Five Mountain Daddies: A Reverse Harem Romance

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by Hamel, B. B.


  But this girl… she’s different. Maybe that’s a cliché, maybe she’s the same as everyone else and I’m just different, but this feeling is new. Or maybe not new, but unexpected and nice in all the right ways.

  Watching the twins dance with her like that, kiss her like that, it made me jealous, but it also made me weirdly… excited. I’ve seen the twins do that before to other girls, overwhelm them, push them to their limit, but I’ve never really been into it before. I always figured, that’s just the twins, doing their things.

  But this time, I actually want London. Watching the twins seduce her like that only made me interested, made me want her even more. Maybe that’s fucking weird, or sick, or whatever word you want to use, but it’s the truth. Watching her get excited made me get excited… and made me want to get a taste.

  I walk up to the building. The sign out front reads “Walker ATV Tours” in big red letters on a rusted white tin background. It’s like any number of ATV places in the area, although this one seems to be doing pretty well. I can hear the ATVs driving in the distance, and a few are idling nearby as I step into the main lobby.

  There are t-shirts on racks, novelty items, souvenir shit, the usual stuff like bumper stickers and shot glasses. I ignore all that stuff and walk right up to the front desk where London’s leaning up against the counter and reading something on her phone.

  She starts when she finally looks up. “Ryan?” she asks.

  “The one and only.” I grin at her. “How’s your day going?”

  She gapes a little bit, and I like how pretty her lips look. She gets ahold of herself quickly before shaking her head. “It’s, uh, it’s a slow day. What are you doing here? Want a tour?”

  I laugh softly at that. “No, I’m not here to ride an ATV, thanks.”

  “Oh.” She pauses a second. “What can I do for you?”

  “I’m here to take you to lunch.”

  She watches me a second, chewing her lip slightly. I love that little nervous habit of hers. It’s fucking sexy, well, really, everything about her is fucking sexy. I just smile at her, not rushing her, and she finally smiles a little uncertainly.

  “Let me go on break,” she says. “I’ll meet you out front.”

  “Sounds good.”

  I pause before leaving. She turns and walks into the back, and I catch a glimpse of the little blonde girl she brought to the party last night.

  I head out front and lean up against my motorcycle. She comes trotting out a minute later, wearing jean shorts and a different shirt, this one denim and partially unbuttoned down the front.

  She hesitates when she sees my bike. “We’re taking that?” she asks.

  “Sure are.” I toss her my helmet and she catches it awkwardly. “Put that on.”

  She makes a face but I don’t wait for her to decide. I climb onto the bike and start the engine. She says something over the noise but I can’t hear her. She puts the helmet on and finally climbs on back behind me.

  I grab her hands and pull them around my waist, smiling to myself, before slowly backing out of the spot. I take off, her hands gripping me hard, as I pull out of the driveway and turn onto the little back road.

  I can tell she’s never been on a bike before, which is fine. She’s not leaning with me on the turns, and she’s gripping me hard. I smile the whole time as I drive, taking her the scenic way, but not going too fast. I don’t want to risk a spill with her on here with me.

  I pull off the main road, down a dirt and gravel drive that dead ends about fifty feet off the road. I park the bike and kill the engine.

  “Where are we?” London asks as she gets off. “I’ve never been here before.”

  “We own part of this property,” I say. “I have a little picnic set up just over there.” I point vaguely in the direction I have in mind.

  She hesitates then grins at me. “You knew I’d come, didn’t you?”

  “I hoped,” I say.

  She laughs softly, and I like that she’s gaining some confidence. “You did more than hope. You set up a picnic.”

  I grin back. “I don’t take no for an answer.”

  She rolls her eyes. “I hate that saying, you know?”

  “No,” I answer.

  She laughs and pushes me softly. I grin at her. “Come on,” I say, and strike out up a small slope through the woods.

  She catches up behind me. “So why do you guys own this land?” she asks me.

  I shrug a little. “After the fabrication placed started doing well, we decided to invest in land around here.”

  “And has that been worth it?”

  I grin at her. “So far, not at all.”

  She laughs and falls into step next to me. “I didn’t expect to see you again,” she admits.

  “Because the twins stole you?”

  She shrugs a little, looking away. “I guess so.”

  “They have a tendency to do that. I’m not worried about it.”

  “I kissed them,” she blurts out. I hesitate before laughing. She looks at me a little angrily. “It’s not funny.”

  “It is,” I answer. “But not for the reason you think. The twins are just always doing that.”

  “They… like to share?”

  “That’s putting it mildly.” I grin at her, and hope she comes to the right conclusions.

  I can tell she does as she blushes slightly. “I don’t think…” She trails off.

  “Nobody thinks they would,” I say. “But you will.”

  She looks at me strangely but I just ignore her. If the twins want to fuck her together, I won’t stop them. Hell, I might even be into it, considering my reaction last night. We’ve never done that before, but I’m always up for new things.

  We move along a path and come around a bend. The trees thin out and up ahead is a wooden picnic table with a cooler at the base and two place settings.

  She laughs when she spots it. “Here we are,” I say.

  “You really go all out.”

  “I don’t do anything halfway.”

  I lead her over to the table and get her settled. I serve our lunch, just some simple sandwiches and little salads. I sit down on my side and we eat together, sipping some soda and enjoying our conversation. I learn more about her family and what she’s been doing, about her time at college, and about her internship at the MoMA.

  “That’ll be fun,” I say, finishing my meal.

  She nods. “I’m looking forward to it.”

  “So I assume you’re not really a Leadwood lifer then?”

  “Absolutely not.” She spits that out pretty fast. “I mean, no offense.”

  I smile softly. “None taken. I never thought I’d be back here either, but it’s funny how things happen.”

  “Why did you come here?”

  I shrug. “James had a business opportunity, and well, I’d just gotten clean. So I jumped on the chance.”

  “Clean?” She looks surprised.

  “Heroin,” I admit. “I went to school for modern design, bummed around New York and Chicago for a while, before finally getting a shitty drug habit. I kicked it before it kicked me, and that’s when James brought me into the fold.”

  I watch her carefully, but she doesn’t seem upset by that story. If anything, she seems interested.

  “You’re an artist,” she says finally.

  “Something like that.”

  “What do you work in?”

  I grin. She clearly knows the lingo. “Metal,” I say. “Sculptures and such. It’s why James brought me in, actually.”

  “I’d love to see them sometime,” she says.

  “How about right now?”

  She grins at me. “I knew there was another reason you brought me out here.”

  I laugh loudly and stand up. “Come on,” I say.

  She grins and follows me. I take her through the woods, down another path and toward my workshop. I built the shop a few years ago on this land that we weren’t using anyway, and ever since then I�
�ve been keeping my sculptures here, basically populating the woods with them.

  We pass a few. She doesn’t even notice, which is their point. They’re abstract, natural shapes, meant to weather and rust and to eventually blend in with their surroundings. The ones around this path are overgrown and all but invisible, unless you know where to look.

  Finally, we come up to the shop. There are sculptures all over the place here, some half-finished, some enormous, some small, all in various states. She gawks and walks around looking at them and I follow silently.

  She finally turns to me. “These are amazing.”

  “Thanks,” I say, putting my hand on one of them. It’s big and geometric and nowhere near finished. I genuinely don’t know what the hell it is anymore, but I like it anyway.

  She runs a hand along the tarnished steel. “It’s… strange.” She meets my gaze. “But in a good way. Like, it’s almost natural, but it’s made from a totally unnatural material.”

  I smile. “Thanks. I’m glad you like it.”

  I step toward her and she meets my gaze. I can guess what she’s thinking, and she can definitely tell what I want.

  It’s just not a question, as strange as that sounds. There’s no wondering, no curiosity, nothing holding us apart. I kiss her hard and she kisses me back as I press her up against the sculpture.

  A wave of desire hits me, and I know I can’t stop myself. I kiss her deep and slow, my hands moving down along her hips as she kisses me back. I love the way she tastes and I realize suddenly that if I find her this addicting, so will the other guys, and I don’t know if I hate that idea.

  My hands slowly unbutton her jeans. I kiss her neck and she gasps as I slide them down over her ass. “What are you doing?” she asks me.

  I smirk at her and kiss her neck again. “Tell me to stop,” I whisper. “And I’ll take you back.”

  My hands slowly move down her panties. Her pussy is dripping wet, and I know what she’s going to say.

  “Don’t stop,” she whispers.

  I press my fingers against her clit, teasing her, kissing her full and deep. I slide them up inside her, fucking her slowly, getting her nice and soaked. Her heavy breathing and moans drive me crazy as I tease her, pushing her, making her groan.

  I drop down to my knees in front of her. This is what I really want, what I’ve been craving so badly. I pull her panties down all the way and grab her hips, pressing my mouth between her legs.

  I taste her sweet cunt, licking and sucking that pussy. She grabs my hair and moans, her breathing getting deeper. She can’t control herself as I suck and lick her faster and faster, and I love the way she gasps, love the way she groans.

  She moves her hips, pressing up against me. I can tell she’s loving this as my tongue slides inside of her. I grip her ass and squeeze, tonguing her deep and fast, not letting up. I’m unrelenting, fucking starving, and I want to get this dirty girl off.

  She grinds up against my mouth, her moans getting louder and louder, losing control. I want her to let go, let it ride through her, take her to places she’s never experienced before. I tongue her top to bottom, lips working her, going faster and faster, her hands tightening in my hair.

  And that’s when she comes. She groans and her whole body shakes as she comes in my mouth. I don’t let up, making her take the orgasm to new heights, her moans so loud. I’m so fucking hard, but this is all I’ve come for, all I really want.

  Slowly I finish and stand. She’s grinning and shaking slightly as I kiss her, making her taste her own pussy on my lips. She doesn’t seem to mind, sinking into that kiss.

  Slowly I help her get dressed. “Need a minute?” I ask and she laughs.

  “Yes, please.”

  I sit down next to her, the metal cool to touch. She leans up against me, shaking slightly. “That was, uh… unexpected.”

  “I know,” I say, grinning. “I couldn’t help myself.”

  “I’m not complaining,” she says quickly. “I just… man.” She laughs nervously, but I can tell she’s still spinning.

  I take her hand and stand up. “Come on. Let’s get you back.”

  She glances at her phone and nods. “Yeah, okay. I’m almost out of time.”

  We walk back to my motorcycle. We chat softly the whole way, not uncomfortable at all, and I can tell she’s a little weak in the knees. That just makes me smile even more. We get back on the bike, and she seems more comfortable this time as we drive back.

  I park outside of her work and stay on my bike as she gets off. “That was… nice,” she says.

  “Good, I’m glad you liked it. I was hungry.” I grin at her.

  She blushes. “We can do that again sometime,” she says.

  “I’d like that. See you later.” I kick off and ride back the way I came, leaving her to watch me go.

  I still have her on my lips as I head back to work. I’m grinning the whole way. I realize why James invited her to the party, and why the twins both wanted to kiss her. This girl is unique, something else, and I know it’s way more about the game now. There’s something special about her, and I want to find out exactly what it is.

  5

  London

  I can’t get that lunch date out of my head.

  I’ve never gone from meeting a guy one night to him getting me off at lunch the next afternoon. It was like Ryan was hungrier for me than for the food, which is probably true.

  And I’m not complaining. No guy has ever gotten me off like that before, with just his mouth, and it was pretty incredible out there in the forest, leaning up against his beautiful sculpture. The man’s intense, but there’s also a softness to him, and I’m totally attracted to everything about him.

  And yet there’s still James in my mind, and the twins as well. Plus, their last friend, Henry, sitting at that table and smirking at me with those devilish eyes.

  “What are you daydreaming about?”

  I’m pulled out of my haze. Maggie grins at me and I sigh. “Nothing,” I say.

  “Come on, it’s not that boring here.” She sits down on a stool near me as I straighten up.

  “I’m not bored,” I lie.

  She rolls her eyes. “Front desk is only interesting like three times a day. Otherwise you’re just standing there.”

  “I know,” I admit. “I’m just happy to have a job.”

  “Sure,” she says, waving that away. “Anyway, I bet I know what you’re thinking about.”

  I give her a look. “Probably not.”

  “You’re thinking about that party we went to and those guys.”

  I look away. “Definitely not,” I lie again.

  “God, you’re such a bad liar.” She laughs softly. “It’s okay, London. They’re super hot.”

  “They really are, aren’t they?”

  She laughs, nodding. “But seriously, I heard some things.”

  “Like what?”

  Maggie takes a breath and the smile slowly fades. “I asked my brothers about them, after the party. Mikey didn’t have anything good to say.”

  I frown at that. Mikey is Maggie’s older brother. She actually has three older brothers: Mikey is the oldest, Mitch is the middle, and Marty is the youngest. And then there’s Maggie, the baby of the family. They all have “M” names, which is weird, but I’m used to it now, I guess.

  “What sort of stuff?” I ask, not wanting to sound too interested, but not able to help myself. I’ve never heard of these guys before, and I figured that’s because I was away at college for the past four years. Then again, they had to have been living in Leadwood for longer than that if their business is so well established.

  “Well, Mikey only heard rumors, so you have to take this with, like, a whole barrel of salt.” She hesitates before going on. “But he says they’re basically bad news.”

  “How?” I press. I don’t really want to know, but I can’t help myself. Ryan already told me part of his past, and I’m sure the drug addiction is probably part of the rumor
mill, but I don’t know what the problem is with the other four guys.

  “The usual stuff,” she says. “They all get around, which isn’t a surprise.” She grins a little bit. “I mean, have you seen them?”

  I can’t help but grin back. “They’re players?”

  “Yeah,” she says. “Which I guess isn’t so bad, if you don’t plan on marrying them.”

  “I don’t,” I say, laughing. “I don’t think I can marry all five of them, anyway.”

  Her eyes go wide. “All five? I thought just those twins were into you, and maybe that other guy.”

  I laugh nervously, realizing my mistake. “I’m just kidding,” I say. “They’re all hot, is what I mean.”

  “Right,” she says, giving me a skeptical look. “Anyway, there’s other stuff. Worse stuff.”

  “Quit being so coy,” I say.

  She grins and leans back up against the wall, crossing her arms. “Okay, fine. So apparently one of them used to be a drug addict, or maybe he still is, I’m not sure. Another one spent time in jail for killing someone, but I kind of doubt that’s true. And the twins, well…” She trails off, shrugging.

  I bite my lip. “Well?”

  “They like to share.”

  I stare at her for a second until I get a flash of my night with them, dancing and grinding up against them both at once, kissing them one after the other. I didn’t get the sense that they were shy about it at all.

  I shiver a little bit. “That’s, uh… interesting.”

  “Yeah,” she says, and I realize that she’s blushing. I bet she’s just as interested in finding out what it would be like with those two as I am. “Anyway, I know you’ve been spending time with them, so uh… I just wanted to warn you, I guess.”

  “Thanks,” I say, “but I’m pretty sure they’re harmless.”

  “Maybe.” She shrugs a little. “You’re a big girl, though. You can make your own choices. Just be careful.”

 

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