Seven Soulmates_Reverse Harem Romance

by Kelli Callahan

TWO MONTHS LATER

  “You’re progressing very well.” The physical therapist took the weight from my hand and put it on the table beside my bed with a smile on her face. “As long as you don’t plan on punching anyone again, you’ll probably be able to have this cast off in a couple of months.”

  “Thank god.” I leaned up on the table. “I’m getting tired of jacking off with my left hand.”

  “Oh my.” She raised her eyebrows in surprise. “You don’t have a girlfriend?”

  “Surprising, right? I mean, look at me.” I smirked and blew her a kiss. “Want to come home with me and give me some personal therapy? I mean, if you’re not dating anyone.”

  “Not yet—but, that might be changing tonight.” Her face lit up with a broad smile. “Have you heard of the Soulmate app?”

  “The what?” I tilted my head and sat up fully, rolling to the side of the bed with a grimace when I put pressure on my bad arm.

  “It’s supposed to help you find your soulmate. You know they say there’s someone for everyone, right?” She picked up her cell phone and moved her finger across the screen. “I was skeptical at first, but then I met this charming doctor from Chicago. He’s flying in tonight.”

  “Interesting.” I reached for my shirt. “So you really believe in that shit?”

  “Well, I sure don’t plan on going to bed with nothing but my hand to keep me company tonight.” She winked at me and helped me pull my shirt over my shoulders.

  “If he turns out to be a jerk, keep me in mind.” I chuckled. “I still got one good arm.”

  “You should download the app.” She took a step back once my shirt was on. “It might surprise you.”

  “Yeah, maybe.” I shrugged and immediately felt discomfort in my arm.

  “Just a tip, though.” She leaned against my ear. “If you do meet your soulmate, ask her on a date before you offer to take her straight to bed. We like that sort of thing, no matter how cute you are.”

  I walked outside and pulled my cell phone out of my pocket. I had never heard of the Soulmate app, but it sounds like an easy way to get laid. I never really needed to hunt down women when I was fighting. They pretty much came to me and when they didn’t, there were plenty of prostitutes in Las Vegas that were eager to take my money. Being separated from that life sucked. I couldn’t even hang out with my friends anymore. Their looks of pity were just too much for me to deal with when I couldn’t wipe the pity off their faces with my fists. I was surprised when I saw how much the app cost, but if there were women like my nurse on there, it might be worth it. I typed in my information and a few seconds later, I was staring at a blank screen.

  Well, ain’t that a kick in the nuts. I’ve lost everything and I don’t even have a fucking soulmate.

  PRESENT DAY

  My life wasn’t perfect, but I was getting by. My arm healed and I left Las Vegas behind to start over in Reno. I got a job training some younger fighters that were trying to break into the business I used to run. I was even able to spar with them, as long as we didn’t go full-contact. I spent my evenings at Carson’s, one of the sleaziest strip clubs in the city. Between the bottle and the girls on the stage, life moved on. I wasn’t going to be rich, but at least I could keep myself entertained until I finally went in the dirt beside my twin sister.

  I don’t recognize this number.

  I was half-drunk when I stepped out of Carson’s to take the call without music blaring in my ear. The man on the other end of the phone introduced himself as Ethan Prince, and said he would pay me a hundred thousand dollars to come to New York and meet my soulmate. My brain was a little too drenched in liquor to understand everything he was saying, but I wasn’t going to turn down some easy money. A few days later, I had signed a contract and was on my way to meet the mysterious guy who said the fact I didn’t meet my soulmate on the app was a mistake.

  Whatever, just give me some fucking money. If I get laid, that can just be a bonus.

  I felt something when I first laid eyes on Violet. I was mesmerized by the sight of her. She wasn’t like any woman I had ever seen before. She was definitely the kind of girl I would have considered out of my league—not that it would have stopped me from trying to take her home. When Ethan Prince explained the situation and why we were there, I was even more skeptical than I was when I first heard about the Soulmate app. I watched as a guy who had introduced himself as Boyd went into the room with her, and judging by what I heard, it didn’t sound like they were just having a conversation.

  “So you’re cool with your girl just fucking that dude while you sit here?” I looked over at Ethan, who was sipping a glass of whiskey.

  “If her algorithm was right, then all of us are her soulmates. I love her, but I’m not jealous. It’s like that part of me doesn’t exist when I’m with Violet.” He shrugged and sipped his drink again.

  “What if I want to take her out on a date and steal her away from you? You’re cool with that, too?” I tilted my head to the side.

  “If she wants to go on a date with you, that’s fine.” He nodded. “This is about her, not me.”

  “Fine, tell her I want to take her out.” I smiled and reached for my beer. “You’re paying though, cause I’m broke as shit.”

  “Anything you want, Mr. Rodriguez.” He nodded again. “I think you might be a bit surprised to find out just how special she is—but you’re not stealing her away from me.”

  “Well, if my choice is a date or going into to that room with her, I think I’ll just settle on the latter. We still get our hundred thousand dollars, right?” A man dressed in a suit sitting next to me looked over at Ethan.

  “You get your money regardless.” Ethan turned towards the door and stood when Boyd exited the room.

  “That’s good.” One of the twins spoke and his brother immediately nodded. “We need the cash.”

  Whatever Boyd did to Violet, she was done for the night. I wasn’t going to complain about spending the night in a lavish mansion with free drinks and plenty of food. Especially when I was promised a date with Violet, and a hundred grand was as good as mine. It had been a long time since I had been on an actual date. I retired to my room and judging by the noises I heard, Violet was next door to me. It sounded like Ethan was really giving it to her good, so Boyd had apparently not done his job. I took off my clothes, climbed onto the bed, and started stroking my cock to the noises I heard.

  If some pussy billionaire can make her moan like that, I bet I can make her scream.

  Chapter 10: Violet

  “I want you so bad.” I wrapped my arms around Ethan when we were in our bedroom.

  “I want you, too.” He wrapped his arms around me and squeezed my ass.

  My body ached for Ethan’s touch and when he sank his cock into me, it was just like the first time all over again. I didn’t even think about Boyd when Ethan was inside me. It was like that experience was severed for the moment and all I could think about was the man I loved. We kissed while he hammered his dick into my pussy. His lips were like fire against mine. I moaned louder than I normally did, feeling his lust on a primal level. It was like I hadn’t even experienced an orgasm earlier in the evening. My desire was as fresh as it was after he came back from one of his business trips. I held onto him, letting my nails slightly dig into his back as he crashed into me again and again.

  “This feels so good.” I rolled my head back against the pillow. “Don’t stop.”

  “I’m not going to stop until I explode inside you.” He kissed my neck and let his lips linger on my ear. “I love you, Violet.”

  “I love you too, Ethan.” My nails dug in a little harder when I felt his cock against my g-spot.

  Ethan’s steady thrusts kept the desire boiling and the pressure built up inside me to the point of no return. I had learned his body. I knew how it felt when he was getting close. His cock started to throb and it was almost in perfect harmony with my impending orgasm. He drove himself deep and my g-spot surged with pleasure.
He continued thrusting until I felt him begin to pulsate. The sensation caused me to immediately start orgasming. My pussy spasmed on his cock and he began to erupt. His head went back with a roar and my body caved into bliss. I felt his cum filling my pussy and I ran my nails down his back while I pushed my hips against him. I moaned along with each pulsation as it vibrated to every pleasure point I had. My orgasm subsided once I had milked every drop from him. He withdrew his cock from my pussy and took me in his arms once he stretched out on the bed.

  “See, this arrangement will not change a single thing between us.” He leaned forward and kissed my cheek.

  “I’m glad.” I nodded with what little strength I had. “I would have never considered something like this unless you brought it up, but I’m beginning to think there may be something behind the algorithm—something that goes deeper than what I programmed it to do.”

  “I’M MIGUEL.” A GORGEOUS man with dark hair and tan skin greeted me as I walked down the stairs for our date.

  “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” I extended my hand.

  “Likewise.” He took my hand and brought it to his lips, which made me quiver a little bit inside. “Are you ready for our date?”

  “I am.” I nodded and he led me towards the door.

  I looked at the rest of the guys as I walked past them. Boyd had a silly smile on his face. Ethan was smiling as well, but it was one of contentment. I still hadn’t met four of the guys. One of them was dressed in a suit, just like he was the day before. He appeared to be a little older than the others. One of them had dark hair with pale skin and was definitely the scrawniest of the bunch. The other two were intriguing, because I was absolutely certain they were twins. I hadn’t noticed that when I originally ran the algorithm. The idea of twin brothers ending up with the same soulmate seemed interesting. I definitely wanted to know more about them. They would have to wait though, because Miguel had my attention for the moment.

  “So you just beat the hell out of people for money? My brother used to watch something like that on television. I guess that was what you did?” I tilted my head to the side.

  “Those guys get paid a lot more than I did. My fights weren’t exactly legal. It’s a big attraction in Las Vegas, so the cops usually leave us alone—the guy who used to run the fights also kept their palms greased pretty well with donations.” Miguel chuckled and nodded.

  “That sounds kind of scary.” I reached for my glass of wine.

  “It can be. In fact, it can be really scary sometimes.” Miguel’s mood darkened and he swallowed what was left in his bottle of beer with one gulp.

  The conversation took a dark turn that tore at my heart. Miguel told me about his sister, the way she died, and the way his career ended. I had never met the man before that day, but it was like I could feel his loss. I felt like I was there watching it unfold as he spoke. I could see him struggling to contain his emotions, but by the time he was done, I was the one that was crying. I dabbed a napkin against my eyes and emptied my wine class, motioning for our server to bring us more drinks. They arrived with our appetizer, which was a large bowl of spinach dip and tortilla chips.

  “You know, we’re a little overdressed for this place.” I looked around the restaurant, which was basically just a sports bar with a better selection of food.

  “Hey, Ethan offered to buy me a suit. I wasn’t going to turn it down.” Miguel’s somber expression turned to a smile. “Plus, I figured you get to eat at all the fancy places since your boyfriend is a billionaire.”

  “That’s true.” I nodded and reached for a chip. “This is the kind of place I usually ate at when I was going to college.”

  “Did you graduate?” He picked up his beer and took a drink.

  “No.” I shook my head back and forth. “It didn’t really seem necessary after I got the prototype for Soulmate working.”

  “Yeah, I didn’t graduate either.” Miguel shrugged and dug a chip into the spinach dip. “Not that I started to begin with, so there’s that.”

  “I guess they don’t really have a degree program for cage fighting.” I nodded and chuckled.

  “No.” He chuckled as well.

  We finished our appetizer, our main course, and several more drinks before we left the restaurant. It was a nice night out and Miguel had the driver take us to Central Park next. I had only seen it in passing, and it was nice to see the city without being in the middle of the chaos. It was busy, with a lot of tourists, and we fit right in, even if we were overdressed. Miguel took my hand and we walked, and something about it felt peaceful. Everything else faded and the night belonged to us. We walked up to a waterfall and he turned to face me. I saw the glimmer of the moonlight in his eyes and I wanted the kiss even before he leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine. The same explosions I felt with Ethan and Boyd were there when I felt Miguel’s passion for the first time. I was gasping when he finally broke the seal our lips had formed.

  “I have to say.” I put my hands on his arms. “You seem like the last guy that would be interested in taking me on a date. That doesn’t seem like your style.”

  “Someone told me once if I meet my soulmate, I should take her on a date instead of just trying to take her straight to bed.” He shrugged and smiled. “I guess I’m finally learning to listen to people.”

  “Where are you taking me next?” I felt my heart beating hard in my chest as I stared into his eyes.

  “Oh, I’m definitely taking you to bed after this.” He smirked and leaned in for another kiss. “I’m not that reformed.”

  “You won’t get any complaints from me.” I bit down on my lip and smiled.

  “I bet I can make you do more than complain—you don’t know what I’m like in the bedroom.” He leaned against my neck and kissed it. “I like to fuck all night long.”

  The driver took us back to the mansion and we started kissing as soon as we were inside. Miguel scooped me up in his arms and marched up the stairs without any effort at all. It was like he was carrying a feather. He pushed his bedroom door open and dropped me on the bed. I didn’t see anyone else in the house when we arrived, so I assumed they must have found another way to entertain themselves for the evening. Miguel rolled me over onto my stomach and pushed my dress up my hips. He peeled my panties down my ass and then they were on the floor. I felt his hands on my exposed hips and then he started tearing the expensive dress as he pulled on it.

  “I’ve never torn anything this expensive before.” He chuckled as he shredded enough of the fabric to expose my back.

  “I did like it...” I looked over my shoulder.

  “I got something you’ll like a whole lot more.” He gave me a stern smack on my ass and pushed my legs apart until I was nearly doing the splits on my knees.

  “I thought it was a good date. What did I do to deserve that?” I wiggled my ass at him and pulled the torn shreds of my dress free from my arms.

  “It ain’t about what you deserve.” He removed his jacket and smacked my ass again. “It’s about what gets me hard.”

  The sweet guy that took me out for drinks and a walk in the park evaporated and I saw the cage fighter coming out in him. He stripped his clothes off slowly, apparently caring more about his suit than he did for my dress. He smacked my ass a few more times before he finally got undressed and climbed into bed behind me. Miguel was like an animal. He leaned against my neck and bit down on it slightly before he kissed it. His hand wrapped around my waist and he stroked my clitoris with his finger, sending me into a state of bliss. His savage nature was different than what I normally had with Ethan. Ethan could be a little rough and I was no stranger to being spanked, but Miguel was like a wild animal.

  “You ever had your ass fucked before?” He leaned back and pressed his finger to my asshole.

  “No.” I shook my head back and forth.

  “Then I guess I’m taking your virginity tonight.” He pushed his finger into my asshole and pressed down on my back.

  The
idea of having my ass fucked by someone who was already seemingly unhinged scared me. Anal sex had never come up in conversation with Ethan. I wasn’t even sure how I would have responded if he said it was something he wanted. Miguel didn’t seem like the kind of guy that asked for an invitation. He forced a finger deep and after drilling it into me several times, I felt a second one being inserted as well. The first one was uncomfortable, but the second one hurt. It wasn’t like losing my virginity to Ethan where the pain made sense. My body was revolting and trying to stop him from taking what he wanted. I felt saliva drip down into my asshole and while it didn’t exactly feel good, it was better than just having his fingers rammed into me without any form of lubrication at all.

  “Don’t worry, I’m not starting with this.” He pushed his fingers in a little harder. “I’m going to fuck every hole you’ve got before the night is over.”

  “Ow, that hurts!” I winced and squealed a little when I felt two fingers being driven deep inside me.

  “You have no idea how bad I’m going to hurt you—but you’re going to love it so much you’re begging for more before I’m done.” He jammed his fingers deep again.

  Miguel kept his fingers in my ass and lifted up until I felt his cock pressed against my wetness. He pushed his way in easily, driving himself deep with one hard thrust. The suddenness of it made my eyes practically roll back in my head. He started to drive his cock in hard and fast, moving his fingers in and out of my asshole as he did. The feeling was strange. I didn’t necessarily like having his finger inside me like that, but I didn’t dislike it either. It was hard to concentrate on the sensation once he had his cock buried in my pussy. He started to thrust, slamming himself into me hard without even giving me time to adjust.

  “I’m going to tear this pussy up.” He drove his fingers deep inside my ass. “Then I’m going to make you scream when I fuck this tight hole here.”

  “I’m not used to being treated like this.” I let out a gasp.