12 Days: A Dark Reverse Harem Christmas Romance

by Dark Angel

  “Megan,” he breathes out and, even though I have no idea why he felt the need to say my name right now, I can’t help but like the fact that he did. I don’t have much time to ponder on that, though - his cock has gone from throbbing to becoming as hard as concrete, and I’m just seconds away from having my mouth filled to the brim with his cum.

  Yup, it’s happening - he groans loudly, and next thing I know his cock is unleashing his warm seed into me. It’s salty and warm, and it tastes just like what a man should.

  “Mmm,” I moan, the sound climbing up the back of my throat as cum starts dripping out of my mouth, strands of it going down my chin and neck. “Mmm,” I continue, my eyes closed as I wait for the final spasms of his cock. When they happen, I roll my lips back over his shaft and take his cock out of my mouth.

  “Fuck, this was amazing. You have a talent,” he laughs, sighing heavily as he caresses my cheek with the back of his hand. Then, he places two fingers under my chin and forces me to raise my head, his eyes looking for mine.

  The moment I return his gaze, I know what he wants me to do… And I just do it.

  I swallow all the cum inside my mouth, its saltiness making me feel lightheaded and in a daze. “You missed this,” he whispers with an amused grin, taking his index finger to my chin and brushing it over my skin, picking up the strand of cum hanging there and bringing it back to my lips.

  He rubs his cum-coated finger over my lips, painting my mouth in white; I just react by parting my lips and allowing him to slide his finger inside my mouth, sucking it completely dry.

  “Much better,” he laughs, and then simply launches himself forward to the pool, sinking down to his neck. Then, grabbing me by the waist, he turns me to him and kisses me. I throw my arms over his shoulders and kiss him back, my eyes closed as I try to process what just happened.

  I can’t believe we just did this. Let me repeat that for you: I can’t believe we just did this. I mean, I think I deserve a medal right now, because if I managed to resist Tristan… Well, I guess I can resist everything now, right?

  “What are you thinking about?” He asks me as he pulls back from our kiss, still keeping me close to him.

  “I’m thinking that this was crazy,” I reply, and I couldn’t have been more honest.

  “And that’s why it was so much fun,” he laughs, and I can’t help but laugh as well.

  Oh, he’s right. This was fun.

  Perhaps too fun.

  Megan

  I look at myself in the mirror in my part of the hotel suite, touching my mouth as I remember what Tristan felt like as I took him in my mouth. What he tasted like. God, I was so close to doing so much more. I’m half afraid I might still. The night is still young.

  After we left the pool, we came back up to shower and get ready for dinner. Now I’m all glammed up in a sexy little black dress. It’s going to drive Tristan wild, I just know it. I smile at the thought. I can’t wait for this dinner.

  Not just because it’s going to be uber-romantic in one of the finest restaurants in Miami, but because I’m really enjoying spending time with Tristan. He’s way more attentive than I thought he would be. I guess I didn’t really know what to expect. I mean, he’s seemed like an okay guy through the whole show, but spending this time together one-on-one has proven that he’s so much more than I thought.

  I’m so glad he made it to the finals with me. Giving myself one last look in the mirror and fluffing my dark waves, I go out to the living area of the suite to wait. I’m barely in there for a minute before Tristan strolls out from his side, looking like a goddamn GQ model. His eyes meet mine, blazing with lust and intensity, and I just stop and stare.

  I can’t even imagine how much the tailored suit he’s wearing must have cost, but it fits him perfectly across his broad shoulders and narrow waist, highlighting his strong arms. He even has custom cuff links that probably cost as much as my college education.

  His chiseled jaw has a day’s worth of scruff on it, and it’s so sexy all I want to do is walk over and press my body against him and kiss him until we’re both too crazed to bother with dinner.

  “Ready?” he asks.

  “What?” I’m so wrapped up in checking him out that it takes a minute to process his words.

  “Dinner?” Tristan gives me sexy half-smile and holds out his arm for me to take when a knock on the door distracts us both. He frowns and shrugs, moving to answer the door.

  A bellboy stands there holding out a tablet with a piece of paper attached to the top.

  “Tristan?” I ask, coming up behind him. “What is it?”

  He gives me a confused look and points to the paper. “A note from Chase. It says he has a message for us.”

  I take the tablet and walk back to the living area while Tristan tips the bellboy. I hear him shut the door and his footsteps as he walks up behind me, resting his hands on my upper arms.

  “Guess we should watch it,” I say, curious. What could this be? Another twist? God, I hope not. What if we have to do something ridiculous? All I want to do right now is pretend I’m not actually on a reality show and just go enjoy my date with Tristan.

  Tristan wraps his arms around my waist and takes the tablet in his hands, resting his chin on my shoulder as he taps the screen and brings up the video.

  Chase’s picture-perfect face appears with the recorded message, smiling like a fool. “Good evening, Megan and Tristan. I hope your day has been everything you hoped it would be.”

  I giggle as I think about our afternoon in the pool. Definitely. Everything and more.

  Chase gives another one of his trademark dramatic pauses, then continues with the recorded video. “As you were told this morning, you are away from the house for twenty-four hours. What we didn’t tell you was how those twenty-four hours would be spent. Megan, you were to spend the day with Tristan, but you’ll be spending the night with Madden.” Chase grins on the tablet, lifting his fingers in a wave. “Have fun.”

  The video ends abruptly, and I just stand there in shock. For some reason, I was under the impression that Tristan and I would have the entire night together.

  I can feel his body behind me, no longer gentle but full of tension. I turn in his arms, not sure what to say. But before I can speak, the door to the suite flies open, and in strolls Madden, the smug look on his face almost surpassing the one Tristan wore this morning.

  Tristan spins around as Madden claps a hand on his shoulder.

  “Step aside, lover boy,” Madden says, “and let Megan see what a night with a real man is like.”

  Tristan looks like he’s about to bust a blood vessel. His fists clench repeatedly, and I’m almost afraid this could come to blows.

  But Madden just stands there with that smug grin on his face. I don’t know what to think. I was having a great time with Tristan, but now that I see Madden, dressed to the nines in an obviously custom-made suit, I want to spend time with him as well. I don’t know if that’s wrong after what all Tristan and I shared today, but it’s how I feel.

  “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Tristan bites out, eyes blazing as Maya comes through the door.

  She shakes her head. “Sorry, Tristan. You’re coming with me.”

  He stands stock still for a moment, the muscles in his jaw ticking, and I have no idea what he’s going to do. Then he seems to make a decision and turns back to me. His expression softens and he brushes my hair back, tucking it behind my ears.

  “Megan,” he says, cupping my face in his big hands, looking at me with that intensity that I’m starting to crave, “this was a perfect day. I’m so glad I got to share it with you.”

  “Me too,” I say softly.

  Tristan leans in, capturing my mouth with his, and my knees go a little weak with the slow seduction of his kiss. If he’s wanting to leave an impression seared on my mind while I’m out with Madden, he’s doing a damn good job.

  When he pulls back, he whispers, “Have a good night, princess. See
you tomorrow.”

  He says it like a promise. Then Maya whisks him away and I’m left alone with Madden. The man who just had to stand there and watch me melt for another man.

  Madden

  I look at Megan over the rim of my glass and wink. Lowering it, I say, “You know sushi is an aphrodisiac, right?”

  She grins. “Oh, is it now? Please, Madden, tell me more.” She bats her eyelashes in an exaggerated simper.

  “Absolutely, baby.” Laughing, I lean forward, and she does the same. “It’s wet, it’s pink, it’s soft. Practically melts in your mouth.”

  Megan’s eyes widen and her mouth falls open a little, and I can’t help but tease her a little more.

  “Did that just make you wet for me, Megan?”

  She blinks, flustered, and I give her a disarming grin. “I’m just messing with you,” I say, though I’m pretty fucking sure from the way she bites her lip that she’s turned on.

  Good. After the way she reacted to that kiss from Tristan, I have to bring it. I was pissed this morning when I thought she’d be spending the entire day and night with him. But I found out real fast that the real twist was that I’d be showing up later.

  Now we’re at Naoe on Brickell Key in Miami. And we have the entire restaurant to ourselves. Well, aside from the camera crew. But I’m not paying them any attention right now. All of my focus is on Megan.

  I’m done holding it back. After that display in the room with fucking Tristan, I’m pulling out all the stops. Bringing my A-game. Showing her that I’m the one she wants.

  Picking up a piece of sashimi with my chopsticks, I hold it up to Megan’s lips, watching as she opens up and lets me place it on her tongue.

  Fuck. She makes me so goddamn hard. All I want right now is to crawl under this table and have a taste of her wet, pink folds. Because I guarantee she’s soaked right now.

  “You like it?” I ask.

  She nods, her eyes never leaving mine. I flash my dimples, already knowing she likes them. I’ve seen how she responds to me. Sliding closer to her in the booth, I lean down and whisper in her ear.

  “How do you like it?”

  I can actually hear her breath catch then speed up again in shallow pants.

  “Soft? Smooth?” I trace the shell of her ear with my lips, letting my words caress her skin. “Or do you like it hard?”

  “Madden,” she says, almost a moan. “What are you doing to me?”

  I pull back, an innocent smile on my face. “Just discussing dinner, naturally.”

  “Uh-huh.” She rolls her eyes.

  “What do you want, Megan?” I shift gears, twirling a lock of her dark hair around my finger, bringing it to my nose and inhaling her scent while she watches me.

  “To eat?” she stammers.

  I shake my head. “No. What do you want out of this? Why are you here?”

  She knows what I mean. And as much as I love flirting and messing with her, getting her all hot and bothered, I also want to get to know her better. I want her to see that I’m actually interested in more than just getting in her pants. I mean, I’ll be happy to do that, too. But I’m not a total douche. I can be a good guy when I want.

  And for some reason, with Megan, I want to.

  Well, to an extent. I also want to be really bad with her.

  She looks down at her hands folded in her lap, then glances around the restaurant, presumably at the cameras, letting me know I’m about to get the canned response. “To be honest, Madden, I’m just looking for love.”

  My eyes narrow slightly. Love. Huh. That’s an interesting angle she’s playing. But I know better after my little research session last night.

  Then I grin again. “I can definitely show you some loving.”

  She swats my arm, and I catch her wrist in my hand, bringing it up to my mouth. I flip it over and press my lips to the sensitive inner skin, scraping my teeth lightly over her wrist.

  She shivers, and when she looks back up at me, her pupils are dilated.

  Damn right, they are. Tristan may have the romantic angle down, but I know what this girl needs—someone like me to show her what it’s like to be desired.

  “You look gorgeous tonight, Megan.” I finger the diamond necklace that I brought for her to wear. “This looks like it’s right where it belongs.”

  She bites her lip. “Thank you. You aren’t too hard on the eyes yourself.”

  I rear back with a groan, clutching my chest like I’m mortally wounded. “Not too hard on the eyes? You can do better than that, can’t you?”

  Megan shrugs, a teasing grin on her lips. “Maybe I like what I see.”

  “You want to see more?” I wiggle my eyebrows.

  She laughs. “You’re ridiculous.”

  I tease her a bit more through dinner, giving the cameras what they want, and finally—fucking finally—they pack up and leave us alone.

  As soon as they’re gone, I drop my hand to Megan’s bare thigh. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve been waiting to get you alone? Fuck, Megan, I’ve had my eye on you since the first day in the house. You’re so fucking sexy, so gorgeous. And your sassy attitude kind of does it for me.”

  Now it’s her turn to taunt me. “Oh really? Like me telling you that I think you’re all bark and no bite?”

  I lean in, sinking my teeth into her bare shoulder. “Believe me, I can definitely bite if that’s what you like.”

  Her eyes flare with heat, and I wonder just how kinky this girl might be if she’d let herself go. I want to be the one to make her let go. To free her from whatever has kept her from enjoying the more pleasurable things in life.

  “Ready for dessert?” I ask, my eyes twinkling.

  She must remember my reference to dessert last night because her lips curve up in a sexy as fuck little smirk. “What do you have in mind?”

  I wink at her. “I was thinking something warm and creamy.”

  Megan

  I lean back in the limo into the warmth of Madden’s arms. Dinner was amazing, even if he is absolutely crazy with his flirting. I can’t lie, though. I like it. He brings out a side of me that I didn’t know existed. Something a little wild and crazy. Different from the passion that Tristan evokes in me, but just as potent.

  These two have me all tangled up. How is it possible to want two men at the same time? After being with Tristan all day, I thought it would be strange being with Madden tonight. But it wasn’t. I had just as much fun. Just in a different way.

  Right now I feel totally relaxed. Probably because there aren’t any cameras in here to record us. I can just be myself.

  Thinking back to what he asked earlier—what do I want—I suddenly want to tell him. I shift to face him on the seat, and his arm remains firmly around my waist.

  “I wasn’t totally honest with you earlier,” I say, watching his expression closely.

  “About what?” he responds, his voice cautious, overly casual.

  “About what I want.”

  He feigns shock. “What? You’re telling me you aren’t into biting after all? Because, Megan, if that’s the case…” He trails off, that teasing smirk firmly in place.

  I shake my head, grinning. “No, I’m talking about the game.”

  He sits and waits for me to continue.

  “I’m not really looking for love.” I say it like a confession. “That’s just what Maya tells me to say for the cameras.”

  He chuckles. “You mean you don’t think that you can go on a reality show and find true love?”

  “You mock me, Madden, but you know as well as I do that Biggest Licker is definitely not about finding your one true love.”

  “Maybe not,” he allows, “but I don’t think everyone is necessarily there for the same reason.”

  “Like you?” I tease. “You’re just there to see how many virgins you can impale with that love rod of yours.”

  He laughs for real at that, shaking his head. “Love rod, Megan?”

  “Whatever you want t
o call that monster in your pants.”

  A rakish grin takes over his face, and he leans in, wicked intent written all over his face. “Monster, huh? Is that why you ran off in such a hurry last night? Afraid I might use it to make you scream my name while you came all over it?”

  I shift in my seat, all this talk about his cock making the pressure increase between my legs. I’m half afraid, half hopeful, that I could come just from the dirty things he’s been saying all night.

  Then I realize he never answered my question. “Is that why you’re on the show?”

  “To nail a bunch of virgins?” he scoffs. “That’s not it, Megan, even if that did happen. I just like to compete. I love a challenge. And you’re quite the challenge.” His eyes grow serious. “But you know what I want most of all?”

  I shake my head, almost afraid to ask.

  “You, Megan. I want you.”

  I look away and bite my lip. God, I love hearing that come out of his mouth. He wants me. I want him too. So fucking bad.

  “So, what do you want?” he asks, as if he can read my thoughts.

  I give him my real answer this time. “I want to win. I didn’t come this far to lose at the very end.” I give him a firm look, hoping he gets what I’m trying to tell him. That if it weren’t for this stupid game holding me back, I might not be holding back. I might be doing all the wild and dirty things he wants me to. “That’s what I want, Madden. More than anything. I want to win.”

  Madden leans in, his blue eyes different, not so full of humor like they always are as he stares into mine. He twirls a strand of my hair around his finger like he did earlier, looking like he’s deciding what he wants to say.

  Then he smiles. “I’m a winner, Megan. If you’re going to place bets, you need to bet on me. Because I’m a winning bet. I promise you, there’s nothing I can’t buy you. Nothing that’s off limits. Nothing I won’t give you that you want or need.”