had taken, and how intensely I’d grown to love these four very different, but very amazing men.

  “Ready?”

  Jason held out his hand. He looked incredibly hot in his black silk shirt, buttoned down to tailored dress slacks and a pair of matte black boots with silver buckles. He smelled good too. Like soap flakes… mixed with leather and steel.

  “You look like a rock god.”

  He laughed as my hand slid into his. “Then be my groupie.”

  “Always.”

  To my surprise he’d ordered a car; a sleek black sedan with a hood that shined like a mirror in the moonlight. It was late already, but not too late. Just the right time, actually.

  “You hungry?”

  “Starved.”

  “Dinner first then,” he grinned. “Then other stuff.”

  In less than ten minutes were on the highway, spinning off toward the city, our driver separated securely behind a frosted glass partition.

  Five minutes after that, we were all over each other.

  I had fantastic chemistry with all four of my lovers, but Jason and I had a special intensity that transcended normal attraction. Every time we got together it always felt like the first time. Or maybe the first time after a long while, if that makes any sense.

  Either way, we made out like teenagers starving to have each other. Jason hoisted me into his lap and held me there, one firm hand traveling boldly up the inside of my thigh with each passing mile. The little blue skirt I’d chosen was cute but short. It showed off even more leg than usual, especially with his hands working their way toward my hips.

  “You’re not even gonna stop me?” he teased, sliding upward another inch.

  “Stop you?” I chuckled into his mouth. “I’ll even help you!”

  I reached down as if to prove the point, but he placed his strong, masculine hand over mine. He seemed content with just kissing me, at least for now. I was equally lost in same dreamy euphoria, our tongues sliding sensuously in and out of each other’s mouth as we traded breath for breath.

  Eventually we reached our destination, wherever that was. As always, Jason had prepared everything ahead of time. One of the benefits of precision military training was just that: precision.

  “Until later,” I said, sliding out of his arms. Before I left his lap however, I gave the outline of his thick cock a promising squeeze. “But not too much later.”

  I was helped from the car by a sharply-dressed valet, and ushered into one of the finest restaurants I’d seen in my life. Bottles of wine lined every wall. Old bottles. Expensive bottles. The rich aroma of fragrant bread and roasted meat was making my mouth water before we’d even been seated.

  God, he’s hot.

  He really was. Jason was almost as casual as Dakota most times, but when he cleaned up he really shined. Right now I was almost intimidated by the handsomeness of the man seated across from me. Captivated and even taken aback by the way he radiated both gorgeousness and power.

  “Let me order for us?”

  I smiled and placed my napkin in my lap. “As long as there’s red wine involved, I’m game.”

  Jason took over from there, and we were waited on attentively. Small appetizing samples were brought out; a stunning array of beautiful colors and textures but almost nothing I recognized. Everything came on a tiny white spoon, presumably so I could shove the whole thing into my mouth in a single bite. Which of course I did.

  “You don’t like any of it, do you?” Jason grinned.

  I shook my head, trying to swallow. “No, no. Actually it’s all delicious!” I smirked and shrugged. “I just don’t know what the hell I’m eating.”

  He signaled the waiter, and five minutes later a small platter was brought out. In the center was a large, smooth stone. Fanned around it were thin strips of beautifully marbled steak — all of them raw.

  “Watch,” Jason smiled, picking up one of the pieces with the provided tongs. He laid it on the hot stone and it began to sizzle and cook. The aroma had my taste buds screaming almost immediately.

  “Seems like a pretty expensive place to have to cook your own dinner,” I quipped.

  Jason turned the piece over for a few seconds, then reached out and popped it into my mouth. It practically melted on my tongue, it was that good.

  “Oh my God! What in the world—”

  “Kobe beef.”

  Delicately I chose another piece and began cooking it to a delicious medium rare. When we were done we ordered another one, and another bottle of wine.

  “We’re not getting entrees are we?” I laughed.

  “Probably not.”

  “Fine by me.”

  It was wonderful having him one on one, all to myself. I’d really been wanting to talk to him, to ask him about Di Spatia and how things were going. Since seizing the mercenary company from a corrupt ex-comrade, Jason had turned it into a thriving, multi-national force. Ryan and Kyle had both turned down re-enlistment to help build it out, although they still maintained their own independent Ranger contracts with the Army as well.

  But for right now at least, Jason was more interested in me. He had me talking about the lot I’d just purchased — and the layout for the first of several new ‘modern vintage’ homes I’d ordered blueprints for. The term was an oxymoron that described things so perfectly, he suggested I trademark it.

  We continued nibbling bits and pieces of what could’ve been dinner, and I found myself gushing about my new plans. Jason listened attentively the whole time.

  “Enough about work,” I finally sighed. From the amused grin he wore I realized I was probably talking a mile a minute. “We’re supposed to be relaxing.”

  He poured us both another glass of wine. “You mean you’re not relaxing?”

  “Not until I’m out of these shoes.”

  Dessert was sinfully decadent; some sort of triple-chocolate mousse drizzled with raspberry sauce and sprinkled with something so good it might as well have been prepared by the devil himself. We devoured it slowly, winding down. Enjoying the effects of the alcohol, and the building anticipation of getting each other’s clothes off.

  Jason paid the bill and swept me outside, where the air was cool but not cold and the lights of the city were clear and beautiful. I held his hand as we took to the streets, letting him lead me in no particular direction. After a block or two I leaned into his shoulder, just feeling the closeness and the electricity between us.

  “Grab a drink somewhere?”

  I glanced down. My spiked black pumps made my calves look amazing, but they were probably a poor choice for walking the sidewalks.

  “We here tomorrow?” I asked.

  “All day. All night.”

  “Then I’d rather just head back to our room.”

  I squeezed his fingers suggestively between mine. Jason stopped for a second and pulled me close, hip to hip. Our cheeks touched as he pointed upward.

  “Good. Because our hotel’s right there.”

  Two blocks away, the Onyx towered over every other building in the large plaza. Sleek and black, its mirrored surface seemed to shimmer like liquid glass.

  “You’re kidding!”

  Jason’s arm went around my waist, his big palm sliding down over one smooth globe of my ass. Every muscle on that side of my body twitched with a jolt of excitement.

  “Wanna bet?”

  Eight

  SAMMARA
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  I was breathless for the rest of the walk, tingling all over. I’d never known anyone who’d even been to the Onyx, much less spent the night there. It was all too perfect; the ride out, our romantic dinner, even the short, crisp walk through the neon streets. Any other girl would’ve been dying to stay out forever — to prolong the moment, and never let such a night end.

  But all I could think about was peeling Jason’s clothes off.

  The lobby was stunning, all marble and velvet and brass. We passed beneath its ornately vaulted ceiling, along plush red carpets and past blooms of fragrant flower arrangements before arriving at a large bank of elevators. Jason produced a black card from his inside pocket that matched the building. He inserted it into a slot and a minute later we were zooming upward, my stomach dropping pleasantly as the high-speed car whooshed us invisibly past dozens of floors.

  “If this damn thing weren’t so fast we could fool around in here,” I joked.

  Jason merely smirked and crushed me against his chest. The smell of his body was already driving me out of my mind.

  “Penthouse?” I grinned, as we still continued upward.

  “Something like that.”

  The doors opened… into a room. An actual room! It was something I’d only seen in movies! I stepped out only when the shock wore off, my legs trembling like a newborn doe.

  “You’ve gotta be kidding…”

  Jason stepped forward along the polished floor, through a gargantuan common area with enough couches to seat a dozen people. I saw our bags on a luggage stand, set off to one side. Three marble steps led up to a bedchamber. The bed — covered with luxurious linens — was so high up off the floor I’d have to vault into it like a track star.

  But the main feature of the sprawling room was its view. Floor to ceiling, a long, sweeping bank of crystal-paned windows gave us a spectacular panorama. The entire city lay sprawled out beneath us, lights twinkling like multi-colored jewels as far as the eye could see.

  “Oh my GOD, Jason!” It was incredible. Beyond incredible.

  No, this was berserk.

  “This must’ve cost a fortune!”

  I turned and he was already out of his shoes. He was in the process of lifting his shirt over his head, exposing a physique that easily put half the men on American Ninja Warrior to shame.

  “I have a friend wrapped up in this place,” he said simply. “He… owes me.”

  My jaw was still dragging the floor. I picked it up. “Owes you?”

  “Yeah,” he chuckled. “All this is great…” he said, looking around, “but trust me, it only makes a dent in his debt.”

  Jason approached me slowly, walking over to where I stood by the glass. The lights dimmed automatically, on some sort of timer, and I saw him grin.

  “You want out of those shoes, don’t you?”

  I nodded as he kissed me, sliding his body into mine. We fit perfectly, he and I. There was something about the way he held me that always had me melting right into his arms.

  “I need you to leave them on though,” he murmured. His hands slid beneath my skirt, lifting it upward. Somewhere in my sea of hair, his lips found the curve of my ear. “Just a little while longer…”

  He nibbled my earlobe for a minute, driving me crazy as he kissed his way down my neck. By the time he reached my shoulder I was already sopping wet. I could feel my tiny thong, soaked through in anticipation of receiving him.

  “Sammara…”

  Suddenly his hands went rigid. I gasped as he spun me around, his hands moving with astonishing strength and speed, positioning me flat against the window as he hiked my skirt up over my waist.

  “You have something for me?”

  I pushed backward, grinding my ass into him sexily. His pants were around his ankles, because already I could feel skin on skin.

  “Yes.”

  He shoved forward, hands tightly gripping my hips. I could feel the warm bulge of his cock pressing against me, stirring with the heat and friction of being trapped between my asscheeks. Sliding sensuously against my dripping thong…

  “Where’s it going?” Jason asked.

  I moaned as he took control, gripping his cock in one hand and rubbing it up and down my molten furrow. I wanted to reach back, to slide my thong over one side of my ass and take him all the way inside me. I ached for it. Yearned for it…

  “I said, where’s it going?” my lover growled into my ear.

  He pushed me forward, pinning me against the glass. It was insanely hot. The smooth surface felt pleasantly cool against my outstretched palms.

  Jesus Christ, Sammara…

  “Mmmmm…” I purred over my shoulder. “You know where I want it…”

  His hand was between us now, three soaked fingers gliding deliciously up and down. Spreading my wetness. Spreading me wide open for him as he finally slid my panties to one side… and pressed his well-lubricated thumb gently against my tight little asshole.

  “That’s my girl…”

  Nine

  SAMMARA

  He fucked me deeply, pushing me all the way against the glass with every inch of his rock-hard cock. The feeling of fullness was incredible. Indescribable.

  Especially coupled with the exquisite pleasure provided by the tip of his thumb… penetrating my asshole.

  I bit down on his free hand, which was now in my mouth. Jason used the leverage to fuck me roughly. To pull my body backward, spearing me with every last inch of him.

  God…

  I loved every second. Being dominated… being taken like this! And yet I knew what was coming next, even before he took his hand from my mouth. Even before I heard the familiar sound of a tiny cap being popped open and a bottle being squeezed…

  “There…”

  Warm oil ran down the crack of my ass, smoothed around by Jason’s probing, churning thumb. It had to have been in his pocket. Brought thankfully beyond room temperature by the heat of his own body.

  Ohhh…

  It felt soothing and wonderful, even as his thumb was replaced by the head of his cock. Even as my lover pushed the full length of himself inside me, filling me from behind, causing me to hiss along that knife-edge of pain and pleasure. Pushing ever further, ever deeper. Past the initial tension and resistance to reach the sweetness of pure ecstasy.

  Oh… fuck yes!

  I’d developed a weakness for what we were doing, but the conditions had to be right. Jason was the master of putting me in a raunchy mood. He knew that sweet spot too, between three and four glasses of wine. When I was relaxed enough to enjoy it. Still sober enough to savor the feeling of being packed so deliciously full…

  You love it and you know it.

  I did. I really, really did.

  “Oh, FUCK me…”

  Jason’s hands were like clamps, holding me in place. Pounding me forward against the window with my skirt hiked up and my high heels on and my hot breath fogging the glass. The sensations were overwhelming. The view was dizzying. Down below I could see lines of headlights and taillights, people walking the streets like ants. Totally oblivious to what we were doing. Blissfully unaware I was up here in this beautiful hotel suite, staring breathlessly down at them, watching them while getting screwed deep in the ass…

  “Oh Jason… oh, yes… YESSSSS…”

  It was so dirty. So filthy and wrong and yet perfectly right. Jason fucked me fiercely as I bucked back against him, driving my warm supple cheeks against his hard lower body. His cock was a steel rod, buried inside me. I impaled myself on him out of sheer need and wanton desire, gasping with the exertion, sucking in every breath through my teeth as I felt one strong hand slide its way downward, between my legs..

  “Oh… oh baby…”

  His hand was warm and slick, his fingers firm. I could feel the first one gliding through my slit, then pulling me upward. Granting access for the others to begin rubbing my clit…

  Ohhhhh…

  Small, tight circles. Over and over. Pressing and rubbing a
nd drilling into my sensitive pink button, even as Jason continued pounding away, not missing a single stroke as he drove the full length of his shaft, over and over, into my ass.

  I could’ve lasted, had I wanted to. Thankfully I didn’t. I let go right away, dropping my resistance. Reaching back with one hand to grab his head… pulling him forward against me at the penultimate moment of my impending climax.

  “Come for me!”

  I gasped the words like a beggar. Like I was starving for it. Like I’d do anything…

  “Jason… oh baby… please come…”

  I felt it before I heard his groans, one last thrust followed by two powerful contractions… deep in my bowels. I clenched tightly around him, heightening his own orgasm, coming around his fingers even as he emptied his balls into my hot, forbidden channel. His fingers dug into my hips, clenching me, holding me still while he grunted and groaned and filled me from within. Every sound was music to my ears. Every sigh, every growl — it was all part of the same magnificent symphony. The wonderful song of our dripping hot, mutual finish.

  My long legs quivered as he held me motionless, the muscles corded tightly while standing tall in my heels. Then Jason dropped to his knees and removed them, one by one. Releasing them… Rubbing them in his palms…

  Oh my God.

  It was like having another orgasm, right then and there.

  He carried me to the bed. Undressed me. Kissed me all over again. For a while we just lay there basking, playing with each other’s bodies. Tracing our fingertips over each other’s warm skin. Jason’s was tan but hairless, his sun-bronzed flesh stretched over mountains and ridges of muscle. Mine was all pale and porcelain and flawlessly smooth.

  “I love you,” I breathed, kissing him tenderly. His lips, like the rest of his body, felt like playing with fire.

  Jason’s eyes burned into mine. His expression was deep. Placid. Serious.

  “Not half as much as I love you.”

  Ten