A Reverse Harem Romance Collection Box Set

by Lane Hart

  “Okay, see you tomorrow then,” she says with a wave, as I follow Clarke out the door and to my rental car.

  “My mom likes you,” Clarke comments on the sidewalk.

  “What? How do you know? I barely said anything. Besides, I’m guessing that your mother likes everyone.”

  “She does,” he agrees when he comes around to open the driver’s door for me to climb inside. “But she loves you because I told her you’re the reason we’re back in town for the next few months.”

  “That’s not exactly true,” I point out when I sit down in the car.

  “Yeah, it is,” he says, one hand resting on the door as he stands in front of me. “You’re also the reason that Ford is writing again. And I’m certain that Ben’s stayed sober because you refuse to let him slip up.”

  Blushing at his kind words, I rest my hands on the steering wheel and remind him, “I’m just doing my job.”

  “No, you’re not,” he replies instantly, with a smile so intense it could melt the panties right off of me if I were standing up. “You care about us.”

  Ugh, he’s right. I do care about these men, all four of them in a very similar way, despite how different they all are. I love Davis’s grumpy yet sensitive side; Ben’s humor and sweet embraces; the way Ford is brave enough to pour his heart into the words on a page. And Clarke, well, I love that he wanted to introduce me to his mother, so that I could see exactly where his fear and anxiety comes from. He doesn’t just worry about the band or their future. He worries about everything because of a mental illness. I want to help him let go of that fear, even if it’s just for a few minutes, like when we were on the massage table.

  The passenger door shuts, startling me out of my thoughts before I even realized Clarke had shut my door and climbed inside next to me.

  “So where are we going?” he asks.

  “Yoga,” I answer.

  “Yoga? Really?” Rubbing his fingers over the light blond scruff on his chin, he says, “Huh, never tried that before.”

  “You don’t want to do it, do you?” I ask with a cringe.

  “I’ll give it a try for you,” he agrees, when he reaches over and squeezes my thigh through my cotton leggings. Just that touch is all it takes for my panties to grow damp. Jeez, I’m losing my mind and becoming a nymphomaniac. Guess that’s what happens when you spend your days and nights surrounded by sexy rock stars.

  Once I’m able to compose myself, I drive us over to the yoga studio and park in the mostly empty lot. Guess normal people are still working this time of day.

  “Ready?” I ask, turning off the engine and pulling out the keys.

  I’m unfastening my seatbelt when Clarke says, “Just a second.”

  He grabs my arm when I reach for my door, tugging me back toward him, close enough for his mouth to capture mine in a hot, wet kiss that sets my skin on fire. As soon as I overcome the shock, I drop my keys to cup his face and kiss him back, our tongues dueling for dominance and neither of us ready to concede. It’s so good that I can’t help but whimper into his mouth, begging for more.

  “I was just gonna kiss you to show you how much I missed you,” Clarke says against my lips. “But now…”

  “Don’t stop,” I warn him. “I need more.” Our mouths pick up where we left off, and my pussy starts to throb incessantly with need.

  The kiss goes on for so long I lose track of time, forget where we are, and everything else in the world.

  “Let me take care of you. Take your pants off and come over here,” he instructs as he lets me go to pull the lever and slide his seat back as far as it will go.

  My hands automatically obey him. I lift my hips to push my leggings and panties down my legs, remove my shoes and then my bottoms, before I climb over the console to straddle Clarke’s lap.

  “Jesus,” he mutters, staring at my pussy while I sit there on him, wearing nothing from the waist down. He lifts his hand and rubs two fingers over my slit, making me gasp toward the roof of the car and shiver. “Are you always this wet and ready?” Clarke asks, while his fingers continue to glide over my sensitive flesh.

  “Yes,” I answer, since it seems to be my permanent state over the last few weeks. It’s like my vagina knows that it’s surrounded by sexy men who all need a warm place to hide their cocks, and it’s volunteering itself to fill that role as often as needed.

  “Fuck, I need you,” Clarke says before he tugs the V-neck of my loose cotton tee down to put his mouth on my nipple that’s covered by my sports bra. Unable to get what he needs from that direction, he raises the bottom of my shirt and attacks from underneath, pushing the snug fitting material up to my neck to free my breasts and suck on them. All I can do is grind down against his fingers that are now pumping in and out of my pussy, and run my fingers through the sides of his short hair while his mouth and hand works me over.

  “God, that feels so good, Clarke,” I commend him as my eyelids lower, and the muscles in my thighs tighten, getting close to a release. The pressure in my lower belly builds and builds until I’m about to explode, which is when Clarke withdraws his fingers, making me whimper with disappointment.

  “Stay where you are, and I’ll take care of you, just like you take care of us,” he promises before his body that’s between my legs starts to sink down into the floorboard. He doesn’t stop until his head is on the seat right below my pussy, in a perfect position to…

  “Oh, God!” I scream, falling forward and catching myself on the seat’s headrest when his tongue swipes along my opening. He flicks the tip inside of me a few times before heading right for my swollen bundle of nerves. Clarke’s tongue lashes at it viciously, making me moan incoherently. When his tongue starts to go in circles, my hips do the same while pressing downward, needing just a little bit more pressure to send me soaring. Clarke sucking on my clit does just that. My toes curl and my back arches as I ride out the waves of pleasure on his talented tongue.

  “Fuck!” Clarke curses, blowing his hot breath against my flesh. Looking over my shoulder, I see his knees are bent in the floorboard, and his hand is frantically jerking up and down the shaft of his cock that he pulled out of his sweatpants. His release paints the floor mats white while his face remains buried between my legs.

  “Damn, Tess,” Clark says when he looks up at me with his eyelids drooping over his green eyes and blond eyelashes. “I’m sorry we missed yoga.”

  And I can’t help myself. A giggle bursts out of me. And then the laughter won’t stop, making Clarke chuckle too, as I put my feet down on the floor so that he can retake his seat. When I start to move back over to my seat to get dressed, Clarke grabs my hips and pulls me down so that I’m straddling his lap again and my hands are resting on his shoulders.

  “You’re all that I’ve thought about the last seven days,” he tells me, our faces just inches apart, so close I can see the flecks of gold in his stunningly beautiful eyes.

  “Really?” I ask, since that doesn’t sound like something fuck buddies would say. Unless… “You thought about us doing this, what we just did?”

  “Yes, but not just the sex,” he assures me. “I was wondering what you were doing, and I wanted to call you. To see you.”

  “Then why didn’t you?” I ask.

  Wetting his lips with the same tongue that just made me see stars, he says, “Because I wasn’t sure if you wanted to see me too.”

  “Of course I want to see you,” I tell him. “Actually…Ben and I were talking about you the other morning.”

  “You were?” Clarke asks, both of his blond eyebrows lifting in surprise.

  “Yes,” I answer as I bite my lip. “Have you ever had a, um, threesome?”

  “God no,” he answers without hesitation.

  “Oh, okay,” I say, glancing away and wishing I hadn’t brought it up.

  “Why?” he asks, gripping my chin to make me look at him again. “Why would you and Ben be talking about whether or not I’ve had threesomes?”

  “No
reason,” I say.

  “There had to have been one. That’s not something that comes up in everyday conversations,” Clarke points out.

  “No, it doesn’t,” I agree.

  “So then what were you talking about?” he asks, refusing to let the topic go. When I remain silent, he squeezes my chin gently between his finger and thumb, and says, “Tell me, Tess.”

  “It’s nothing,” I say. “We were just, well, we were in bed…”

  “In bed?” Clarke exclaims as his green eyes widen and his hand lowers from my chin. “Together? You and Ben?”

  “Yes,” I answer with a wince, afraid he’ll be upset because I was with Ben after the two of us were together.

  “You and Ben are…you’re…”

  “I guess you could say that we’re also fuck buddies,” I explain softly, my cheeks burning up with embarrassment, speaking aloud and admitting how slutty I’ve been.

  “That’s…jeez,” Clarke says, with a shake of his head. “Are you fucking Ford too?”

  “No,” I reply honestly. “But he did watch Ben and me together one morning.”

  “Watched, but didn’t…”

  “Participate,” I supply. “No, he didn’t. Ben offered, and I said I didn’t think I would want him to share me with Ford, but…”

  “You wouldn’t mind him sharing you with…me?” Clarke says, figuring out exactly how his name came up in the conversation.

  “Right,” I answer.

  “Wow,” he mutters. Then again, “Wow. I don’t know what to say.”

  “You don’t have to say anything. I’m sorry I brought it up and that I didn’t tell you about sleeping with Ben. But it just sort of happened one morning. He was going to leave and go find a drink if I didn’t distract him. Not that I only did it for that reason, because that’s not true. I wanted him too. I should’ve told you.”

  “Does he know about you and me?” Clarke asks.

  Shaking my head, I say, “I don’t think so. Just Ford.”

  “So tell me how that would work…me and him with you.”

  “Well, I’ve never done it before,” I start. “So I don’t know for sure. But I’m guessing you would both be…inside of me at the same time.”

  Clarke’s head falls back on the headrest as he stares up at me, lips parted in shock or disbelief. I don’t think the idea repulses him, though. Or that he’s angry at me for not telling him about Ben.

  “I’d rather have you alone,” he eventually says.

  “Then forget I mentioned it,” I tell him.

  “And I don’t like the idea of you being with anyone other than me.”

  “But I thought you said…”

  “I want more than to just fuck you once in a while on a massage table or go down on you in the car,” he explains. “I want to see you every day and every night.”

  “You do?” I say with a gasp of surprise.

  “Yeah,” he says with a smile, while his fingers lift to brush a strand of hair behind my ear. “We’re good together, right?”

  “Yes, but what about touring?” I ask. “When I go back to the office, and you’re on the road. This could never work out, Clarke. You’ll leave, and…” And I’ll end up with a broken heart, I withhold.

  “I don’t know what will happen down the road, but we could give it a try now, over the next few months while we’re both here. If we go back on tour, then we could figure it out then.”

  Oh, my God. I can’t believe he’s suggesting such a thing. Rock stars don’t commit; just look at my father, and his string of one-night stands a mile long. I’ll only get crushed when I grow attached, and the guys are back on the road.

  So even though I want more, I tell him, “All I can do is sex for now.” Then, to be completely honest with him, I say, “And just to put it all out there in the open with you, I’ve been seeing Davis too.”

  “Seeing him? You mean you’re fucking Davis?” he asks. “Davis Hunt, the guy who plays guitar like a motherfucker and terrifies all women within a thirty-mile radius of wherever he stomps?”

  “He’s not that bad,” I reply.

  “And he doesn’t hurt you?” he asks with his eyes narrowed.

  “No, of course not,” I answer with a roll of my eyes. “He’s a gentle giant.”

  “I always imagined he would be the type to tie a woman to his bed and take what he wanted…”

  “He’s your friend!” I exclaim. “Be nice!”

  “I was being nice. I meant that he did that with willing women, not that he kidnapped them or anything,” Clarke answers with a grin.

  “You’re horrible,” I tell him.

  “And you’re impossible,” he says. “So, you said just sex is all you want? From me? From Ben? From Davis?”

  “Yes,” I reply.

  “Can I at least try to keep convincing you to let me have more?” he asks.

  “Just don’t get your hopes up. This is what’s best for all of us, since you guys are destined for more musical greatness. And I’m destined to return to my office in San Diego.”

  “Okay, I get it,” Clarke agrees. “And I think I would like to try sharing you, if that’s what you want.”

  My empty womb clenches at the thought.

  “Yes, I’d like to try that too,” I tell him, which has my stomach knotted up like a pretzel, but also incredibly excited.

  Chapter 20

  Ben

  I’m sitting on the porch steps at Ford’s house when Tess’s rental car drives up, perking me up. Then I see Clarke climb out of the passenger seat and a sting of jealousy shoots through my chest.

  Wait a second. Did Tess ask him about us having a threesome? If that’s the case, then the jealousy can go fuck itself because I’ll be there too.

  “What’s up?” I ask as they approach. Clarke has a satisfied smirk on his face, making him look more calm and relaxed than I’ve seen him in fucking years.

  Son of a bitch! He got laid. It’s obvious in the flush of Tess’s cheeks and Clarke’s messed up hair. “Don’t answer. I bet I can guess,” I say, when they’re both standing two feet in front of me.

  “Get your head out of the gutter,” Clarke says with a grin. “That’s not why I’m here. Well, it’s not the only reason I’m here.” He glances over at Tess and then back to me. “I’m gonna look at what Ford’s been working on and then maybe we could see what happens?”

  Oh, I know what happens all right…

  “Definitely,” I tell him, before turning my gaze to Tess. “I could really use a distraction.”

  “Tough day?” she asks.

  “Fuck yes,” I groan, opening and closing my fists that have been clenched tight for the majority of the day, while I tried to keep myself from running to the closest ABC store and pouring the first bottle I come to down my throat.

  “We could go for a run,” Tess suggests, as if reading my mind. “Just around the block a few times,” she amends.

  “Fine,” I grumble, hating exercise but at the same time knowing that my poor abused body needs it.

  “I just need to use the ladies room, and then I’ll be ready,” she says as she walks past me into the house. I get to my feet to go inside and change into athletic shorts when Clarke says my name to stop me.

  “So, are we really going to do this?” he asks.

  “Hell yes,” I answer, since I know exactly what he’s referring to. “Don’t you want to?”

  “Yeah, but will it be awkward?”

  “Nope,” I reply.

  “You’ve had a threesome with Ford before, right?” he asks.

  “Yep, and while the sex is hot, the best part for me is seeing the girl taking it from someone else at the same time and begging for more.”

  “Think it’ll be that good for Tess?” he asks softly.

  “Definitely,” I agree. “Later tonight, I’ll get Tess upstairs to her room, and you can follow us up a few minutes later. That work for you?”

  Clarke nods vigorously, reminding me that he hasn’
t been with as many women as I have. He, on the other hand, is afraid of women or how to act around them. Guess that’s not the case with Tess.

  “You two have been banging?” I ask him.

  “Not today. We fooled around and did other things in the car,” Clarke explains. “But yeah, we fucked the other day when we were getting massages.”

  “Nice,” I reply, only jealous because I wasn’t there to watch or participate.

  “You know she’s fucking Davis too, right?” he asks, causing my jaw to nearly hit the porch steps.

  “No fucking way!” I exclaim.

  “Shh,” he mutters. “She is, she told me herself.”

  “I don’t know what to say to that,” I huff with a shake of my head, unable to picture it, which means I can’t even picture myself there. No way would Davis ever share. I’ve had my hand nearly bitten off if I tried to take a French fry off his plate. Asking to share with him the one woman he’s fucking…hell no.

  “But she won’t touch Ford?” Clarke asks.

  “Nope. Not even with her pinky, and I fucking love it,” I say with a chuckle. “He’s all out of sorts too, but it’s been good for him since he’s writing the hell out of songs.”

  “Who would’ve thought that after all this time, Ford just needed celibacy to make him productive again?” Clarke jokes.

  “Yeah, really.” I shake my head. “Well, have fun with him while I’m out for my run,” I say before we walk inside and head up the stairs to change. The faster we get this run over with the faster, we can get to the three-way.

  …

  “You’re trying…you’re trying to…you’re trying to kill me,” I wheeze to Tess as my feet come to a stop on the sidewalk so that I can bend over at the waist and gasp for oxygen.

  “We’ve only been running for five minutes, Ben,” she reminds me, making me feel ten times worse.

  “Yeah, well…we have to…start slower,” I say, as I straighten and keep my hands braced on my hips.