Loved by the LumberJacks_A MFMMMM Reverse Harem Romance

by Sierra Sparks

  “I can’t wait for more of that,” I say, with a satisfied smile.

  “And without so much as a single guilty thought about it,” Boyd says, and I take his hands in mine.

  “You got that right,” I tell him. I never believed in all the religious stuff but I was just trying to be respectful of Andrew and Colleen. When I realized nothing was as perfect with them as they pretended it was, I decided to find my own way and decide what I really believe in. While I’m not completely sure what that is, I know it isn’t fake hypocrisy. I’m ready to be my own person now, and to give in to what I want, which is being with Boyd.

  We walk back out to the restaurant and find our table. If anyone working or eating here had heard us, they make no indication. We sit back down and our food arrives a few minutes later.

  “Well, look at you smiling like an angel while you’re served steak,” Boyd says, teasing me.

  “I am an angel,” I tell him, winking innocently.

  “That you are,” he says. “My little Christmas angel, who turns into a devil when she takes me to the ladies’ room.”

  Chapter 24 – Boyd

  The next day, I meet with the partners in the main conference room. They’re unsure as to why I’ve called them into this meeting, but they can tell they’re about to hear something good just by the look on my face.

  “What’s with the shit-eating grin, Ashdown?” Cameron asks, leaning against the table. He looks at me with pure amusement.

  “Yeah, why did you call us in here?” Asher asks, looking at me curiously. “It better be good. I was busy not getting work done.”

  I can’t help but laugh at the joke.

  “Well, I just wanted to let you know that Grace and I are officially together,” I say and wait for their reactions.

  “I’m glad to hear everything worked out,” Tim says, sincerely. Steve looks more surprised but takes it in stride.

  “You knew this was going to happen?” Steve asks Tim, sounding astonished. “Why didn’t anyone tell me? I’m trustworthy!”

  “I knew he was planning on going after her,” Tim says, shrugging. “I didn’t know if he was going to get her or not. For all I know, he was coming in here to tell us he quit too.”

  “Of course, he was going to get her! How could you ever question that?” Steve says, looking at me with that old hint of jealousy. “He gets every girl he lays his eyes on.”

  “There’s only one girl I have eyes for now,” I say to them, but they don’t look entirely convinced.

  “Whatever you say, man,” Asher says, getting up from the table and heading towards the door. “I’m just glad people are done talking about liabilities around here.”

  “That’s the other thing,” I tell them, and they all turn around to look at me again. “I want her to have her old job back. It wasn’t fair she had to quit just because of me.”

  Tim and Steve groan, but Garrett nods his head knowingly along with Asher and Cameron.

  “I know what you mean,” he says. “And I think we can work something out. Right, guys?”

  “What about Oliver?” Steve asks.

  “I’m sure he can be a floater until someone else is in need of a permanent assistant,” I say. “And don’t worry, he’s a great one.”

  “Well then, I guess that’s settled,” says Garrett, ready to get back to business— or, if I know him, to the golf course, or home with Carolina, since he can never stop fucking gushing about her.

  “I’m just glad you’re over Shelley,” Tim says, also heading towards the door. “She really laid you out. This girl better not do the same.”

  “She won’t,” I say, confidently, and I follow them out of the conference room.

  When I get back to my office, Grace is there waiting for me. I pull her into my arms and kiss her deeply, pulling her tightly to me.

  “How did they take it?” Grace asks, pulling away from me. She runs her finger along my bottom lip. I nip at her touch, making her smile.

  “Well, they were just glad to know I hadn’t created a liability for them,” I say, with a large smirk on my face. One that might be considered shit-eating. “They’re fine with you coming back, and I’m sure they’ll have you fill out the requisite HR paperwork with Monique. And they were glad that I was done fooling around at work. Little do they know that it’s still going to happen,” I say and Grace raises her eyebrows at me. “But only with you.”

  “Good answer,” Grace says, wrapping her arms around me. “So, tell me. Are you a man of your word?” Grace asks, running her hand down my leg.

  I jump at the touch and smile down at her, grabbing her ass. “You could say that again.”

  I throw her up against the desk and fling her skirt up around her waist. I can’t help but silently bless the making of skirts. I’m pleasantly surprised to see her bare ass on full display right in front of me.

  “Well, someone thought they were going to get lucky today,” I say, teasingly and slap her ass gently. She giggles at my touch and turns her head toward me.

  “I’d say you were about to be the lucky one,” She says, wiggling her ass.

  “You can say that again,” I say, while plunging my fingers into her wet pussy.

  I finger her for a bit, teasing her, until I turn her towards me and kiss her deeply. She grabs a hold of my tie and tugs me over to the sofa. She pushes me down on top of it and start rubbing my stiffening cocks with her now expert hands.

  I was already mostly hard and she gets me all the way there. Then she begins licking the tip of my pulsating cock, taking in the pre-cum. I can’t help but smile as I remember when she wasn’t even sure what that was.

  I hurry and put on a condom. She then slides onto my cock slowly, rocking back and forth in a teasing motion. She moves faster and faster with each passing moment and she grabs my hands and presses them on her firm breasts.

  “Touch me, Boss,” she commands, and I say, “Hell yeah, you bad girl.”

  I squeeze them gently and she leans forward and swings her boobs in my face. I take one of her nipples in my mouth and suck, hard, her back arching in response. She continues pounding her pussy up and down on my cock with growing vigor.

  I watch her face as she reaches climax and she lets out a loud moan that I’m sure can be heard around the office. She slaps a hand to her mouth and I pull her down to me and kiss her. I can’t help but laugh.

  She rides the wave of her orgasm and continues until I start to reach mine. Her second one comes just as mine does and I explode into the condom inside her, releasing the built-up tension. When we’re both finished, she slides off me and lays down beside me as I pull off the condom.

  “You know, I meant what I said to Andrew,” I say, lying next to her naked body on the sofa. I stroke her hair as she plays with my fingers.

  “What do you mean?” she asks, looking up at me.

  “I’m going to give you a raise. You’re good at your job and you deserve it,”

  “Thank you, Boyd,” Grace says, leaning up to kiss me. “I really appreciate that. I could maybe even find a place of my own.”

  “That’s the idea. Unless we figure something else out, of course.”

  She smiles. I know we’re going fast, but I don’t care. I’m fucking in love with her.

  “And you’re also very good at making me happy,” I say, nuzzling my chin into the top of her hair, taking in the now familiar smell of her shampoo.

  “Right back at you,” Grace says, moving closer to me.

  There’s a knock at the door and we both jump. Grace scrambles to find her clothes, but I stop her. I want a few more minutes of peace with my love and her naked body.

  “Mr. Ashdown,” Oliver’s voice calls from the other side of the door.

  “Now’s not a good time, Oliver,” I call to him, hoping he’ll have his wits about him. “I’ve kind of got my hands full.”

  At that, I grab Grace up in my arms and she squeals audibly. I put a finger to her lips to keep her quiet. She giggle
s uncontrollably.

  A few minutes pass and I assume Oliver has gone back to his desk. Whether or not he heard us, I’ll have to determine later. But for now, it’s just Grace and I. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

  “What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him,” I say, and kiss Grace on the lips.

  And what Grace doesn’t know—that I have a little Christmas surprise up my sleeve for her—won’t hurt her either. In fact, I rather hope it will progress our relationship and help it along even further.

  Epilogue

  Grace

  The night of the firm Christmas party, it actually snows, which is rare for December in Albuquerque. Boyd and I are bundled up in our winter jackets and I hold onto his arm as we walk into the party.

  It’s already in full swing by the time we arrive fashionably late, with “Jingle Bell Rock” blasting, and then Erin runs up to me, handing me a cocktail. “Drink up,” she says.

  Once she sees my eyes pop open, she adds, “They don’t card.”

  I down the drink, loving the way it burns in my stomach. All the office couples are here: Asher and Madilyn, Cameron and Ruby, Damien and Katie, Garrett and Carolina, and of course Erin and Jameson. Those who have kids have left them with sitters for a fun night out.

  “This is an awesome party,” I whisper into Boyd’s ear. He squeezes my arm, to let me know he agrees.

  Erin and I drink another cocktail while Madilyn tells all about the joys of pregnancy and motherhood. “Silent Night” begins to play, and Boyd and I sway together in a slow dance.

  Silent night, holy night, all is calm, all is bright.

  We rock together to the music and I can’t help but think of the decorated halls of St. Benedict’s, where I will probably never set foot again. I’m still upset that everything I thought I had was an illusion, but at least I have Boyd’s love to see me through. I think I’m finally finding my own way now, with his help, and relying on no one but the two of us and our trusted circle, which includes many of the people in this very room.

  Pastor John called and tried to get me to come back but I told him what had happened with Andrew. He’d said he didn’t condone that and had thought Andrew was a man of the Lord. He said I am welcome there and he will make sure that Andrew isn’t.

  While I appreciate it, I don’t think church was ever really my thing. I told him I would see him when I’m helping out at the mission and that I’d drop by sometimes to say hi but other than that, I think it is time for me to go my own way. He seemed to understand, as best as he could.

  “Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer” begins playing next, and my friends come back over with antlers. We put them on and start a congo line, laughing as we kick up our heels, with even Claude joining in.

  “You look so good in your red dress,” Boyd says as I leave the line and take my spot by him again. I need a kiss from him, and he gives me one.

  Finally, a loud clanging sound can be heard.

  “Listen up,” Monique says, ringing a big pair of jingle bells. “I’d like to propose a toast. To a very successful merger, to all the lawyers who make the firm what it is, and to all the staff who help make it great.”

  “Here, here,” Asher calls out, and everyone’s glasses make a “clinging” sound as we knock them together. Boyd pulls me in for a kiss.

  “I love you, my good girl,” he says into my ear.

  “I love you too, Boss.”

  “Here’s to a successful end to 2017 and to the bright future that awaits us in 2018,” Madilyn says, beaming her bright, beautiful smile.

  We all toast again and I’m wondering whether we should call it a night. I’m looking forward to my personal Santa Claus taking me home and putting me over his lap. But suddenly Boyd walks over to where Monique is, which is in the middle of the crowd of coworkers.

  “Can I have your attention, please?” he asks.

  Everyone oooh’s and awwww’s, even though no one knows what he’s going to say. My cheeks flush, wondering if it’s going to be something about me.

  “As many of you know, I’ve become smitten with my legal assistant Grace,” he says.

  Oh, my God. How embarrassing. But how touching.

  “Yeah, we know,” Cameron calls out, rolling his eyes.

  “You never let us forget,” Asher taunts.

  “That’s the way things seem to go here at Marks and Sanchez,” Tim calls out.

  “Sugar Daddy Central,” Ruby and Katie sing out in unison, their arms around each other. But they’re smiling at me, as are Carolina and Erin and Madilyn and Claude and apparently everyone else in the room.

  “So, I wanted to get a Christmas present for her, and I thought now would be as good a time as any to do it, since the firm helped out with it.”

  “Ooooh,” comes a chorus of voices.

  I have no idea what he could mean. But suddenly Monique comes out of a back room I hadn’t even realized she’d disappeared to, carrying a large cardboard check.

  I squint to make out what it says.

  $500,000. To St. Benedict’s Mission–The Foster Home Fund.

  I blink, not sure I can believe it.

  “Really?” I ask. “This is for the mission?”

  I run up to Boyd and throw my arms around his strong waist.

  “Really,” he says, bending down to kiss me. “And it’s for you, of course. Because I know how much that place means to you.”

  “Oh my God, thank you!” I say, jumping up and down. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

  Everyone claps, and Boyd calls out, “It’s from the entire firm. All the partners contributed.”

  “Thank you, Asher, Madilyn. Ruby, Ron…” I look around the room, trying to thank everyone, until people start waving their hands at me and saying not to worry about it and to just enjoy the gift.

  Boyd gives me a deep, passionate kiss. “I’m so glad you like your big present,” he says.

  “I do!”

  “Good,” he says. “Because I have a small one for you too. And I think it will eventually make you say that phrase again.”

  “What?” I ask, confused.

  But before I realize what’s happening, he’s down on one knee, holding up a little blue box.

  “Boyd? Really?” I ask, even more astonished than the first time around. Everyone claps and jumps up and down, as incredulous as I am. I think this part is a complete surprise to everyone, including me of course.

  “Yes, really,” he says, laughing. “What do you say?”

  “I say, yes, Boss!” I call out, jumping up into his arms.

  “Wooooo!” someone calls out loud and strong, and in the corner of my eyes I see that it was Madilyn, who is right now being kissed by Asher. The original boss and employee couple at this firm—the first girl here to ever say “Yes, Boss” to a man who would later become her husband here—are really happy for us. And I’m happy for us, too.

  Boyd spins me around as “Rocking Around the Christmas Tree” begins to blare from the speakers. Its happy tone is so much more festive than the somber “Silent Night” although I love both songs.

  I look down at the shiny, large diamond ring that Boyd has taken out of the box, before he puts it on my finger.

  “It’s beautiful,” I tell him.

  “Good, because so are you.”

  He kisses me again and then sets me down. “Merry Christmas, everyone!”

  “Merry Christmas, Boyd! Merry Christmas, Grace!” our coworkers and friends call out.

  “And now,” he whispers into my ear, “I need to take my fiancée to my house. I believe you’ll be moving in with me, right?”

  “Of course,” I tell him, excited for our future together. Like he said before, I know we’re moving fast, but it feels right. In fact, my life has never felt better than it does this Christmas season. I hope that if my mom was wrong and there is a heaven up there, that she is looking down on me, proud of what I became despite the struggles she endured.

  I know no one would choose
to live or die the way that she did, and that in my heart she’ll forever be the mom who rocked me when I was a baby, before anything bad had ever happened to me, but also before all this good stuff with Boyd and my job here at the firm had ever happened, either. I send a silent Christmas prayer up to her, letting her know I forgive her, and that I’m okay. Boyd and I are more than okay. And we will make sure we can do everything possible to help the other foster kids at the mission.

  “Good, let’s go” Boyd says, beaming that confident, charming smile. “Because we need to christen the bed, as fiancé and fiancée.”

  “Only the bed?” I ask, with a laugh.

  “No, that’s just first,” he says. “And then the kitchen counter. And the kitchen table. And the couch. And the floor.”

  “And under the Christmas tree,” I chime in, as I hug Erin, who has already gotten my coat and hands it to me.

  “Merry Christmas,” she says, “I knew good things would happen to you working here. They always do, for us former church girls.”

  I laugh and tell her Merry Christmas one last time, and then Madilyn, Katie, Ruby and Carolina echo, “Merry Christmas, dear friend. Congratulations!”

  “We definitely have to christen the Christmas tree,” Boyd, my boss and now my fiancé, agrees. “Because you’re the only gift I want to unwrap underneath it.”

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  Chapter One – Lindsey

  I made a mistake. I gave a guy my real number by accident. He wasn’t even good looking, and now my phone is blowing up. Good god, how fucking stupid of me.

  I had just got out the shower, feeling clean and sexy. The steam around me made me cozy as I dried off. I tried to wait out the annoying sound of my phone going off. But he had a strong determination.