All for One: A Reverse Harem Romance

by Mia Moon

  “We will never let anyone do this to you, ever again,” I whispered fiercely. I wanted to go to her, soothe her, love her. But I didn’t want the guy — her ex, I assumed — to wake up and slip away. I pressed a knee to his chest and spit in his face.

  “Mr. Grimes, Samantha suffered a broken orbital bone, a broken rib and has some internal bleeding. Right now she’s resting comfortably. She’ll need to be in the hospital for a couple of days. After that, does she have someone who can care for her? Family? Friends? A boyfriend?”

  Rex, Shaun and I glanced at each other. She’s got three of them, as far as we’re concerned.

  “We’re her close friends,” I said to the doctor in a clipped tone. “We’ll take care of her.”

  The doctor, an older woman with kind brown eyes, touched my shoulder. “I heard from the officers about how you boys found her. Most women aren’t so lucky. I’m glad she has friends like you.”

  “Can we see her? Just for a few minutes, doc? Just to make sure she’s okay?” Shaun piped up.

  The doctor nodded. “Come this way.”

  She led us down a corridor and pauses in front of a salmon-colored door. “Just don’t be alarmed by all the tubes. It’s worse than it looks.”

  The doctor pushed the door open and pointed inside, indicating that the three of us could file in. We do, and it took all I could muster not to sink to my knees in both anger and gratitude.

  Anger that Samantha’s ex husband would hurt her to this degree. Gratitude that he was behind bars now, that she lived, that we were there to save her, that she was in our lives to begin with.

  Rex was clenching his jaw so tight that I can see the muscles in his face bunch up. Shaun’s hands were balled into fists and he inhales long.

  “I’ll give you a moment,” the doctor said. “Please don’t wake her.”

  The three of us stood there, staring at our beautiful, broken angel. Her golden hair was spread over the white hospital pillow, and a nasty purple bruise had bloomed around her right eye. Her arm was attached to an IV drip and other unidentifiable tubes.

  “We need to take care of her,” Rex said quietly.

  Shaun nodded.

  “I’ll do anything,” I said.

  “Do you think…” Shaun’s voice trailed off.

  Rex and I looked at him and raised our eyebrows.

  “If she wanted to, if you two wanted to, do you think we could all live at my place? At least try it out?” He stepped forward and stroked her left hand. “I think it would be good for her.”

  “I’d be willing to try,” Rex said. “We’ll have to set some ground rules.”

  I took a breath. “It’s not what I anticipated a relationship would look like. But I’m also willing to give it a shot. I love her. I know you two love her. We always have.”

  They nodded in tandem.

  “Love her so much,” Shaun whispered.

  “Agreed. And I feel this need to protect her,” Rex said.

  Just then, Samantha stirred. “Mmmph,” she groaned, her eyes fluttering open.

  We all clustered around her, lightly touching her frail, bruised arm. “Shh,” I said. “We’re here. We’re not going to leave you. Ever.”

  Epilogue

  three years later

  Samantha

  It was our anniversary, and we were in Taylor’s Mercedes SUV, having just finished the most delicious meal at the hottest steakhouse in Austin.

  As always, I was in the passenger seat — no matter whose car we were in, I always rode shotgun — and I was buzzed, not from wine, but from the romantic weekend they’d planned.

  I’d never anticipated being the girlfriend of three men. Hell, after my ex, I never dreamed I’d even meet one decent guy. But ever since the day I was attacked and put in the hospital, Taylor, Shaun and Rex hadn’t left my side. They’d been there when I graduated from college, and had sat with me in court while I watched Zack get sentenced to a twenty-five year prison term.

  They’d cooked dinner when I’d gotten the full-time job doing art therapy at a battered women’s shelter in a nearby town.

  We’d all moved into Shaun’s big house. It should’ve been weird and awkward, should have been strange and foreign. But it wasn’t. Somehow, everything worked smoothly. Oh, there were times that our schedules clashed or someone was a bit jealous, but we’d set some house rules.

  We all had our own bedrooms. I slept with a different guy every night, and the fourth night was mine alone. The fifth night, if I wanted, was the time we all played together.

  Night Five, we called it.

  Tonight, our anniversary, was a Night Five.

  And we were headed to an expensive suite at a boutique hotel in downtown Austin. When the four of us stepped in the packed elevator, my panties were already wet thinking about what we’d do when we got to the penthouse.

  We filed into the suite, one by one, and tonight, they had their plan.

  Rex blindfolded me. Shaun took off my red dress and literally tore my underwear off my body. The ripping sound of the fabric made my pussy gush like a waterfall, and I looked longingly at the giant bed draped in red and black satin.

  “Bed, now,” growled Taylor, and someone carried me to it.

  My hands went over my head and I felt the silk ties around my wrists. My legs were spread and my ankles anchored with more silk ties.

  One man penetrated my cunt, while another eased into my tight, puckered back hole. It was hours of hands, tongues, diamond-hard cocks. They filled me with sperm and love. Caresses and orgasms.

  The whispered words of adoration and love, and the never-ending feeling that finally, finally, I’d found exactly what I was looking for, in my three best friends.

  THE END

  Read on for a sneak peek of Mia Moon’s other book, Wanting Him!

  WANTING HIM

  A sneak preview of WANTING HIM, a collection of dirty short stories by Mia Moon:

  Antonio and I fucked all summer, sneaking around behind our parents’ backs.

  One night, after our parents had gone to bed, I was in the bathroom, brushing my teeth. Antonio came in, shirtless and wearing a pair of sexy black track pants. God, I loved his broad chest. It was smooth and olive-skinned and every time I saw him without a shirt I had an urge to run my tongue around his peaked nipples.

  I spit my toothpaste into the sink and looked up. “Hey,” I said with a whisper.

  Antonio took a towel and wiped toothpaste off my mouth. He was sweet like that.

  He pressed his mouth to mine and kissed me hard. We hadn’t had much contact all day because it was a Saturday and both our parents were home.

  I sighed and wrapped my arms around him. I was falling totally in love with my stepbrother, but I knew nothing would ever come of it.

  He was my stepbrother, for God’s sakes. What was I going to do? Tell my mom that we’d been fucking for a couple of weeks now, whenever she and Antonio’s dad left the house? That he’d crawl in my room and finger fuck me silently because we didn’t want the bed springs to creak? That I blew him in the basement one Sunday morning while our parents were at church?

  I kissed him and rolled my tongue around his, feeling my nipples get hard against the flimsy cotton of my t-shirt. As usual when I was around Antonio, I felt my panties get damp. I was extra horny tonight and I wasn’t sure why.

  Antonio pulled away. “I can smell your pussy,” he whispered.

  I gasped. “Oh God, that’s bad.” I moved away but he trapped me in his arms. How embarrassing!

  “It’s not bad. It smells like you. Like your delicious little cunt. It’s the best smell in the world. Kinda like cherries and…”

  “And what?” Maybe my pussy smell turned him on. Hmm. I nibbled on his neck and he squeezed my ass.

  “And pussy. Sweet pussy that I want to fuck.”

  Yes, please.

  He pushed me against the sink and I hopped up to sit. We were in my bathroom, and I had one of those long sink counters. I sp
read my legs so he could nestle between the, feeling his huge cock right near my wet heat.

  Antonio slipped his hand under my shirt and grabbed my right tit. He squeezed hard, which always made a rush of wet go right to my snatch, then he pinched my nipple. I pressed my face into his chest, trying not to cry out.

  Our parents were sleeping just down the hallway. Mere feet, really, if I thought about it, but I didn’t want to go there in my mind. All I knew was that there was no way we could let them hear what we were doing or we’d both be dead.

  “Shhh,” he hissed, pinching my nipple again. Antonio liked to be rough with me, and I’d discovered that I loved it. Which was difficult because we had to sneak around a lot and I had to be quiet while he touched me.

  I palmed his dick — by now, two weeks into our “relationship,” I’d figured out exactly how to stroke so he’d go crazy — and slipped my hand down under the waistband of his pants.

  I squeezed and gripped his long, thick shaft. My mouth watered a little.

  “Tonio,” I whispered in his ear. “I want you to fuck my mouth.”

  Now, I was only eighteen at the time and had recently been deflowered by Antonio. But in the two weeks we’d been together, I’d learned to talk as dirty as a porn star. And Antonio loved every minute of it.

  “That’s my baby sister,” he whispered back, with a teasing glint in his eye. He loved saying stuff like that partially in jest. Of course, I wasn’t his sister; we hadn’t grown up at all together. But the fact remained, we were step-siblings and I was beginning to think he got off on the taboo aspect of our sex.

  Come to think of it, I did, too.

  “I want to suck my big brother’s cock,” I whispered.

  He sucked in a breath and seemingly his dick got harder in my hand. “You like that, don’t you?” I asked.

  “Like what?”

  “When I pretend to be your real sister.”

  He nodded and gulped as I slowly worked his cock in my hand. “Fuck yeah, baby girl.”

  Antonio took off his pants and his cock sprang out, as if it was unfurled and ready to put on a show just for me.

  “Get on your knees,” he said.

  I slid off the counter and we switched places. His back was to the counter and I was in front of him, kneeling. He took his fat cock in his hand and I obediently opened.

  “Can I touch myself?” I whispered.

  “No. I'm the one who's going to make you cum. Open that mouth and suck my cock.”

  Obediently, I did. He guided his dick to my mouth and slapped my bottom lip with the tip. Then he smacked my cheek with it.

  “Please let me suck it,” I murmured.

  “Shut up. They’re going to hear us,” he hissed.

  Oh shit. I kept forgetting our parents were so close. I was that turned on.

  Antonio slid his cock into my wet mouth and fucked my face. He held my head in place and pumped, ramming it down my throat. Tears stung my eyes but I wanted more. I loved the feeling of my mouth full of his prick, how his salty taste mingled with the toothpaste and how he’d ram it, back and forth, in and out, while gripping my hair.

  He sharply inhaled and his cock got fuller, and that’s when he pulled out and shot plump wads of cum all over my face. It went on my lips and dribbled down my chin, and I opened my mouth to try to take it in, sticking my tongue out to capture some of the hot spunk.

  Just then, I heard a noise. I looked up at Antonio and he looked back with panic in his eyes.

  How were we going to explain this to our parents, with me on my knees and with Antonio’s cum all over my face — not to mention his semi-hard dick just inches from my mouth?

  “Mia?” It was my mother’s voice. Oh, shit!

  “Yes, mom?”

  “You okay in there?” Her voice was close just on the other side of the door. My heart pounding, I didn’t dare move.

  “Yeah mom, I’m good.”

  I tried to sound as normal as possible, all while Antonio’s cum trickled down my chin.

  “I thought I heard something.”

  Jesus Christ was she rattling the doorknob?

  Had Antonio locked it?

  The noise at the doorknob stopped.

  I felt like I was about to have a heart attack. “Oh, uh, no mom. I just nicked myself shaving. It startled me, that’s all. I’m going to sleep soon.”

  “Okay, dear. Be careful and put a bandaid on if you need. Sweet dreams.”

  I looked up into Antonio’s face. He was ashen.

  “Sweet dreams, Mom.” I hoped my voice wasn't too shaky.

  Antonio and I stayed in position like that for what seemed like an hour, but I know it was only about five minutes. Finally I exhaled and he pulled me up. It felt like his sperm had dried on my face like a mud mask.

  He grinned as he pulled up his pants and ran a washcloth under water. Gently he dabbed at my face and cleaned all the cum off my skin. He followed that up with a tender kiss to my lips.

  He could be so loving when he wasn't being rough with my body. God, I loved him! What was I going to do?

  “Thanks,” I said in my softest whisper.

  Inside, I was feeling disappointed. Despite my mother’s interruption and the sheer terror of almost being discovered sucking off my stepbrother, I was still wet and needy. I wanted an orgasm, too. Antonio had made me greedy like that, greedy and needy for sex.

  I took his hand and guided it to my crotch. He licked his lips and smiled, then took his hand away and pressed a finger to his lips, telling me to be silent.

  Then he moved away from the sink counter and patted it, indicating that he wanted me to sit there.

  I did, and he closed my legs so he could slip my simple white cotton panties over my legs. He pulled my T-shirt over my head and I was naked. My clit was throbbing and I instinctively opened my legs.

  He studied my pussy for a while and I slid my hand to my clit. He wrapped his thumb and forefinger around my wrist and I wanted to groan in frustration, but I obviously couldn’t, not with my mom on the prowl.

  He wagged his other finger back and forth, as if to tell me no. Then he turned to the tub and reached to the ledge. What was he getting?

  When he turned back to me, he was holding my razor and shaving cream. What was he going to do?

  He ran a washcloth under the faucet and wiped my entire pussy area with it. It felt warm against my skin. Then he filled the sink with water and used the stopper so it wouldn’t drain.

  Antonio was going to shave me. Down there.

  He squirted some of my shaving foam into his hand, and spread it all around my mound and labia and the wispy hair. I’d never been waxed and I hadn’t shaved before, just a bit near the bikini. Now that I saw the shave cream on my pussy, I realized that I was kind of hairy.

  Antonio massaged the white foam into my skin, and the smell of jasmine and my musk wafted up to my nose. My clit peeked out from the suds and he slowly ran his finger against the super-sensitive nub.

  Then he took my razor and began to shave. It gave me the most exquisite tingles, the upward motion raking against my skin. He started with the upper pussy area and removed all the hair there. I felt myself getting wetter as the razor came closer to my pussy lips. He rinsed the razor off in the sink, swirling it in the water.

  I was so turned on that I wanted to scream. But of course, I couldn’t, because of our parents. So with one hand, I squeezed my own tit and pinched my nipple, riveted by watching him carefully moving the razor in small, swift motions and taking the hair away.

  I bent one knee and tucked one foot onto the console so he could have better access. He pulled my lips apart with one hand and slowly, maddeningly, he scraped the razor against my labia, gently pressing and moving over the folds.

  My pussy was pink against the white cream and I could tell it was a bit swollen, too, because I was so turned on. Antonio shifted from one side to the other, intently staring at my crotch as he lovingly raked the razor over my skin.

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bsp; Then he took the wet washcloth and wiped me again. He looked up at me with big eyes and nodded toward my crotch. I nearly cried out from surprise. My pussy was totally bald and smooth, pink and pristine.

  “Open your mouth,” he whispered in my ear, and I did.

  He rolled up the washcloth so it looked like a tube and stuck it in my mouth.

  “You’re going to bite on this when you come.”

  He grabbed a hand mirror I kept on the other end of the counter. Pressing it into my hand and angling it toward my pussy, I held it as he stood kind of to the side, his nose in my ear. I watched him stroke me with his fingers. I bit down on the wet washcloth, feeling a little discomfort but also just wanting to fucking orgasm because he was driving me crazy. Watching him shave me, the fear of being caught, sucking him off — it was all so insanely wrong and dirty but I was loving every perverted second of it.

  I was juicy, creamy, wetter than I’d ever been. Gushing, in fact. My hole seemed to drip wetness now that it was shaved. I stared into the mirror as he stroked my smooth labia.

  He leaned into my ear. “I love the way my little sister’s pussy looks now.”

  With his middle finger, he twirled against my clit, which was engorged and evident now that I had no hair. I watched, rapt, as he stroked it, then dipped a finger into my slick cunt. I could see his finger go into my gaping hole, then come back out, making a little squish noise.

  Then he finger fucked me with three fingers, jamming them in and out. Finally, he pulled out and strummed my clit, and I watched myself cum. I squirted — I did that a lot with Antonio — and my pussy juices hit the mirror. I could see my angry red clit and my muscles spasm as I came and I wanted to scream I was so turned on, but all I could do was bite down on the towel and squeeze my eyes shut.

  He took the towel out of my mouth and I grinned. Now I knew what a shaved pussy felt like, and I loved it.