One For All: A Reverse Harem Box Set

by Mia Moon

  Jax cupped my face as Cassidy swept my hair into a ponytail in his hand. He trailed kisses down my neck as Jax studied my face.

  “Want to move to the rug near the fire? It’ll be warmer.”

  “Okay. Although I’m pretty warm now.”

  The three of us shifted to the floor and we all knelt, facing each other.

  “Shouldn’t we wait for Hank? And, what should I do first?”

  Jax and Cass grinned at me. “Relax and let us take over. We’ll let you know exactly what we want you to do. Right now, we just want you to feel good and safe. And Hank will be in soon. Don’t worry about him.”

  I could hear my pulse in my ears as Cass kissed me, easing me onto my back on the white furry rug. My long hair spread out everywhere, and he caged me with his arms, kissing me. Jax stretched at my side, caressing my stomach and breasts over my clothes.

  “So fucking pretty, all that long hair,” Cass whispered.

  Just then, I heard the creak of the door and Hank’s laughter. “Y’all could’ve waited for me.”

  Cass slipped off me and rolled onto my free side. “We were just telling her that she doesn’t need to do anything she doesn’t feel comfortable doing.”

  Hank roughly pulled off his boots, grinning that devilish grin. I gaped when I saw him pull his blue henley shirt over his head, leaving him only in his jeans. He knelt at my feet, then climbed atop me while the other two guys were at our side.

  “We want you to be totally okay with this. Okay? We’re not into being aggressive or manipulative. We get pleasure by giving you pleasure. Got it?”

  I looked into his tawny eyes. “Got it.”

  “Good. Now give me that mouth.” When Hank kissed me, it wasn’t reverent or soft, like the other two. It was raw and explosive, and somehow, sparked and changed the mood between the four of us instantly.

  Although I wasn’t exactly sure what to do, the guys orchestrated me and my body. Within minutes, my clothes were off, and their hands and mouths were everywhere: my nipples, my lips, my pussy.

  “She’s so wet for us,” Cass said. “Look at how soaked she is.”

  “We’re going to make her wetter,” Hank growled. “I can’t wait to be inside her again. She’s got the tightest, sweetest little pussy.”

  They devoured me, and I had never felt such intense pleasure. Ever. I chanted their names, one my one, and then Hank rose. “Forgot something,” he mumbled.

  While he was gone, Jax slid his fingers inside me as Cassidy twirled his fingers around my clit.

  “I’m going to cum. Please don’t stop!” I cried, feeling my orgasm building and scrunching my eyes shut.

  “You’re going to cum a lot,” Jax said. “Fuck, your pussy’s so pink. Cass, look.”

  I opened my eyes to see both men fingering me, staring between my legs. Slowly, each dipped a finger inside me, stretching my inner walls. They slid their fingers out of me and each had a taste of my pussy, flicking and licking until I cried out.

  Cass went back to my clit while spreading my lips open. I felt so exposed, so wanted, so sexual, that I came, clenching my muscles around Jax and spasming against Cass.

  Hank returned, naked, and tossed a sleeve of condoms on the floor. He ripped one off and sheathed himself as the other two men moved to take their clothes off.

  He positioned himself between my legs and spread me wide. I was still pulsing from my orgasm but reached for him.

  “We’re going to take turns fucking you,” he said. I noticed that the other two were now naked, and it was overwhelming, the sheer display of masculine flesh all around me. Muscles and angles and three rock-hard cocks pointing right at me. “You need to tell us if it hurts. So we can stop.”

  “I just want to be filled up by all of you,” I whimpered. “Right now.”

  Hank was kneeling and he eased inside me, picking up my hips. I hadn’t realized how much I’d missed his cock until that moment.

  The other two took a breast in each mouth, sucking.

  This went on for, well, I don’t know how long. They passed me around, took turns, filled me and fucked me until my body was damp with perspiration. Their stamina was shocking, frankly. The air smelled like our mixed perspiration and musk, along with the woodsy scent of the fire. I’d never be able to smell another fire again without thinking of this night.

  "Don't you guys want to cum?” I asked, as I reached for Jax's cock. He stopped me from touching him.

  "We will. Right now, it's all about you. Making you comfortable."

  "Don't worry, there's plenty of time for us to be selfish," Hank added, rubbing his cock head against my swollen pussy lips.

  They licked my clit, slapped my ass, and each studied all parts of my body, as if they wanted to memorize every inch. They talked dirty and sweet, about how they wanted to worship me all night long.

  I lost count of how many orgasms I had.

  Jax drew my body onto his lap and ground me into his cock as I cried out. Hank played with my ass and my breasts, gripping me just tight enough to make me squeal. Jax exploded inside of me, and then it was Hank’s turn. I climbed on his lap and Cass fingered my forbidden hole. Hazily, I wondered if they would try double penetration, but I was in such a sex fog that I couldn’t ask, or beg, for anything more.

  Hank came with a roar, and I leaned back into Cass, who gently pushed me onto all fours and took me from behind.

  “Love your ass in the air like that,” Jax whispered, gathering my hair in his hands. “You’ve got the juiciest body.”

  As Cass slid in and out of my pussy, Jax played with my hair and Hank somehow snaked his hand underneath to my clit, giving me my umpteenth orgasm as he spoke low and growly in my ear.

  “One more, baby girl. Show us that you can cum one more time. And you look so beautiful, being fucked like that by Cass. You should see his big dick slide in and out of your little pussy, stretching you open. So fucking hot.”

  I came just as Cass did, and we moaned in tandem.

  I collapsed on the floor, exhausted. And ecstatically happy.

  “Let’s get her up to bed,” Hank said.

  “Are we all going to sleep together?” I said as he picked me up in his strong arms.

  “You bet your sweet ass, baby girl. You think we’re done with you for the night?”

  I opened my eyes halfway and grinned lazily. “Cowboy, what makes you think I’m done with any of you?”

  Chapter Eleven

  Hank set me down on a giant bed, and crawled in after me, followed by Cass and Jax. When I was about to ask if this was Hank’s bedroom, I felt myself drifting off, surrounded by warm male flesh. I was simply too physically spent to carry on, and the guys respected that.

  Hours later, the boom of thunder woke me. I was in a human limb pile, with Hank and Jax hugging me, and Cass on the other side of Jax on the far end of the big bed, sleeping alone on his back. He looked too far away, and I slipped out of the embrace I was in and crawled on top of Cass. He moaned a little and put his arms around me, and within minutes, we were making out, deep and hard.

  I trailed a line of kisses down his chest, then threw the covers off him so I could take him in my mouth. Reaching over, as I sucked Cass, I stroked Hank. Then I switched and stroked Jax while I sucked Hank. I was insatiable, wanting to taste them all. There, in the dark and on that big bed, they each spurted into my mouth and I lapped it up, eagerly.

  Satisfied that I’d pleased all my men, I collapsed again into sleep.

  When I woke the next morning, the wan, grey sky peeked through the curtains. To my surprise, I was cuddling—with Hank. Given how rough and gruff he was, I didn’t take him to be a cuddler. But he’d tenderly folded me in his arms and we apparently had slept in a spooning position. He kissed the back of my neck and I rolled to face him.

  “Where’d the other guys go?” I kissed his broad chest, snuggling closer and loving the feeling of his bare skin next to mine.

  “Jax had to tend to the horses. That’s h
is job around here. Cass is making breakfast. It’s my job to make sure you’re awake and happy.”

  I giggled and pushed a lock of his dirty blonde hair off his forehead.

  An hour later—after Hank made me happy a couple of times, once in bed and a second time in the shower—we went downstairs.

  I was ready to hug Jax and Cass, but they were in the kitchen with worried looks etched on their faces.

  “What’s up?” Hank said, frowning.

  “It’s Hope,” Jax sighed.

  The three men exchanged serious looks.

  “What?” I blurted, my stomach lurching. “What happened to Hope?”

  Jax shook his head. “I found her rolling around in the snow, lifting her back leg. Just like she did when she was sick last year.”

  Hank sighed. “How bad is it this time?

  I stared, feeling nauseous. Since riding her, I’d visited Hope in her stable every day so I could stroke her spotted nose. I felt a connection to her.

  “I’m not sure. I called Doc Joseph. He’s coming right away.” Cass looked at me. “If it’s what we think it is, it’s a condition called colic.”

  “Colic? Like babies get?” Obviously, I knew nothing about horses. Or babies, for that matter.

  “Sort of. It’s really a catch-all term for abdominal pain,” Cass said.

  “What causes it?” I frowned.

  All the guys shrugged. “There are so many possibilities. Moldy food, change of diet, parasites,” said Cass.

  “Blockages, excess gas,” Jax chimed in.

  “Or a twist in the intestine,” Hank added, and I winced. It sounded terribly serious.

  “It’s the number one killer of horses. Sometimes it can be alleviated quickly, other times, it requires surgery.”

  I gasped.

  “The vet will be here within a half hour. All we can do is try to keep her comfortable. We’ve got her in a stall, and I’m going to sit with her.”

  “I’ll go with you,” I piped up.

  “Lauren, I don’t know if you want to see this,” Hank said. “We don’t want to get you upset.”

  I shook my head. “I want to. I love Hope.”

  The guys exchanged glances again and Hank gave a little nod. I quickly donned my jacket and boots and followed Jax out to the stables.

  My heart thumped harder with each step we took toward the stables. Jax was silent, and all of his usual flirtation was gone. We walked into the stable and when Jax swung the door open, I cried out.

  Hope was sitting in the far corner, her head pressed against the stable wall. She obviously wasn’t acting normal.

  “Stay near the door,” Jax ordered. “An animal in pain is an unpredictable animal, and I don’t want you getting hurt.”

  I watched as he approached her, speaking in a low, calm voice. He crouched, and Hope allowed him to stroke her nose. I watched from afar as Jax tried to soothe her.

  “She’s real agitated. I can tell.” He looked up at me and shook his head. There was anguish in his eyes, and it almost made me start crying.

  Several minutes later—too long, it felt like—Hank and Cass walked in, followed by an older man with a tan cowboy hat and a white mustache.

  “Hey, Doc,” Jax said, standing.

  I stood in between Hank and Cass as the vet took Hope’s pulse and listened to the sounds in her belly. Jax remained at her side, talking in soothing tones.

  “It’s definitely colic,” the vet said, standing up slowly, as if stiff. “Given what happened to her last time and what I’ve seen with other horses, I think her intestines are twisted. Possibly real bad.”

  I held my breath. That sounded so awful. And the pain she must be in. The thought of any animal in pain made me want to weep. But Hope? Calm, beautiful Hope?

  Jax stood. “I’m not willing to let her go. Why don’t you give me some sedatives and Banamine, and I’ll handle it from here? Hopefully she’ll pull through.”

  The vet eyed Jax. “You’re going to need a miracle,” he said quietly. “Follow me out to the truck and I’ll give you the medicine.”

  We all left the stall and Jax and the vet turned one way to his truck while Cass and Hank steered me toward the lodge.

  “You should go do your reporting and research today,” Hank said as we walked into the warm lodge. “Try to get your mind off this. It’s ranch life. I’m not trying to sound callous, because I’m crazy about that horse. But we need to accept reality here. We’ll be all taking turns staying with her.”

  “I’m staying here today.” I stopped and stared at Hank, who shook his head.

  “Yes. I’m with all of you. I’ll make coffee, sandwiches, hot toddies. Whatever you need. Put me to work and I’ll try to help make this day a little better.”

  Cassidy drew me close and gave me a huge hug. That’s when tears sprang into my eyes.

  Hank relented, and I spent most of the day in an organizational frenzy, cooking and even cleaning the lodge while the guys monitored Hope’s health.

  For hours, not much changed with her condition, except the medicine sedated her. Around eight at night, I brought out a thermos of hot coffee for the guys, who were all in the stall. They looked more worried than before.

  Hope looked even more lifeless and sick than before, as if all her muscles sagged. Then, she started twitching and a pang of fear shot through me.

  “Her gums are grey,” Cass whispered to me. “It doesn’t look good.”

  Jax had opened her mouth and was staring inside. “No. Doesn’t look good at all.” He sighed and swore. “Let’s give her one more dose of Banamine. What else can we do?”

  Hank left the stall and returned with what looked like a fishing tackle box. He popped it open and took out the largest syringe I’d ever seen. I bit the inside of my cheek, not wanting to make any noise. Hank handed the syringe to Jax, and he swiftly, gracefully, even, pushed the needle into Hope’s neck.

  Her shaking stopped, and for a moment, I worried that she had died. But Jax soothingly patted her neck and I could see her breathing evenly.

  From his crouched position, he looked up at us. “It’s going to be a long night.”

  “You should go inside and into bed, watch some television or something,” Hank said roughly.

  “No. I’m here with you guys. All night. Don’t send me away.”

  “Stubborn little thing, isn’t she,” Cass murmured.

  “Fine. I’ll get the coolers.” Hank walked out of the stable. Maybe he was annoyed, but I didn’t care. Deep down, I knew they needed my presence. And I needed theirs—I wouldn’t want to stay inside, alone and warm, while they were out here in the cold with a dying horse.

  I frowned. “It’s pretty chilly, why does he want to get a cooler?”

  For the first time today, Jax and Cass cracked a smile. “A cooler is a horse blanket,” Jax said.

  The guys set about making a bed of sorts in the corner of the large stall on bales of hay, throwing the blankets atop and bringing old pillows, too. Hank hoisted me atop the bales and Cass slung a blanket around my shoulders and kissed me.

  I stretched out and watched the three men tend to Hope, my heart full that they were so loving with her when she needed them most. A couple of hours later, Cass stretched out next to me and held me close, until I drifted off with the scent of fresh hay and leather in the air.

  I woke, early, the light of another gray day filtering into the stable. Even though it was cold, I wasn’t. Not between the blanket on top of me and the warmth of Hank’s and Cass’ bodies. I was sandwiched between them.

  Jax was still next to Hope, talking in a measured tone. Unlike yesterday, her ears looked perky. I slipped off the hay bale and walked slowly toward Jax and Hope.

  Jax held out a fistful of hay to her. “Hey, girl. You want a little hay?”

  She took it and munched happily. Her eyes looked brighter, too.

  “That’s a girl,” he whispered, and then turned to me, smiling. I could see the dark circles under his
eyes, but he was more handsome than ever this morning. “I think she’s going to make it.”

  “I’m so glad.” I swallowed a lump in my throat. “I’ll go make you some coffee.” I touched his face with my fingertips. He kissed my palm.

  The vet came by about an hour later and the surprise was evident in his eyes when he looked at the horse. She was now standing.

  “That’s the tricky thing with colic. It can last a week, it can kill a horse, or it can go away overnight,” he said, clapping him on the back. “You got your miracle, Jaxson.”

  The next three days went by in a sex-filled, blissful blur. Hope recovered slowly, and the four of us stayed close to the ranch so we could check on her. But my departure loomed, and I tried not to think about what we were going to do when I was in New York. We all seemed to be getting closer by the hour, finishing each other’s sentences, laughing a lot and being silent at all the right times.

  I felt complete with these men. What was I going to do?

  On Friday, the day before I was supposed to leave, I checked my email. I had a message to re-confirm with my airline due to anticipated bad weather in the northwestern part of the country. Using the ranch’s office phone, I dialed the airline and waited on hold for fifteen minutes before I was connected to a representative.

  “Your flight’s been cancelled, miss. I’m afraid you’re going to have to catch the next flight out that isn’t full, and that… looks like Tuesday,” the rep said.

  I’d never been so happy to learn of a travel delay. I rebooked the flight, tossed off an email to my editor saying I was stranded in Montana, and tore down the stairs.

  I ran smack into Hank. “My flight’s been cancelled,” I cried. “I don’t have to leave until Tuesday.”

  He laughed, a big genuine sound. I hopped in his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist.

  He carried me into the living room to tell Jax and Cass the good news.

  Chapter Twelve

  The lock on my apartment door was sticky. I heaved a sigh and tried to wriggle the key out of the lock.