All for One (The Reverse Harem Diaries Book 1)

by Mia Moon

  All three guys looked at my legs and I silently marveled at the power I had over them. I crossed my legs, my delicate fishnet stockings like a magnet for their eyes.

  “No. It’s not. You know I care about all of you. This is also about me being, I don’t know. True to myself. I spent a long time taking care of my dad, being a support system for my mom, and then catering to my ex-husband. Pushing down my desires and needs down while I was with him. When I left, I vowed that I’d follow my heart, wherever that led me.”

  My eyes swept over each guy. “And right now, I feel really cared for by all of you. It’s a good feeling. An amazing feeling. I’m just being honest. Okay, and the orgasms are a bonus.” I winked at Shaun and Rex, who chuckled.

  Taylor leaned forward, his elbows on his knees. “So, you’d like to be with all three of us tonight?”

  Yes, please! But I already seemed eager, so I tried to temper my enthusiasm. I shrugged. “If all of you want to, yes.”

  They all stared at me as if I was the biggest Christmas present they’d ever seen.

  “You don’t have to all look so shocked,” I said with a giggle. They seemed frozen. “Guys. C’mon. It’s me.” I waved my hand. “Samantha. I just happen to like sex now and want to be a little selfish. I’m telling my best friends what I want.”

  I wanted to forget about my dismal, stupid life. Being around the three of them made me feel special. Desired. Loved.

  One by one, I saw their jaws go a little slack, their eyes become a little more half-lidded. I stared at Taylor’s crotch. Was that a hard-on? I glanced at Shaun and Rex, too. Yep, they both had erections, too.

  With a small smile, I straightened my spine and opened my legs. I wasn’t wearing panties, and I slowly lifted the hem of my dress to reveal the tops of my thigh-high fishnet stockings.

  “Oh fuck,” Taylor said. “You’re serious. And you’re gorgeous.”

  Rex, who was sitting closest to me, ran a hand up my calf. “You don’t know the half of it, man.”

  Shaun caressed my other leg. “Babe, we need to ask. We need to be certain. Is this what you want?”

  “It’s what I’ve always wanted.”

  With that I rose and sat in Taylor’s lap. I hadn’t kissed him yet and was yearning to. It was a chase kiss at first, no tongue, but his lips were warm and full and I was dying for more. I broke away and let out a little gasp, and he pulled me toward him, hungry. Our tongues tangoed and swirled.

  Then he broke the kiss and swiveled his head to the other two who were watching intently. “You two are certain about this? It won’t fuck up our relationship?”

  They shook their heads.

  Taylor’s lips went to my neck, a slow column of kisses down my sensitive skin. As his hand roamed under my dress to his bare ass, I stared at Rex, then and Shaun. Taylor lifted my dress so everyone could see my ass, and he palmed my cheeks, squeezing them hard.

  Rex slipped off his shirt, and I sucked in a breath at the sight of his chest. He was so gorgeous, I could look at him all night.

  “I’m going to touch your pussy now,” Taylor murmured, cupping my ass so his fingers slid into me from behind.

  Shaun got up from the sofa. I wanted to know what he was doing, but was so overwhelmed by the feeling of Taylor’s fingers plunging deep inside me that I didn’t turn to look. I did faintly hear the sound of a zipper and clothes falling, then felt someone at my back.

  “She loves to be fingered like that.” Shaun’s deep voice rumbled through me. His hands went around to my breasts, kneading them from behind. I was on Taylor’s lap, grinding against his erection, while Shaun caressed me. I turned my head, and Rex was naked, jacking off. His erection was giant, and I longed to get my mouth on it.

  “Wait,” I murmured.

  Instantly, Shaun stepped away and Taylor stopped fingering me. Taylor looked concerned, smoothing my hair back. “Do you want to stop?” he asked, wide-eyed.

  “No!” I gave him a smile and kissed the tip of his nose. “I just want to move so I can see and touch you all.”

  I eased myself off and stood, wobbly on my tall, black heels. The guys looked confused, and I knew it was my job to direct them a little. I surveyed the sofa. “Okay. I want all of you to take off your clothes and sit.” I pointed at Taylor. “He needs to be in the middle.”

  The three did exactly what they were told, and my breath was stolen as I looked at the incredible specimens of male beauty before me. Each had perfect, muscular chests, each had a hunger in their eyes for me and each had a stunning, throbbing erection. My mouth actually watered as my eyes roamed each giant cock.

  “Taylor, would you stand and unzip me?” I turned so my back faced the guys.

  He did, and I swept my hair in my hands. As he lowered the zipper of my dress, he fluttered soft kisses on the back of my neck, making my nipples hard.

  “Undo my bra,” I whispered.

  He obliged and then bit my neck, and I moaned.

  “Now sit back down, Taylor.”

  I was only wearing the stockings and the heels, and I turned. Each man had their hands on their cocks and was stroking. I grinned, and ran a hand down my stomach, slipping a finger between the folds of my pussy. I was drenched.

  “I’m going to start with Taylor because I want to feel him in my mouth.” I knelt at his feet, and he opened his legs. My mouth went to his cock and when my lips tasted his skin my pussy ached. I was so wet that my thighs were damp.

  “Fuck, we don’t have any condoms left,” I heard Shaun say. “We used them all the other night.”

  With a string of my saliva attached from Taylor’s cock to my mouth, I turned my head. “Then I guess blow jobs will have to do.”

  Rex groaned.

  I resumed sucking Taylor, who was fisting my hair in his hands. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Shaun move toward us, so his cock was accessible to my right hand. Rex did the same on my left, and through some maneuvering, I was sucking and stroking all at once. It was a rush to be watched giving head by two naked, gorgeous men.

  Taylor moaned and whispered something about me taking his cock all the way in my mouth. While squeezing the other two dicks, I plunged my mouth on him, deep throating his massive cock.

  “Oh, fuck, Sam, I can’t hold on,” he said. With that he spurted in my mouth, a huge load of cum. I gulped it greedily.

  He gasped, and I sat up, a little of his fluid leaking from my lip. Rex picked me up and set me on the coffee table, laying me down so I was sprawled on the square wood. He took one breast in one mouth, and Shaun took the other.

  I felt my legs being pushed apart, and someone’s hands spread my pussy. And then, a mouth. Taylor’s mouth, and his tongue. He was kneeling between my legs and eating my pussy with wild abandon.

  I whimpered, because I was so wet and so ready to orgasm. I cried out, and Rex kissed me while Shaun’s hands and mouth roamed my breasts and Taylor alternately ate and fingered me.

  “I need to fucking cum,” I heard Rex mutter. He raised himself on his knees, jerking off. Shawn did the same. I gasped because Taylor was still between my legs, playing with me, plunging four fingers in my pussy and thumbing my clit. His hands were drenched with my juices and my legs were sticky and I needed to cum again.

  I looked up and saw hands furiously jerking both cocks. Squeezing my breasts together, I trapped my nipples between my fingers. “Right here,” I said. “Aim right here.”

  I looked up to see Shaun and Rex leaning toward each other. They touched lips, and the sight was so erotic that I begged Taylor to lick me faster, harder. He milked me of another powerful orgasm while I watched the other two kiss and jerk off above me, wanting to capture the moment forever.

  Shaun came first, a stream of warm cum that hit my breasts. I rubbed the fluid over me and as I was doing that Rex came, aiming more for my right nipple, shooting the jizz straight on. I rubbed him on my skin as well, while writhing into Taylor’s mouth and crying out.

  We all panted, the guys kee
ping a soothing hand on my leg or arm. I closed my legs and my eyes fluttered shut. I should have felt slutty. I should have felt bad. I should have felt like I’d done something very wrong. But instead I felt like I was floating and beautiful, like I was the most loved woman in the world.

  “Babe?” It was Rex. I opened my eyes and he and Shawn stood near with washcloths. They tenderly wiped me down.

  “I think she needs more than just a washcloth, doesn’t she?” Shawn said.

  “Yeah, let’s get her in the shower.” Taylor stood up.

  “It’s pretty warm, and I think the outdoor shower can accommodate us all.” Shaun eased me up and pointed outside.

  “I’m so sleepy after all that sex,” I sighed, then giggled. I felt drunk. Perhaps I was — drunk on sex and orgasms and the dopamine rush that followed.

  Shaun picked me up and carried me outside, followed by the other two. He took me over to a large, outdoor shower area near the pool, where a rainfall shower head sat in a large, blue-tiled enclosure.

  I clung to Shaun as Rex turned the water on and checked the temperature. “It’s warm,” Rex said, and Shaun gently set me on my feet.

  I won’t lie: the next fifteen minutes were almost as blissful as the sex we’d just had. All three guys washed me carefully, soaping me up and massaging my achy muscles. Now and then one would suck on my breast or my fingers, sending little shock waves of pleasure through my drowsy body.

  They scrubbed my hair with soap that smelled like jasmine, kissed my swollen mouth tenderly, and yes, slipped their fingers into my pussy and gave me two slow, rolling orgasms.

  “She’s so fucking responsive to us,” Taylor said.

  “It’s like she was made just for us,” Rex remarked.

  “I want to keep her,” Shaun said.

  “We’re keeping her,” said Taylor, as he knelt at my feet and licked my labia. “I can’t get enough of her pussy.”

  Once I was perfectly clean and absolutely satiated, Rex dried me with a towel and they led me up to the bed. It was king-sized, almost too small for me and three burly men.

  “I want to sleep with all of you,” I sighed, as I climbed in. Then I laughed. “I guess I did just sleep with all of you.”

  Taylor started massaging my feet, and my body seemed to melt into the mattress. Rex and Shaun lay next to me, playing with my hair. I went to sleep with a smile on my face.

  Chapter Ten

  SAMANTHA

  The guys brought me a huge breakfast in bed: eggs, a waffle with bananas and, of course, bacon. No one had ever brought me breakfast in bed before, and I practically teared up when they sat on the bed, watching me eat.

  They were all dressed in suits — Rex had an interview with the police department, Shaun was talking to a realtor about buying an investment property and Taylor was headed into his office at the bank.

  “Just make yourself at home, ‘kay?” Shawn said. “We’ll figure out how to get your stuff here. And your SUV should be ready later today or tomorrow. I got a text from the windshield guy, and he’ll get with me when it’s finished.”

  “I don’t want to be a bother,” I protested, stroking his floppy blonde hair.

  “We talked about your ex and we think he’s dangerous,” Rex said. “You’re not a bother. We want you to be safe.”

  “Yeah,” added Taylor. “We know he’s dangerous and we are going to have a word with him. And talk with a judge and some cops we know who can help enforce that restraining order.”

  They each kissed me goodbye, tender, chaste gestures that made me want to weep because of the love I felt for each of them. After they left, I flopped back on the pillow. There. I said it. I loved them.

  What was going to happen with all of us? Was it about to get complicated, laced with jealousy and fights? It seemed so easy right now. Too easy.

  Life usually wasn’t this perfect for me.

  They were all staying in town, and I sure wasn’t going anywhere, not when I had school and a job.

  Crap. The cafe.

  I was working the lunch shift that day, and I sure couldn’t show up in a little black dress and fishnet stockings — that smelled like sex. I had to go home and change. I checked the clock on the nightstand.

  There was just enough time to call an Uber, go home, call another Uber, and get to the café. After my shift, I vowed, I’d go home and pack a proper bag. There was no need to bother the guys to shuttle me around. Soon enough, I’d have my SUV back, anyway.

  The next several hours flew by in a blur. I went home, showered, threw on clothes and powered through my lunch shift with a huge grin.

  “You look gorgeous today,” Wanda, one of the waitresses, remarked. “Glowing. New moisturizer?”

  “I think that’s it,” I grinned.

  What if I had told the truth? I just had a magical night with three gorgeous, caring men? It almost made me laugh out loud, it was so insane.

  After my waitressing shift was finished, I took an Uber back to my house, and set about packing a proper suitcase. Enough for a weekend, I rationalized. Surely Shaun wouldn’t want me to stay longer than that. Checking the time, I swore out loud. The guys would probably be back to Shaun’s soon. I needed to shower off the smell of french fries from the café, and I was still in my waitressing uniform.

  As I was gathering my toiletries, I heard the rattle of the front doorknob.

  A zing of fear went through me. Out of instinct, I slammed the bathroom door shut. Dammit, there was no lock. I heard the creak of the front door.

  My heart pounding, I tried to be quiet as I stepped into the tub, behind the shower curtain. Who would be brazen enough to break into my cottage at four in the afternoon, in the broad Texas daylight?

  My legs shook so violently that I almost couldn’t stand. So I crouched, holding onto the sides of the tubs and trying not to make a noise. The sound of shoes on my wooden floors reached my ears, and another, more terrible thought occurred to me.

  Could it be my ex, Zack?

  “Saaaa-maaaan-thaaaa,” the gravelly voice called out.

  My breath caught in my throat.

  It was Zack.

  Please don’t come into the bathroom. Please. Please. Please just go away.

  I scrunched my eyes shut. As much as I tried to keep quiet, I couldn’t help but whimper when the door to the bathroom opened and he ripped the shower curtain aside.

  “You little bitch,” he snarled.

  With a vicious sweep of his hand, he struck the side of my head with an open palm. I tumbled against the back of the tub, striking my cheek on the faucet.

  “Get up, you fucking whore,” he thundered, wrenching me out of the tub by my arm.

  He dragged me to the bedroom, hitting me along the way.

  “My buddy at The Forge saw you with those three guys last night. What are you, fucking all of them? You probably would, you little bitch.”

  I could smell the whiskey on his breath, and by the way his jaw ground from side to side, I knew he’d snorted a few lines. Or more than a few.

  My ears rung from being struck, but something in me welled up. I wasn’t going to die without a fight. He caged me against the wall with both arms.

  “At least they fucking care about me,” I screamed, slapping him in the face.

  Zack was bigger and stronger than me, of course. His nostrils flared. That’s when I noticed that he’d shaved his head and it made his eyes look bigger, more menacing.

  More insane.

  “I’m the only one who will ever care about you, and you shit on me,” he said in a low growl while pulling my hair.

  I screamed, loud. Louder than I’d ever screamed. When he slapped me again, I fell to the floor, landing on the suitcase I’d just packed, and blacked out.

  Chapter Eleven

  TAYLOR

  “I can’t get ahold of her,” I said to Shaun.

  He sighed. “Fuck. I can’t either. Wait, Rex just texted me. Hang on.”

  I ran a hand through my hair
. I was in my office, ready to leave for the day and was trying to find out what Samantha, Shaun and Rex had planned for the night.

  “He can’t reach her, either.”

  I let out a strangled groan. “Do you think she’s upset about what happened last night? Did we scare her off? Offend her? Do you think she feels guilty or ashamed?”

  “Christ, I hope not. I don’t think so, though. Sam is a woman who knows what she wants. She was totally sober last night. I’m worried about her, though. I’m worried that asshole ex of hers somehow is bothering her.”

  “Fuck.”

  “Let’s meet at her house. We’ll start there.”

  I grabbed my keys and all but ran out of the bank, firing up my BMW and roaring off.

  San Marcos wasn’t that big, and it didn’t take me long to get to the address. I ignored the feeling of anger when I saw her cottage — Sam lived here, in this neighborhood, because she had to get away from her ex?

  Shaun and Rex pulled up within minutes. The three of us exchanged serious, grave glances as we stared at the house. The front door was open, and I took off my suit jacket and threw it in the car.

  Walking to the door, I rolled up my sleeves, feeling a pit in my stomach. Whatever was inside, the three of us could handle it. There was no question about that. We’d go through walls, fire, war, for that woman.

  I walked in first and I heard the muffled scream.

  “Sam!” I shouted.

  Shaun, Rex and I made a run down the hall toward the noise. When we got into the bedroom and saw her sprawled like a discarded doll on the bed — blood running out of her nose, her clothes torn — everything happened in slow motion.

  There was a guy with a shaved head standing there, his hands on his belt buckle. I tackled him, taking him to the ground. I rained punches to his face, blind with anger.

  He tried to fight back, but between my blows and the way Rex kicked him in the side, he stilled.

  Shaun was at Samantha’s side, cradling her, telling her it was going to be okay, that we wouldn’t ever let her get hurt again.