Loved by the LumberJacks_A MFMMMM Reverse Harem Romance

by Sierra Sparks

  I laugh at the last part of her comment, then grow serious again, as I think about the rest of what she’s said. “Yeah, I could do that, maybe. We’ll see.”

  Chloe smiles and we finish our dinner. I wish she could stay the night, but she has to get back home.

  I feel really bad as I say “Oh, my God! I’ve barely asked about you and now you’re leaving. I want to find out everything that’s been going on in your life.”

  Chloe laughs and gives me another hug, “We’ll talk about it next time. I just wanted to make sure you were, at the very least, functional. We can get into my life later. It’s pretty boring here in Coldgrove so there’s not much to tell, but, if I have any deets, you know I’ll spill the dish.”

  I laugh and make Chloe promise again that we’ll catch up again soon and then she’s gone. Being alone again makes the house that much more foreboding. Her presence helped me forget my troubles for a little bit, but now they’ve reentered my mind.

  I go to my makeshift bed on the couch and get ready to sleep. As I drift off, I let the idea of meeting with Oliver and Caleb simmer in my brain. If I decide to go through with this, though, I’ll need to figure out where their office is. I should probably have something of a game plan as well. I don’t want to get manhandled into a deal that ends up screwing me over.

  I don’t know much about selling real estate. And I don’t even know if I want to. But I’ll think about it in the morning. It’s been a long day— a long week, a long time in general— and the only good part of any of it has been seeing Chloe again.

  I’m so glad she’s not mad at me for secluding myself. She seems to understand, and that’s the best sort of friend I could ask for. It makes being back here in Coldgrove, even under these circumstances, feel a little bit better.

  Chapter 4

  Caleb

  “Well, here goes nothing,” I say, as Oliver and I start heading over to see Scarlet.

  It was my twin brother’s idea to drop by Scarlet’s grandmother’s house without warning. I thought it might be better to call or send a note – at least give Scarlet some kind of fucking notice.

  She’s a different girl than the one we knew in high school. Her final year was intense. First, her dad fell ill and she had to take care of him, but he ended up dying. Then, her mother was in a fatal hit and run accident. They still haven’t caught the driver.

  After all of that, Scarlet stopped talking to anyone who wasn’t Chloe Winters. She isolated herself, and then after graduation, she ran off to the city. But before it all happened, she was the most popular girl in school. She was lively and talkative and generally a sunny person.

  Both Oliver and I were taken by her, but only he had the courage to ever talk to her. Scarlet and I had a few encounters, but nothing that led anywhere… It was hard watching her retreat into herself that final year of high school. I’d love to see her happy again. Even though it’s been years, it’s something that I’d like to see. Maybe even be a part of.

  “You sure you’re ready?” Oliver turns to me in the back of the car.

  Our chauffeur, Nicholas, put the partition up earlier, giving us the privacy we need. Oliver’s question sounds innocent enough, but he’s probing, trying to get information out of me about my state of mind.

  “I’m fine, Oliver,” I manage to answer.

  He’s never quite moved past the dynamic we used to have when we were younger. I tended to get picked on more, and Oliver still thinks I need extra help, even though I can handle my own now. He can be a little insufferable sometimes.

  His next statement is almost laughable. “I just remember you had quite the crush on Scarlet. We need to get this sale. It’s the last one and then we can start our master plan for Coldgrove. I don’t want you to let old feelings get in the way.”

  Oliver likes to act like he doesn’t experience too many emotions— as if he’s some impenetrable brick wall.

  Within a second, I snap back, “If I remember correctly, you had a crush on her, too. Maybe we should worry about your feelings…” It takes a second, but Oliver gives me a smile and I know we’re good. Everything we say is all in good fun.

  We arrive at the house, and my heart starts to beat faster. I haven’t seen Scarlet since high school, and I’m not sure what to expect. There’s been no word from her since she left, so no one knows what’s been going on with her. Not even Chloe, who stayed behind in Coldgrove and the surrounding areas and made a decent life for herself after her BFF moved away.

  Oliver’s staring at the front door, and I know he’s shaken as well. He isn’t the most open with his emotions – neither one of us is – but I can fucking tell when he’s feeling something extra deep. We shared a womb for nearly nine months, after all.

  Instead of talking about it, we get out of the car and approach the door. With each step, I question our decision to show up out of the blue more and more. There are a whole lot of potential outcomes, each one of them worse than the other.

  Oliver rings the doorbell and we wait. It takes some time and I wonder if Scarlet will even open the door. I heard through the grapevine that she hasn’t been leaving the house very often. Maybe she’s isolating herself and doesn’t want any visitors.

  That would only make sense. Her grandmother just died, and she hasn’t set foot in Coldgrove for a long time. If I was her, I’d be mad at people randomly showing up at my house. I almost tell Oliver we should leave, but I hear footsteps approaching, and a few seconds later, the door opens.

  The moment I see Scarlet, all my old feelings come flooding back. She’s just as beautiful as I remember. The sun coming in from behind us is illuminating her silky, pearly skin, glistening to blind us. Her hair is longer, but it’s still just as chestnut dark – thick like syrup that I could get stuck and tangled in – with sweet chocolate eyes to match.

  Her hair is cascading over her still perfect tits, and her body is even curvier than it was back in high school. I want to run my hands along it, feel her body flush against mine. Even before the death of her parents, it felt like there was something hiding beneath the surface, a part of her hidden for no one to see. Now, her eyes are even darker and more fucking mysterious than ever. She only opens the door slightly, giving us a once over.

  “Hello?” Her voice is quiet but clear. I want to say something, but I’m at a loss. I’ve never been good at talking to her.

  Thankfully, Oliver pipes in, “Scarlet Russell? I’m Oliver Blakesley, and this is my brother, Caleb. We’re here to—”

  “You’re the ones who want to buy the house.” Direct and to the point. Someone must’ve talked to her about us.

  Without letting her blunt response shake his game, Oliver continues, “Yes. We’d like to speak with you if you have a minute.”

  “Sorry. Now’s not a good time,” she shakes her head as she starts to close the door.

  Like a metal spring, my arm juts out to hold the door from closing, which causes Scarlet to jolt in surprise. Oliver inches closer to her,

  “This won’t take long. If you’ll just—”

  “I have many other things to take care of, and I am not in a place to think about selling my grandmother’s house right now.” Her rose pink lips stay in a flat line, but I wish they’d curve into a smile.

  Oliver lets out a small, exasperated sigh, “Miss Scarlet. We understand that this must be a tough time—”

  “No, you don’t. I’m sorry. Please leave,” and with that, she slams the door, and we hear the accent of the lock turning.

  Oliver hangs his head and sighs again. “What now?”

  I shrug, “I told you that we should have given her more notice.”

  “No need to fucking rub it in.” Oliver runs his hand through his hair then starts walking back to the car. “Whatever. We’ll have to come back another time, I guess.”

  He walks passed me, shoulders sulking, hands in his pockets. I look toward him as he moves further away, then I glance at Scarlet’s door. I’m not entirely sure what co
mes over me – adrenaline, pride or desperation – but within seconds I’m knocking on Scarlet’s door again. Surprisingly, the door opens again.

  “I thought I told you to leave.” her voice wavers as she bites her lip.

  “Right,” I say as I turn back towards Oliver, who has stopped heading to the car and is looking at us. I turn back to Scarlet, “Please just hear us out. We can’t imagine what you’re going through, but we just need a few minutes of your time.”

  She crosses her arms, which pushes her breasts more into my view. I can’t help but glance down, but my eyes jump back up to meet hers in order to save myself from embarrassment.

  I clear my throat, “If you want… we can talk over dinner or—”

  “Dinner? I don’t think so,” she scoffs into a smile, such a beautiful smile that ignites firecrackers in my lower stomach.

  “It doesn’t have to be a formal dinner. We could go somewhere around here, say, Mike’s? They have this… steamy, beautiful, delicious combo called ‘Scarlet Red’…”

  Scarlet falls silent, mouth hanging open, unsure of how to respond. She looks away as if trying to ponder on her next move. Meanwhile, I glance back at Oliver and his eyes are lit up with hope. I turn back, and She opens the door wider and moves aside to let us in. She’s managed to leave Oliver speechless, an act which impresses me since it’s so rare. She motions for us to step inside, and so we do. She closes the door behind us. I expect her to lead us further into the house, but she stays by the door, leaning against it. I think she’s going to say something, but once again she does the unexpected and says nothing.

  “As I guess you’ve probably heard by now, we’re interested in buying your house.” Oliver’s cadence is a little off, but he’ll regain it soon. “Would you be interested in selling it?”

  She would have to be, because Scarlet has nothing but the house. And judging from the way she’s acted the past few years, she seems to hate it. She seems to hate this entire town. Why else would she have never even visited her grandmother? She doesn’t say anything, but her chest moves up and down quicker than normal. Being this close to her has put all my nerves on edge. I realize I’m caught in a ball of silence. Maybe I should say something, I start to think.

  But Scarlet beats me to the punch. “I appreciate the offer, but I don’t know if I can give up my grandmother’s house.”

  Oliver doesn’t let his disappointment show. Instead, he smiles, “I completely understand, but we’d love for you to hear the plans we have. Will you at least think about it? Maybe we can convince you.” Scarlet nods and some of the tension leaves Oliver’s shoulders. “Great. Why don’t you visit our office tomorrow? We can go over some of our intentions. We’ll even pick you up. Well, Caleb will pick you up.”

  Scarlet lets out a sigh and nods. Oliver says a goodbye, and she opens the door to let him out. I stand there and look at her, still enthralled. Once Oliver exits, she looks at me, but I can’t tell what she’s thinking.

  “Is there something else?” her voice comes out shaky.

  Yes, I think, as a matter of fact there is. I want to wrap my arms around your body. I want to feel you against me. It’s like I’m in high school again, unable to talk to the pretty girl. This pretty girl in particular.

  I walk over and tell her, “If you need anything, don’t hesitate to call one of us. We want everything to go smoothly for you.” I hand her our business card, the one with our personal numbers on it. Our fingers touch briefly as she takes it from me, and, as if struck by an electrifying shock, she withdraws her hand quickly. I don’t know if that’s good or bad.

  “Thank you.” She looks down and I leave.

  The door quickly closes behind me, and I feel somewhat defeated. It’s not so much about not procuring the house, but… I don’t know what I fucking expected to happen. Maybe for Scarlet to jump into my arms and proclaim her undying lust for me? But she barely knows who I am.

  The whole crazy encounter all went by so quickly. I join Oliver in the car and drop my head into my hands. I’m such a fool. A damn fool.

  Oliver tries to ease my nerves, “It’s okay, Caleb. It’ll just take a little more time to convince her. We can do it. We’ll rebuild this town.”

  I look at him and he’s on his phone doing whatever. He manages to always appear calm and collected, but he’s got some anxieties. I know the amount of time it’s taking us to get this particular house is starting to weigh on him.

  We had no luck getting Scarlet’s grandmother Rachel to sell, and now we may get nowhere with Scarlet. Plus, our dad is starting to get impatient with us. Especially with Rachel’s death, he thinks we should get the sale easily. Hopefully, when she comes to our office tomorrow, we can convince her to legitimately give our offer some thought and potentially accept it. The plans we have for Coldgrove will reinvigorate this town.

  I have Nicholas drop me off at the gym to work off some of my pent-up energy. Oliver goes to the office, probably to figure out a game plan to get Scarlet to sell us her house. His whole prerogative is being prepared for every eventuality. I’m not sure if that’ll work so well with Scarlet, but I won’t tell him that now.

  I enter the building and start an intense workout. Thoughts of Scarlet infest my brain as I go through a grueling routine with my body. I push myself even harder than usual, but it doesn’t help. I wonder if Oliver is having an equally hard time.

  After about an hour, I give up at purging my mind of Scarlet. I clean myself up and head home. There’s no use trying to not think about her, because that only makes me think about her more. That girl is in my fucking head big time, and it doesn’t seem like she’s leaving it any time soon.

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  They want something I don’t want to give up.

  But it’s getting doubly hard to resist.

  I knew Caleb and Oliver Blakesley in high school.

  Now I’m back in town, and the twins have become real estate developers.

  Super hot and filthy rich ones.

  They want to buy my grandmother’s house.

  And they want to share my body.

  They propose having their way with me— both at the same time.

  I’ve never even been with one guy before, let alone two at once.

  I love that two handsome billionaires are paying me so much attention.

  But why?

  Is it just so I’ll give them what they want?

  What if I give in and they love it more than they were expecting to?

  They might just want to pleasure me forever… and put a baby in me.

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